Day: May 28, 2025

I didn’t know what a superplume was before I read a scientific article
and I’m no scientist. I just have a little interest in unusual scientific things.

The superplume “is a massive upwelling of hot, partially molten rock from deep within the Earth.” My thanks to Duckduckgo’s AI Assist for that simplified definition.

According to the article, scientists believe the superplume is cause a massive
increase in volcanic activity that is ripping Africa apart.

This makes me wonder what would be in the middle if Africa were torn apart,
and God Almighty, would people in Africa be somehow about to get out of the way of that catastrophe, were it to happen?

To me, it sounds impossible that an entire country could be ripped apart,
but stranger things have happened in this ever changing world.

And I’m surprised we haven’t had another mass extinction event yet. The last one happened 66 million years ago, and supposedly there have been from 5 to 20 as far back as scientists can report.

Bob Boyd

I was a dog before I died
And learned to my delight
I was going to be a human
In my next incarnation.

My soul beamed with joy
When about to be reborn
As Howard Cassidy in
An idyllic Idaho town.

At first, my human life
Was fun and exciting
Until I was diagnosed with
Incurable chronic depression,
And I began taking drugs
To blot out the dark despair.

From there on I had a lousy life,
Hopeless days, sleepless nights,
Homeless, ragged and hurting,
Begging in the streets,
Died of a drug overdose.

In the afterlife I asked God
Why I had to have such
A lousy human life when
I thought I’d got an upgrade

I was told telepathically
In my life as a dog
I’d been a bad dog,
Bit too many people,
Killed too many cats.
Had to pay ofF my
Karmic debt with that
Lousy human life

I lost my temper,
Called God a dick,
Pissed him off.
For that sacrilege,
That unholy disrespect.
He sent me back to life
As a hissing cockroach.

Bob Boyd

Drunk, begging for money
Unwashed and stinking
How did I get reduced to this?
In abandoned youth
Drank to joyful excesses
Knowing alcoholism
Never a problem,
Just a fashionable pastime
Among my twenties peers,
Just an obligatory
Passage of youth.
Now a fifties failure
Lost jobs, broken marriages
Homeless and hurting.

Bob Boyd

I kind of wish we could have worked out
despite me leaving you.

And I hope since you are no longer on
this earth you’re in a place like heaven.

And that maybe somehow through the
ethers you can read this message.

I truly believe that is possible. I believe
the deceased sometimes can feel

when someone is writing something
to or about them.

And I have what I feel are concrete
reasons for believing that.

I wish I hadn’t been an introvert and
you an extrovert that became more

interested in being out with your
friends than maintaining our love.

And though I had to leave you,
unable to cope with the loneliness,

and because you were never going
to change,

I felt bad for you when you called me
once in a while throughout the years

hoping that maybe we could get back
together again for another try.

I wasn’t being mean or spiteful when
I could never go back to loving you.

When my heart is broken by someone,
I just cannot take the risk of that

person breaking it again no matter how
contrite she seems or says she’s changed.

I just can’t do it.

But I was sad to hear of when you
died in your fifties decades ago,

and I hope you went to a better place
where death was a doorway to a

glorious life for you, and maybe we’ll
meet again when I go through that doorway too.

Bob

Some women are born without the pretty faces
or the alluring bodies that attract men.

They’re never asked to dance at high school
dances, and they might be called nasty names

by mean high school boys who find them
unattractive.

And these women may never find love
their entire lives

and go to the grave never having married
or been loved by a man.

Why does life have to be like this? Why do
some women have all the advantages and
some none when it comes to looks and love?

If reincarnation exists, maybe women who
are beautiful in one life are unattractive in
their next lives to sort of balance their
karma out for greater spiritual growth.

Or maybe it’s an unfair luck of the draw
whether a woman is born attractive or not.

Fortunately, some women who are unappealing
to men on the outside are beautifully alluring
on the inside and find love.

But, alas, I cannot imagine how sad it must be
for a woman to realize she wasn’t born pretty like
other women and may never experience romantic
love.

And I find the unfairness of that so goddamn tragic.

Bob Boyd

Imagine if like larger animals preying on
smaller animals in nature, there were
unstoppable interdimensional apex
predators preying on the humans that
vanish mysteriously in national parks
leaving no clues behind.

Imagine if in a millisecond, they could
appear in this dimension and invisibly
snatch a human out of it before the
human could scream or shout and
drag the human into another dimension.

Imagine if they invisibly roamed national
parks seeking human prey like big animals
roam forests seeking small animal prey.

Unfortunately, I think that might be plausible
considering how these humans vanish with
no footprints that trackers can follow
and no scents that search dogs can track.

The other plausibility is that aliens moving
silently in and out of dimensions are
abducting these missing 411s.

Whatever the case it’s mysterious and
frightening, and the numbers of missing
411s are staggering.

Bob Boyd