A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.


Nature vs ?

On my thinking of what is "unnatural", and my argument that everything, including human beings, synthetic compounds and chemicals, etc, is perfectly natural, it made me realize something. Perhaps "natural" and "normal" are NOT the same thing - - not even by the longest shot.

Nature itself may be an aberration of reality.
Think about that for awhile.

To break it down:

There must be orders of reality, wherein if everything is undergoing an "optimum" state, this thing WE know of as "nature" has nothing to do with this unprecedented, uninterrupted nothingness which could not even have a word for it lest it "become" that. Then . . . what if, there is a 1 in a Quadroople quintubular gazzillion googolplex of a chance that. . . an irritant introduces itself somehow in the otherwise flawless unprocesses of devoid-reality (i.e, the normal state of existence and lack of affairs), and wala, thus nature is borne. Nature, with all its concurrent, infectious, viral seething chaotic evolutionary adaptable transcendence. And we came from that. And cancer followed. All of it perfectly natural. . . perfectly aberrant . . . and entirely not normal in the real sense of the word.