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Sunday, September 24, 2006

Out beyond the Gas Giants

A pub is a place of safety;
A place where hobbits
And men
Can exchange news;
A place where a ranger
Can sit quietly in the corner
And observe, but not speak.

If you wish,
You can play patience in a pub.

Tonight,
In the saloon bar
Of The Whore and Condom
In Church Street, Ventnor,
The conversation
Is about
Pluto, Yoda and love.

Pluto will survive.
It has plenty of friends
Out there in the Kuiper Belt
And the Oort Cloud.
They talk.
They party.
They exchange energy.
Everything is intelligent.

What Earthling astronomers think
Doesn't matter
Out beyond the Gas Giants.

And Yoda?
The thing about Yoda
Is that Yoda doesn't blog.

Yoda is everywhere all at once,
Except you don't notice.
Think quantum transdimensionality
And you think Yoda.
But you don't touch Yoda
With your thought;
Yoda touches you with his.

Love is more tricky.
But after a second glass
Of Benedictine liqueur,
Even the concept of love
Becomes accessible
In the saloon bar
Of The Whore and Condom.

Love is a dance;
A dance of colour;
A dance of energy;
A dance of inclusiveness
Shared with the universe.

Out beyond the Gas Giants,
They understand that love
Is all there is,
And that love includes Pluto
And energises Yoda
And surrounds the saloon bar
Of The Whore and Condom
With a felt sense
Of metaphysical safety.


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SolStations's Pluto factpage

Nine images of Yoda
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9


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