Locked in
time.
Prisoners.
Prisoners each
to their
own
epoch.
Choice.
No choice.
Conform,
live as the
time dictates.
No choice.
Look at
their faces!
Dealing.
Dealing best
they can
with what’s
been handed.
No choice.
Rules in place.
Each time
different.
Must be
what time
dictates.
No choice!

Modernity.
Technology.
Racing
head long
helter-skelter
into the
future.
Like a
runaway train
speeding
out of
control.
Historic
societal norms
breaking apart.
What to
think,
what to
believe
losing
resonance.
Explosion of
information
barraging our
senses.
Overload.
Current institutions
clueless
of what’s coming.
Acceleration.
Biotechnology.
Information technology.
Nanotechnology.
Artificial intelligence.
All converging
on top of
our heads!
More change
coming
in the next
twenty years
than seen
in the
last three hundred.
What to
do?
How to
cope?
For now
at lest,
step away.
Relax,
visit nature.
Walk in the
woods.
Meditate,
sit by the
ocean.
Leave the
technology home.
Our minds came
from
simpler times,
not designed
for
light speed
change.
Step away,
at least
for awhile.
Reset your
sanity.
Less you
implode!



.

Humankind has been grasping for knowledge from
the beginning, fear of the unknown was always forbidding.
Why does the wind blow?
Why does the sky crack open with light, sound and fury?
Why do the oceans roil with such anger?

How does the unknowing mind handle such things?
Gods is what we said. It’s gods that make all the unknown knowable.
This work for us, it help it makes sense.

As time went on we learned things, we learned why the wind blows,
why the sky cracks open with light, sound and fury,
and why the ocean roils with such anger.

As our knowledge grew the gods began to melt away, so now for many at least there is just one.
We have gathered up great knowledge over time and have eliminated many gods along the way.
One big question we’ve not yet answered is, were do we go when we die?

A great unknown to be sure. God is the answer for some.
It helps them make sense.
God is the one!

Where do they come from?
The brain is complex, of that there's no doubt.
Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together
to make up our brain.
Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this projected to the universe to do what it will.
The mind once turned on starts to think, ideas do emerge from the brains complexity.
Ideas just pop into existence seemingly with no effort from us.
How does that happen?
Is it just a compilation of our experiences jumbled up to create what we think, to pop up ideas?
Is it possible our brain is a complex receiver, ideas
being projected from another realm?
Since we don't know what's possible, anything is possible!
But, it does make you think!

It gathers,
always been
here.
Waiting
within.
Pushing to
control.
Finding a
home
in some.
Fighting
those it
can’t
control.
Weakness,
exploits,
control,
power.
Power/technology
enough
now to
control the
world.
Insidious
it hides
it waits
for
global
*******.

Down through the millennia grand armies have marched across plains of destruction.
Battle cries forever lost in the ether, spilt blood absorb and recycled. Names of the warriors forever lost, unknown to the future.
Civilizations have come and gone some never being known to modernity.
Important men striding the halls of power, controlling all they see, self impressed with their prowess. Brass knuckled business men climbing over and knocking down others any who got in their way, power at all cost.
Men gnawing their way to the present, leaving blood and destruction in their wake.
Where do such men go from here? How will their aggressive tendencies translate in the world of hyper-technology?
Will it propel them to the stars, or blast them into oblivion?
It's the toss of a coin I think.

Alteration.
At first,
subtle.
Subtle
alterations.
Tweaking.
Synaptic
changes.
Ou­tside.
Outside
influencing.
Refocused
sculpted
thinking.
Changes.­
Thinking
changes.
No going
back.
Technology
transforming.
Molding
synaptic
pathways.
D­ifferent.
Divergent
ways of
thinking.
Pace quickens.
Great divide.
Old vs new.
No going
back.
Old dies
slowly away.
New,
constantly
transforming.
Stability
lacking.
Structures­
cracking,
losing resonance.
Civilization
unrecognizable!

From the
beginning.
Sentence and
verse.
Forged in
fire.
Forged in
kiln.
Cosmic kiln.
Cosmic fire.
Crucible of
creation.
Story written,
coded.
Sentence and
verse.
Laws and
rules, coded.
Coded
in the
fabric of
creation.
Power,
coded.
All is
designed.
All is
forged.
All is
written,
coded in
nature.
Written
in the
beginning.
Story never
ending.
Infinite.
Infinite in
design.
Infinite in
scope.
Infinite in
sophistication.
Chapter and
verse.
Books.
Never ending.
Infinite stories.
Infinite books.
Infinite code.
Fabricated,
coded in kiln.
Coded in
creation.
Written
in the
beginning.
Chapter and
verse.
Cosmic kiln,
coded
in the
beginning.
Infinite creation.

Once again my mind takes flight. Looking at all there is to see. Wandering through different times and realities. Following things as perhaps they might be.
Different story lines as far
as any mind's eye can see. Dizzying vistas unfathomable to me, fit for only the creator to see.
Different stories of me float by.
Retreating back to whence I came. Back, nauseous from the flight so unsettling the experience be.
Realizing though how finite our vision with the limited vista that we can see.
Carefully should we truly be with the "truths" as fact expounded in our limited finite reality.

We are just bags of meat and water.
Then why the consciousness?
Consciousness is indeed a mystery.
Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just
inhabits our minds? Are our minds simply like a radio receiver collecting the signal/consciousness from some other realm?
Where does it go after the meat and water fall apart?
Does it fade into the ether never to be see again, or does it move
on and inhabit another reality?
Some will say they know the answer to that question, but they really do not.
For my two cents, I think our consciousness came to our bodies from another reality and will move on to another when we die.
Maybe I feel that way because it offers me some comfort, perhaps, but I don’t think so.
No one knows for sure, but, I think it is a possibility.

Old ways.
Old ways of
thinking.
Primitive ways.
Thinking
derived out of
fear, ignorance.
Still being
believed.
A new age,
with new
ideas,
new realities,
sweeping it
all away.
All away In
a flash of
enlightenment.
Old generations
replaced by
new generations.
New ideas
replace
the old.
Global mind,
evolves.
Evolves
a new reality.
Unifying thought,
reality.
Fear,
replaced with
wonderment.
New
understandings
shining the
light on the
dark places.
The dark places
of the past.
The primitive
enlightened.
Eyes open,
open in a
new place.
In a flash
the dark ages
replaced by
a new world.
A new world
free, cleansed
of fear.

It's happening right in front of our eyes.
We, who live today are right in the middle of it.
Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline.
The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most oblivious of its nature.
Humans all over the globe, every nook and cranny communicating, exchanging ideas like never before. Country boarders being swept away in the torrent of human interaction, human communication. The growth and scope of this phenomenon is in its infancy, growing exponentially.
The global think now in place, instant knowledge, all of what humanity knows now instantly available to everybody. Huge, this is huge and will change everything. Global communities emerging and will continue, decentralization becomes the norm, democracy on a global scale. The "new world order" just not as previously envisioned. Not run by central masters but diffuse globally, impossible to control, humanities global think now moves forward into the future unlike never before.

Uncertainty!
Long ago.
Infinite time.
Instructions
loaded.
Yet,
uncertainty
reigned.
Undulating,
­probabilities.
Base level
possibility.
Probability.
All arose
from mere
probability.
Never ending
nothingness.
Fluctuations.
Fluctuations
of nothing,
spawned
all.
Laws of
the gods.
Mathematics.
Physics.
Glue of
creation.
Numbers
in place,
align.
Fine tuned.
Exact.
Infinite
attempts
for the
just so.
End game?
None!
The game
never ends.
Simply evolves,
moves on.
Forever.

It’s
all baked,
baked
into the
equation.
Human
civilization
genetically
organized.
Organized as
prescribed in
DNA.
DNA code.
The code that
controls
who,
what
we are,
what
we do.
Procreation,
self preservation
strongest
Instincts in
all animals.
Code by
DNA.
*** and
violence,
coded.
Coded for
*** to
propagate
the species
and violence
for the
preservation of
the species.
Coded
deep within
DNA.
The game
is rigged.
Finite options.
Predetermined,
coded in DNA.
Civilization
struggling
with code.
Struggling to
overwhelm the
beast.
Defeat the code,
the DNA.
The game
is rigged,
we do what
the code
directs.
We do
what
we were
coded to do.
The game is
rigged,
coded on
every
level.

Great Maker beyond human knowledge.
Our time is short.
Our knowledge finite.
Reality infinite.
We struggle to understand.
We create structure to make it so.
We build and grow the best we can.
It’s a struggle every day you know.
We are born one day and there it is.
How to make sense we struggle to do.
We organize come together in groups.
We create systems to help see us through.
Political, language, business, social and religious to name a few.
Each system designed to meet a need.
Each system gives us structure, something to help us along.
Helps us make sense, gives us control in our finite little place.
Religion as with government is a process of arrangement.
Religion is a philosophy, nothing more, as the Great Maker’s mind is beyond our control.
There are those who say they understand because the Great Maker told them so.
That’s impossible you see, the Great Maker’s mind for us is impossible to know.

How will it change when we know?
How will civilization be rearranged?
All that we known comes from one place and time,
one little speck in spacetime.
Great religions over eons have arisen telling all how things must certainly be.
But they are just specks on a speck, and knowledge potentially infinite, how much can they possibly know.
Have faith they say and follow our lead, but how much can they possibly know?
They say, we surely know because God has told us so.
What can you say? How can you answer that? If God really told them so.
The problem you see is not all religions agree, seems god’s message is different from one to the next somehow. How can that possibly be?
For the infinite knowledge to be had, and our brain power to process so small, there is no way to know much at all.
Some day and maybe soon our technology may come alive or some others come to say hi. Then everything changes, but no one can really say how.

“Always
was,
always
will be.”
Universe
within
multiverse.
Multiverse
within
infinity.
Neve­r ending
cycle.
Universes
begetting
universes.
Being born,
fading away.
Infinities
begetting
infinites.
Never ending.
Process,
by definition
infinite
in nature.
Time
irrelevant
no meaning.
Has no
standing.
“Always
was,
always
will be.”
Simply
the nature
of things.
No beginning
no end.
Beyond
human
cognition.
The finite
cannot
fathom
the infinite.

are as varied as they are inconsequential.
All struck on a speck of a place, in a speck of time.
Our very evolution built on infitesimly small terrain.
All that we think, all of the great contributions like so many others, lost in the endlessness of nothingness.
All the great thinkers, all the time wasted on useless
pursuits, expounding on virtues of irrelevance.
Greatness not really great, or great on such an insignificant scale as to barely register. None of it worth anything.
Once the light goes out....

Time.
Dropped in.
Conform.
Takes shape,
no choice.
Epoch.
Different,
each different.
Take shape
within.
Flowing,
within.
Believing.
With each
epoch,
conform, live.
No choice,
survive,
adjust, conform.
Shaped molded.
Each different.
Molded by
beliefs, adjusted
by events,
location.
Epoch.
Neolithic.
Modernity.
No different
dropped in
conform, shaped.
Existence, molded.
Epoch!

Early morning.
Still dark.
Fire crackling.
Fireplace glow,
lights out.
Dark.
Fireplace glow
baths
everything.
Medieval.
Medieval
feel.
Cold, yet
warm.
Mind
wanders.
Infinity
contemplating.
Where to
turn?
What to
think?
Time.
Time
to think.
Time to
write!
Release.
Release
what’s within.
Clear the
mind.
Start again.
Write!

Crickets
sounding their
enchanting
sound.
Peeper choruses
from the pond,
finely tuned,
while Bullfrogs
barup their
baritone song.
Swooping bats
devouring,
warm breezes
dancing.
Owl hoots
deep in the
woods.
Coyotes howling
in the
distance.
Evening’s
Symphony
tuned to
perfection.

Straws.
Grasping
at
straws.
Time
immemorial,
humanity
has been
grasping
at
straws.
How to
explain,
understand?
Understand
the place
they find
themselves.
Concepts
from a
mote.
Science.
Religion.
Philosophy.
Attempts.
Efforts
to
under­stand.
Mote concepts.
Mote
understanding.
Working with
what’s
provide.
Limited.
Not up
to the
task.
Ultimate
understanding
beyond scope.
Beyond.
Stories,
attempts,
scaffolding
built.
Grasping
at straws.
Helps.
Helps to
get through.
Helps to
hold on.

The world is inhabited by us, nearly every nook.
We are afraid of each other.
We have weapons, massive amount of weapons, to protect ourselves from ourselves.
Why?
What are we afraid of?
We breath the same air, we see the same moon.
We all love our children, we all want to live a happy life.
Then why all the weapons? We are all the same really, just one family of man.
This one's afraid of that one and that one's afraid of this one.
The trillions spent on weapons could feed the hungry, home the homeless and take care of the sick.
Our fear of each other is a throwback to survival in more difficult past times.
Those times are gone.
It's time to grow up.

4 AM
Tough time.
Dark time.
Ghost
haunting.
Haunting
the recesses
the private
places.
Places
where
thoughts
are born.
Mistakes
magnified,
circling
overhead.
Regrets
gnawing.
Gna­wing
at the
soul.
The silent
time.
Morphing
futures
spinning
around.
No escape.
Nothing
to distract.
Nowhere
to hide.
Blackness
envelopes.
Sunrise.
New day
dawns.
New hope,
fresh start.
Moving on,
till 4 AM
returns again.

Simmering on a distant shore, my minds eye floats upon.
Swirling thought upon swirling thought do my reflections grow.
Infinite realms offer fertile grounds to burrow through.
Mountains of realities the minds eye sees one as real as them all.
Traveling through oceans of ethereal thought, swimming through the
infinite, the possibilities the minds eye can see.
Rays of thought pass thru the the mind as rays of light do too.
Reflections on the infinite my minds eye wanders thru.
Accepting what I see, nearly impossible to do.
Impressions of possibilities that boil up, reaching out.
Infinite possibilities bringing closer, I aim to do.
Back I light on familiar ground having made my recent voyage, till
next I float once again through the clouds of infinitely.

We delude ourselves, always have, still do.
Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature!
We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago.
Started by those who knew next to nothing of
where they lived. Their place in a universe they did not know.
Our universe unimaginably large may be just one bubble in a multiverse of infinite time and size. Always was always will be some say.
There are those where we live who’ll claim they know god’s mind, have faith they’ll say.
Specks on a speck that know it all.
They’d say, following ancient rituals is where the truth lies. As if the ancients knew.
There are those amongst us who claim to know the way and tell us what to do. Tell us to bow down, and how to behave. Power and control is all they have, a few controlling the many with all the privileges that entails.
Most that we know from a speck of dust we have learned, but there’s so much more,
Infinitely more, infinitely more to know!

From afar.
Approaching
from afar.
A distant
place.
A different
place.
Slowly moving.
Moving
toward
an unknown.
Small,
so small
it seems
from afar.
Moving
closer, seeing
more.
Strange.
Different, alien.
Closer still
frozen in
structure
belief.
Local belief.
Convinced in
its place.
In its tiny
place.
Closer still.
Writhing structure.
Writhing in
Ignorance.
Ignorant
yet sure,
so sure of
truth.
Knows not
of truth.
Knows not
of much
at all.

Firmly griped.
Griped
in what’s
around.
Griped
by the
code.
Where
we are.
Internal
instinct
gripping
what is done.
Programmed.
Coded for
function.
Controlled
by code.
Do what’s
done, coded
as such.
No way out!
No way
out of
determinism.
Predetermined
from the start.
Coded
from
inception.
Illusions.
Merry-go-round.
Everything
a merry-go-round.
Spinning.
Relentlessly
spinning.
Going nowhere,
simply in
circles
as designed.

The clash.
Biology
calling the
shots.
Moving the
animal.
Moving the
animal in
the intended
direction.
Coding irresistible
forces, forcing
compliance.
Intricate dimensions
to the process.
Process of
control.
Planting the
seed of
irresistibility.
The scent,
the look,
the sound,
the movement.
All, finely
tuned.
Finely tuned for
maximum results.
Millions of
years in
the making.
Love, affection,
what to make
of love and
affection?
Surly different.
Beautiful things.
Things to
cherish.
Things to
hold close.
Things that
make life worth
living.
Things that
help control
the process,
grease
the skids,
move things
along.
Generation
to generation.
The subtlest
control of
all.

We are all surfing the wave of time.
In times immediate wake is the frothiness of near history.
Smooths out as the wave moves on.
The wave churns and gurgles as the past is being created.
We the flotsam and jetsam along for the ride.
The wave creates the lives we have lead.
Potential is all that’s in the waves headlights.
Nothing at all the wave moves into.
We all live on the edge of reality and time.