Stories.
So many
stories.
Layer
after
layer.
Building.
Piling
up,
deep.
Histo­ries
foundation.
Stories
designing
beliefs.
Generation
to generation.
Ancient
story tellers.
Dogmatic
integration.
Civilization’s
mythos
built.
One story
at a time.
World
view
generation.
Modernity
teetering
on sandy
foundations.
Ancient
narratives,
beliefs
influencing
still.­
Hard to
let go,
reconfigure.
Simple
speak.
Easy
to believe.
Hard to
dislodge.
Stories,
ancient
narratives
not people
rule the
world.

The station.
Experience
begins.
Enter
the soul.
Corporeal
entrapment.
Strapped
in for the
ride.
Moving
out.
Leaving
the station.
Pathway,
destination
unknown.
Journey
begins.
Slowly then
speeding.
Hairpin
turns
steep
heart
pounding
drops.
Whipsawe­d
again and
again.
Buffeted.
Hammer
and anvil.
Vice grip
holding
pounding
away.
To and
fro.
The journey
continues.
Unrelenting
change.
Molded
soul
suffering
thro­ugh.
Station
approaches.
Ride
nearly
done.
Reflecting.
Battered
a­nd bruised.
Soul
disengages.
Stepping
away.
Wiser
for the
journey.
Moving on.
Next ride
awaits.
Once more
strapping
in.

Contemplation.
See.
What’s
seen.
What’s
real?
Acceptance.
All
tha­t is.
What
appears
to be.
What’s
been
told.
Going
through
the motions.
Zombie
land.
Mindless
following.
Questions.
So many
questions.
Asking
none.
Few.
Everything’s
questionable.
Peer­ing
in.
Looking
around,
under.
Accept
nothing.
Facade.
Faint
view­
shadows
of deeper
meaning.
Underlining
texture.
Dimensions.
Dig
deeper.
Life­.
Contemplation
required!

Shimmering.
Echos
from
origin.
Energy
unfolding,
spreading.
Rippl­es
flowing,
creating.
Fields
of
potential,
probability.
Mathemati­cally.
All things
possible.
Quantum
fields
of
uncertainty.
Welling
up.
Energ­y
converted.
Matter.
Visible
manifestation
of creation.
Field generated.
Baked in.
Designed.
All from
nothing.
So perceived.
Complexity
beyond
comprehension.
Formulations
yet
unde­rstood.
Such
is the
nature of
things.

Emerging.
Becoming.
Something
different.
Chrysalis
cracking.
Emer­gent.
Something
new.
Different.
Baked in.
DNA
designed.
Always
meant
to be.
New
existence.
Part
of the
plan,
blueprint.
Humanity.
Sloughing
off.
Leaving
behind.
Ser­ved it
purposes.
Memories
faded.
Gone.
New
future
requires
none.
New
­reality.
Different.
So very
different.

Life.
An
innocent
born.
Unknown
perils
await.
Life
long
path
of
t­rials,
pain,
suffering.
Many
stumble.
Many
fall,
fail.
Fail
to get
up.
Helping
hand
extended,
few
to be
found.
Short
run.
Game
over.
Much to
overcome.
Ladders
to climb.
Success.
No
guarantee.
Obstacles
abound.
Dog eat
dog.
Pushed
down
stepped
over,
on.
Tough
enough
as is.
Sickness
suffering.
Cold.
Selfish,
self serving.
Ruling
the waves.
Kindness
in short
supply.
Meanness
in abundance.
Life.
What
a different
experience
for all,
if the
guiding
light of
kindness
shown
the way.

Nevermore.
Behind.
Turn
around.
Look
behind.
Mysteries.
Fuzzy
pat­h of
what was.
Vaporizing.
Ghosts
along
the path.
Shimmering.
Spirts
of the
never was.
Could
have been.
Infinite
realms
left
behind,
unexplored.
Experience
lost.
T­housands
never met,
never
known.
Avenues
never
trod.
Sad really.
What a
shame.
All the
could
have
beens.
Carelessly
passed,
ignored.
Brushing
past
h­urriedly.
Rushing.
Pushing
through
reflecting,
wondering
what may
have
been?
Should
have
been?
Gone.
All,
just a
mist
lost
in the
nevermore.