Kent Wayne

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  • Musings

    When you REALLY start peeling back all the [science/philosophy/religion], then IMHO nothing really makes sense… But don’t worry; it only ceases to make sense in the most mind-melting, joyous, absolutely incontrovertibly perfect way.  😉

  • Musings

    Ever done something outside the range of “who you thought you were?”  We all hold onto the quirks of our identities and guard them with the same puritanical mix of shame/guilt that we use to defend our sex lives.  Personally, I think it’s fun to be open about jumping from identity to identity (and necessary, for…

  • Echo-A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    I’m fleeing a horde of Broadway thespians, they’re all trying to sing inane conversational verses at me (yeah, Rent and Moulin Rouge were good, but otherwise I don’t need to hear you sing about brushing your teeth or watching TV).  Asinine lyrics pour over me, and one of my eardrums bursts.  I stumble like I’ve…

  • Musings

    I’ve always believed in futility—just look at us:  we were designed to die.  But recently, I’ve started to believe that things are futile for another reason.   I’m by no means religious, but I do believe that there is something behind the concept of a Higher Power, and that it loves us more than we…

  • Musings

    Why must we prolong enjoyment in strife or fortune,ease or hardship, or—for that matter—whatever lies in front of us?  For a fantasy future that may be derailed by something as cosmically inevitable as a meteor?  Or as geologically certain as an earthquake?  Or as inescapably inexorable as death?  Attack your ego in whatever way necessary…

  • Echo-A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    At the gym.  Emo Goth teenagers have invoked the dark god Yog-sothoth and opened a portal from his realm to ours.  I’m watching as a giant scorpion and a gross slobbery tentacle-thing emerge from a rune-ringed circle of eldritch light.  (Curiously enough, I also see a pugnacious looking meter maid emerge from the portal as…

  • Musings

    All those cracks in reality can be obsessed over or ignored…but in my mind they’re actually clues, or “handles.”  And you may be asking yourself, “What on earth is he talking about?  Why would reality have ‘handles?’ “ Reality has handles so you can grab hold of it and bend it.  😉

  • Musings

    I’m trying to forget that I needed to remember anything…and that everything I need to remember is undeniably unforgettable.  (That’s life:  Irony upon irony upon irony…it keeps going.  Best to just enjoy it. 😉  )

  • Echo-A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    At a coffee shop.  A bunch of ultra-righteous, you’re-not-open-minded-enough activists are braying at their own remarks—statements that simply reinforce their unexplored viewpoints.  They mention something about how much they love open letters and I can’t help but mutter, “God I hate open letters.”  As my cup leaves my lips I find ten of them looming over…

  • Musings

    We all have our own tools to navigate the world, but recently I’ve found that true acceptance of whatever is happening (the kind that’s so deep that it allows me to switch personalities on a dime), is the tool that bestows the highest degree of fluidity and clarity.