Random Time

The Universe works on random time, it said to me on the drive home tonight. Everything that has happened has randomly brought me to the point in life I have now reached, seamlessly in accordance with a plan I'm very happy with. What a point to reach. I don't have to list the things I have, any more than you do. The point is that this singularity which is mine has made a journey to a point that can never end because the journey is infinitely streaming information into an ever-expanding Universe that can expand infinitely if it wants to, for as long as it wants to, because it can. We've got a neat little set-up here on planet Earth that we call life. 
Randomly, at times, life ceases to be in the form it's known itself to be and changes into something else. We can all feel change a-coming. It has that sweet sound of inevitability. While we're laughing at the stock exchange, something else is laughing behind it, while down there in the elemental layers, the gremlins are biting hard that it's all about money, when clearly it's not. 

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 Who's laughing now? Species are dying out fast. The information pool is weakening. Money has absorbed so much of our humanity and independence that there is fast becoming little left to save. Save it? Must we? With what intellect? We're living on random time. At some point the Apocalypse will come. Apocalypse means the change of something into something new. Not a disaster zone in sight. The Universe really doesn't care, it has no judgement, no need of judgement, only of information. The information we're feeding it is the same old information, and we've been through this before. From coins with Dead Sea scrolls to emerald tablets to crystal skulls to crop circles, we're thrown all the info we should need to stop dead in our tracks and think – what next? Have we been here before? No, not in that sense. Yes, in that one. Ho hum. The stock exchange is calling. Duty bound we are to do the things that make us a living. 

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