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.

Some say less is really more, or is it more is really less.
I believe both to be true.
The future screams towards us faster every day.
The pace and complexity of life quickens.
Technology more pervasive.
The human psyche bombarded like never before.
Global news 24/7, the internet always up-dating.
None stop information flowing through our brains.
We now make more decisions in a day than those one hundreds years
ago made in a week or a month.
Competition in life and at work like never before.
How much more can we take? How much faster can we absorb before we seize up and break?
Balance is what we need, time to unplug and refresh.
Step away from the onslaught whenever you can, or the psych wards
and on drugs is where you’ll be found.
Meditate as if your sanity depends on it.
It just may.

The Twenty First Century will be like no other.
For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward.
Generation after generation pretty much the same.
Then slowly at first things began to change.
The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump to the Industrial Revolution and now the Technological Revolution. The pace of progress has been speeding up, soon it will be moving at light speed. A compression point will then be reach when
this light speed of change causes a paradigm shift for humanity. Our differences will melt away as not relevant in the new reality. Power brokers will loose control of the buttons and levers they use to control. Humanity writ large will be calling the shots. Institutions of "influence" will be swept away. Greedy power merchants swept away,
never to be seen again. Poverty and illness, swept away. The roller coaster ride is upon us.
Buckle up, it's going to be one hell off a ride.

Took a walk with my dog Rosie the other day.
Walked by the orchard on the hill that we go by on our stroll, stopped to look back as I always do. It’s a very pleasant sight regardless of the season. The trees lined up in rows with the sky as a backdrop.
Today as I stared a warm breeze licked my face and that’s when it happened. That combination of events, for the briefest of moments I was taken back in time and remembered how it felt to be 5 years old again. Remembered how it felt before the scars of life were etched on my soul. Remembered the sound of the birds on that warm summers day in my backyard so many years ago. The innocence of thought…. then it was gone. It lasted but the briefest of a moments, barely at all. It was breathtaking. Little by little life takes the innocence away, little by little life piles on until the innocence is gone. It happens slowly but it adds up over time. It’s time that takes the innocence away.
Ultimately, it’s time that will take it all away.

Innocence.
Invasion.
They
came.
Spreading.
Spreading
West to
East.
Left to
right.
Young to
old.
Years
to the
process.
Successful.
Tried and
true.
Used
many
ways,
many
times.
Molding
the medium
kneading
the
narrative.
Young
to old.
Wait.
Years
in the
making.
Finally,
moving
to power.
Taking
control.
Invasion of
innocence.

Thunder
in the
distance.
Lighting
dancing,
edging
dark clouds.
Soft rain
thru the
pines.
Boughs dripping
in the pond.
Birds sounding
bird talk.
Many languages
to be
heard.
Frogs
in the pond
announcing
their attendance.
Walking along
the path,
they take no
notice of
my
intrusion.
The
planet is theirs.
I’m
just
passing through.

Watch the people.
They are changing right in front of our eyes.
Slowly, incrementally, they’re evolving, becoming something
else, something more, something different.
A new paradigm is emerging.
Not very many years ago people walked down the street looking straight ahead.
Today, they bow at the neck to the new god they made, worship, and are connected with.
Technology, information is now what they focus on and desire.
Soon, it will be connected to them, embedded into their heads.
Soon, they will access the sum of all human knowledge with
just a thought.
Soon, they will communicate without speaking.
The global human neural net is evolving.
Soon, thereafter, it will merge with artifice intelligence.
Techno Sapiens will then emerge.
Where it goes from there, is anybody’s guess!

Immersed in
a medium.
As figures
in a painting.
Limited in
nature.
Rules
must be
followed.
Like an
aquarium
or a
terrarium.
Movement
limited.
Finite in
nature.
The medium
inhabited,
fluid.
The medium
four D.
The
painting
ever changing.
But rules
always apply.
Like the
painting on
the wall, the
medium observed.
Running smoothly.
The results,
uncertain.
Yet holding
the interest
of the Cosmos.
The Cosmos
a living thing.
A creating thing.
Brush strokes
creating.
Like a picture
on the wall,
limited it
be!

What kind of God would treat us this way?
In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found.
In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play.
The ancients believed the gods in Olympus or Valhalla were making humans behave either way. Moving us around as marionettes on their stage, using us as their entertainment or fight as their slaves. We were just pawns with no say in their game.
The never ending battle of good vs. Evil.
The gods on Olympus and Valhalla are no longer there, no gods to push us around, yet we still behave as if they are there.
What is it the motivation then that has us act out? Who sets the rules for the games that we play? Is it simply genetics that make us behave as we do? Some are born evil and some are born good, just as some are born blond while others brunette.
Are we powerless to act in any other way, our programming prearranged for our part in the play?
What kind of God would have us behave in such ways? Genetics it seems is the programmed force here at play. Survival of the Species is the name of the play.
Only in conflict does the the species survive and progress. Humanity moves inexorably forward on the back of genetic duress, because, what kind God would treat us this way?

The waters have calmed.
The kayak slips by while the warm breeze blows light.
The loon eerily sounds it is near.
Sun drenched clouds ooze vanilla cream.
The sunset throws an orange
purple light over it all.
The fish jump splash finishes the scene.
The veil’s been drawn down.
Serenity surrounds.

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful
place never existed.
The Universe is a cold forbidding inhospitable place, a place filled
with frozen gases, ***** of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,
dead planets, frozen asteroids and meteoroids.
Huge deadly volumes of space with no discernible purpose.

There is a place, at least one place where things came together.
Eons of star formation and destruction seeding the cosmos with
the periodic table that, along with gravity cobbled together one speck
of blue. A place that was warm, had water, breathable atmosphere and a magnetic force field keeping deadly radiation at bay.

Somehow in the deadly darkness of the void, paradise was forged,
a blue pearl, a Garden of Eden, a place to call home.

What is God?
What is a god?
It’s all relative.
It’s all semantics really.
To those who wandered this globe fifty thousand years ago we’d be gods.
Would those who live fifty thousand years from now be looked on as “Gods” by us?
How far into the future, into the past or out into space would we need to peer to find the God?
In fifty thousand years could we produce virtual constructs with artificially intelligent beings? If so, would we be their gods?
Could these beings we produced evolve to create their own virtually intelligent beings?
If so, how far down the rabbit hole could it possibly go? How many layers of gods could their possibly be?
Perhaps more than can be possibly known!

The meaning of life?
This question has been asked for millennia.
Some say there is no meaning, life is just a placeholder between oblivions.
Others say God breathe life into man for a greater purpose, intimately meaningful.
For some, born in sickness or poverty life can be a miserable go. For others, life can be a beautiful fulfilling experience.
Did God choose which was which? Did God purposely condemn some poor souls to ultimate misery, while granting others bliss?
Would we intentionally deal with our own children in such a way?
To me, at least, this seems unlikely from a loving God. So why is this so? Is it just the luck of the draw from an uncaring expanse, the machine we call the universe?
Are we all just tossed into the mix to hope for the best, make do with the cards dealt?
Base on observation this seems closer to the mark, but
who can say for sure?

Universal incubation.
Crucible of
creation.
Womb of
god.
Stars
manufacture,
elements created,
gravity congeals.
Planets form,
life sparks,
intelligence evolves.
Link
in the
chain.
Technology
develops,
evolves
explodes.
Information technology,
Nanotechnology,
Biotechnology.
Artificial intelligence,
Genie released.
Exponential growth.
Exponential intelligence
growth.
Global brain,
Galactic brain,
Universal brain.
Infinite mind.
God.

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum”
“I think therefor I am”.
Consciousness of being is true regardless our reality, be it
corporeal, digital or mechanical.
We may live in a computer simulation, or made out of steel, but “Cogito ergo sum”
What is real?
Does it even matter?
“I think therefor I am”.
We, therefore, create our own realities, regardless of our state of being!
Intelligence regardless!

Symbol.
Power symbols.
Control symbols.
Symbols to
rally around.
Symbols,
subjugation,
control.
Control
the unaware.
Waving on
high,
those in
control.
Moving the
masses,
distraction,
slight of hand.
Waving the
flag,
the cross,
the apple.
Focus the
eyes,
leading the
charge.
Symbols as
tools, controls.
Focus the masses.
Muddle their
minds.
Control.
Control their
thoughts.
Masses moving
as one,
unison.
Mindless unison.
Symbols,
weapons of
control!

Humans are animals, same as the rest.
We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do.
What makes us different is what’s in our heads. We think, we plan, we build, we progress.
Human minds have grown to allow us all this.
We are wired at birth, with much have no choice.
Much of our group a composite mess.
Our animal instincts are deeply entrenched.
Civilization evolved to offer guidance and control.
We are in constant conflict as how to behave.
Our biology says one thing civilization says no.
Cats, dogs and chimps have no courts to say they did wrong, it’s instinct that drives them along.
It’s simpler for them.
Human struggle continues from now till who knows when.

How it
changes
as
time
flows on.
All that
we
know
we
discover
we
don’t.
More
knowledge
begets less
understanding.
I
dance
on a
precipice.
The edge
of knowledge
knowing I’ll
never really
know
a thing.

I see
them,
clear as
day.
Smiling.
Laughing.
Crying.
Life etched
on their
being!
As they
were.
I see
them
as the
were,
so many
years ago.
So many
lives embedded
on my mind.
There, they
still live.
Slipping away
as the
years pass
by.
All journey
to life's
end.
Fading
into history
as if
never here.
I see them
still, as they
were so
many years
ago!

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop in and out of existence.
Reductionists will tell us all we need do is understand these subatomic particles and we'll understand everything.
But I wonder if there's more out there than meets the eye.
Mathematics for example, the language of the universe. Was mathematics invented or discovered? Was it always out there just waiting for a brain of sufficient size and complexity to tap into its realm. This seems to be the case. Would E=MC2 be true here and one billion light years from here? I think so. The question is then, what other realms might there be awaiting discovery when a brain of sufficient size and complexity comes to be? We'll need to grow one or make one to find out. What interesting times await.

was conducted on a global scale,
taking billions of years in local space time.
Mere moments in the time of the Initiators.
Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension.
The simulation experiment would be run in countless simultaneous variations,
the results being keenly noted and analyzed.
The variables in each, some great, some small, would lead
to wildly different conclusions most of which ended baldy.
Some ended, however, with its inhabitants realizing their part in the experiment, enabling them to assist with conclusions.
These outcomes were looked on favorably by the Initiators as it aided to their findings. I wonder which variable we exist in?
Who are we?

We are but vessels of the creator, within, the culmination.
The culmination of the creators experiment. How we look, what color, what ***, what nationality, irrelevant. What we produce is what matters, what we bring to the table. Has the creator produce genius, or madness? What's imprinted into the fabric of spacetime is forever? How will the ledger balance at the end of things? Has the creator been successful or an utter failure? How many times has it all been run before? The puppets will never know.

Multiverse.
Music
of
infinity.
Resonates,
each
resonates its
own
music,
sound.
Each Verse
vibrates
its
own
unique
tone,
music.
Music that
wells up from
within.
Each
vibrates
uniqueness.
Uniqueness
due to
all
thats occurred
within.
Everything
leaves a
resonance
in its
wake.
Forever
imprinted.
Passing
over,
each
can be
heard.
Slow
melodic
notes
wrapping
all.
The
symphony
construct­ed,
conducted,
forgotten.
Music
of
infinity
plays on.

What are we?
Why are we?
How do we?
It’s an infinite place and we so very small. We seem so very much apart. Do we even belong? How could we ever learn it all?
We look out, we look up, we look down and we look under. We feel so
very much cut away from it all. Why were we born? Seems to make no sense.
Trillions of points shining as far as the eye can see and far beyond. Information, so much information, more than we could possibly understand. Are we alone? Are we part of a larger family? Are we individuals or a cog in a larger family tree?
Step by step we try to build, we try to understand. So much to know and so little time.
Cannot do it alone, one mind simply not capable of knowing it all.
A collective mind are we. Building machines to store it all help us make sense. The further we go the more we need to know, the more we need to rearrange and organize. Piece by piece the puzzle is built.
Knowledge on top of knowledge is how the model shifts. Generation after generation the collective mind is built. We are not just cogs in the machine, but very much more. The piece of the puzzle we lay becomes part of a larger we. Those who were, are and to be are all very much a part of a larger whole. We are all in fact one with the Universe. Not alone, not apart, but woven into the fabric of space and time, part of a much larger we!

Understanding.
Knowledge.
The scale.
Knowledge
scale.
Zero to
infinite.
Knowledge.
Humanities
boat
barely
leaving
the dock.
In relative
terms,
scarcely
farther
along than
a salamander.
Yet humanity
ponders,
asking
“clever questions”.
Questions
on everything.
But, working
in a
narrow band,
lacking
the firepower
to ask
the big
questions.
The important
questions.
Narrow
band of
possibilities.
Self impressed
nonetheless.
Rocking
cradle,
mere
babes
in the
void.
Narrow
band of
capabilities.
Groping
in the
darkness.
Not the
slightest  
idea
which way
to turn.
Like a
bug in
a debris
field.

Hairless
Ape.
Thinking
Ape.
Eons in the
making.
Struggling to
understand.
Understand its
place in things.
Understand how
It came to be.
Understand what
being even is.
Time passes
ideas arise.
Competing ideas.
Ideas on all
matters.
Waring ideas,
establish power,
establish
dominance.
Ideas held high.
Held high
as ultimate truth.
Naked Ape
just out of
the wilds
yet
convinced about
creation,
convinced about
Its place.
Convinced on
how
it all began.
Self impressed
with what
it knows.
Think it knows.
Naked Ape
has not a
clue.
Has not a
clue,
about ultimate
reality
living
In its
delusional
little world.

Time.
Celluloid strip.
Continuous
run.
Beginning
to
end.
All imprinted.
Everything
imprinted.
Imprinted
on a
continuous
strip of
time.
Continuous
celluloid
strip.
Running
forward.
Running
backwards.
Countless
strips
running
simultaneously,
continuously.
Side by
side.
Different
strips.
Different
stories,
outcomes.
Past,
present,
future.
Cont­inuous
run.
Movies of
creation.

Jockeying
for position.
Defining
pecking order.
Defining power.
Sea of
motion.
Pushing for
control,
supremacy.
Carving out
a place for
survival.
Quagmire
of resistance.
Humanities
dance of
existence.
Has always
been dog
eat dog,
survival of the
fittest.
Pace
picking up
light speed
change.
Brownian motion
on a
global scale.
Turning
the other
cheek,
quaint musings
of a
simpler time!

I was born here.
You were born there.
I was raised here.
You where raised there.
I was educated here.
You were educated there.
I have my beliefs.
You have your beliefs.
We do not agree.
We may go to war.
If I were born there.
If you were born here.
Things would be the same.
We are twice programmed,
genetically at conception and socially by the culture
we are born into.