The musings of a hummingbird.
Hmmmmm…. Where to begin? And the usual answer is “at the beginning!” Yet, what if it’s not? What if we should not begin from the beginning?
I see hummingbirds all the time. I see and hear other birds too but I notice the hummingbirds the most. And today, perhaps for the first time, I think I understand why. The bird itself is unusual then again so are a lot of other birds. Yet I find it to be very beautiful, and it’s not the aesthetics. There is something extraordinary about flying so fast that you’re stationary. Intuitively my mind picks up on the dissonance — not in what I am hearing or thinking — in what I am seeing.
The hummingbird presumably doesn’t think to itself : dammit, I am hungry again, gotta flap those wings hundreds of times per second or whatever - so I can hover over a flower and hoover up some nectar. The “J.” is for John, no need to look up that reference on wikipedia. A feeble attempt at inference. The foibles of chance and iterations, if not recursive loops. Without the connection, the dots get lonely.
Forget that obvious metaphor, let’s look for something truly symbolic about the hummingbird. Most of my writing on SM (Sentient Musings) is about lost potential. The hummingbird exemplifies that perfectly. A bird with incredible abilities for fast flight consigned to stationary stasis and eternal hunger due to the lost metabolism. What will I do today it asked itself? I’ll fly really fast and stop over a flower and obtain nourishment. A little later, because I flew so fast, I’ll be hungry again and I’ll repeat that. Again. And again. And yet again. Until sleep claims me. That human always stops to look at me. I fly close to him and he doesn’t move. What’s wrong with him? He thinks I am something beautiful and extraordinary.
America is a country of lost potential. That’s what I usually write about. If you read this and it suddenly clicks for you, then you get it.
It’s too bad. You’ll probably get this post somewhere other than on the website sentient musings.com They will probably remove the references etc to the website before you get it. It’s some sort of forced isolation. I think it is lost potential, because at the website with enough numbers I could sell you SM T-Shirts, that you could wear and recognize others who read this stuff. Yet the numbers of unique visitors to the site is stuck at 14. I’ve been told that unless the numbers climb above 1000 visitors for a post, not to try and sell T-shirts, hoodies, coffee cups and more cause the monies will be diverted in the same way these posts get to you. I won’t see a single dollar and continue to think that you don’t have the gear, the merch, the recognition of the hummingbirds. We could add comments although that might have its own set of problems. One step at a time.
The website is sentient musings dot com. At this moment in time the top post has only had about 14 views. Until all the posts have had 1000 views each I won’t start selling anything on the site. That may be the tipping point where they decide that this cannot be kept in-house anymore. This site will always be free. We will not have ads. Only merch that you can use. And that too only because we want to fund a driver’s company called WheelShare. We don’t want your money. That’s the truth and the theme. For us, money is a way to regain lost hummingbirds.
Sat Jun 27 2026. San Diego, California.
09:34 am.
La Systeme est la systeme. The System is what is Does. If you feel the country is on the wrong path then that is the System’s intention. The System will not change itself. It cannot be reformed from within. It can be reformed by a wink and a nod of two people wearing different T-shirts that share lost potential. The engagement time of each user on the website is incredible at 35 minutes from 31 minutes yesterday. We understand what it meant to you.
San Diego, California, America. Sat Jun 27 2026.
0943 hrs
