Like a bottle

into a

sea,

I toss thee

into the

infinite.


The never

ending roll

of waves that

make up a

brave

new brine.


Like a bottle

into a sea,

I toss thee

into a new

roil.


I toss thee

into Cyberspace,

I toss thee into

infinity.

What's the point?
To life
I mean.

Here, we find
ourselves
following
The crowd.
Doing
as those who came
before.
Why?

Did they know
something,
anything,
about anything?

Mindless
lemmings
are we?

Are we building
something?

We're born,
we live,
we move on.

What do we do?
Who do we follow?
Anyone?
Are they right?
About what?

Seems like the milieu
is out of focus.

Time to evolve.

Traversing the hills,
caressing the trees,
gently swirling the scene.

Life's medium moves, ebbs
and flows surrounding all
with subtle sensation.

Moving all with jocularity.
Ripples across an endless water.
Lifting wings, sailing seeds.

Consistent, generationally
reminding life of its existence.

Humanity is moving
through a
dangerous
phase,
transition.

Animal instincts
intact,
driving things
forward.

The animal can
take us only
so far.

Procreation,
self preservation
now
impeding the way.

*** and violence,
the endocrine
ruling the day,
our lives.

Hormone drench,
clouding intellect,
logic,
will slow things,
from here
takes us down.

Intelligence,
  free
of such
distractions
moves
things along.

Transitioning
to the future
a dangerous task.

Ideas not people
rule the world,
competing for supremacy,
*******.

Conflicting, waring
to gain the
upper hand,
control.

Virus like
as it spreads
through the population
Infecting all that come
in contact.

Ideas are insidious things,
once infected nearly impossible
to ignore.

Populations are
controlled by ideas.
Religious ideas, political ideas,
run gunshot
over millions,
pitting whole
populations
against one another.

The relative nature
of ideas is dependent
on the level of infection.

Where do ideas come from?
Who or what injections
them into
our releam.

Ideas make us
do things,
controls us.

Free will just an
illusion.
Ideas make
us behave as
they will.

Can there be
a unifying
idea that shows us the
way?
Would that just be
universal control?

Are our brains complex
enough
to see the
unifying
Idea when it
finally arrives?

Memes can lead us
into the future,
or undo it all.

We will all live
to a ripe old age.

If not here,
then probably
over there.

If not over there,

then defiantly
someplace else.

The mind is
everywhere
at once.

Experiences vary.

When I die in one place
the others simply
move on.

We will all live
to a ripe old age.

Into the bowels of my being I go,
searching for who I am.

Far out into the
 Universe
 I search,

as far
as the eye can see.

So many questions
 I have,

but true answers
a rare commodity.

Frustrations mount,
as I search, and
 search and search.

Road blocks abound
as others 
hold up their arms,
defiantly saying no.

Seems insane I think
delving
into infinity
 with
the brain power
 entrusted to me.

Is it simply better to
accept what I see,

to enjoy
that juicy steak?

Or,

should Don Quixote
like I be,
tilting my lance
toward 
 my inner being,

while

defiantly
waving my sword
at infinity?

I depart now
 for dinner
a fat and juicy steak.

But,

I’ll be back, to once again

tilt my lance toward infinity.

Knee deep in snow I walk.
Listening to the wind
in the trees,
flying snow
everywhere.
Silent the sound.
Just the rustling
of tree limbs
flying snow.

I walk through the forest
cleansing my my mind.
Squirrels in the trees
chattering at my presence.
Crows in the sky,
not a cloud In the scene.

Further I walk,
heading for the pond.
A Red Fox crosses my path.
Beautiful!

****** snow I plow through.
I float away
in the world that I'm in.

The pond now in sight
I ponder the scene.
Wind whipping the snow
across the pond,
huge snow monsters
I see.


Stepping onto the ice
cracking sounds
can be heard.
I step back,
deciding a better path
I need find.

I return home
to the sounds of the day,
cold and refreshed.

Sitting by the fire,
hot chocoholic In hand.
Reflecting and smiling
at my time in the woods.

Rage rage against
the gale.
Rage rage against
the dark.
Rage rage against
the gods

Our time in this
existence is short.
Get up off knees
and make
something happen.

Leave a mark
to be remembered
long after you're gone.
That's what
makes a difference.

Get up off you knees,
and rage against
inevitably.

The pettiness of people is pervasive.
Those who feel better when others fail.
Feeling contempt and envy when others succeed.
Reflecting ugliness behind their backs.
Makes them feel better , superior somehow.
People sniping at those after leaving the room.
Talking ugly of those behind their backs, those who cannot defend.
The world is rife with such little people.
Those who manipulate with words and deeds, hoping
to bruise the gentleness of others kindness. Seeing ulterior
motives where none can
be found. Those who stomp on the
hearts of others if their sin is wearing it on their sleeves.
The gotcha society so reflected in today's headlines and the internet.
The world is crawling with little people looking to push
underwater all those who cannot navigate the shark infested
waters of our world.
Take a look in the mirror... not a giant to be found. We are all little people, not a Saint in the bunch.
Much work we all need do.

I pray every night, have all my life.
Have no proof anyone is listening, but I hope there is.
It just may be a reinforcing technique, I'm not really sure.
A prayer is a harmless thing hurts no one in its passing.
I've lost faith in any religions, just spouting their propaganda.
Just power trips as far as I can tell.
The few telling the many what to do.
See no reason to put them between me and the creator.
Some say all that we see comes from nothing, a quantum fluctuation that's all.
That may be the case I do not really know, neither does anyone else.
Karl Marx said " religion is the ****** of the people", he may be right but no one can say for sure.
Some say have faith, "God spoke to us, showing us the way".
That may be the case, but nobody knows for sure.
Faith is a funny thing, we can have faith in almost anything.
If there is a creator its intentions is beyond ours to know.
So the best we can do is live our lives, and focus on what we can.
Treat others as we'd like to be treated seems like a good philosophy.
The Golden Rule is simple enough, and seems to make sense to me.

was conducted on a global scale,
taking billions of years in local space time.
Mere moments in the time of the Initiators.
Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension.
The simulation experiment would be run in countless simultaneous variations,
the results being keenly noted and analyzed.
The variables in each, some great, some small, would lead
to wildly different conclusions most of which ended baldy.
Some ended, however, with its inhabitants realizing their part in the experiment, enabling them to assist with conclusions.
These outcomes were looked on favorably by the Initiators as it aided to their findings. I wonder which variable we exist in?
Who are we?

What does it look like?
What does it sound like?
How does it read?
Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created?
Did Isaac Newton invent his mathematics or did he discover it, like one discovers a planet?
Where did the Mona Lisa come from? From some ethereal realm? A dream perhaps?
What did Leonardo tap into to create such a work of art? Would it be appreciated by beings on the other side of the Universe?
Is mathematics universal? Are computer codes? Genetic codes?
Beethoven’s music discovered or created? William Shakespeare, what was he on? Where does the mind’s eye wander to obtain such things?
Will earthly beauty translate elsewhere? Is beauty in all its forms universal, or unique to its origins?
Is simplicity beautiful? Complexity? Are we all beautiful?
Or, Is all beauty simply in the eyes of the beholder?

What do you believe?
Why do you believe it?
How did you learn it?
Who taught you?
What where their motives?
Ideas not men rule the world.
Some believe in religion, some do not.
Some believe in life after death, some do not.
Some believe in reincarnation, some do not.
Some are Hindu.
Some are Christians.
Some are Buddhists.
Some are Muslim.
Some are Jewish.
Some are Taoist.

There are hundreds of religions on this planet.
Some are monotheistic.
Some are polytheistic.
Some believe in only a force.
Some believe the universe itself is alive.

In the past, some believed earth was the center of the Universe.
Some believe “God” made man in “his” image.

There are many belief systems on this world.

Humankind has always been parochial in its thinking.
Believing they are the center of things, thinking they have
It all figured out.
Truth is, they can’t all be right. Odds are, none of them are.

Sun glistening off the tropical bay.
White cotton ***** float by reflecting Suns rays.
Surf down below melodically soothing the way.
Vistas of ocean from the left to the right,
spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight.
Sea birds floating serenely they glide, making me wish I could
be by their side.
Gentle tropical breezes waft by surrounding and soothing the soul.
Tropical smoothies, frozen delights, smooth out and mellow the ethereal sights.
Sweet Acacia filling the senses with a sweet fragrant glow.
Sunshine, golden enthrall mellows its hues when meeting the ocean a
tropical show. Orange, red, pink explode in the sky. The sun slowly sliding away seemingly steaming on down.
First stars make themselves known, peaking on through till the whole sky blazes with a Milky Way hue.
Evening turns into night and things settle down when the surfs constant hum lulls us all off to dreams..

The waters have calmed.
The kayak slips by while the warm breeze blows light.
The loon eerily sounds it is near.
Sun drenched clouds ooze vanilla cream.
The sunset throws an orange
purple light over it all.
The fish jump splash finishes the scene.
The veil’s been drawn down.
Serenity surrounds.

It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first.
A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard.
Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window like a cat trying to get in.
Heavy wet snow can be heard plastering itself onto everything.
Lights flickering as if planning on going out.
Snow in the street lights, heavyweight thumping down trees.
Tree limbs crash down on wires, popping sounds and sparks as transformers are taken out.
Cities go dark as power is lost, houses grow cold as the furnaces die down.
Sleep finally wins out till mornings light awakes.
The storm does not abate.
Everything covered in white, an eerie and wonderful state.
Trees coated in snow, winds whipping the limbs around mimicking the haunting of ghosts.
Snow drifts piling high as others places scoured clear and clean.
The snow hammers down and will for hours more.
Smoke in the chimneys, stoking the wood stoves and fireplaces as homes warm back up relying on the old ways to stay warm.
As the storm slowly dies down the soldiers of winter shovels in hand begin to roust about, bringing some semblance of order back to the homestead again.
Kids in the yards warring with white ammunition as school was called off. Snow angels with Frosty dancing around the yard. Sleighing and yelling can be heard out in the fields.
Mom back at home prepares hot chocolate with marshmallow delights for all the frosty nose participants from this winters stormy night.

Where do we live?
Is this place even real?
How real is real?
We open our eyes and find ourselves here.
But, where is here?
We accept what we see, what else can we do?
We move through life doing what we do.
It all seems normal like it all should be.
What is normal, is it all that we know?
Some say we live in a hologram, a virtual world.
If so, is that really real? Are we just a program artificially smart?
If that is true, what can we actually do?
If virtual here could we be virtual anywhere else?
Moving from program to program by someone, somewhere else.
“Gods” in Valhalla in a unusual twist, may actually exist!
We could all be immortal in a different sort of way, but living in a dream,
created by who knows who, or where?

What is truth?
We live our lives being told what is true.
Truths in science fall by the wayside when
new “truths” are discovered. But, how true are they?
Religions will tell you their truths.
Problem is, few agree. So how true can they be?
People will tell what is true but can they be trusted?
Society will tell its truths, but should you agree?
We are born into a world full of “truths”.
Truths laid down by others, many long dead.
Should we simply acquiesce, simply say yes to whatever we’re told?
The answer is no. Open your mind to all the possibilities.
Do not let others rubber stamp your beliefs.
Many snake oil salesmen will try to out fox.
Ask questions, think hard, don’t simply agree.
Think outside the box.

Took a walk with my dog Rosie the other day.
Walked by the orchard on the hill that we go by on our stroll, stopped to look back as I always do. It’s a very pleasant sight regardless of the season. The trees lined up in rows with the sky as a backdrop.
Today as I stared a warm breeze licked my face and that’s when it happened. That combination of events, for the briefest of moments I was taken back in time and remembered how it felt to be 5 years old again. Remembered how it felt before the scars of life were etched on my soul. Remembered the sound of the birds on that warm summers day in my backyard so many years ago. The innocence of thought…. then it was gone. It lasted but the briefest of a moments, barely at all. It was breathtaking. Little by little life takes the innocence away, little by little life piles on until the innocence is gone. It happens slowly but it adds up over time. It’s time that takes the innocence away.
Ultimately, it’s time that will take it all away.

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum”
“I think therefor I am”.
Consciousness of being is true regardless our reality, be it
corporeal, digital or mechanical.
We may live in a computer simulation, or made out of steel, but “Cogito ergo sum”
What is real?
Does it even matter?
“I think therefor I am”.
We, therefore, create our own realities, regardless of our state of being!
Intelligence regardless!

What is God?
What is a god?
It’s all relative.
It’s all semantics really.
To those who wandered this globe fifty thousand years ago we’d be gods.
Would those who live fifty thousand years from now be looked on as “Gods” by us?
How far into the future, into the past or out into space would we need to peer to find the God?
In fifty thousand years could we produce virtual constructs with artificially intelligent beings? If so, would we be their gods?
Could these beings we produced evolve to create their own virtually intelligent beings?
If so, how far down the rabbit hole could it possibly go? How many layers of gods could their possibly be?
Perhaps more than can be possibly known!

We Live in a terrarium..
With our lives we scurry around like little ants.
We run to the store.
We run to the Dentist.
We run to pick up the children.
We run to our jobs.
Every day pretty much like the rest.
Some hold out their chest as if they’re
important.
Others think they rule the world, but it’s just a tiny terrarium.

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 different 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!

What are we?
Why are we?
How do we?
It’s an infinite place and we so very small. We seem so very much apart. Do we even belong? How could we ever learn it all?
We look out, we look up, we look down and we look under. We feel so
very much cut away from it all. Why were we born? Seems to make no sense.
Trillions of points shining as far as the eye can see and far beyond. Information, so much information, more than we could possibly understand. Are we alone? Are we part of a larger family? Are we individuals or a cog in a larger family tree?
Step by step we try to build, we try to understand. So much to know and so little time.
Cannot do it alone, one mind simply not capable of knowing it all.
A collective mind are we. Building machines to store it all help us make sense. The further we go the more we need to know, the more we need to rearrange and organize. Piece by piece the puzzle is built.
Knowledge on top of knowledge is how the model shifts. Generation after generation the collective mind is built. We are not just cogs in the machine, but very much more. The piece of the puzzle we lay becomes part of a larger we. Those who were, are and to be are all very much a part of a larger whole. We are all in fact one with the Universe. Not alone, not apart, but woven into the fabric of space and time, part of a much larger we!

Earth is becoming something different, something more.
For millions of years proto-humans strode its bounties until
**** sapiens arrived. Once here, humans took millennia
incrementally building improving its lot in life. Step by step,
developing new ways of improving, one change building upon another.
Cooking food, better nutrition, better weapons for hunting and protection.
Hunter-gatherers working as teams for better outcomes,
feeding and enabling larger populations. Development of farming, enabling villages to take root.
More improvement, villages become towns then cities, city states to countries.
Communication develops, improves, writing, printing books for the masses, new ideas, morse code, telephones. The planet communicates.
Medicines, industrial revolution, humankind spans the globe.
Technology improving, quality of life improving, living longer.
Science, ever probing every aspect
pushing the boundaries of capabilities. Traveling further and faster, trains, automobiles, planes
Spacecraft. Computers, internet, global neural net, global mind, artificial intelligence, human cyborgs. The pace of change ever quickens.
Humankind, on the cusp of change
so explosive the consequences of which are unfathomable.

It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions.
Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the whole story, or was most of it hidden from our perceptions? Increasingly questions were being asked. Are we alone? Do we live in a computer simulation, a Matrix? Is there a Multiverse? Parallel dimensions? Quantum mechanics suggested the underlying substructure of reality was just probabilities.
What does that even mean? Are we even bright enough to ask the right questions?String theory, M theory, the theory of everything! What! The Singularity is near, post humanism, immortality. Will people learn to live together or tear each other apart? Are we on the cusp of a golden age or a nightmare? Utopia or dystopia?
Will we ever know the truth?
Yet to be determined

and will on many more.
Each have proven unique, with many lessons to learn.
I’ve traveled far but have farther still to go.
The road is long and tiresome, with many falling and failing to finish the task.
Failing in any world is not what kicks you off the path, it’s failing to learn the lesson taught that kicks you off the path. Falling off the path lands one in oblivion with nowhere else to go.
The road to everlasting tranquility is a long and tortuous path, not
meant to be easily attained. One world is not enough for every lasting tranquility. Many must be successfully transversed with their lessons learned to attain everlasting peace and tranquility.

The ones who come to the end of the path are the ones who’ve attained ultimate wisdom and enter into everlasting peace.

We delude ourselves, always have, still do.
Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature!
We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago.
Started by those who knew next to nothing of
where they lived. Their place in a universe they did not know.
Our universe unimaginably large may be just one bubble in a multiverse of infinite time and size. Always was always will be some say.
There are those where we live who’ll claim they know god’s mind, have faith they’ll say.
Specks on a speck that know it all.
They’d say, following ancient rituals is where the truth lies. As if the ancients knew.
There are those amongst us who claim to know the way and tell us what to do. Tell us to bow down, and how to behave. Power and control is all they have, a few controlling the many with all the privileges that entails.
Most that we know from a speck of dust we have learned, but there’s so much more,
Infinitely more, infinitely more to know!

Einstein called it spacetime, opposite sides of the same coin. The Universe is expanding. In fact, science says the expansion is speeding up. But what is it expanding into?
Time gives us a clue. What is time expanding into?
Yesterday is tangible our memories intact. Tomorrow just a concept yet to be fact. The arrow of time creates history as it blithely moves along, but it moves into nothing, nothing at all.
Einstein proved spacetime is a fabric with ripples and more.
Space then as time is expanding into nothing, nothing at all.

What kind of God would treat us this way?
In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found.
In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play.
The ancients believed the gods in Olympus or Valhalla were making humans behave either way. Moving us around as marionettes on their stage, using us as their entertainment or fight as their slaves. We were just pawns with no say in their game.
The never ending battle of good vs. Evil.
The gods on Olympus and Valhalla are no longer there, no gods to push us around, yet we still behave as if they are there.
What is it the motivation then that has us act out? Who sets the rules for the games that we play? Is it simply genetics that make us behave as we do? Some are born evil and some are born good, just as some are born blond while others brunette.
Are we powerless to act in any other way, our programming prearranged for our part in the play?
What kind of God would have us behave in such ways? Genetics it seems is the programmed force here at play. Survival of the Species is the name of the play.
Only in conflict does the the species survive and progress. Humanity moves inexorably forward on the back of genetic duress, because, what kind God would treat us this way?

Are we ready for what’s to come?
Will we know how to behave?
Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.
Gia now has a neural net the brain is coming alive.
Things are changing at such a clip not like anything seen before. Things will never be the same.
Computers that once filled rooms are now held in the palm of our hands. Not too many years from now they’ll be cursing through our veins.
Nanotechnology, biotechnology, computer technology exploding at such a pace, soon enough, the internet will be connected to our face.
We’ll all be part of the global brain, have instant access to all the knowledge mankind has thus far obtained. Soon, artificial intelligence will join us where we live, things will never be the same. Machines will build machines smarter all the time. Where we go after all this may drive us insane.
Some say we’ll build virtual worlds every bit as real, and designed them to meet our every need, absolutely ideal. No one knows for sure which way all this will go.
I suggest you batten down the hatches though, it’s going to be quite the show.

What the human mind can conjure.There is a Creator, in my mind there is no doubt. To some degree I can know a mans mind, but the Creators mind is beyond mine to know. There are charlatans amongst us who’ll tell us they know.The Creator told them so. Religions will show you the way, so they will say. Hundreds of religions will tell you they are the one. How can that be? They all can’t agree? Odds are none of them know. Religion like Government is a human construct to offer control. The few telling the many what to do, how to behave and believe. Power tripping is all they truly have. There may be an afterlife, but there’s no guarantee. We could have been made to live, expire, then no more. I do not know either way. So, what do we do while we are here? We get up off our knees and show our existence had some value, some worth. Work to make our world a better place to live. Open our minds to a better way to be. Humanity and Gaia for now is all we truly have, make this existence as good as can be. Pray to the Creator if you wish, I do In bed every night. I don’t need a religion to do so. What will you say on the day you expire. Can you look in a mirror, will you really even care? Will your life even matter?

Humankind has been grasping for knowledge from
the beginning, fear of the unknown was always forbidding.
Why does the wind blow?
Why does the sky crack open with light, sound and fury?
Why do the oceans roil with such anger?

How does the unknowing mind handle such things?
Gods is what we said. It’s gods that make all the unknown knowable.
This work for us, it help it makes sense.

As time went on we learned things, we learned why the wind blows,
why the sky cracks open with light, sound and fury,
and why the ocean roils with such anger.

As our knowledge grew the gods began to melt away, so now for many at least there is just one.
We have gathered up great knowledge over time and have eliminated many gods along the way.
One big question we’ve not yet answered is, were do we go when we die?

A great unknown to be sure. God is the answer for some.
It helps them make sense.
God is the one!

Sciences has opened our eyes on many fronts.
We have learned much, but there is infinite knowledge to go.
The Universe is larger than humans can possibly know.
Our Universe as large as it is, is dwarfed in the Multiverse.
So much information the Multiverse has to show.
Our Universe just one of an infinite amount.
As humans struggle in their mote of existence,
it’s important they keep this in mind.
We get caught up in our little existence thinking this is all there is.
We are just specks of dust in the play of reality.
With all this in mind, humility of our existence should help us grow, and move toward a better way.
The path we’d take will differ from the one were taking today.
Hopefully, humility can show us the way.

What did it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be human?
What will it mean to be human?
Humanity has fought and clawed its way to the current.
Wars and superstitions filled our hearts and minds.
King of the mountain was the game we played, knocking down all
who got in the way. Climbing the ladder, success at any costs.
Stepping on and over people was the rule of the day.
Many of these games we still played today. Yet things are evolving.
The masses today have power and influence like never before.
The global community is connected. We communicate instantly around the world. Topography and distances that kept us apart, that had us socially evolve in many different ways, now melting away. Inequalities still exists, that is for sure. Those in power want to hold on and keep it that way; but through technology humanity writ large will begin to hold sway. As the future becomes the now, humanity increasingly will socially and globally interact, our differences will slowly give way. The commonality of humanity will begin to win the day. Humans are equal and should be treated that way.

We are all surfing the wave of time.
In times immediate wake is the frothiness of near history.
Smooths out as the wave moves on.
The wave churns and gurgles as the past is being created.
We the flotsam and jetsam along for the ride.
The wave creates the lives we have lead.
Potential is all that’s in the waves headlights.
Nothing at all the wave moves into.
We all live on the edge of reality and time.

Watch the people.
They are changing right in front of our eyes.
Slowly, incrementally, they’re evolving, becoming something
else, something more, something different.
A new paradigm is emerging.
Not very many years ago people walked down the street looking straight ahead.
Today, they bow at the neck to the new god they made, worship, and are connected with.
Technology, information is now what they focus on and desire.
Soon, it will be connected to them, embedded into their heads.
Soon, they will access the sum of all human knowledge with
just a thought.
Soon, they will communicate without speaking.
The global human neural net is evolving.
Soon, thereafter, it will merge with artifice intelligence.
Techno Sapiens will then emerge.
Where it goes from there, is anybody’s guess!

We are born when we are born.
We look around and see what we see.
We then get on with it.
We deal with what we have.
This was true for those born one thousand years ago.
It is true today.
It will be true for those born one thousand years from now.
The time we’re born into is unique, we behave as those in our
time behave, we relate to what our time offers.
We’d behave differently in different times.
We are trapped in and are prisoners of our time.

A speck of blue in the limitless black.
The infinite of existence.
All we know so finite.
Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of
the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding.
The fish has not concept of what’s down the hall,
in the next room, what’s upstairs, what’s down the street,
what’s in the next town, next country or on the moon.
Like the fish, we see our world and what our telescopes allow.
Like the fish we know nothing about what’s beyond our vision.
What in fact do we know at all?

How does a bird know how to build a nest? Does it learn from its parents?
Does it watch other birds? No to either.
Instinct is what is said.
How do baby Sea Turtles know to head for the ocean after hatching? Were they taught? No once more. Instinct once again.
How does a baby kangaroo 2 cm long at birth and blind know how to crawl to its mothers pouch?
Instinct, instinct, instinct!
What is instinct? How can they know if they’ve never been taught?
Instinct is simply another word for programming.
Their DNA is like the software that tells computers and robots what tasks to do. Their DNA is coded for those actions.
The actions they preform is nothing more complicated than that!

The universe above my head massive in size with spinning galaxy’s and exploding stars.
I sit in my little home warm being content.
None of that really bothers me.
I got up to adjust my blinds and see the birds in the bird-feeder.
Beautiful day the sun shining bright.
The sun a raging furnace above my head.
I’m just far enough away that I’m not bothered.
The sun issues cosmic storms sending massive amounts of radiation aim right at my head.
I take a walk in the woods enjoying the day not worried about such things. I know mother Gaia has a force field that pushes that away.
Our little home barely a mote in space, lost in the vastness of the universe made perfect some how.

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone?
The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know.
Enough time to populate our galaxy they say!
But is this really so?
The elements in our bodies were created in the stars,
blasted into space when they died and exploded.
How long did that take?
The elements then regrouped to form second generation stars to repeat the process.
How long would that take?
Finally enough of what makes our bodies was created.
Planets then formed filled with the materials to create life.
How long does that take?
How many generations of stars to make?
Our sun will die at 10 billion years of age.
It’s now 5 billon years old.
How many generations of stars were needed for us?
We just might be the first.
We just might be the ancients!

We see good and evil in our world.
To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in the heavens, demons in the ground, battling for our very souls, which take us to the next round.
Wars, down through the ages have raged between men, each side believing right be with them, while their enemy’s were the ones with evil intent. This battle rages even today, pitting men against men with both good and evil on display. No one to help us, nowhere to hide.
The time grows short with the weapons we have to come up with answers once and for all. Good and evil do not exist in the sky, do not exist in the ground but in our hearts and minds is where they will be found. Which one is stronger, which will prevail?
We must solve this dilemma as soon as we can, or we will soon fade away down to the last human.

We enter the scene but do not hang around, shortly back into the ether we bound.
We are just flesh and bone, in the end just ashes and soot is all that is found.
It’s what we leave behind that may make a difference, that may make a sound.
It is ideas that remain after we are gone, it is ideas that can make the world go around. It’s what we think that matters, that may be profound.
The measure of us is not we existed, but what thoughts and
ideas did we bring and expound. What ideas did we sow and which ones took root? These are the ones that get passed around.
Riches acquired mean nothing in the end, it’s what’s in our minds that ultimately transcends.

I was born here.
You were born there.
I was raised here.
You where raised there.
I was educated here.
You were educated there.
I have my beliefs.
You have your beliefs.
We do not agree.
We may go to war.
If I were born there.
If you were born here.
Things would be the same.
We are twice programmed,
genetically at conception and socially by the culture
we are born into.

We are so different, but we’re so much alike.
We all look different, but we all look the same.
We all think alike, but we believe differently.
Evil lives on earth but the divine is in play.
We all love our children, but we **** our enemies.
We all live on a speck, but we are so far apart.
We love each other, but we hate each other.
We believe in the apocalypse, but we believe in the future.
Many are happy, but many are sad.
Many have died, but many still live.
The living shape the future, but the dead leave a mark.
Most were never born!
Humanity is a writhing organism inexorably moving forward.
To what end?
Nobody knows, but we are more than the sum of our parts!
We are all one whole!

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful
place never existed.
The Universe is a cold forbidding inhospitable place, a place filled
with frozen gases, ***** of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,
dead planets, frozen asteroids and meteoroids.
Huge deadly volumes of space with no discernible purpose.

There is a place, at least one place where things came together.
Eons of star formation and destruction seeding the cosmos with
the periodic table that, along with gravity cobbled together one speck
of blue. A place that was warm, had water, breathable atmosphere and a magnetic force field keeping deadly radiation at bay.

Somehow in the deadly darkness of the void, paradise was forged,
a blue pearl, a Garden of Eden, a place to call home.