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.

Power.
Weakness.
Seductive
force.
Seductive
control.
Overwhelming
lust.
Lust for
control
lust for
power.
Power
at all
costs.
The ends
justify the
means.
Blinding.
Preys
on weak
minds.
Weak
souls.
Easily
controlled.
Easily seduced.
Dark minions
formed,
easily lead.
Power lust
finds a
home.
A home
in the
weak.
Dark energy,
invading
power.
Planet Devourer.
Unbridled
uncaring
lust for
power.
Controlling
worlds.
Waiting,
watching
the battle
is nigh!

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.

Coursing.
Coursing
through
existence.
Eyes open,
journey
begins.
Starting point
determined.
Accident of
birth.
Genetics
laid out.
Accident
of birth.
Path?
To be
determined.
Who we
become
will be
the result.
The result
of decisions.
Decisions
made.
Undulating
progress.
Coursing
through
­time.
Winding
river the
odyssey
be.
Sculpting
the journey
determines
the path.
President
or
homeless.
There’s
a path for
each.
Everything
in between.
Decisions
made
determines
outcome.
Masters
of destiny.
Personal
destiny.
Choose
wisely.
The futures
at stake.

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.

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

Grid.
Systems
in place.
Circling
the globe.
Overhead.
Underneath.
All around.
Grip
tightens.
Mind
grabbing,
strangling
the soul.
Free will
denied.
Canceled.
The grid
reaches.
Reaches
into the
mind.
Asimov’s
Mule.
Altering
attitudes
kneading
perspectives­.
Grid
flowing into
the mind.
The soul.
Freedom
of uniqueness
crushed.
Single pane
of glass
information
flows.
Soon,
to be
installed
direct.
End of
the past.
Designer
of the
future.
Brave
new world?
Indeed!

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.

Thoughts
swimming
in my
mind.
Swimming
side to side.
Swimming
up and
down.
Swirling
all around.
Popping
in and out
of existence.
Coming
and going.
Thoughts pop
out of
nowhere
out of the
ether.
Then,
returning back
whence
they came.
Thoughts
to ideas.
Ideas to
creations.
Everything man
makes came
from a thought,
came from
ideas,
came from
from the ether,
came from
nothing.
Look around.
Everything
comes from
nothing.
Everything
is
nothing!

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.

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

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.

One
with
existence.
Contemplation.
Above
and slightly
skewed
of the
material.
Body,
ocean
material.
Contemplation.
Different.
Non­ atomic.
No structure.
Ethereal
Can’t be
touched.
Can’t be
seen.
Invisible
to the
cosmos.
Yet,
contemplation
is one.
One
with all
matter.
Ocean
body,
plant,
universe.
All
included.
All
Contem­plate.
All
integral,
essential.
Without
all, there’d
be nothing!
Nothing
at all.
Nothing to
contemplate.