Here and
now.
Not just
here.
Not just
now.
Continuum
of existence.
Flowing from
one to the
next.
Limitless
existence.
One realm
to the
next.
Segmented,
no connection.
Dreams.
Dreams reflect
what once
was.
Reality,
an illusion.
Essence of
self flows
through
one illusion
to the next.
Energy,
vibrations
dispersed.
Spread out,
everywhere.
Here not
here.
Here is
everywhere!
Now is
timeless.
Uncertainty
presides.
Consciousness
crystallizes.

The past,
myth.
How
things were.
What
was thought.
History,
built on
Itself.
Archaic thought,
held high as
truth.
Misty past,
cloaked in
mystery,
superstition,
fear.
Deep past
shrouded in
Ignorance.
Shrouded in
fear.
Today, modernity
leaning on
ignorance,
leaning on
fear.
Clinging
to the
past.
Holding
ancient myths
as gospel.
Gospels controlling.
Future,
what’s to come.
Heavy, dense.
unwieldy.
Shattering archaic
thought.
Archetypical
thinking,
losing resonance.
Evolving,
blending,
as more is
learned.
Infinitely
more to
learn.
Old ways die.
Die hard!
Infinitely
more to
learn.
The future,
leaving
the past to
fade away,
disappear.
Disappear
into the
ether.
As if never
here.
Never
here at all.

Future.
Trend of
life.
Decisions made.
Different decisions.
Different trends.
Different futures.
Decisions made,
feed back loop.
Time encapsulated.
The past,
the present,
the future
all touch.
Are all
connected,
interact.
Waves,
vibrations
flow.
Tight bond.
Feed back loop.
Decisions reshape
as trends
play out.
What you
do is
what you
become,
is who you
are.
The future
resculpts
the present,
resculpts
us all.
Choose
wisely.

Perhaps
it’s all an
illusion.
A trick.
A trick
of smoke
and mirrors,
misdirection,
slight of hand.
Look
over there
while it’s
happening
over here.
Time and energy
wasted.
Wasted on
nonexistent
reality,
merely shadows
on a cave
wall.
Chasing our
tails.
Pursuing
the unattainable.
Don Quixote.
Proud
of the
fool’s errand.
Silly humans.
The gods
last laugh!

Picture yourself
among the
stars.
You are
moving
very fast.
Where are
you going?
Billions
of stars
moving
by you
instantly.
Ever wonder
what is out
there?
You
pass no
more stars.
What
is it you
see?
Galaxy!
Picture yourself
among the
galaxies.
You are
moving
very fast.
Where are
you going?
Billions
of galaxies
moving
by you
instantly.
Ever wonder
what is out
there?
You
pass no
more galaxies.
What
is it you
see?
Universe!
Turn around
and behold.
Not stars.
Not galaxies.
Universes.
Limitless
ocean of
universes.
Picture yourself
among the
universes.
Infinity.
Ever wonder
what is
out there?
More than
can be possibly
imagined!

Moment.
As I
write, the
moment passes.
Sliding behind,
never
to return.
As I write
history created.
History being
built.
Frozen
in the
past.
Memorialized,
falling.
Falling
into the
past.
Fading.
Fading,
like all
who
have come
before.
Never
to be
seen again.
Never
to be
known again.
Time
evaporates,
evaporates
into nothing.
The past
is gone!
Nothing
but the
now.

Music
of the
void.
Sounds
emanating
from the
ether.
Celestial
vibrations.
Vibrating,
uniting.
Uniting
everything,
everywhere.
All connected.
Immersed.
All immersed
in the same
waters.
Infinite ocean
of sound,
vibrations,
music.
Music
of the
cosmos.
Uniting music
vibrates
through all.
Uniting all.
Available
to all.
Available
to all who
listen.
Soothing
the beast.
Easing the
pain.
Listen!

What
to believe?
What
is truth?
Depends.
Depends
on who
you
talk to.
Different
truths.
Different
lies.
All truth,
no truth.
Small truth.
Confusion.
No one knows.
There is
no truth.
No understanding,
only confusion.
Unknown.
Make believe.
The cards
have been
dealt.
The game
has been
joined.
The rules
not supplied.
Confusion.
No rules.
No truth.
Confusion,
nothing more.

Firmly griped.
Griped
in what’s
around.
Griped
by the
code.
Where
we are.
Internal
instinct
gripping
what is done.
Programmed.
Coded for
function.
Controlled
by code.
Do what’s
done, coded
as such.
No way out!
No way
out of
determinism.
Predetermined
from the start.
Coded
from
inception.
Illusions.
Merry-go-round.
Everything
a merry-go-round.
Spinning.
Relentlessly
spinning.
Going nowhere,
simply in
circles
as designed.

We come
in,
an empty
vessel.
A dry
sponge.
Absorbing
all in our
sphere.
Attitudes,
ideas,
beliefs.
Different locations.
Different beliefs.
Gospel.
All taken
as gospel.
Why?
Why
different areas
different
beliefs?
Isolation.
Isolation
bred different
beliefs.
Primitive ideas
superstitious
ideas, based
on fear.
Revolving
around
the primitive.
Revolving
around
fear, superstition.
We believe!
We believe
what we’re
told.
Then retell.
Time to
question.
Time to
question
everything.

Global
collectivism.
Swirling
thought infection,
swirling thought
evolution.
Cross
pollination
pregnant
with purpose.
Genetics mixing.
Verbal discourse
mixing.
Small or
great
matters naught
mixing.
Creating
different hues.
Different flavors.
Different textures
mixing,
evolving.
More added,
views altered.
Perceptions
changing.
What was,
archaic.
What
will be,
unknown.
Creations,
new creations.
Different!
To what end
different?
Point?
No point!
Performance
art extreme,
till curtain fall.
Nothing more.

Vibrations,
excitation
moving through.
Soaring high.
Fanning
over all.
Over all
to hear,
to feel.
Sad.
Happy.
Emotions.
Ripples
in the air.
Meaning,
interpreted
meaning
as the voice
continues.
Wafting over
rivers, sailing
over mountains.
Screaming
I am here!
Circling reality
spinning through
it all.
Fading.
Soon fading.
Meaning lost.
Lost forever.
Lost to the
void,
as if
never
here
at all.

From afar.
Approaching
from afar.
A distant
place.
A different
place.
Slowly moving.
Moving
toward
an unknown.
Small,
so small
it seems
from afar.
Moving
closer, seeing
more.
Strange.
Different, alien.
Closer still
frozen in
structure
belief.
Local belief.
Convinced in
its place.
In its tiny
place.
Closer still.
Writhing structure.
Writhing in
Ignorance.
Ignorant
yet sure,
so sure of
truth.
Knows not
of truth.
Knows not
of much
at all.

The
machine,
billions of
years in the
making.
Our very
being
to the
molecular level
fabricated,
wired,
controlled.
Controlled by
the machine,
the system.
Fabricated,
simply
fabrications
are we
by the
system.
Like machines
mired
by the
hardware
influenced
by the
software.
Products
of the
environment.
All we know
programmed.
How we’re wired
predetermined.
Everything
scripted by
the system.
The machine’s
system.
Freedom
an illusion.
All just
components.
Widgets within,
simply
functioning
as designed.

The
thinness of
things, of
reality.
Wafer thin.
Perceived
reality.
Depth lacking.
Not
textured.
Awareness
not textured,
not deep.
Not
nearly enough.
Understanding
shallow, limited.
A vapor
in the black.
Little to
work with,
much to
understand.
Primitive nature
governing,
holding
in place,
controlling events.
Unfinished business,
invisible
answers.
Beyond reach.
Easily deluded.
Paper thin the
contest.
Misinformed the
results.

We are
custom made.
Custom made
for this
place,
from this
place.
What we
know,
who we
are,
what we
think,
indigenous.
Springing up
from the
core,
squeezing
through
the rocks,
out of the
mud.
Primordial scream!
Our senses,
how we relate
predetermined
by this place.
Every fiber of
our being
determined
by a mote of
dust lost
in infinity.
Programmed
by uncertainty.
Following instincts
layered
onto our
souls.
Believing
we are free.
Free in a prison,
a preprogrammed
prison on a mote
in a void.
Life in a
drop of water.
All we consider
significant
isn’t.
Here,
is where
we bubbled
up.
Here,
is where we’ll
dry up.
A puff
of dust
in the breeze.
A blow to
the ego
this is.
A little
more humility
surely applies.

When
will it
end?
I do not
know.
I do not
care.
Each moment
a miracle.
Each moment
a universe.
Enjoy every
snowflake,
every sunset,
every
bird song.
Infinite in
nature.
Not to be
missed.
Focus.
Focus on
all,
all that
surrounds.
Never
to be seen
again.
Never
to be
felt again.
Each moment
a gift,
not to be
squandered.
Once gone,
gone for good.
Each moment
happy or
sad, unique.
Each individually
unique.
Can’t be
shared.
Oblivion.
Inevitable
oblivion
soon enough.
Appreciate the
infinite
within.
Never to
be again.

Freedom,
what is it?
How free?
Original thought,
does it exist?
Is it rare?
My mind,
filled
with what was
poured in.
I could
believe
many things,
based on what
was poured in.
Where I was
born determines
what I
believe.
Local dogma
clouds my reality,
determines
what I
believe,
how I think.
I could be
many people,
believe many
things based
on what was
poured in.
Once the
cake’s baked,
fully formed,
how free
can it
possibly be?

Civilizations built.
Decisions made.
Billions
of decisions!
Whether to
turn left,
whether to
turn right,
whether to
go straight.
Each has
consequences.
Energy
pulsing off
the planet.
Each second
decision energy
layering history.
Butterfly effect
a billion times
a second.
Second after
second, billions
upon billions
of decisions
made.
Decisions,
energy
pulsing into
the void.
History.
Human history
being built
as such.
Each decision
flows to its
own
unique future.
Billions of
unique
futures born
each second.
Second after
second.
Such is the
conundrum of
quantum mechanics.
Such is the
conundrum
of infinity.

Pheromones
wafting,
hormones
charging.
Pulsating energy
abounds.
The jungle
breaths.
Rules apply,
wound inexorably
through countless
millennium.
Firmly ensconced.
Sophisticated
ignorance.
The animal
confused.
Confused
about
its place.
Confused
about what
it is.
The din
of the
jungle
beats within.
The beast.
Humanity
growls,
no different
from the rest.
Pheromones
wafting,
hormones
charging.

Spun tight
are we.
Spun tight
in our
beliefs.
Spun tight
in our
brainwash.
Spun tight
in a world
awash in
ignorance.
Dealing with
a reality
not understood.
Convictions
evolved to make
sense.
Make sense
of what the
senses allow,
of the
jungle that
surrounds.
Evolved to
relieve angst,
have something
to hold on to,
cling
to in the
maelstrom.
Parroting
nonsense
generation
to generation.
Believing all
that’s
told.
Blinded with
local thought,
local prejudice.
Firm in our
acceptance.
Beliefs from
a dearth of
knowledge.
So sure.
So sure,
with no
reason
to be.
Infancy
still.

Barren.
Nowhere to go.
Limited.
Exploration proved
limited.
Science failed,
found no answers.
No way to travel
beyond local space.
Dead planets,
hunks of rocks.
Clinging to lifeless
radiation drenched
rocks.
Useless.
Could not
recreate Eden.
Looking out,
found no one,
nothing,
useless.
Looked within.
Began looking
within.
Within technology.
Within
virtual space.
Space with no
limits.
Created realms.
All,
Gardens of Eden.
No rules to
bog down.
Bog down
exploration.
No speed limits,
instantaneous.
Be anywhere
instantaneously.
With a thought
anywhere.
All went within.
Within
the machines.
Became one
with the virtual.
Crossing barriers,
domains.
Crossing dimensions.
virtual all.
Controlling time.
No limits,
personal paradise.
Found them.
That’s where
they were.
Found them
all.
Everyone was
within.
Within the
virtual, the
virtual multiverse.
Unlimited!

Staring

at the fire,

crackling.

Dark room

candle flicker.

Soft classical

music.

Christmas tree

lit.

Timeless.

Time has

no meaning.

No meaning

at such a

moment.

Universe

disappears

outside gone.

Only that

scene, that

moment.

Could be

any time.

Could be

any place.

The moment

the same.

Timeless.

How to
explain,
understand?
What
makes sense,
seems logical?
What level
of understanding
even possible?
Models needed,
scaffolding
required.
Required
to build,
hammer out
understanding.
Needed to
explain what
is seen,
and unseen.
Needed to
make sense
of it all.
Models drafted.
Builders built.
Ideas developed,
evolve to
explain.
Explain reality.
Competing
models developed.
Broad spectrum
of thought.
All incomplete.
All full of
holes.
All interpreted
from minimum
data.
All doomed
incomplete,
destined to
fail!

Center of
all things.
Beliefs
archaic,
simplistic,
unfounded.
Oblivious
to all that
matters.
Limited in
nature and
scope.
Local beliefs,
ideas,
small in design.
Mind ,
simple,
limited in
structure.
Sees in small
bites.
Unable to
comprehend
beyond its
architecture.
Like fish
in a bowl.
Only so much
to know.

Time,
a dwindling
commodity.
Precious.
Most precious
of all.
Taken for
granted.
Daily,
increasing in
value.
Increasing in
scarcity.
Slipping through
the grasp.
Cannot
be held.
Cannot
be saved.
Cannot
be controlled.
Relentless
in its
pursuit.
Reaching
for more,
futile.
Looking
back,
squandered,
disrespected.
If only.
Cannot
get it back.
Bane
of the
aged.
Lost.
Daily dissipation.
Pushing
against
inevitably.
Pushing
against
a lost cause.
Time,
a dwindling
commodity,
most
valuable
of all.

Like a
breath.
It comes
then it
goes.
A blink.
In a blink.
What was
young turns
old.
What was
old turns
ancient.
Irrelevance,
pure
irrelevance.
In a breath,
irrelevant.
Fleeting sparks.
Sparks
in the
dark.
Barely there.
Barely there
at all!
Echos, ripples
in the dark.
In the void.
Eons pass.
All forgotten.
Deep time
devours all,
leaving nothing.
Nothing
at all.

Bubbles
within
bubbles.
Existence
within
bubbles.
Everything
ever­ywhere
in a bubble.
All known,
all conceived
in tiny
space,
programmed
space.
Visions of
grandeur,
visions of
control,
visions of
power
all visions
of insignificance.
Unimpressed.
Infinity
unimpressed.
Ancient ideas.
Ideas from
limited concepts.
Civilization awash
in limited
ancient concepts.
Change washing
over all.
Old ways
fading.
Power bases
eroding.
Global connections
global brain,
inflating concepts.
Expanding bubble
ready to pop.

Wake.
Every day,
awake.
Daily
routine
is joined.
As if
programmed,
the daily
routine
is joined.
Rote activity
building.
Immersed.
Immersed
in a
deepening
milieu,
a viscous
milieu.
Fixed
in time
and space.
Accelerating.
Existence,
observed,
complex,
accelerating.
­Little time.
Little to
contemplate,
life’s river
too strong,
too fast.
Interactions,
convoluted,
confusing.
Surviving.
Surging forward
tumbling
along the way.
Light at
end of
the tunnel
fast approaches.
The ride is
concluding.
Contemplation.
To what end?

Pulsating
futures.
Directionless
futures.
Meaningful
futures,
all together.
All at once.
Everywhere,
everything,
every time,
all together.
All at once.
No future,
every future
together.
All at once.
Every turn
everywhere,
every past.
All at once.
Leads to
nothing,
leads to
everything.
All at once.
Infinite
it be,
every place,
everything,
every time.
All at
once.

Writhing
pulsating
creature.
Being
unto itself.
Individuals
mere bits,
bits
of the
whole.
Spinning
interacting
pieces.
Pieces merging,
morphing,
evolving.
Changing.
Pulsating
as it goes.
Transcending
time.
Rooted to
the past,
careening
toward the
future.
Humans,
one whole
being,
global
in nature,
scattered,
disconnected,
yet compact
in its
core.
Coded.
Living in
confines.
Bounded
by purpose.
Coded for
time.
Future.
Speeding on.
Always
speeding on,
leaving
all in its
wake

Music.
Emanating
music.
In the air,
universal
music.
Vibrating
from who
knows where?
Vibrating from
everywhere.
I’m here
it says.
From
all corners
of creation.
Hear the
music.
Listen hard,
it’s everything.
Creating.
Simply is.
Wafting through.
Celestial,
music.
The
sound of
creation.

Into the
world
tossed.
We are
tossed.
No say,
no say
at all.
Landing,
eyes open.
Anywhere,
anyone,
anytime.
No say.
Tossed
into reality.
How many
times?
How many
places?
How many
challenges
to face,
endure?
How many
lessons
to learn?
How much
suffering
to overcome?
To what ends?
No say,
no say
at all

Wielding power.
Power
to control,
dominate.
Used for
subjugation.
Power used
to enrich
enhance.
Unscrupulous
power.
Power
taken by
a few to
control
the many.
Pompous
power,
mindset
superiority.
Superiority.
Terrarium
­power.
Terrarium
superiority.
Terrarium
pompous.
Small power.
Tiny power.
Negligible power
on a
universal scale
of time
and space.
All past
power, simply
dust
in the wind.
Power,
meaningless.
Meaningless
power.

Reality,
or so
I perceive.
Choices made.
Pathways
crisscrossed.
Futures
not to be.
How deep
does it go?
Is it all
I see?
Or,
is deeper
much deeper?
Unseen elements.
Energy emanating
pulsating throughout,
throughout
perception.
Throughout
creation.
Tip of the
iceberg
all that
we see,
all that
we know.
Certainty
non existent.
Creation
runs deep,
runs wide.
Not as simple
as our
senses perceive.
Absurd.
Absurd
to think
our senses
are enough
to divine
reality,
to divine
creation.
Infinitely
more
there be.

What
imprint
will be
left?
How will
the
ether
be plucked?
How deep
will the
vibrations
be?
What’s left
behind
vibrates
through time.
Interacts,
reflects,
deflects.
Resonates
with all
that came
before and
yet to be.
The ether
cares not
about the
corporeal,
but what
the corporeal
delivers.
What
vibration
the corporeal
leaves behind,
introduces
on to the
evolving
ether.

Eyes,
where
have they
gone?
Fixated stares.
Focused stares.
Mesmerized.
Eyes,
conduit
to the
soul.
Entrance
to the
heart.
No longer
looking out.
Seeing others,
reality.
Cyberspace
holds sway.
Streaming in,
in through
the eyes.
Polluting the
soul.
Corrupting
the heart.
Streaming,
flooding
the brain.
Zombies
created.
Destroying
individualism.
Beware!
Those who
control
cyberspace
controls
the world.
Look away,
before
it’s too late

Symbol.
Power symbols.
Control symbols.
Symbols to
rally around.
Symbols,
subjugation,
control.
Control
the unaware.
Waving on
high,
those in
control.
Moving the
masses,
distraction,
slight of hand.
Waving the
flag,
the cross,
the apple.
Focus the
eyes,
leading the
charge.
Symbols as
tools, controls.
Focus the masses.
Muddle their
minds.
Control.
Control their
thoughts.
Masses moving
as one,
unison.
Mindless unison.
Symbols,
weapons of
control!

What will
we do?
How would
we cope?
At home,
myriad ways
to organize.
Unlimited
paths could’ve
been followed.
A decision
here,
a different
one there,
all would
be different.
Different
outcomes
played out
in parallel.
Infinitely so.
Some
unrecognizable.
Some familiar.
When they arrive.
Arrive spatially
from afar,
temporally
or dimensionally.
How
would they
be?
How
are they
organized?
What would
they see?
How would
they think,
relate?
No commonality.
None.
No thread of
connection.
None.
What will
we do?
Evolve!

Reflection.
Look around.
What
do you
see?
Are you
sure?
A terrarium,
living in a
terrarium.
Rules
laid out.
Materials
in place.
All that’s
needed.
Needed by
terrarium dwellers.
Accept
what is seen.
Function
accordingly.
Big time,
self impressed.
Power,
dominate,
fight to
survive.
Born,
live,
die.
Question not.
Do your part,
move on.
Terrarium
dwellers need
not reflect.
Need not
contemplate.
Do your
job then
depart.
The lot of
a terrarium
dweller

Gods
of distant past.
Temples built,
prayers,
devotions,
offerings made.
Millions born
then die
believing.
Time
moves on,
new beliefs
emerging.
New gods
to adore.
Evolution
of beliefs,
mankind’s
enduring quest.
What to believe?
What is truth?
Where is truth?
When is truth?
Is it coming?
Has it been?
Is man
capable of
knowing
truth?
New reality.
Always new
realities.
Coming faster
all the time,
coming faster.
Faster and faster.
What to believe?
What truth
to believe?
Who’s truth
to believe?
Seduction
of technology,
future god
to billions

A time
before.
Before
instant
connections.
Instant access.
Instant entanglement.
Knowing others
thoughts
instantly.
Before.
Before,
silence
abounds.
Minds­ encircled
in silence.
Cocoon.
Unique thoughts,
personal thoughts,
slow thoughts,
quiet thoughts,
little interference.
Little interactions.
Like never
before,
new
interactions,
interconnections.
Like never
before.
Cocoons
obliterated.
Laid bare.
Connections,
light speed
connections.
Minds melding,
influencing,
formatting,
different.
Global,
new ways
of thinking
like never
before.
Shattering
reality,
the past,
like never
before