on certain days

life itself

seems to be

one ongoing technical difficulty

which is strange

because, isn’t the universe

supposed to be

the ultimate technology?

one that CAN’T NOT

work perfectly

all of the time?

maybe I’m missing something.

maybe it’s me.

aren’t I, myself,

just like everyone

and everything else,

the product

function

PURPOSE

of the whole thing?

the one reflecting the whole

reflecting the one

ad infinitum

—all that?

so how can it be, exactly,

that everything is so goddamned glitchy,

clunky

in need of endless tinkering

thinking

bickering

over the tiniest details

to the point of stress-lines

and perpetual grumbling

and hair being pulled out

all in order

to just keep surviving

do we really have to be einstein

or hawking

or rain man

to grasp the symmetry

of the whole thing?

indeed

there are idiots & geniuses

on either end, it seems.

connecting

and completing the circle

on some level

that leaves the rest of us

pacing around

in a kind of bland, mediocre suffering

trying to piece together

the component parts

for transcendence

but failing to climb our way out

beyond anything

but a general annoyance

and a gradually increasing bafflement

oh well.

it is what it is, i guess.

and if this IS it,

then so be it.

it could be worse

—like sisyphus and his rock

bumbling his way

up his dumb slope

across eternity

even if it’s not

euphoria

or agony

at the very least

we can count on

an endless variety of problems

even as we get lost in them, daily

if the devil really is in the details

he’s made it simple enough

to sympathize

which makes him, i guess,

not such a bad guy after all

because humility, enforced

could, in certain dimensions, i imagine,

be the least of our worries

and hey,

maybe

missing the point

IS the point.

maybe

our failing to see the humour

in the whole situation

is what makes it so damn funny

think of it:

the devil,

just another peon,

down here dicking around

with the likes of us

while god

the ultimate Genius/Idiot

stretches back

in his stained, patchy recliner,

takes another long pull

off his pipe

and has a good-hearted chuckle

at the ridiculous spectacle

of the absurd, asinine perfection

of our technical difficulties

playing out

on his massive

precisely calibrated

endlessly gratifying

wide screen TV.

Image: fran_kie