"Understanding This Holiday Season" or "A Slow Motion Explosion"
No, I am not asking, December isn't either. This giant nonsensical rock rotating around a nonsensical ball of fire doesn't care about you. It doesn't see the broken part of you. If you find yourself muttering; "Can I get a win for once?" as whatever you were touching explodes for no reason, or maybe when your Hulu glitches, you know, with the swirly wheel that won't yet you watch the episode of "New Girl" when Schmidt Krumps. If you don't "Krump" or know what "Krumping" is then you may feel more at home here . We, the inhabitants of this carnival ride "Gravitron" are at a distance that is furthest from our sun in this current state of revolution, time and dimension. The fire sphere or "Sun" that I'd casually mentioned earlier, yet somehow even though at her furthest, the daylight looks and feels like a bright perpetual morning. Until mid early next year time is wrong. The spinning rock we live on fools us with its yearly finale as we throw back Moscow Mule's with people that on most occasions we would not talk to but we have to, because we need numbers to fill our account numbers to buy us pants. If you were, when it was before we tricked our spinning home, pants wouldn't been an issue. You'd snuggle up with your wolf in your cave around a fire and eat the day's hunt, admire the sky fire resting into the horizon and then fall asleep as the sun left you. The sun tells you when, or at least it used to. In those times you may have been thankful for the lack of the Sun. You might have realized that the cold December rewarded you with extra sleep because less light meant more rest and the light told you when you had to walk around until the stars told you to settle. This screen, the one you're reading this on, it does not know when to tell you to settle, at least not when the sun wanted you to. This screen doesn't know about about the spinning planet dancing with the Sun. The very same Sun that used to grant us less light so we could rest through years's final months. This screen doesn't give a shit about you. Think about how'd you'd do in a field without pants. The thought that gave you this screen also gave you pants and took away your field. Think about that field and think about why you spin around on a giant rock at one thousand miles per hour while also spinning around a glorious ball of fire burning at 5,778 kelvins. . Tell yourself why reality makes sense, or at least tell yourself why you should put on pants or pay taxes. At any rate, be safe this Holiday and please try to enjoy this madness between now and the end of the year. If you see someone looking down on their luck, remind them that this quickly rotating ball of rock levitating in an endless void of nothing has almost completed one more revolution around the fire sphere and that this spinning orb of rock has no idea who you are. It only knows how to spin. Maybe we could learn from that? Just spin. At the end of day, another idiotic light cycle from this slow motion explosion that just doesn't give a shit about you, kangaroos, hula hoops or John Cusack. This world just spins, because it has to. Just spin. A constant new dawn expands our realities almost hourly. Just spin. The world has never been more connected and more confused. Just spin. Be thankful that you have this screen to look at when you can't bear the understanding of the weight of the truth of this high speed disaster that we call home.
Have a great Holiday from Tim's Tesseract, and remember, have some fun!