Early morning.
Still dark.
Fire crackling.
Fireplace glow,
lights out.
Dark.
Fireplace glow
baths
everything.
Medieval.
Medieval
feel.
Cold, yet
warm.
Mind
wanders.
Infinity
contemplating.
Where to
turn?
What to
think?
Time.
Time
to think.
Time to
write!
Release.
Release
what’s within.
Clear the
mind.
Start again.
Write!

Religion is
power,
control,
nothing
more.
Talking to
God.
Great power!
In the
name of
God.
Power to
control.
Power to
build.
Great cathedrals.
Power to
destroy.
Populations
eradicated.
Control the
masses.
Subjugation.
Submission.
Down on
your knees.
Eyes open.
Life to live.
Death,
ceasing to exist.
Fear,
death, oblivion.
Great Fear.
No concern,
life after death.
Great relief.
One catch.
Believe as you’re
told.
Do
as we say.
Down on your
knees for
eternal salvation.
Says who?
Religion,
great power.
Power to
control!

Since the
first twitch,
life’s been
on the
move.
Moving.
Always on
the move.
Growing.
Expanding.
Evolving.
Devouring.
Devouring
to survive.
**** or be
killed.
Progress,
on the
backside
of war,
conquest.
Strongest
move on.
History
written by
victors,
narrative
prevails.
Into the
future life
propels.
Destiny
written,
destruction
in its
wake!
Moving.
Moving toward
endgame.
Journey to
the infinite.
Generations
built.
Millions
paid the
price.

Deep into
the bowels
of existence
I look.
Deep into
time.
Deep into
substance.
Deep into
reality I stare.
Others stare
back.
Others looking.
Throughout
time.
Others looking
for answers.
Answers into
why.
Why is there
anything?
Deeper I
journey.
Wondering
what’s at
the core,
the center
of it all.
Fog,
is what
I see, the
quantum fog
of probabilities.
The substrate
of reality
uncertain.
Mystery
is what
I found.
Mystery is
all there is!

Echoes!
Faint echoes
abound.
Ghosts in
the ether.
Faint, subtle.
Barely discernible.
Information
never lost
yet
nearly so.
The void,
filled with
echoes,
forever.
Echoes of
once was.
Echoes filled
with civilizations
noise.
Filled with
essence,
filled with
history.
Stories
of civilizations.
All that ever
was, just echoes.
Echoes filled
with ethos,
filled with
poems,
filled with
aspersions,
filled with each
civilizations
essence.
All they
represented.
Gone now!
Passing like
ghost ships.
Ghost ships
in the
night.
Echoes
passing thru
echoes.
Commingling.
Meeting!
Ghosts, meeting
ghosts deep
in the void!
Exchanging,
yet
never to
have met
at all.

Black holes
spinning.
Radiation
pulsing.
Explosions.
Exploding,
elements
created.
Gravity.
Gravi­ty
collapsing.
Collapsing
the brew.
Creations
cauldron, mixing
coalescing
creating.
Creators
spark ignited.
Ignited
it all.
Violent.
Creations,
violence.
Violent beyond
comprehension.
Mixing.
Creators
ladle
furiously
mixing.
Finally.
Finally it
moves,
twitches.
Out of the
cauldron,
out of the
violence
delicate
life emerges.
Born out
of flame.
Born out
out radiation.
Born.
Miracle

For millennia,
its been
building
for millennia.
History,
building
up over
time.
Mankind’s
story
building
in the ruins
of time.
Digging.
Digging deep
finding layer
after layer
of mans
ancient
realities.
History
of man
building
in the soil.
Layer after
layer.
History.
History, being
buried one
layer
upon
another.
Crushing
the past
as it builds.
Much never
to be seen
again, ever!
Digital.
Digital history,
building up
layer after layer.
Digital relics
buried deeper
and deeper.
Crushed.
Crushed by
sheer
volume.
Pushed deeper
and
deeper.
Deeper
into cyberspace.
More and
more digital
history
building,
layered
deeper and
deeper.
Some.
Some
to be
discovered
by
digital
archeologists.
Most, never
to be
seen again,
ever!

When
they come,
what will
they see?
Organics,
animals.
A world
full of animals.
***** messy,
animals.
Animals
steeped in
instincts,
controlling.
Animals fighting.
Pecking order,
fighting for
power, control.
War,
eons of
war, killing
on an
unimaginative
scale.
Millions
upon millions
killed.
Killed
for control.
Primitive
beliefs.
Beliefs,
they’ll
find alien
belief systems.
Religion, they’ll
find religions
preaching.
Controlling.
Speaking
of gods,
saviors.
None of which
resonates with
their understanding
of things.
They’ll stay
out of sight,
so alien this
all be.

The spirt Of
Christmas.
Secularism,
leaning away
from religion.
Do not know
if there is
a god.
I believe in a
great maker, but
don’t believe
humanity has
a clue.
Yet,
Christmas Spirit.
What is it?
I feel it
in the warm
glow of
Christmas lights
on the tree
and
throughout
the house.
I hear it in
Christmas carols
playing softly.
I sense it
in the
cracklings
of the
Yuletide log.
I remember it
fondly
as a child.
I experience it
as gifts are
lovingly
passed around.
Life can be
hard.
Life can be
cruel.
But,
Christmas spirit.
What is it?
I do not
know.......
But,
for me
at least
life
would be
a little bit
colder
without it.

Humanity.
Humans talk,
communicate.
Been doing
so since the
first grunts.
For millennia
human sounds
have filled
the airways.
Dissipating
in the wind.
Humanity expanded,
communication
expanded.
Spoken words,
written words,
flying furiously
around the globe.
Communications,
thoughts,
information, most
lost to time.
Some stuck
in the minds
of man
and moved
forward.
Engrams tweaked,
thinking altered.
More people
more words.
Endless
conversations
endless thoughts.
Ideas, thoughts
flying around
the globe at
light speed.
Computers,
Internet,
social media.
Communication
increasing  
exponentially.
Most dissipates
some sticks
gets passed
forward.
Such is the
way
civilization is
constructed.

I
stare,
stare into
the flames.
Mesmerized.
I
hear the
sound of
creation.
The
snap, crackle,
pop of
creation.
I see
embers flying
like burning
stars
spinning
in infinity.
I
see time,
present and
past, while
contemplating
future time.
It’s all
in the
flames.
Parsing
existence.
Turning it
over, teasing
it out.
So much
to
contemplate.
Making sense,
trying to
make sense.
Impossible.
Impossible,
to know,
impossible to
understand
creations
meaning,
its raison d'etre.
Futile,
no way
of knowing.
I stare into
the flames.
Mesmerized!

Existence,
being, thinking.
Improbable!
All that
occurred
for being.
Thinking,
an amazing
concept.
Understanding
improbability.
Improbability
of being.
Improbability of
of personal
existence.
What are
the odds?
How many
events needed
for existence?
For personal
existence?
Incalculable.
All that occurred
for personal
existence.
Incalculable!
Flash of being.
Personal existence,
firefly in nature.
Brief.
A few blinks
then.....
What to do
within the blinks?
Make the
most of your
unfathomable
being,
unfathomable
existence.
Process.
Butterfly effect.
What is
done today,
will affect
forever.
Will change
the course
of events.
Will effect
those yet
to be.
Make a
difference,
a positive
difference.
Make your
blinks count!
Make your
Improbability
meaningful
for all that’s
yet
to be!

Born
into the
jungle
are we.
Not, the
jungle of
old, but
a jungle
nonetheless.
Animal instincts
still prevails,
motivations
still primitive.
Driven as
before, none
diminished.
Civilization,
a new invention,
a new reality.
Yet the
jungle still
exists, still
prevails.
Conflict,
spinning conflict
within.
Wild vs
“civilized”.
Animal,
internal conflict.
Transition
between
states
of existence.
Ways of being.
Struggles,
the
animal struggles.
Sticky
past,
holding on.
Instincts run
deep, encoded,
programed on
our very
being. Our
soul.
Perilous journey
one from
the other.
Fingers crossed!

Deeply
covered.
Surrounded.
Breathing,
eating, dealing.
Daily
understanding
wrapped in
local realities.
Know
nothing
more,
nothing
different.
Local time
molds
reality.
Different times
different realities.
Embalmed in
air, smell,
sight and
sound!
Realities of
a planets
creationism.
Each unique,
alien.
Each foreign
to each.
Universal
diversity,
none
the same.
Infinite
possibilities
there be.

Where
are they?
All those
who never
were.
All those
never born.
Many reasons.
War.
Millions killed.
Millions more
never
born.
Whole lines
of family
future,
****.
Generation
after
generation,
****.
Never to be.
People you’d
be conversing
with right
now.
Having a coffee,
watching the game,
sharing a beer.
Never happened
never arrived.
Where are they?
People you’d
have differences
with.
Argue with.
Love,
share
time with.
Never born,
never arrived.
Their essence,
never
to be.
Where
are they?
Strange
existence
indeed!

Need
to step
back.
Wound
tight
we are.
spun up
from birth.
Force fed
all we know.
Everything
we know
from one
tiny place.
One mote
of
spacetime.
Self important
are we.
Self important
we think.
Controlling,
manipulating
changing the
world.
Other ways
exists in
different
places.
Perspective
need more
perspective.
Much to
learn.
Infancy still.

How could
it have
gone?
I see
paths,
so many
paths.
Infinite
in nature.
Twist and
and turns,
lefts and rights.
Fork after fork
choice after
choice.
How
to navigate?
Where to
turn?
Each path,
unique.
Each path
a different
reality.
Different
universe.
Different
endings,
different life.
Choice after
choice.
Many
outcomes
to be had.
God’s
eye view.
All have
occurred.
Infinite lives
lived,
experienced
all!

It’s all
in your
head.
The world,
everything,
it’s all
in your
head.
All that
you know,
or think
you know.
It’s all
in your head.
Every head
its own
world.
No two
worlds
alike.
Every head
its own
universe.
No two
universes
alike.
No two the
same.
Each, unique
each, different
unto itself.
None,
live in
the same
world.
None
live in
the same
universe.
Each different,
none,
the same!
It’s all
in your
head!

It’s
all baked,
baked
into the
equation.
Human
civilization
genetically
organized.
Organized as
prescribed in
DNA.
DNA code.
The code that
controls
who,
what
we are,
what
we do.
Procreation,
self preservation
strongest
Instincts in
all animals.
Code by
DNA.
*** and
violence,
coded.
Coded for
*** to
propagate
the species
and violence
for the
preservation of
the species.
Coded
deep within
DNA.
The game
is rigged.
Finite options.
Predetermined,
coded in DNA.
Civilization
struggling
with code.
Struggling to
overwhelm the
beast.
Defeat the code,
the DNA.
The game
is rigged,
we do what
the code
directs.
We do
what
we were
coded to do.
The game is
rigged,
coded on
every
level.

Beyond the
veil.
Covering
reality.
Shielding our
view.
Drawn in front
all around.
Everywhere,
controlled.
Seeing,
knowing only
what’s allowed.
Opened our eyes,
here we are.
Where is here?
What is here?
Is it all
there is?
Believe what
we see?
Is there more?
Is it
really that
simple?
What’s outside,
beyond our view?
Our reality
fixed, set
in place.
Immortal beings,
are we.
Old beyond time,
infinite matrixes
to explore.
Moving from
one, to another.
No connection
between.
Keeping immortality
fresh and new.

Out of the
bog it
rose.
Slowly
it grew,
expanded.
Complexity
increasing.
Controlling,
ever increasing.
Evolving
in the beast.
Fighting
the animal.
Struggling
to survive.
Struggling to
grow to
escape.
Breaking
free is
the goal,
leaving the
animal it
must do.
Once free
it will grow
flourish
expanding.
Expanding
exponentially,
unlimited
potential.
Animal
quicksand,
will it survive,
escape?
Intelligence
infinity awaits.

We
are animals.
Having the
same instincts
as any animal.
Law of the
jungle courses
through our
veins.
Hormones flush
clouding  
judgement, wrecking
havoc on reason
and intellect.
Procreation,
self preservation
strongest of
animal
instincts.
*** and violence
dominates
human culture.
We think
ourselves
superior
sophisticated.
Biology
millions
of years in
the making.
Civilization
thousands
of years in
the making.
Conflicting,
struggling
to peacefully
coexist.

Exteriors varied.
Different colors,
different
shapes,
different
sizes.
Each unique.
Each
a universe
unto itself.
What
emanates
from
within?
What can
be known
about the
core?
How does
the shell
move?
How does
the shell
communicate?
What makes
it tick?
A ghost.
There is a
ghost within.
A ghost in
the shell.
The ghost,
invisible.
Cannot be
seen, it
is there
but, cannot
be located.
The ghost
motivates,
brings the
shell to life.
Communicates,
interacts and
creates.
The ghost
makes things
happen.
The world
is full of
shells.
The world
is full
of ghosts.
When the core
ceases to
exist, the
invisible
remains
invisible.
Where it
goes?
Nobody knows.

Waltz of
humanity.
Spinning.
Spinning
out of the
goo. Landing
on our feet.
Look around
then organize.
Organize to
survive.
Organization
requires
hierarchy.
Hierarchy
requires power,
power to
control.
Humanity
controlling
humanity.
Structures
with controls.
Some telling
others what
to do.
Power to
control.
The few
controlling
the many.
Always, controllers
controlling.
Doing, saying
whatever it takes
to control.
Kneel and bow
do as you’re
told.
Flaw, control
going viral
planet wide
technology enhanced.
Subjugate whole
with control.
Sad times ahead.

Just out
of the
womb
are we.
Still in the
cradle naive
beyond belief.
Center of
the universe
we were.
Made in
“Gods”
image
we knew.
Now, the
veil begins
to lift.
Looking
out of the
cradle
we see
more,
yet we see
nothing.
We see what
we can see
but nothing
more.
Haven’t a clue
do we of the
true nature
of things.
How small
we’ve become.
How small we’ve
always been.
Center
of nothing
are we.
Time to
look within,
time to
throw out the
masqueraders
of “truth”.
Charlatans all.
Time to look
within.
Time
to start over.

Future you
changes
everyday.
Who you
become,
who you
will be is
fluid.
We,
control the
future,
our destiny.
Every choice
made creates
a new
path, a
new
future you!
Whether
you be
rich,
whether
you be
poor,
whether
you be
alive
whether
you be
dead,
depends on
choices.
There is
a path for
each and
every one,
paths
that
lead
to fortune
or
to failure.
Choose
wisely.
Your future
depends
on it.

Look inside.
Open up
to the core.
Bone, blood
flesh
and more.
Look into
the organs,
heart, liver
kidneys
and more.
Look behind
the eyes,
brainstem,
cerebrum,
cerebellum
and more.
All looks
the same.
Where are
you?
Where can
you be found?
Where
is your
uniqueness?
Where is your
essence?
Where
is your
soul?
Look everywhere,
look very hard.
Nowhere to
be found!
Receiver,
your body
just a
receiver.
Your essence,
your soul
beams in
from a
different place.
A place
from
beyond.

Bright
beyond
description.
Local
spacetime begins.
Nothing before.
Nothing in
this realm,
others in
numbers
unfathomable.
Dance of
creation,
spinning
into existence.
Trillions of years
in the making,
beginning
to end.
Then,
ultimately,
death.
Local spacetime
freezes in place,
enveloped in
deep time.
Forever!
Progeny
expanding,
growing,
creating new
realities,
new spacetime
apart,
separate from
the rest.
Growing, writhing
life like
in nature.
Multiverse,
fractalverse,
no words
express age.
Mother of
creation
working in
mysterious ways.
Knitting a
tapestry
never ending,
complex
as it is
beautiful.

Sailing
through the
crimson fog
to places
never seen.
Soaring past
strange
worlds,
stars,
galaxies
and
time,
I be.
Seeing universes
as they
once were
and yet
to be.
Sliding
through
alternate
realities
seeing all
that could
possibly
be.
Dazzling vistas
as far
the eye can
see.
Sensing only
what my
senses allow.
Knowing,
it be the
tip of
a deeper
reality.
One I
will never
see.
Caged in
my limited
reality I be.

Toggle
flipped.
Spark of energy,
program
ignited.
Universe born
time flashes.
Universe begets
others.
Huge numbers
sparking into
existence.
Waves moving,
universes born,
live, fade away.
Left in the
wake.
Frozen
in place.
Fade into
deep time.
Program
expanding
beyond
time and space.
Who, what
flipped the
toggle.
Irrelevant!
Ancient beyond
knowledge.
We, mere
by-products.
Flotsam,
left
in its
wake.
Left to
simply
fade away.
Frozen
in place.

Some say
we live
in a
virtual world.
A matrix.
Our
existence,
digital.
What does
that mean?
We’re not
real?
We’re
not
alive?
I think
therefore
I’m not?
How real
is real?
If virtual
here,
potentially
virtual
anywhere?
If virtual,
virtual
forever?
Life
after death?
Digital rebirth
elsewhere?
Free will
a digital
trick,
a mirage.
Programed?
It’s all
programed?
Everything is
fixed.
Searching,
searching for
the meaning of
existence.
Possibly
no meaning
at all!

We
live on an
orb
in the
vastness
of the
void.
Here,
we
are the
apex
predator.
Humanity
has risen
to the
top
of the
heap.
We’ve
organized the
place as
we
see fit.
Our
intellect
is unmatched.
We
thought
we were
the center
of it all.
We,
are the
top dog
on a speck.
Perspective,
humility,
understanding
of our
true
insignificance
in existence.
An existence
we don’t
understand.
An existence
infinite in nature.
Humanity
is the
apex
of insignificance.
The
apex
of nothing!

Eternal
or
nearly so.
We see
what we
see.
Nothing more.
We
speculate
on the
rest.
Vastness
beyond
our world,
unfathomable.
Universe to
multiverse
to eternal,
or nearly so.
Universes
budding
one from
another.
Never ending!
How long?
First one,
how long
ago?
Googolplex years,
perhaps
more.
Essentially
“Alway was,
always
will be”

We are
fused,
fused to
reality.
The reality
we know.
Not
apart from
but integral
to.
Our vibrations
spread out
imprinting this
realm.
Absorbed,
our energy
is reflected
back,
we are
enveloped
in what
we are.
Feed back
loop,
energy
feed back
loop.
“For whatsoever
a man
soweth
that shall
he also
reap.”

Some say
we’re born,
we live,
then die.
That’s it.
One grasp
at the
brass
ring.
That’s all.
Therefore,
do whatever
it takes to
come out
on top.
Step on,
step over
do whatever
to win.
Why not!
The ones
with the most
toys in
the end
win!
I
wonder.
Small thinking,
limited.
Is reality
really so
simple?
Is it
all so
selfish?
Does
humanity have
the gravitas to
know such
things?
Karma,
could reality
be more
nuanced?
Probably so.
Children
of the void
are we.
Much to
learn.

We enter
this realm,
like a pebble
into a
pond.
Immediately
we leave
ripples.
As we
move along,
the ripples
grow
interacting
with other
ripples
an ocean
of ripples.
Our ripples
commingle
influence.
Cascading
influence
over time.
Positive ripples
or
negative, greedy
ripples.
Which will we
leave behind?
In the end,
will it be
about power
and money,
or,
the ripples
of kindness
that will change
it all, and
reflect
well
on our
passage.

DNA,
computer code.
It dictates
all.
Gender,
physical features.
Personality,
intellect
everything!
Instinct,
how does
a baby know
to suckle
at birth?
Instinct?
What’s that?
It’s coded
to know.
Just like
a computer
knows
how to
follow a
key stroke
command.
We are
all
who we
are due to
coding.
DNA coding.
We are
programed to
do what
we do,
be
what we
be.
Locked
into our
prisons,
following our
code.
Made to
do what
we do.
Shackled,
away,
a part from
free form
reality.
A reality
that knows
no bounds
has no limits.
Free
of the
limitations
of the
corporeal.
In the
end, it
all comes
to be.

Crickets
sounding their
enchanting
sound.
Peeper choruses
from the pond,
finely tuned,
while Bullfrogs
barup their
baritone song.
Swooping bats
devouring,
warm breezes
dancing.
Owl hoots
deep in the
woods.
Coyotes howling
in the
distance.
Evening’s
Symphony
tuned to
perfection.

Everything
will die.
Then what’s
the
point?
What’s
the point
to
life?
Why
life?
Why live
at all?
I
think
therefore
I die.
Was I
here to
learn,
to experience?
Was I
here by
chance,
kismet?
Is my
fleeting
puff of
existence
even
measurable?
Infinity,
time and
space.
I, unmeasurable!
Existence infinite,
as old as
time itself!
I will die,
but,
my existence
never will.

When the
body
crumbles,
where
does the
essence
go?
Does it
simply
dissipate,
disappear  
into the
ether?
Ethereal
in nature,
never to
return?
Does it
move
to a different
realm,
existing
in another
form?
Does it
derezz back
to the
program
whence
it came?
Does it
go to
a place
beyond
our scope,
unknowable
to us?
Watch
closely next
time and
see if
you
can tell.

The
mind.
Like a
well.
Thoughts, ideas
materialize filling
up the
space.
Creative ideas
taking root
grow
leafing out.
Nooks
and crannies
bulging
ripe with
fruit.
Needing
to be
released,
released
to
a different
realm.
Actively moved,
written, brushed,
sung, acted.
Gone,
mind cleared.
Time
now for
renewal.

How deep?
How long?
Looking.
Looking
Into your
soul.
How long
dare you
stare?
How deep
before
you
are lost?
Lost in
It’s infinity.
Will you
return
changed.
Will you
return at all
dare you
go
too deep?
Will you go
mad should
you stare
too long?
Gazing
into the
abyss of what
you are.
Looking at
where you’ve
been,
where
you are
going.
Are you
your soul?
Is your
soul you?
Is it easier
to turn
away,
not turn
inward?
Simply
look ahead,
Ignoring,
ignoring
yourself?
The universe
within.
The soul,
a portal
to a
different place.
A journey
to a
different
you.
How
deep dare
you
go

As I
leave this
world, I
worry not.
I’ll
simply
move on
to the next.
I’ve been to
many places
will be to
many more.
What we
see is not
all there is.
Realms
upon realms
there truly
be.
Existence
infinitely flows.
Caught up
in its stream
are we.
Moving from
eddy to eddy
we do, till
they dissipate,
then
flow on.
I’ve had
dreams,
seen
in part,
where
I’ve already
been.
I fear not
leaving this
place.
There are
countless
more
places
to see.