Wandering.
Time
immemorial.
Realm to
realm.
Story to
story.
Life to
life.
Flows
the soul.
Never ending
journey.
Quest.
Quest for
knowledge.
Understanding.
Wisdom.
Each
scene
unique.
Ladened
­with potential.
Possibilities.
Discoveries
new.
Ever flowing,
infinite
realms.
Worlds
to know.
Explore.
Lessons
to learn.
Library
building
evolving.
Knowledge
gleaned,
stored.
One
­to the
next.
Hopping
explore.
Such is
sentience.
Always
more!

Dark passage.
From there
to here
to there.
Spitfire
journey.
Tumultuous
ride.
Deep
in the
shadows
undulation.
Ebbs and
flows
while
eddies spin.
Rocks and
bumps.
White
water rapids
splashing.
Holding tight.
Head
above water
thrashing.
Navigating
the vagaries.
Life’s
journey,
paddle
in hand.
Short
timer
battling.
Battling
the flow.
Life force
river
holds tight,
carries
away.
Waterfall’s
roar
ahead
deep plunge
awaits
to who
knows where?
Anyone’s
guess.

Long ago.
Riding
in the
car,
back seat.
Mom and
Dad
up front.
Long gone
now.
Christmas
season
about.
Cold dark
night.
Heading
home
from a
family
visit.
Christmas
1959.
Age of
seven.
Light
on the
Boston
Hancock
building
flashing
red.
Snow
signaled.
Thrilled­
at the
sight.
Cold crisp
night.
Perhaps
a white
Christmas
awaits.
Homes
covered
in lights
along the
way.
Joy residing
within.
Home,
arrived.
Hot cocoa
marshmallow
topped.
Living room
dim.
Christmas
tree glow.
Fond
memories,
of simpler
times.
When
all seemed
well.
Oh, so
many
years ago.

The blur.
From here.
Where to?
What path?
Which
direction?
What
future
brings?
Unknown.
Many
possibil­ities.
Inflection
point.
Near.
Exponential.
Ahead,
unlike
what came
before.
Wildly so.
Potentials
widen.
Unexpected
turns
moving
forward.
Possibilit­ies
explode.
New
dimensions,
realties.
Enter the
realm,
fray.
Unanticipated
turn of
events.
Broadened
eventualities.
A.I
acceleration.
It has
begun!
Full speed
ahead.
The blur
awaits!

Afraid.
Humanity’s
afraid.
Afraid
of itself.
Afraid
of what
it’s capable
of.
Globally.
Trillions
spent
each year
on military
expenditures.
Weapons.
Armies.
Death and
destruction.
Humanity
protecting
itself from
itself.
Insane.
Trillions
that could
be spent
feeding
the hungry.
Housing
the homeless.
Spent
advancing
the human
condition.
Not in
destruction.
Not in
death.
Millions
over the
eons killed
defending
hilltops.
Whole
generations
wiped out.
Insanity.
On the
precipice.
Fork
in the
road.
Time to
grow up.

Vessel
full.
Full of
information,
ideas.
Narratives.
Beliefs.
Biological
receptacle­
custom
made.
Holding,
storing
information.
Reason
to be.
Incubation,
birthing
origin
of
ideas,
concepts.
Inventions.
C­onduit.
Conduit
between
worlds.
Creation’s
ethereal
realm
of data,
vibrations.
Life
of its
own.
Flowing
through.
Passing forth.
Absorbing.
Vessel
to vessel
information
flows.
Evolving.
Never ending.
Transfer,
evolution.
Development.
Vessels
function
till needed
no more!
Technological,
digital life
ascending.
Arrives.
Biologicals
limited,
obsolete.
Purpose
s­erved,
fading back.
Back
to the
deep
sands of
time.

Subtly.
Coursing
through
clouds.
Worming
through
minds
implanted
­in souls.
Back
channeling
messages,
codes.
Terrain
altering,
devious­
subtle
messaging.
Global.
Amassed
in the
cloud.
Eyes
glazing
over
worldwide.
Unknown
provocateurs.
Cha­nging
the game.
Those
who’d
rule the
world.
Down
through
the eons
have lived.
Still here
now,
today.
Twisting
turning
gathering
force.
Floating
above­.
Holding
the high
ground.
Home in
the clouds.

Outside
the box.
Inside
the box.
Looking
out.
Looking
over.
Difficult.
Custom
made.
Box
resid­ent.
Designed
to navigate.
Navigate
within.
All
sensors
geared
as such,
within.
Outside
a blur.
Beyond
scope,
ability.
Unclear.
Uncertain.
Imagine,
specula­tion.
Poetry.
Art.
Creativity,
design,
all within.
Magnified
imagination.
Narrow
in scope.
Understanding.
Wandering
passages,
innermost
reaches
of the
soul.
Delving
deep.
Deep
inside
the box.
Searching!

Shadows
of once
was.
Shadows
of what’s
yet to
be.
Shadows
of what
may
never be.
Shadows,
ghosts really.
Undulating
aether.
Quantum
probability.
Spirits.
Pulsatin­g
rippling
energy.
Creation
bound.
Bound
tight.
Spirts.
Apparitio­ns
of realty.
Deeper
meaning
*******,
generation.
Writhing
potentia­l
bubbling
up, then
fade back
from whence
it came.
Changing
incarnations
of possibility.
Unknown.
Reality thus
perceived
offers no
clue.
No clue
to those
who can’t
see beyond
the veil.