Author Archives: Aidan Badinger
How do you and I know what separates us from each other as well as the rest of existence?
Looking at this planet from the other side of the galaxy, let alone the other side of the solar system, everyone and everything blends together into a collective, a unit composed of particles sprayed randomly across the cosmos by exploding stars.
Yet we feel like distinct, unique individuals with a purpose for existence. There is something special about our inhabitance of this lopsided, blue-green marble, something that we need only look inwards to find.
What does innate mean to you? What resides inside you that gives you the drive to distinguish yourself from the infinitude of the universe?
That’s it, nothing major.
D: Tell ’em to shake it a few times.
M: Shake their booties, sir?
M: By a few, do you mean more than two and less than four?
M: What will they do afterwards?
D: Tell ’em to shake it a few more times in the same rhythm as before, ad infinitum.
M: Are they to never cease?
M: Not for food, water or sleep?
D: No. They will receive everything they need.
M: You’re sure this will work?
D: Don’t question my methods. This isn’t my first rodeo.
Forward, past the Ides of March–
boots pack soil and cake themselves.
Robins hop for worms again,
moist soil clinging to their beaks.
Seedlings punch their garden womb,
drink the sun, spread their roots.
There is death among us now,
it never shrinks or fades.
But right this minute,
are warming their wings
to take to the sky
and leave their shadows on the ground,
where the reaper keeps what he sows.
He [my shadow] told me once
that I’d never get rid of him
and I jumped.
Tom Waits can say a word or two on the matter.
It appears the video is waaaay out of sync. Oh well, I suppose you can still have it on as background music.
It takes time to climb a mountain, and for what reward? To make your mark on a place that only a handful of people will see?
Time piles up and we must go with it. When all is said and done, if we can keep on top of our achievements, marking our presence at the top is simply to help ourselves cope with the significance of aging.
Hooray time! I can’t wait until they make a pill that delays DNA degradation.
P.S. – this drawing is a continuation from my Ancient drawing. I figured it would be fitting to continue through time to approach our current day, the peak of existence.
Form has not varied much from generation to generation, no matter which medium we use. This is my homage to my ancient brethren leaving their mark in caves for us to discover. They didn’t know we’d see what they did, and 99% of their work has vanished in transit, but I wish to fill in some of the mystery.