Time in a Bottle



If one can pretend that time is an illusion, then perhaps an interesting question might be…..”What (then) is the ultimate result of evolution” (yes, I know that this sentence contains three references to time). If the inquisitive soul who posed that inquiry wanted more information and added to the mix, the supposition that all matter is permanently endowed with memory, then what?

Ask around.

By Lee Broom

Straight Lines and Silliness


Do you ever wonder where all the stars and planets in the universe would go if they failed to be pulled from their otherwise, perfectly straight path? Of course, if each object in the universe could ignore the gravitational pull of the first really large object it encounters and continue on its own straight path wouldn’t that mean that every rock no matter what its size, every ball of gas, no matter how big or how hot would all be running away from each other, in which case one must then wonder, if there is nothing in the universe close to Big Rock number 2 to the 5M power, there would be nothing with which to compare the straightness of its path. Right? And given that all these rocks and stars and space dust particles are flying away from each other, wouldn’t they eventually wither away to nothing? Or would they all meet again in the same instant and form the Mother of all Black Holes?

In case you are wondering why I am asking these silly questions, I have been buried in tutorials all day, looking for better ways of using the internet to earn a living.

So why are you reading my silly questions. Perhaps unlike mine, there was some order to your education and you’d like to stop for a moment and leave a comment? Thanks for stopping by.

PS: Under such circumstances would the space dust be flying speck by individual speck on their own individual paths? And also, is it possible that this is actually what is happening? Naaaaah.

And what if I said that these flying objects were symbolic of the human ego and given the premise that everything in nature wants to complete its task in the shortest time possible wouldn’t that mean that………………………………….??????????????

By Lee Broom

Who is That in the Mirror?


Black holes and dark clouds and space dust are universal metaphors for what(?); that part of you that has no room for anything at all but the perfectly straight line that travels from the retina of your only remaining eye, returning when it will from the end of the universe, ignoring, no, completely oblivious to anyone else in you path(?); no, it’s the other way around, isn’t it?

Isn’t it?

I’ll pass, Old Friend.

It’ll pass.

By Lee Broom

Felves, Selves and Curious Elves


“I’m perfectly happy with my perfect self.”

Said the perfectly happy, perfect elf

“Except for only one thing.

I never learned how to sing.”

“Sing?” Trilled the fairy with voice so clear

“I’ll give you a voice we’ll all love to hear”

She waved her wand; it went “bling”

“Now let your new voice ring.”

Elf opened wide and tried his new sound

A lovely voice so mellow and round

Except for only one thing

To his old self he wanted to cling.

“I was perfectly happy with my perfect self”

Said the formerly happy, perfect elf

“Except for only one thing

I’m a bit of a dingaling.”

“Now that I’m perfect there’s nothing to change

There’s nothing at all left to rearrange

If only I had some wings”

Fairy waved her wand; it went “bling”.

If you’re looking for a happy ending, there is only Now. But let’s suppose that the elf is an ordinary self much like you and I. Elf discovered that his new voice was not new at all; he had been so enamored with his new persona that he failed to notice that his fairy friend now spoke with the husky voice which had once been his and that Fairy no longer had wings. The swap was irreversible. They now must learn to accept themselves and each other or spend the rest of their days being miserable.

Elf decided that Fairy must have loved him

A bushel and a peck

As the old song goes

And a hug around the neck

As the old song continues.

“Will you marry me” he trilled.

“Yes I will, yes I will”, she croaked.

So they were married by an elfin priest in the Magical Church of Fairyland and promised to spend their lives together, loving and sharing and maybe even raising some little felves. I never did learn how it all turned out. Are they happy together? Are they together? Are they…..?

If I hear anything I’ll let you know.

By Lee Broom

Buffalo Bill Kills a Fly and a Gnat with a Single Swat


On display for all to see who were able,

”It is eye”

Said the gnatty, gnat, gnat on the nose of the fly

Who was perched on the nose of an irritable guy; “Take that”.

And the irritable man, he swatted away

At the fly on his nose,

And the gnat (there he goes),

As his world went awry, said “goodbye”.

And the irritable man with the tie in his hand

Completed the Windsor knot.

And tucking at this and that around the collar until satisfied that “handsome is as handsome does”

(He loved this tie a lot),

Except for the spot

Where the fly had landed.

So happy he was that the fly was now gone. (the fly never really knew what hit him on the return approach).

The gnat by the way, was just that, In The Way.

And the hand of the man went SWAT once again

And returned to his image in the glass in the lav

And perfected the knot in his Brooks Brothers tie and said “Dang,

I’m a handsome man.”


By Lee Broom

A Six Pack, a Hammer and a Church Key, Please.


It is said that it is easier to break an empty bottle of beer than a sealed one.

It is also said that it is easier to break anything than to fix it, unless that thing is an undesired habit or a relationship.

Is it any consolation to realize that when a thing is made by man, that something was first destroyed?

Whatever we make of ourselves requires raw materials, desire and a whole lotta Love.

By Lee Broom

Singin' the bleus.