Deep.
Deep
into the
bowels
of time.
Immersing.
Melding.
Sinking.
Submerging,
deeper
and
deeper.­
Futile
attempts
of immortality.
Crushed
by the
passage.
Layer
after
layer.
Sedimentary
time.
Deeper
and
deep­er.
Below,
frozen
time.
Above
fading light.
Digital
artifacts.
Digital
fossils.
Remnants
of reality,
long ago.
Never
to be
found.
Never
to be
seen again

God no God!
Battle rages.
Some say
yes.
Some say
no.
What’s
the point?
Who cares?
No one
has proof,
no proof
whatsoever.
No proof
either way.
“Faith”!
Faith
is a
weasel word.
What’s
said when
there’s no
answers,
no proof.
God, no
God.
Who cares!
Is God
really
about the
here and
now?
Or,
existence
for eternity.
Humanity,
more concerned
about living
forever
than
dealing with
current
reality,
the world
that’s
occupied
now?
Afterlife?
Who cares?
No one
knows for
sure.
Humanity
has much
work to do
now.
Much work
to make
now a
better place.
A better
place
for all.
Some believe.
Some do not.
No matter.
When it’s
all said
and done,
eternity
will take
care of
the issue,
sorting
things out
once and
for all.
Not giving
a hoot
what was
believed
or not
believed.

Between.
A time
in-between.
A place
between
darkness.
A spot
of light
where
existence
lay.
Surrounded
by oblivion.
A bubble
of reality,
embedded
in nothing.
Short lived
reality.
Here today
gone tomorrow.
Pool of
moisture
where
fauna dwell.
Trivial
mindless
dwellers,
in oblivion’s
midst.
Drops
of rain.
Manifestations
of probability
nothing
more!

Life,
like a
drop of
rain
sliding down
a pane of
glass.
The day
we are born,
our timeline
begins.
Slipstream of
of existence
rippling  like
rain on the
move.
Weaving
to and fro,
as our timeline
extends.
Decisions
we make the
engine
that moves.
Choices
we make
determines
the ride.
End point
uncertain.
No way to
know.
Back and forth
then back again.
the rain drop
does go.
Back and forth
as the
decisions
mount up.
Swerving one
way then another
based on what
we decide.
Choose wisely
my friend,
as it will
soon come to
close.

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.

Beyond the
seeable.
It awaits.
Around
the bend
it hides,
plotting.
Over the
horizon
the trend
disappears,
where
unknowable
resides.
Today,
not
guaranteeing
tomorrow,
not
resembling
the soon
to be.
Travels toward
whistling.
Uncertain
existence,
reality, hangs
in the
balance.
The farther
along the
the quicker
the pace.
The larger the
uncertainty.
The future
beckons.
Increasingly not
mirroring
the here
and now.
Just
around the
corner
and up
the road.
The unknown
contour of
destiny’s
reality,
waiting to
embrace.

Unknown.
Hidden.
Truth.
Hidden from
view,
from
consciousness.
Sleep walking
mist clouding.
Sleep walking
programmed.
Tunnel view.
Following
directions.
Oblivious.
Out off
sight,
touch,
reach.
limited.
Truth,
beyond reach.
Beyond
comprehension.
Imprisoned.
Programmed
limited,
dang­ling,
playing a role.
Part of the
game,
part of the
whole.
Vision
clouded.
Sleep walking.
Never to
know.

Uniqueness
obliterated.
Ancient
stories
bubbling up.
Bubbling up
from the
distant
past.
Generation
after generation
for millennia
stories pass.
Belief
systems
past forward.
The archaic
sliding
into the
future
through biology.
Biology
the conduit
of ancient
thought,
ancient
belief systems.
Beliefs born
out of
fear.
Born
out of
ignorance,
superstition.
Beliefs
drilled
generation
after
gene­ration.
Little changed.
Nuanced.
Textured.
Rough
hewn.
Unique,
location
to
locat­ion.
Change.
Change of
course.
Technology.
A change
of course.
Melding.
The melding
has begun.
Ideas, beliefs,
melding,
blending.
Global mixing.
Mixing
of thought.
Churning
through
the machine.
No fear.
No superstition.
Isolation
obliteration.
Isolation
mixing
blending
g­lobally.
Uniqueness
of thought
blended.
Something new
emerging,
being born.
Global think.
Techno think.
Utopia?
Dystopia?
Not sure.
Only time
will tell.