Reflection
of the
unknowable.
Grappling.
Grappling
with the
unseen.
Limited.
Contemplating
with finite
capabilities.
Finite
resources.
How
to make
sense?
Schools
of thought.
Competing
schools of
thought.
Limited
in scope.
The finite
contemplating
the infinite.
Doomed to
failure.
Parallel
paths of
inquiry,
can only
go so far.
Pressing
forward.
Forward on
faith.
Faith of
ultimate
knowledge.
Ultimate
understanding.
Faith
within
limit­ed capacity.
Reflections
of infinity.
Finite,
bound up
in faith.

Nothing.
Nowhere
to be
found.
Void of life
everywhere.
Empty
smoothness.
Universe void,
sterile,
motionless,
dead.
Where
are they,
the civilizations?
Few and
far between?
Too far
to see?
Temporal
disconnect?
Once was
or
yet to be?
Vanished,
blinked out.
Once
here, now
there.
Traveled
within.
Virtual worlds,
paradise
designed.
Unlimited
size and scope.
Infinite design.
No needs
no pain.
Virtual perfection.
Infinite possibilities.
Infinite worlds
to explore,
inhabit.
Imagine it
you’re there.
That’s where
they are.
No need to
be here.

Pulsating
futures.
Directionless
futures.
Meaningful
futures,
all together.
All at once.
Everywhere,
everything,
every time,
all together.
All at once.
No future,
every future
together.
All at once.
Every turn
everywhere,
every past.
All at once.
Leads to
nothing,
leads to
everything.
All at once.
Infinite
it be,
every place,
everything,
every time.
All at
once.

Deep within.
Welling.
Welling up
from deep
within.
Conduit of
expression.
Vessel.
Soul of
creation.
From the
beginning.
Countless
souls reaching.
Reaching
out, expressing.
Screaming.
Screaming out
to be heard,
to be known,
to be remembered.
Primordial.
Expanding
from the
deep,
from a
different place.
From a source.
Flowing from
a source.
Conduit of
creation.
Tool of creation,
expressing.
Expressing
creations
deepest elements.
Deepest desires.
Deepest thoughts.
Resonating through
time and space.
Endlessly.
Expression,
soul of
creation.

The
thinness of
things, of
reality.
Wafer thin.
Perceived
reality.
Depth lacking.
Not
textured.
Awareness
not textured,
not deep.
Not
nearly enough.
Understanding
shallow, limited.
A vapor
in the black.
Little to
work with,
much to
understand.
Primitive nature
governing,
holding
in place,
controlling events.
Unfinished business,
invisible
answers.
Beyond reach.
Easily deluded.
Paper thin the
contest.
Misinformed the
results.

Ghost like.
Ghost like
passing
through.
Reality
within.
Within
the fog
perceived.
Haze of
reality.
Encompasses
all.
All possibilities.
All realities.
Transmitting
all.
Waves of
potential,
probability.
Quantum fog.
Reality unique.
Reality infinite,
mind centric.
Like minds
perceive
like realities.
Teases out
what it
senses.
Forming.
The mind,
creating
reality.
All in the fog.
Mind, senses,
perceive
limitations.
Mind organization
defines
reality.
Different
organization,
different realities.
Different realities
all at once.
All exist
in the
fog
at once.

Underlying
fields.
Fields of
energy.
Fields of
consciousness.
Quantum
fields of
intelligence
permeates
spacetime.
Permeates,
parallels
all parallel
fields of
existence.
Always was,
always will be.
All that appear
mere ghostly
potential,
manifestations
of
possibilities.
All at once
everywhere
every time.
All at once.
Material
appearance
bubbles up,
exists for
a time.
Reabsorbed.
Echoes of
intelligence
consciousness.
Fields of
understanding,
infinite
fields of
consciousness.
Quantum
field potential
everywhere,
every time.
Manifestations
of potential,
momentarily
appearing then
vanishing back.
Reabsorbed.
Back to the
fields of
quantum
consciousness.
Personal illusion,
consciousness  
does not die
simply
reabsorbed.
Death,
merely an
illusion
of quantum
field dynamics.

Time,
a dwindling
commodity.
Precious.
Most precious
of all.
Taken for
granted.
Daily,
increasing in
value.
Increasing in
scarcity.
Slipping through
the grasp.
Cannot
be held.
Cannot
be saved.
Cannot
be controlled.
Relentless
in its
pursuit.
Reaching
for more,
futile.
Looking
back,
squandered,
disrespected.
If only.
Cannot
get it back.
Bane
of the
aged.
Lost.
Daily dissipation.
Pushing
against
inevitably.
Pushing
against
a lost cause.
Time,
a dwindling
commodity,
most
valuable
of all.

Medium.
Lump
of clay.
Block
of marble.
Scalpel,
chisel,
hammer,
evolution.
Tools
of the
trade.
Vision of
purpose.
Goal.
Something
from nothing,
or so it
would seem.
Final results,
work
in progress.
Evolving,
alway evolving.
Cosmic
sculptor,
creator
of all.
Vision
of purpose
morphing,
grand
in scale.
Working in
mysterious
ways.
Created
masterpiece
beyond
understanding.
Inf­inite in
nature.
Infinite
is scale.
Infinite
masterpiece
beyond
all reach.
Beyond
comprehension.
Beyond
the
medium.
Along
for the
ride.

Freedom,
what is it?
How free?
Original thought,
does it exist?
Is it rare?
My mind,
filled
with what was
poured in.
I could
believe
many things,
based on what
was poured in.
Where I was
born determines
what I
believe.
Local dogma
clouds my reality,
determines
what I
believe,
how I think.
I could be
many people,
believe many
things based
on what was
poured in.
Once the
cake’s baked,
fully formed,
how free
can it
possibly be?

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.

Writhing.
Writhing
mass of
existence.
Experiment.
Global
experiment.
Mixing, stirring
evolving
experiment.
Infinite data
points,
mixing.
Infinite results
undetermined.
Oblivious.
Components
oblivious,
spinning
e­volving.
Outcomes.
Possible
outcomes.
Infinite possible
outcomes.
Infinite
experiments
mixing, churning.
Humanity,
oblivious
cogs
in the
machine.

Valley
of the
dark.
From
one rim
to the
next.
Sojourn.
Navigation
from one
side
to the
next.
Fraught
with peril.
Valley
deep,
dark.
Serpents
full.
Journey
fraught
with peril.
No choice.
From one
rim
to the
next.
Mountains
to climb.
Raging
rivers
to cross.
Wild beasts
in profusion.
Once here
no choice.
Lessons
to learn.
Meaning.
Point.
Conquest!
Shield
on arm,
sword
in hand.
Journey
to make.
Success,
to be
determined.

Picture yourself
among the
stars.
You are
moving
very fast.
Where are
you going?
Billions
of stars
moving
by you
instantly.
Ever wonder
what is out
there?
You
pass no
more stars.
What
is it you
see?
Galaxy!
Picture yourself
among the
galaxies.
You are
moving
very fast.
Where are
you going?
Billions
of galaxies
moving
by you
instantly.
Ever wonder
what is out
there?
You
pass no
more galaxies.
What
is it you
see?
Universe!
Turn around
and behold.
Not stars.
Not galaxies.
Universes.
Limitless
ocean of
universes.
Picture yourself
among the
universes.
Infinity.
Ever wonder
what is
out there?
More than
can be possibly
imagined!

The
machine,
billions of
years in the
making.
Our very
being
to the
molecular level
fabricated,
wired,
controlled.
Controlled by
the machine,
the system.
Fabricated,
simply
fabrications
are we
by the
system.
Like machines
mired
by the
hardware
influenced
by the
software.
Products
of the
environment.
All we know
programmed.
How we’re wired
predetermined.
Everything
scripted by
the system.
The machine’s
system.
Freedom
an illusion.
All just
components.
Widgets within,
simply
functioning
as designed.