Full Moon Blues

I’ve had the recent pleasure of a 3d demo via a techno gadget that looks like a pair of ski glasses you don. Then you slide your phone inside of it, to not only load the 3d movie, but in addition have some kind of surround 3d view of whatever environment you choose. Mine happened to be sitting on the (fake) moon with my(fake) popcorn and( fake) beverage sitting beside me as the movie played. Though intriguing enough, it simply does not have a hold on me like the reality of life’s pleasures. I understand that way down the line we may bequeath Mother Earth to our ever evolving offspring, potentially creating some sort of cyborgs in the future. Yet I am ever so humbled by that minute exposure to the 100% fake experience. In awe that I still have the luxury of indulging in life as it was given to us by our creator. I am here to feel everything that my senses were intended to feel. The caressing of the wind across my face. The warmth of the sun embracing me from behind. The squishy-ness of wet sand squirming between my naked toes.The softness of an animal brushing against my leg. The breath of a loved one as they whisper much of nothing in my ear. The tears rolling down my cheeks while holding someone taking their last breath. The love of life itself as I howl at the moon with all of the might of my softly beating heart.