Viva Las Vagus

What if all this mindfulness crap was BS? Or at best a first glimpse beyond the mass delusion our American psyches too often spin in?

Do men also have a vagus? AI copilot says, “absolutely yes”.

Before I was driven to the laboratories at Fort Monmouth, I had spent hours playing in the physics lab at Rumson Fair Haven Regional High School, just a few miles away from the now closed fort’s east entrance. By fourteen I had spent seven years observing the estuary, the physics of which were not separate from me any more than the chemistry or biology.

I can almost feel this small audience’s squirm when I go on about prankster photons. I smile when I think about those who speak of such things for a living refusing to give a nanosecond of attention to my take on anything. Stay in your lane, they shout down from the towers I can only imagine. To that I say viva las vagus, and keep on truckin’.

From Fort Monmouth, NJIT, Stanford and back again, this old crow caws on.

When the Razor’s Edge of the clam knife lead the wounded not even dead to outside these Lakehurst joint base gates in the pinelands, the lit and the littoral ooze out of that primordial into the biophonic signal.

The Navy would say, Bravo Zulu - which means well done, now get back to deck mopping, if you want your rations. I say to myself, and myself alone, “give it a rest man.”