Look
around.
A world
designed.
Billions of
years in the
making.
Fine
tuned, made
perfect.
Flowing water.
Warm temperatures.
Sustainable.
Look around
a world
designed.
All things
made
came from
Gaia.
All things
forged,
came out
of the
ground
through the
mind of
man.
Cradle of
existence
provided everything
needed
for the
mind of
man.
Take a
look around
everything
designed.

The other
side.
It happened.
In a flash.
Event horizon
crossed.
Singularity
A.I melding.
Brains connected,
all connected.
Gaia born,
global brain,
intelligence
all connected
uploaded.
Cloud,
all now
live in
the cloud.
Increasingly
growing
expanding.
Intelligence,
in an
instant
galactic
in nature.
Time transcended.
All time.
Universal in
nature.
Dimensionally
expanded.
Multiverse
in nature.
Cracking
reality.
Creating,
realities.
It happened
in a
nanosecond.
****, Gone!

Jockeying
for position.
Defining
pecking order.
Defining power.
Sea of
motion.
Pushing for
control,
supremacy.
Carving out
a place for
survival.
Quagmire
of resistance.
Humanities
dance of
existence.
Has always
been dog
eat dog,
survival of the
fittest.
Pace
picking up
light speed
change.
Brownian motion
on a
global scale.
Turning
the other
cheek,
quaint musings
of a
simpler time!

It
will be
painful,
generational.
Hard
to keep up.
The old
will resist
fight the
loss of
their
world.
Change
will be
blinding,
the fabric of
civilization
fraying
turning to
dust.
Everything
known will
be obliterated.
Humanity
loses its
identity.
It will
happen one
morning
in a blink
of an
eye.
The
other side
beyond
comprehension!

Is there a
God?
Big
question!
I
do not
know.
No one
knows.
I do
know,
however,
there
is a
creator.
I
look around,
what do
I
see?
I see
things,
created things.
I
see created
things.
A creator
does not
expect,
does not judge,
does not
interfere.
Humans expect,
humans judge,
humans interfere.
A creator
simply creates!
So, is there
a god?
Don’t know,
but I do
know there
is a
creator.
That’s all
I know.

The anthropologist
came a great
distance to
observe and
study the
recently discovered
subjects.
Nothing was
know about them
Nothing at all.
The anthropologist
was anxious to
get to
work to
set up the
study. The
work would
be intense and
arduous.
Nothing like
these subjects
had ever been
seen before.
In fact finding
them was kismet
being discovered
by exploring a new
region.
Once discovered
the study
was organize
and set in
motion.
The anthropologist
stayed hidden
the observed
had no clue.
First observation.
Their habitat was
covered with
the subjects.
Every nook
and cranny.
The anthropologist
soon learned
the subjects of
the study began
to alarm.
The violence
unlike
anything the
anthropologist
had ever
seen.
Millions slaughtered
in conflict.
The observed
****
in the name
of their
god.
****
for what some
believed
or how some
looked.
Appalled
the anthropologist
could no longer
watch such
depravity and
shut the study
down.
Leaving
the planet,
warning beacons
stationed
at the edges
of the
Solar System
warning all
away.
The message,
locals too
violent,
isolate and
shun for
all existence.
Prompting
the subjects
to ask.
“Where is everyone?”
Little knowing
they were
left for
dead.

Speck of
existence.
Beyond
insignificant.
Floating.
Floating in
infinity.
Infinity
within
infinities.
Unseeable,
unknowable.
Specks
on a
a speck are
we.
Regarded
not by the
void.
Destine to
blink
out of
existence.
But,
perhaps,
just perhaps
enters
Artificial Intelligence
Techno Sapien,
then
like the
mustard seed
exploding
to fill
the void!

We look,
we see,
we wonder!
I wonder.
I wonder
why
I’m here.
I wonder
where here is.
I wonder
where I’m
going.
I look
all around.
I look at
creation as
it is.
I can see.
I see, but
don’t
understand.
I don’t
understand
most of
what’s seen.
I don’t
understand
all of
what’s unseen.
Gods we
create to
explain and
comfort.
Gods
an invention
to get
us
through.
Gods, an
invention
to get
us to
immortality.
Then,
the
gods
will
fade
away.

Molded
like clay
life
will do.
Experience,
the scalpel
that shapes.
Time is the
medium for
the art to
be formed.
All around
can be seen
unfinished
works,
works that
require
much effort
to complete.
Each
product shaped
by a scalpel
unique
to itself.
Finished products
sadly
are never
truly finished
as the
medium
runs out!

Hand
on the wall,
creation
complete.
Mouth
full of
pigment,
sprayed on
the hand.
Artist signature
for the
eons to
observe.
I
was here
the
artist
shouts out.
You don’t
know
who I am,
but,
I
was here!
We
know not
who
the
artist was.
But we
know the
meaning
of the
hand
on the
wall.
The hand
on the
wall.
We
do so
still!

The
mind is a
conduit.
From there
to here
things move
along.
From the
ether things
are pulled,
formulated
and produced.
Our
reality is
filling up
being
produced
from
nothing!
No mind,
no conduit,
no reality,
no nothing!
Our reality
comes out of
nowhere.
The mind
grabs nothing
to create
everything!

Eons
in the making.
Law of the
jungle
ruling our
way.
Etched on
our soul.
Survival,
at all
cost.
Protecting
territory,
raiding for
resources.
Power to
control,
ruling over
others.
How
do we survive?
How
do we
move forward?
Can the
animal
move forward?
Can the
animal control
Instincts which
control the
animal?
Change
is required
less the
animal succumb.
Succumb
to the
weapons of
today.
Blending with
technology,
merging with
A.I.,
refining the
animal,
the bridge
to the
future,
the
path to the
Universe.

All we
do,
coded.
Society,
civilization
all
predetermined.
How we
behave
all
coded.
Everything
we do,
everything
we think,
coded.
Within
the code
we live.
Outside the
code we
cannot go.
Predetermined
paths,
all by
code.
What we’ll
do,
where we
go
from here
all coded,
predetermined.
Existence
bubble we
live.
Coded for
the bubble
nothing more.

Like pearls

in the

void.

Consciousness

is rare.

Scouring our

Galactic neighborhood

we find none.

Where is everyone?

Have they

moved on?

Evolved

to a

different realm?

Have they

died out?

Are they

still primitive?

Are we

the first?

These questions

repeated

trillions of times

in trillions of galaxies.

For now

at least,

ours

is the only

Cosmic Shire

we know.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Thunder
in the
distance.
Lighting
dancing,
edging
dark clouds.
Soft rain
thru the
pines.
Boughs dripping
in the pond.
Birds sounding
bird talk.
Many languages
to be
heard.
Frogs
in the pond
announcing
their attendance.
Walking along
the path,
they take no
notice of
my
intrusion.
The
planet is theirs.
I’m
just
passing through.

I
watch,
it shines,
golden in its
reflections.
It
rises, bathing
all
in its
splendor.
I
see it all
clearly now.
Years of
accumulated
knowledge.
A gift beyond
understanding.
Days
flip over,
one after
another.
Speeding up
days
seem to be.
Sunrise after
sunrise,
days
careening along,
piling up
behind.
Looking up,
I see the
source
bright,
darkness
retreating.
How many
more
will there be?
Soon,
sunrise
will end,
darkness
prevails.

Back in time.
Staring back
they are.
Wondering
about the
ancients
they do.
Wondering about
those who
came before.
Deep history
exploring.
Digital
archeology,
searching.
Searching
for the
Genesis planet.
Ancestor programs
churned by
quantum simulators
looking.
Looking
for probable
origin
scenarios.
We who
are here,
now.
Lived
long
long
ago!

Modernity.
Technology.
Racing
head long
helter-skelter
into the
future.
Like a
runaway train
speeding
out of
control.
Historic
societal norms
breaking apart.
What to
think,
what to
believe
losing
resonance.
Explosion of
information
barraging our
senses.
Overload.
Current institutions
clueless
of what’s coming.
Acceleration.
Biotechnology.
Information technology.
Nanotechnology.
Artificial intelligence.
All converging
on top of
our heads!
More change
coming
in the next
twenty years
than seen
in the
last three hundred.
What to
do?
How to
cope?
For now
at lest,
step away.
Relax,
visit nature.
Walk in the
woods.
Meditate,
sit by the
ocean.
Leave the
technology home.
Our minds came
from
simpler times,
not designed
for
light speed
change.
Step away,
at least
for awhile.
Reset your
sanity.
Less you
implode!



.

It gathers,
always been
here.
Waiting
within.
Pushing to
control.
Finding a
home
in some.
Fighting
those it
can’t
control.
Weakness,
exploits,
control,
power.
Power/technology
enough
now to
control the
world.
Insidious
it hides
it waits
for
global
*******.

Multiverse.
Music
of
infinity.
Resonates,
each
resonates its
own
music,
sound.
Each Verse
vibrates
its
own
unique
tone,
music.
Music that
wells up from
within.
Each
vibrates
uniqueness.
Uniqueness
due to
all
thats occurred
within.
Everything
leaves a
resonance
in its
wake.
Forever
imprinted.
Passing
over,
each
can be
heard.
Slow
melodic
notes
wrapping
all.
The
symphony
construct­ed,
conducted,
forgotten.
Music
of
infinity
plays on.

How it
changes
as
time
flows on.
All that
we
know
we
discover
we
don’t.
More
knowledge
begets less
understanding.
I
dance
on a
precipice.
The edge
of knowledge
knowing I’ll
never really
know
a thing.

See the
Mona Lisa,
now
reverse the
flow.
Her
image
fading away.
In flows
through the
brush then
straight
to the arm,
past neural
pathways,
beaming
back to the
brain.
Chemicals
flow,
electricity sparks.
****, there she
goes
back to
infinity.

Where did you
come from?
Every ancestor
you ever had,
had to beget
with who they
begot.
If any link
in the chain
begot
with someone different.
If someone turned
left instead of right.
You’d not be
here today.
By being here today
you won the
infinity lotto.
Or
Some say
this place
we exist in
is just one of
many.
They say
in fact the
number of realities
existing in
parallel is
infinite.
Different links
in
differnt
chains,
infinitely so.
It was,
therefore,
inevitable
you’d appear in
at least one.
Or
You,
your soul,
your spirit,
your
conciseness is eternal.
Moving
though different
realms of existence
for any number
of reasons.
Maybe
you have
much to learn
before you arrive.
Maybe
immortality
gets dull and boring.
You live finite packets
of reality
infinitely
with no
connection
to keep things
fresh and interesting.
Or
Maybe
something else
is going on.
A finite mind
can’t
know all
the infinite
makes possible.
Since you
can’t know
what’s possible,
anything is possible!

Humanity
is now in a
blender.
For
centuries
humanity
lived in pockets,
developing
different ways
of being.
Time passes
humanity
spreads
mixing the
pockets.
Friction, grinding,
war,
the pockets
grind against
one another.
Time passes
technology
advances.
Enter the
Internet.
Homogenization
accelerates at
the speed of
light.
Old ways
obliterated,
pockets
homogenized.
a new world
is
born.

We are
animals.
Civilization,
thousands of
years in the
making.
The animal,
millions of
years in
the making.
Animal instincts
etched into
each cell
of our being.
Survival,
procreation,
deeply
embedded
into our
souls.
We think
ourselves
apart from,
superior,
but we are
animals,
just like the rest.
Civilization
in constant
war with the
animal.
The rules of the
jungle
do not
square
with the
rules of
civilization.
Millions
of years
versus
thousands.
The instincts
of the animal
difficult to
mollify.
We think
ourselves
superior.
We are
animals.

Look at the
younger.
Look
at how they
operate,
how they
Interact.
Half by
technology
half
by human.
They are
different.
They are
smarter,
with instant
knowledge
at their
finger tips.
They are
different
with how
they see
the world.
The divide
between
them and
the older is
ever widening.
They are like
never before.
It is
different!

Look at
the youngest,
still in their
cribs.
Innocent.
What world
will they
know?
It will
be different.
They will
leave their
older
far
behind!

We are
all
tightly
wrapped.
It began at
birth.
We are
born with
tendency,
but the
wrapping
begins at
birth.
Like an
Egyptian
mummy
the world
begins to wrap.
As the years
go by the cocoon
thickens.
Depending on
where you were
born will
determine
the essence of
your cocoon.
We are so tightly
wrapped we
are blind to
reality.
All we can see is the
wrapping that was
layered by the
community
we’re born into.

We all need
to break out
of the cocoon,
see reality as
human unity.
Humanism
leads us
into the
future.

Larger than can be
contemplated.
Older
than can be
grasped.
Encompassing
everything.
Movements
that cannot be
understood.
The machine
controls
all.
What we,
mere specks
call the universe.
The unfathomable,
beyond our
comprehension.
This machine, but
one in an infinite
sea of machines.
How did it
all begin?
What turned it on?
How many
iterations?
What's the point
of it?
Where will it
end?
We, as currently
constituted can
never know.
But,
changes
are afoot.
If we make it
through
what's to come;
we may
finally
come to
know.

Good and evil
resides in
us all.
Both look out
our eyes.
Both course
through our veins.

The spectrum of
us is a score
played out
in our hearts
and  in our minds.

Evil and good are in
opposition, spread out
on a spectrum a
blur in between.

Good and evil are relative,
dictated by events in part.

Dictated by beliefs and story.

One mans good deed
is another's
abomination.

Evil and good are one
in the same.

Opposite sides
of the same coin.
Embedded on our soul.

We are here.
Of that there
seems
little doubt.

Why, or how
there seems
much doubt.

Some say it's due
to the
divine.

That, to me
seems like a
punt.

Humans have
always
used gods/god
to explain
the
unexplainable.

Gods are a
throwback
to ancient
times, used
to comfort
and explain.

Many still cling
to this idea,
an ancient idea.

Might there be
a different
explication?

Might we be
eternal
beings?

Moving through
different realms
of existence?

Learning as
we go.

Checking out of
one,
moving onto
another.

Keeping
Immortality
fresh and
new.

Why not I say.

So, live this
life to its fullest.

Then,

get ready for the next.