It’s all
magic.
All
we know.
All we
think we
know,
all magic.
All knowledge,
magic.
Wand
raised,
spun
and it
began.
All that
happens
magic.
Scurry around
we do.
Oblivious!
Oblivious of
the spell.
The spell
of creation.
The Sorcerer,
plans
unknowable.
Alchemy of
creation.
Everything
spun up
from
nothingness!
Magic of
life!
Each,
magical creatures.
Awe.
The
awe of
being.
Alive!
The magic,
a gift,
a curse.
Everything.

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!

Broken pieces.
Slog.
Life
can be
a slog.
A brutal
slog.
Riddled
with
minefields.
Dog eat
dog.
Left
bloodied
and beaten.
Not for
the faint
of heart.
Gladiators.
Warriors
on the
battlefield.
The
battlefield
called
life.
Many fail,
give up
the ghost.
Sometimes.
If you’re
lucky,
very lucky.
Near the
end of the
journey,
the clouds
will break.
The sun
will shine,
warm breezes
envelope.
All then
will be
right with
the world.

Where
are they?
All those
who never
were.
All those
never born.
Many reasons.
War.
Millions killed.
Millions more
never
born.
Whole lines
of family
future,
****.
Generation
after
generation,
****.
Never to be.
People you’d
be conversing
with right
now.
Having a coffee,
watching the game,
sharing a beer.
Never happened
never arrived.
Where are they?
People you’d
have differences
with.
Argue with.
Love,
share
time with.
Never born,
never arrived.
Their essence,
never
to be.
Where
are they?
Strange
existence
indeed!

Time, it
moves.
It
moves into
nothing.
Nothing
at all.
Tomorrow is
nothing.
Can’t
touch it,
smell it,
or see it.
Tomorrow’s
just a
concept,
not tangible.
Time,
once past
leaves
vapor,
ghosts
fading images,
feels,
smells of
what past.
Vapors
slowly
dissipating,
losing resonance.
Fading away.
Gone!
Now, an
infinitesimal
moving from
nothing to
nothing.
Leaving
vapor,
dissipating
vapor in
its wake.

Bubbling broth.
Raw.
Filled raw.
Emotional with
instinct.
Animal instinct.
Spiced with
attitude,
arrogance.
Writhing,
bubbling,
coalescing,
searchi­ng for
equilibrium.
Steaming with
self importance.
Thrashing through
time and
space.
Seeking advantage,
advantage
at all cost.
Humanity,
animal,
fighting like
animals.
Meanest
of them
all.
Big fish
tiny pond.
Yet,
somehow
moving.
Moving forward,
learning, building,
creating.
New ingredients
being added.
Always
new ingredients.
Nearly finished.
How will
it turn out,
taste?
Who’s
to say.
Time
will tell!

The
mind is a
conduit.
From there
to here
things move
along.
From the
ether things
are pulled,
formulated
and produced.
Our
reality is
filling up
being
produced
from
nothing!
No mind,
no conduit,
no reality,
no nothing!
Our reality
comes out of
nowhere.
The mind
grabs nothing
to create
everything!

We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design.
Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view.
Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible to us, ninety six percent is unseen and unknown.
Science calls the ninety six percent unseen, dark matter and dark energy. They call it dark because they have no clue what either is.
Like the tip of a sharks fin if viewed by the unknowing would give no hint of what's below. Our lives, rules and being are ruled by the tip we see. All that we think we know comes from the visible four percent! A deeper dive would
illuminate ultimate reality, and all that we are and know would change.
It's the blind leading the blind in the world of the visible, and, we can only see a fraction of the visible. What then, in fact, do we really know at all?
When the corporeal turns to dust, when the four percent ceases to exist the ninety six simply ruminates and corporeally manifest itself some time/place else.
This is all just postulation you see, unlike the word of others who'll tell you how things must certainly be.

Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically.
It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,
washing away the old world order. What's left in its stead will be radically different. Societies will be rearranged, realigned and in many instances totally washed out of existence. We will communicate wirelessly seemingly telepathically all connected thru the web. The global brain linking up with artificial intelligence when it arrives on the scene. Countries will melt away as those distinctions lose there meaning. Progress will then be so rapid as to be a blur. We'll explore outer space but inhabit virtual space blending the two in ways unexplainable. A Brave New World indeed.

All we
do,
coded.
Society,
civilization
all
predetermined.
How we
behave
all
coded.
Everything
we do,
everything
we think,
coded.
Within
the code
we live.
Outside the
code we
cannot go.
Predetermined
paths,
all by
code.
What we’ll
do,
where we
go
from here
all coded,
predetermined.
Existence
bubble we
live.
Coded for
the bubble
nothing more.

When I was a young man I chased them by the score.
They were fast, young and lean.
Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game.
Procreation, I was playing with biology's rules.
I cared very little about much more.
They were young soft and smooth yet firm all the same.
No wrinkles could be found on these young goddess.
My hormones run amok, logic and caring little found.
Notches in the belt was all that mattered.

As I grew older my demeanor changed, became seasoned with age. The shallowness of hormon drenched youth was replaced. The women slowed down and wrinkles could now be found. But I saw something different now, something I did not see before. The eyes, it was in the eyes that I knew. Like me getting old, mortality taking hold.
We are all on the same path leading to an end. The journey was the same, the fear and the pain all the same, in fact kindred spirits were we. The sexes no different in this respect. The beauty that can now be found in the eyes, the smile and the sound. The beauty inside is what my maturity found, I grew to appreciate a woman, for all the universe is in her heart.

We are
animals.
Civilization,
thousands of
years in the
making.
The animal,
millions of
years in
the making.
Animal instincts
etched into
each cell
of our being.
Survival,
procreation,
deeply
embedded
into our
souls.
We think
ourselves
apart from,
superior,
but we are
animals,
just like the rest.
Civilization
in constant
war with the
animal.
The rules of the
jungle
do not
square
with the
rules of
civilization.
Millions
of years
versus
thousands.
The instincts
of the animal
difficult to
mollify.
We think
ourselves
superior.
We are
animals.

Realms
within
realms.
Within realms.
Cascading,
flowing
realities.
Never ending.
Reality begets
reality.
Layered,
fractals.
Above,
below,
sided by
side.
Each a
cosmos
unto itself.
Infinite
multi realms.
Finite
understanding.
Infinite
ignorance.
Simple
stories,
attempting
to explain.
Stories
spinning
fables of
realities
never seen.
Beyond
capacity.
Capacity to
understand.
As constructed.
Parameciums
spinning
in circles.
Infinity
within
infinity.
Multiverses.
Beyond
comprehension.

We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something's of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change occurred at glacial speed. Generation after generation witnessing virtually no change.
Now, new generations are born into a world where technological change, in some cases is occurring in weeks. Information technology, biotechnology and nanotechnology morphing at near light speed.
Nearly everything current generations do centers around mobile technology. Their work, their play and their studies. This has never before been the case in the history of mankind. Instant knowledge at their fingertips. This will change them/us in ways that are yet to be determined, of this they're can be no denial!
The past and the future will forever be cleaved at this juncture of mans ascendence/desendence which ever path evolves.
Wake up everyone, the times, they are a changing.

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
differnt
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!

Beyond the
veil.
Covering
reality.
Shielding our
view.
Drawn in front
all around.
Everywhere,
controlled.
Seeing,
knowing only
what’s allowed.
Opened our eyes,
here we are.
Where is here?
What is here?
Is it all
there is?
Believe what
we see?
Is there more?
Is it
really that
simple?
What’s outside,
beyond our view?
Our reality
fixed, set
in place.
Immortal beings,
are we.
Old beyond time,
infinite matrixes
to explore.
Moving from
one, to another.
No connection
between.
Keeping immortality
fresh and new.

Full white
moon.
Star ceiling.
Fire roaring.
Flames soaring.
Sparks flying
high,
high into
the night.
Chanting
loudly.
Baleful voices
sounds
echoing off
the stones.
Drums beating.
Faces painted.
Wild dance,
arms raised.
Looking
on high.
Superstitions
born.
Religions
genesis!
Wild night,
sacrifice delivered.
Appeasements,
prayers made.
Moonlight,
shadows thrown,
seeing ghosts.
Ghosts dancing,
flying
in the glades.
The world,
a frightful
place
so very
long ago.

Humanity
is now in a
blender.
For
centuries
humanity
lived in pockets,
developing
different ways
of being.
Time passes
humanity
spreads
mixing the
pockets.
Friction, grinding,
war,
the pockets
grind against
one another.
Time passes
technology
advances.
Enter the
Internet.
Homogenization
accelerates at
the speed of
light.
Old ways
obliterated,
pockets
homogenized.
a new world
is
born.

Blue Marble.
Terrarium!
A terrarium
really.
That’s
all it
is.
Around
only void.
Birth place.
Consciousness,
conduit.
Great and
small,
all the
same.
From a
distance
all the
same.
Blue Marble.
Compendium
of human
knowledge,
accomplishment.
Library resonance.
Vibrations of
all.
Vibrations of
humanity.
All
recorded,
stored within.
Spinning
orb of
history.
Spinning
orb of
resonance.
Waiting.
Spinning.
Accumulating.
Storing.
Waiting
to be
downloaded.
Story
to be
told,
downloaded
and
absorbed!

One day we open our eyes and there it is.
The world opens up to us, all that we can see.
We move within our view, learning as we go.
But can we trust what we see? Is it real? What is "real" anyway? Does anyone really know? Quantum scientists tell us at the quantum level reality is probabilistic. What? The fundamental nature of reality cannot be determined? Does this mean reality has no substance and all we see is just an illusion? Are we constructs in a fuzzy reality that's just a sum of probabilities. Are we just ghosts in a universe of possibilities? What are the odds of that?

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.

Exteriors varied.
Different colors,
different
shapes,
different
sizes.
Each unique.
Each
a universe
unto itself.
What
emanates
from
within?
What can
be known
about the
core?
How does
the shell
move?
How does
the shell
communicate?
What makes
it tick?
A ghost.
There is a
ghost within.
A ghost in
the shell.
The ghost,
invisible.
Cannot be
seen, it
is there
but, cannot
be located.
The ghost
motivates,
brings the
shell to life.
Communicates,
interacts and
creates.
The ghost
makes things
happen.
The world
is full of
shells.
The world
is full
of ghosts.
When the core
ceases to
exist, the
invisible
remains
invisible.
Where it
goes?
Nobody knows.

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.

Will the Twenty First Century be the end for **** Sapiens?
Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out?
Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years ago in a week. Where does it go from here?
How does a mind that was designed to procreate and survive in the wilderness deal with the ever increasing complexity of the Twenty First Century?
Specialization enabled the dilution of the pressure amongst the inhabitants, but this is being saturated. Machines and computers were able to diffuse the onslaught for a time, but this too is running its course. In fact, these adaptations are now adding to the dilemma.
Psychological coping mechanisms being stretched to the breaking point.
Can humans meld with their technology enabling a quantum leap in coping capabilities, or will this simply drive people insane?
Will we simply off load everything to technology leaving us all free to focus on creativity ignoring the rest?
For us to survive and thrive I think plan B is the best.

of our civilization is genetically controlled.
Our two dominate instinctual drives, self preservation and procreation are reflected in our global structure. Our preoccupation with *** and violence, reflected in our songs, our books, our music, everything. Human genetic code is woven into the fabric of society and cultures like a fine tapestry. Nothing done by us has not been written in code reflected back to our eyes reinforcing the script laid out so long ago.
A script forged in the stars, massaged by the software of the universe. The maestro, wand held high conducting it all with ease and grace, leading to a crescendo of unknown time and duration. We all dance to the tune. In this we have little choice. Each step taken to a large extend scripted with some self expression allowed. So dance away and throw in as many unique moves as you can.

What does it mean to be human?
Are we just animals or evolving to become something more?
Are we victims to our basic instincts unable to push back and mature?
Do our passions control our minds or can our minds control our passions?
Is our intellect held ransom by our biology, millions of years in the making?
Can the passions of the animal be countered by our intellect and sentience?
Will society devolve back with our passions holding sway?
Can our intellect understand the animal, desire to move on, thus show us the way?
Was religion just a means of holding our passions in check holding the animal at bay?
Will our machines become sentient with no passions involved, with no hormones to befuddle?
Will they see us as flawed with no hope for redemption.
The battle rages on with no end in site.
The fate of humanity hangs in the balance.