Sloth, Maybe?

  You're probably wondering why I've assumed this title:  Lunar Robot God? Well, it all began while I was watching a series of interviews with British grade school children in 1966.  They were asked about what life would be like come the year 2000.  "Our old future," as Crow T. Robot would call it. Some foresaw nuclear annihilation.  A planet devoid of life made so by the folly of men.  One child even went as far as the earth burning brightly as would a supernova if beheld by extraterrestrial astronomers light years from hence. Others prognosticated overpopulation and human beings being housed in cramped cubicles stacked one atop the other.  They found this prospect to be very depressing indeed.  I should know.  I lived in one of these apartment buildings, or "tower blocks" as the Brits would phrase it. Another topic that was raised was ecological disaster.  One boy envisioned the majority of the British Isles immersed under 300 to 400 f...

Before the break of dawn today, I did my morning meditation.  This time I didn't have any audiovisual distractions.  I'm looking at YOU, Hertz Rentals and Tom Brady! I've created a personal atmosphere that is not essential to the meditation process.  However, it helps me center myself.  I sit on my Cosmic Carpet - the art of the young woman sailing on undulating waves - and I prop my crooked back on a yoga seat.  I'm stooping slightly more and more with each passing year and I'm fighting a losing battle to sit up straight like a proper member of the homo sapiens  species. As an added atmospheric tool, I purchased a light projector called Galaxy Cove which casts the image of a star field crowned with a crescent moon against the bare wall facing me.  Not essential, as I said, but it helps me. I activate the Calm app and conduct a few preliminary breathing exercises.  I receive the sounds of chirping crickets and cars driving along the drizzle slicke...