Everywhere everywhere we have waves bouncing around.
The sun sends them to us, across 93 millions of space. They hit our little planet; they reverberate in all kinds of ways. Some of them we capture and channel into energetic uses.
Others we do not capture at all. They just ripple around placidly in places unseen.
Out in the wild, in some natural place where the planetary stream gently trickles through unspoiled environs, we may notice waves just rippling along being their leisurely selves.
If we peer closely at them, we may notice the universal vibration passing through our brief moment in time and space.
In other locations, where humans have captured the waves and trained them into commercial or utilitarian applications, they just degenerate into more of the blahblah interference that we encounter every day in our electronified existence. Like this pic taken at a gas station, where apparently the petrol pushers have determined that we cannot be without electronic stimulation for any amount of time—even the 2 or 3 minutes it takes to fill an itinerant gasoline tank.
Although it is strangely reassuring to see a human face there in the mix, especially a pretty one. . .
Glass Chimera
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