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.

We come
in,
an empty
vessel.
A dry
sponge.
Absorbing
all in our
sphere.
Attitudes,
ideas,
beliefs.
Different locations.
Different beliefs.
Gospel.
All taken
as gospel.
Why?
Why
different areas
different
beliefs?
Isolation.
Isolation
bred different
beliefs.
Primitive ideas
superstitious
ideas, based
on fear.
Revolving
around
the primitive.
Revolving
around
fear, superstition.
We believe!
We believe
what we’re
told.
Then retell.
Time to
question.
Time to
question
everything.

Like air,
as with light,
surrounding.
Absorbing.
Growing.
Energy
vibrations
permeat­es.
Influenced.
Birth,
raw birth.
Mere biology.
Empty, void.
Emerged.
Sea of
energy,
vibrations.
Surrounds.
Empty vessel
filling.
Influenced.
Growing
influencing milieu
surrounds.
Like air,
like light,
surrounds.
Vacant, void
being filled.
Empty vessel
altered
actualized.
Input,
vibrations
permeates.
Omnipoten­t
energy abounds.
Growing
absorbing
like air,
like light.
Medium dense.
Ideas, thoughts
flow caress,
being absorbed.
Empty vessel
filling.
Universal
consciousness
absorbed.
Sea of air.
Sea of light.
Sea of
consciousness.
The unknown,
infinite.
World
born into.

Reflection.
Viewed
in the
abyss.
Seeing
oblivion.
Look long.
Look hard.
Reflect!
Reflect on
existence.
The point.
The reason.
How to
manage?
How to
preform,
act?
Opportunity
of existence.
Reflect!
Gaze
into the
abyss.
What’s
the point?
What’s
the score?
Impact.
leaving impact.
Abyss reflection.
Reflection
of existence.
Value
of being.
Stepping on.
Judging.
Criticism.
Negative.
Taking.
Reflection.
Look
into the
abyss.
The abyss
reflects.
Reflects
what’s
viewed.
Mirror
of existence.
Look long.
Look hard.
Reflect!
Retribution.
Evens the
score.
Reflect!
Quality of
existence.
Judgement.
Abyss.

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.

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?

Aliens.
Where are
they?
Here,
all here.
Ever changing.
Ideas, beliefs,
ever changing.
Alien.
All here.
All alien.
Not out
there.
Right here.
Morphing.
Evolving.
Alien.
Unrecognizable.
Looking back,
looking forward.
What
we were
is not what
we are.
What
we are
is not
what we
will be.
Alien.
Beliefs alien
ideas alien.
Morphing
evolving,
becoming.
All alien.
Not out there.
Here.
All the Aliens
here.
Glimmer of
similar.
Yet alien.
Traveling time.
Aliens dotting
time forward
and back.
Similar
but not.
Spacetime
in one place.
Traveling
spacetime
in one place.
All Aliens
reside in
one place.
Alien!

What the human mind can conjure.There is a Creator, in my mind there is no doubt. To some degree I can know a mans mind, but the Creators mind is beyond mine to know. There are charlatans amongst us who’ll tell us they know.The Creator told them so. Religions will show you the way, so they will say. Hundreds of religions will tell you they are the one. How can that be? They all can’t agree? Odds are none of them know. Religion like Government is a human construct to offer control. The few telling the many what to do, how to behave and believe. Power tripping is all they truly have. There may be an afterlife, but there’s no guarantee. We could have been made to live, expire, then no more. I do not know either way. So, what do we do while we are here? We get up off our knees and show our existence had some value, some worth. Work to make our world a better place to live. Open our minds to a better way to be. Humanity and Gaia for now is all we truly have, make this existence as good as can be. Pray to the Creator if you wish, I do In bed every night. I don’t need a religion to do so. What will you say on the day you expire. Can you look in a mirror, will you really even care? Will your life even matter?

Time, it’s
running
out.
The way
things were
will be
no more.
Tribes will
vanish,
blend.
Thinking
aligns.
Technology
sculpts.
Individu­alism
fades.
Mind
transformed,
altered,
aligned.
Subtle.
Alignmen­t
subtle.
Artful
control.
Technology
absorbs,
alters,
unknowingly­
altered.
Forming.
Shaping.
Changing.
Technology
homogenizes,
inf­luences
dulling descent.
Global thinking
regulation
control.
The way
things were
fading away.
Uniformity,
conformity,
will now
rule
the way.

Intelligent
life.
Alone?
Other worlds?
Universe!
Ninety one
billion
light years
across.
Universe!
Two trillion
galaxies.
Hundreds
of billion
stars per
galaxy.
Galaxies
billions
of light
years
distant.
Light taking
longer to
arrive than
earth’s existence.
How
could it
be known?
How
could it
possibly be
known?
Known if
civilizations exist
billions
of light years
distant.
Somewhere
in two trillion
galaxies.
How could
it be
known?
Are we
alone?
Fools
question.
Move on.

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!

Altering.
Pathways
adjusted,
rerouted.
What
was
no more.
Time.
Constant
tinkering.
Circuits
plastic
being
reworded,
re-wired.
Experiences
add up.
Tweaking
perception.
Tools,
evolving
attitudes.
Time.
Takes
time.
Old vs
new.
Gulf of
perception.
Generational
divide.
Reality’s
creation.
Generational
divide.
Years
in the
making.
Smile
at their
all knowing
innocence.

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.

Generation.
Universe
generation.
Universe to
multiverse.
Always was,
always
will be.
Black hole
formation
generation
one to
the next.
Countless
spring up
one
from the
other.
Never ending
sequence.
Once begun
infinite
generation.
Always
will be.
Always
generating.
How long?
how old?
The process,
when
did it
start?
How
did it
start?
Generations
of events.
Countless
rabbit holes.
One to the
next.
Looking back,
how far?
Googolplex
far?
Infinitely far?
Nearly so.
Beyond
conception
far.
Rendering
how, moot.
Always was.
Always will be.

“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.

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.

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.

We
are animals.
Having the
same instincts
as any animal.
Law of the
jungle courses
through our
veins.
Hormones flush
clouding  
judgement, wrecking
havoc on reason
and intellect.
Procreation,
self preservation
strongest of
animal
instincts.
*** and violence
dominates
human culture.
We think
ourselves
superior
sophisticated.
Biology
millions
of years in
the making.
Civilization
thousands
of years in
the making.
Conflicting,
struggling
to peacefully
coexist.

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.

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!

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!

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.