You could drive yourself crazy looking for a reason

The world is wobbling on its axis and ice caps are

melting and we're punching holes in the ozone

so we can have cars that will give us Facebook updates

and satellite radio and heated seats to keep our flabby

asses warm. Once, I heard the atom described as mostly

empty space that holds the power of the universe. We

are made of atoms. I am made of atoms. This desk

is made of atoms. This computer, my coffee mug, the coffee in it,

my scotch glass – all made of atoms vibrating so fast that they,

that we all give off the illusion of being solid. Once

I wrote a poem in ink that disappeared as I wrote it

and it was the best poem I have ever written. That I can

no longer read it, takes none of this away from me –

though I wish I could remember just one line. The lines

were made of ink strokes that were made of atoms,

and I knew the poem was good because it had no choice

but to vibrate differently. The bombs we make are made

of atoms, too, and we think they are destroying things –

houses, families, men, women, children, tanks, guns, soldiers

– when in fact it simply shocks them, makes them vibrate

different –the illusion of death and of destruction. Which

is to say, one could say that the only difference between

an effective bomb and an effective poem is the carnage

left behind – or the illusion of carnage. The world is

wobbling on its axis and the ice caps are melting and we

are punching holes in the ozone so that coal companies

can exploit workers in the mines and be able to breathe

the filtered air found in executive office buildings

and vacation retreats in Dubai. I love Beethoven, I think

because there's something in the vibration of his compositions

that matches the vibrations of my soul. I dislike Handel

for the exact same reason. Earthquakes in New Zealand

and Japan on the news in between updates on coked out

megalomaniacs, political sex scandals, and Reality TV.
The world is wobbling on it's axis and the religiholics

scream that the end of the world is near... not realizing

our end was in the beginning, and that all of this

has happened before. (And it will happen again.)

We lost our sense memory – an altered vibration, nothing

more – in the same way we now lose emails in spam filters.

The only difference is we notice the emails are missing.