The Happening

I find in the world of writing it widens our thoughts, our dreams. I also find that writing is hand in hand with philosophy and power. No other art form expands the minds scope. I feel when I write. I feel my world grow. I don't feel alone anymore. The power of pen to paper is always a sense of freedom to me.

I believe in a higher power other than God. I believe in spiritual intuition. I do not believe we are all alone in the universe, why?. The cosmos is too big for just our race. The size of the cosmos is so very well known to us all and it's size is beyond our own capabilites. My true thoughts are into the black of the universe, at the edge of the stars dwell point. Where the universe ends, trillions and billions of light years away, there is an end. Into the black is where I am thinking. Not the stars, galaxies and super novas.

I believe there is a "bigger happening" coming from the blackness of time and being. The universe will eventually come to a close as all the stars, suns and novas die and fade. This will leave us in pitch black universe. No stars, no suns. The universe will in time, die. If you pause for a minute and imagine the stars gone, leaving just the black of space, you will see that there is something out there, waiting.

Waiting at the edge of time is "A thing", "A being", "An entity" .... which brought us life as we all know it. To reach the outer edges of space we need to build space-travelling machines. I believe this "thing", a "being" the "entity" will come to greet us, out of the black. But only when we are ready and able to comprehend such an event. This "happening" will take place millions of years from now. There is proof that machines are out there, we only have to look at NASA's own acheivements. Already, we are mirroring this happening, this entity. But only if mankind survives itself.

"Its in our hands"