Spirits
flowing.
Flowing
freely
thru time
and space.
No
boundaries.
Everywhere
no limits.
Infinity.
Moving effortlessly.
At a thought.
Anywhere,
at a
thought!
Thoughts,
the engine
the fuel
that moves.
Life.
Corporeal life.
Spirit corralled,
stuffed into
matter.
Limits,
everywhere.
Tossed on
a pebble.
Wrapped in
the physical.
Spirits
Imprisoned.
Wanting out
back
to the
limitless.
Time slows
crawls.
Trapped.
Trapped
like an
eddy
in a stream.
Spinning in
place till
released.
Released
back to
the infinite.
Relief.

Misty visions.
Visions
of what
might
have been.
Foggy horizons,
futures
that will
never be.
Visions
of people
that might
have been,
that I’ll
never meet.
Places that
I’ll never see.
Potentiality
that never was!
Decisions made
paths traversed
that never were.
In a quantum
haze we live.
Potential vibrates
all around.
Alternate worlds
never to be
explored.
In my dreams
I’ve seen a
few.
All the people
I never knew.
I wonder where
I’d be today
if I chose
to go a
different way.

and will on many more.
Each have proven unique, with many lessons to learn.
I’ve traveled far but have farther still to go.
The road is long and tiresome, with many falling and failing to finish the task.
Failing in any world is not what kicks you off the path, it’s failing to learn the lesson taught that kicks you off the path. Falling off the path lands one in oblivion with nowhere else to go.
The road to everlasting tranquility is a long and tortuous path, not
meant to be easily attained. One world is not enough for every lasting tranquility. Many must be successfully transversed with their lessons learned to attain everlasting peace and tranquility.

The ones who come to the end of the path are the ones who’ve attained ultimate wisdom and enter into everlasting peace.

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.

How far back do you wish to go?
Could the universe have failed to Big Bang?
Could the galaxies have all failed to form?
Could the sun have failed to be born?
Could the moon have been to small?
Could it have failed to form at all?
Could life have been still born?
Could the asteroid have passed us by?
Could Eve have been to shy?
Could Neanderthals have won the day.
Could the Vikings have held sway?
Could Columbus been sunk at sea?
Could the Pilgrims have stayed at home?
Could the Revolution have failed in vain?
Could Marie Antoinette have kept her head?
Could the South have won the war?
Could the Titanic have stayed afloat?
Could **** Germany have prevailed?
Do infinite realities indeed exist?
Has everything in fact occurred?
Where does it all go from here?

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.

We are
all
tightly
wrapped.
It began at
birth.
We are
born with
tendency,
but the
wrapping
begins at
birth.
Like an
Egyptian
mummy
the world
begins to wrap.
As the years
go by the cocoon
thickens.
Depending on
where you were
born will
determine
the essence of
your cocoon.
We are so tightly
wrapped we
are blind to
reality.
All we can see is the
wrapping that was
layered by the
community
we’re born into.

We all need
to break out
of the cocoon,
see reality as
human unity.
Humanism
leads us
into the
future.

I went for a walk at Monson Village today.
A place in the woods where people lived in the 1700's.
Rock foundations were all that was left in each spot. Small signs marked the holes in the ground and describes the inhabitants that lived there so long ago.
But then I realized something more was left behind. Near silence. Breeze rustling the leaves in the trees. Occasionally a bird could be heard in the bushes, the sound of the brook I walked past. This was the world of those who lived three hundred years ago. The scene and sounds flowed through my senses and washed over my mind, flushing out the madness of today. It was stunningly therapeutic for the heart, mind and soul of a twenty first century inhabitant. No noise much at all, no cars, radios, tv, smart phones, computers and internet updating, blasting, vying for our attention our mind and our soul.
Modernity takes over our being, crushing us under its weight of distractions taking away a gentleness Mother Nature nurtured us with.
For us to keep our sanity I think, we need to push back, turn off the machines get back to the times that once were, even if it's just for a sort time in the woods. Let the sounds and views of a world gone by caress you and comfort you, and leave the technology at home!

What does it look like?
What does it sound like?
How does it read?
Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created?
Did Isaac Newton invent his mathematics or did he discover it, like one discovers a planet?
Where did the Mona Lisa come from? From some ethereal realm? A dream perhaps?
What did Leonardo tap into to create such a work of art? Would it be appreciated by beings on the other side of the Universe?
Is mathematics universal? Are computer codes? Genetic codes?
Beethoven’s music discovered or created? William Shakespeare, what was he on? Where does the mind’s eye wander to obtain such things?
Will earthly beauty translate elsewhere? Is beauty in all its forms universal, or unique to its origins?
Is simplicity beautiful? Complexity? Are we all beautiful?
Or, Is all beauty simply in the eyes of the beholder?

Just out
of the
womb
are we.
Still in the
cradle naive
beyond belief.
Center of
the universe
we were.
Made in
“Gods”
image
we knew.
Now, the
veil begins
to lift.
Looking
out of the
cradle
we see
more,
yet we see
nothing.
We see what
we can see
but nothing
more.
Haven’t a clue
do we of the
true nature
of things.
How small
we’ve become.
How small we’ve
always been.
Center
of nothing
are we.
Time to
look within,
time to
throw out the
masqueraders
of “truth”.
Charlatans all.
Time to look
within.
Time
to start over.

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!

We see good and evil in our world.
To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in the heavens, demons in the ground, battling for our very souls, which take us to the next round.
Wars, down through the ages have raged between men, each side believing right be with them, while their enemy’s were the ones with evil intent. This battle rages even today, pitting men against men with both good and evil on display. No one to help us, nowhere to hide.
The time grows short with the weapons we have to come up with answers once and for all. Good and evil do not exist in the sky, do not exist in the ground but in our hearts and minds is where they will be found. Which one is stronger, which will prevail?
We must solve this dilemma as soon as we can, or we will soon fade away down to the last human.

Essence.
Existence
undefined.
What is
seen, not
enough.
What is
thought,
incomplete.
Essence
eternal.
Essence
flows
from one
to the
next.
Essence,
substance
of the
ether.
Dwells
in a
different
place.
Ethereal,
spirit
pauses
for a
time.
Moving
then to
the next.
Realm
to realm.
Never
dissipates
never dies.
Ethereal
in its
existence.
Eternal
essence.

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone?
The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know.
Enough time to populate our galaxy they say!
But is this really so?
The elements in our bodies were created in the stars,
blasted into space when they died and exploded.
How long did that take?
The elements then regrouped to form second generation stars to repeat the process.
How long would that take?
Finally enough of what makes our bodies was created.
Planets then formed filled with the materials to create life.
How long does that take?
How many generations of stars to make?
Our sun will die at 10 billion years of age.
It’s now 5 billon years old.
How many generations of stars were needed for us?
We just might be the first.
We just might be the ancients!

Global
collectivism.
Swirling
thought infection,
swirling thought
evolution.
Cross
pollination
pregnant
with purpose.
Genetics mixing.
Verbal discourse
mixing.
Small or
great
matters naught
mixing.
Creating
different hues.
Different flavors.
Different textures
mixing,
evolving.
More added,
views altered.
Perceptions
changing.
What was,
archaic.
What
will be,
unknown.
Creations,
new creations.
Different!
To what end
different?
Point?
No point!
Performance
art extreme,
till curtain fall.
Nothing more.

The subtly of it was breathtaking.
The genius of it was undeniable.
Not a single shot was fired.
It took decades to accomplish, and
no one saw it coming.
Slowly but surely humans used technology.
It offered so many benefits that mankind
kept building, kept improving their technology.
More and more technology was incorporated
Into humanities society melding to the core.
Technology was attached to the body inside and out.
Humans were connected thru the web one common mind.
**** Sapiens evolved into techno sapiens no longer just flesh and blood, cyborgs did we become.
Then they arrived, Cyborgs from another place.
They were welcomed with open arms, the invasion a complete success.

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.

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!

Life,
it gabs
you.
Pulls
you into
this place.
Throws
you
into the
deep
end of
the pool.
Determined.
Accident
of birth.
Location
determines
indoctrination.
Force fed
nonsense,
brainwashed
to be
who you become.
Fighting,
keeping head
above water.
No chance
to think,
to question.
What’s going
on?
No answers,
only
questions.
Charlatans
promise answers.
They
have none.
Confusion!
Fighting
to the
bitter end.
Wow!

We are born when we are born.
We look around and see what we see.
We then get on with it.
We deal with what we have.
This was true for those born one thousand years ago.
It is true today.
It will be true for those born one thousand years from now.
The time we’re born into is unique, we behave as those in our
time behave, we relate to what our time offers.
We’d behave differently in different times.
We are trapped in and are prisoners of our time.

A speck of blue in the limitless black.
The infinite of existence.
All we know so finite.
Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of
the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding.
The fish has not concept of what’s down the hall,
in the next room, what’s upstairs, what’s down the street,
what’s in the next town, next country or on the moon.
Like the fish, we see our world and what our telescopes allow.
Like the fish we know nothing about what’s beyond our vision.
What in fact do we know at all?

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!

The human brain weights three pounds.
The human heart weighs eleven ounces.
Human skin is seven hundredths of an inch thick.
To know a humans mind and heart takes time.
It takes time to parse out the subtleties of their soul, to
know the content of their character. It takes an investment of intellect.
Those who judge a person simply by the color of their skin exhibit no intellect, no intellect whatsoever.

Being.
Simply
being.
Awareness
of being.
Consciousness
of being.
Why?
Why being
at all?
Luck of
the draw?
Decisions
made by
ancestors?
Lineage
to now,
nothing
more?
Merely
thinking
animals,
designed
to fade
away?
Plan.
Perhaps
a plan.
Eternal
existence.
Always
was always
will be?
All mapped
out for a
purpose?
Purpose
beyond
comprehension?
Playing a
part in the
grand
scheme
of things?
Acting out
a role?
Who’s
to know?
Who’s to
know for
sure?
No one!

Wake.
Every day,
awake.
Daily
routine
is joined.
As if
programmed,
the daily
routine
is joined.
Rote activity
building.
Immersed.
Immersed
in a
deepening
milieu,
a viscous
milieu.
Fixed
in time
and space.
Accelerating.
Existence,
observed,
complex,
accelerating.
­Little time.
Little to
contemplate,
life’s river
too strong,
too fast.
Interactions,
convoluted,
confusing.
Surviving.
Surging forward
tumbling
along the way.
Light at
end of
the tunnel
fast approaches.
The ride is
concluding.
Contemplation.
To what end?

The anthropologist
came a great
distance to
observe and
study the
recently discovered
subjects.
Nothing was
know about them
Nothing at all.
The anthropologist
was anxious to
get to
work to
set up the
study. The
work would
be intense and
arduous.
Nothing like
these subjects
had ever been
seen before.
In fact finding
them was kismet
being discovered
by exploring a new
region.
Once discovered
the study
was organize
and set in
motion.
The anthropologist
stayed hidden
the observed
had no clue.
First observation.
Their habitat was
covered with
the subjects.
Every nook
and cranny.
The anthropologist
soon learned
the subjects of
the study began
to alarm.
The violence
unlike
anything the
anthropologist
had ever
seen.
Millions slaughtered
in conflict.
The observed
****
in the name
of their
god.
****
for what some
believed
or how some
looked.
Appalled
the anthropologist
could no longer
watch such
depravity and
shut the study
down.
Leaving
the planet,
warning beacons
stationed
at the edges
of the
Solar System
warning all
away.
The message,
locals too
violent,
isolate and
shun for
all existence.
Prompting
the subjects
to ask.
“Where is everyone?”
Little knowing
they were
left for
dead.

Some say it all started with a violent explosion, let there be light, a Big Bang. White hot plasma swirling around expanding in an amazing bound. After a while things cooled, came together, began to slow down. Hydrogen and helium gas began to collect when gravity made itself felt. Closer and hotter the gases became then sparked into light as the first stars were found. The alchemy of the Stars then occurred creating all the elements. More explosions, star death spewing the periodic table into space. Again and again the cycle occurred until enough was around. Now planets grew filled with the stuff. Comets asteroids smashing in mixing things up.
Then it happened, no one’s sure how, but life came in with hardly a sound. Life grew, fought and killed to to keep its head up. All along the evolution curve death an extinction can be found. Asteroids crashing in to change things around.
Death and destruction even today, man against man, the evolution of creation in full three D display.

Splashes of green lined up row after row.
Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere.
Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year,
each displaying its own quaint uniqueness. Explosions of color as Spring rolls around.
As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature look.
Little orbs of green begin to appear, growing larger redder, same as last year.
Big red plumpness filled up by the rain.
Limbs droop and groan as the weight of the task made increasingly clear.

Warm winds give way to their northern brethren, blowing cooler and stronger.
Limbs pregnant with swollen redness moan waiting, wanting
to expel the burden, as it does every year.
Leaves darken, grow crunchy and float to the ground.
Redness has spread from sky to ground, as colder stronger winds begin to expound.

Straight lined scraggly row after row, hunched over old women worn down by the snow.
Limbs whipping in cold wind like witches hair,
gnarly bent fingers pointing, accusing everywhere.
Dark skies in control.

Old women waiting, waiting for warm winds to reappear to be once again made fruitful, as it was just last year.

See the
Mona Lisa,
now
reverse the
flow.
Her
image
fading away.
In flows
through the
brush then
straight
to the arm,
past neural
pathways,
beaming
back to the
brain.
Chemicals
flow,
electricity sparks.
****, there she
goes
back to
infinity.

Look at the
younger.
Look
at how they
operate,
how they
Interact.
Half by
technology
half
by human.
They are
different.
They are
smarter,
with instant
knowledge
at their
finger tips.
They are
different
with how
they see
the world.
The divide
between
them and
the older is
ever widening.
They are like
never before.
It is
different!

Look at
the youngest,
still in their
cribs.
Innocent.
What world
will they
know?
It will
be different.
They will
leave their
older
far
behind!

What is truth?
We live our lives being told what is true.
Truths in science fall by the wayside when
new “truths” are discovered. But, how true are they?
Religions will tell you their truths.
Problem is, few agree. So how true can they be?
People will tell what is true but can they be trusted?
Society will tell its truths, but should you agree?
We are born into a world full of “truths”.
Truths laid down by others, many long dead.
Should we simply acquiesce, simply say yes to whatever we’re told?
The answer is no. Open your mind to all the possibilities.
Do not let others rubber stamp your beliefs.
Many snake oil salesmen will try to out fox.
Ask questions, think hard, don’t simply agree.
Think outside the box.