Turn of Season

A season for every man...frantic burst of creativity in the Twentieth Century,

heralding the end of smarty pants...no matter to him if the answer is emblazoned

in the minds of great monks...he was in for the killing, the taste of bloody success...

the frenzy of pleasure that comes from victory...and in the last 100 years or so

there was plenty of success to go around...a feeding orgy of triumph as the earth

was put into harness and ridden into the ground.

Try to sound hopeful.

It's a dream...the dream continues despite life and death, this world or that...

do you know how big the universe is? Just be careful what you dream...

monsters from the Id...time is another dimension we move through...life

after life...only temporarily attached to a human body...the film we store in

the vault of mind memory is shaped into the next movie...cast into the next body.

The universe has plenty of bodies to go around.

A turning of the season as homosap "Doh!"s  himself into temporary non-existence...

...just hope the dope doesn't find another planet to inhabit in time.

"Can't let this cat out of the bag, no siree! Ruin the whole Milky Way he will...

why, he ain't even house broken....can't let something like that soil the rugs...

he get's out of the yard and we'll have to put him down...no use upsetting

the neighbors.

"Shouldn't have tried evolving higher beings out of primates...the Three Stooges

were funny, but not worth the investment....should have gone with the dolphins 

like usual....we'll harvest the art while there's still time and write off the rest of it.

I wonder what a Picasso will go for on Alpha Centauri? Don't bother sending any 

more mushrooms....too much for these apes."