Destiny’s Double Dare

Sitting in my sacred chamber, smelling the soft autumn rain drizzle outside. Waiting for my third coffee of the day to cool slightly in my hands. For the first time in a great while, my eyelids need not strain to stay up. For a Great Idea with initial caps has found me.

It found me twice before, but both times it was just an idea: filled with promise but no way to become reality. This time it approached me like a lover, flirting with my imagination. And suddenly, I saw the full path to completion. It all seems like destiny; at first I just made it up as a wild idea. The second time, just a few days back, it tapped my shoulder again, making me say, “could be neat.” The third time was a time of realization; I could do this and get away with it. It could be something really new and great, and not just an experiment that might or might not result in success.

Why Destiny? Because things came together. The new technology it required was made available and affordable only months back; I had now learned what I needed to see it through; it built on old skills I already had. It has it all, baby.

“But what is it?”, you ask in frustration. This I cannot tell you. For a man with a Great Idea is a man with a secret, and may he guard it well, lest he eternal damnation of his soul face wouldst.

OK, enough of the Yoda slash Wannabe Writer syntax. Suffice to say I’ve found a career goal to pursue that could lead to better days for me.

It might even take me to the Stars.

The Noah’s Ark Fiction

I’m sitting on my lawn in the warm Swedish summer sun. A tepid breeze tickles the hairs on the back of my neck, and a butterfly with brown and orange markings takes a brief interest in me, then continues its meandering flight. Thoughts come to me in a light, steady trickle like the one from my armpit.

Are there really people who still believe every word in the Bible is true? Surely some stories, like that of Noah’s Ark, are obviously fiction? To make the stories true, you’d have to presuppose that the old world doesn’t work the way this world does.

Of Faith

Faith is an amplifier. If you have it, or work at it until you’ve deluded yourself that you have it, it will help you accomplish things you never thought you could. Be it terrorist deeds or an interesting and fun invention or a work of art.

I passed confirmation with flying colors, but in the back of my head something tells me I really did it because it was the norm and I wanted my confirmation gift: a bike. I soon lost my faith, had I any to begin with, since faith in the Christian god didn’t seem to affect my life in the least. In my late teens I became a searcher and devoured pretty much everything – Martinus’ Cosmology, the Bhagavad-Gita, Castaneda’s books of drug abuse and wizardry; joining Christian friends and going to Mass, inviting Jehova’s Witnesses and discussing the age of the Earth and much more over a coffee.