Mankind began as a troop animal.
Living amongst its own kind.
Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna.
Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled down. Small wandering groups became small farming villages. Small farming villages became larger farming villages, then small towns.
Small towns became larger towns inhabited by hundreds.
Larger towns grew to small cities inhabited by thousands. Agriculture and technology developed to sustain and enhance such growth. Cities evolved into city states, then becoming small countries inhabited by hundreds of thousands. Finally today we have countries inhabited by hundreds of millions.
All along this path battles and wars, killing millions along the way, till today we have weapons that can wipe out us all.
The salvation of mankind and the natural progression of things is global organization, global integration.
The globe is being wired with its own global neural net, a global brain if you will. One world controlling itself.
One world that will not nuke itself! The salvation of us all.

God no God!
Battle rages.
Some say
yes.
Some say
no.
What’s
the point?
Who cares?
No one
has proof,
no proof
whatsoever.
No proof
either way.
“Faith”!
Faith
is a
weasel word.
What’s
said when
there’s no
answers,
no proof.
God, no
God.
Who cares!
Is God
really
about the
here and
now?
Or,
existence
for eternity.
Humanity,
more concerned
about living
forever
than
dealing with
current
reality,
the world
that’s
occupied
now?
Afterlife?
Who cares?
No one
knows for
sure.
Humanity
has much
work to do
now.
Much work
to make
now a
better place.
A better
place
for all.
Some believe.
Some do not.
No matter.
When it’s
all said
and done,
eternity
will take
care of
the issue,
sorting
things out
once and
for all.
Not giving
a hoot
what was
believed
or not
believed.

Cosmic impression.
Mind imprint.
Deep
connections.
Consciousness,
intelligence
weaves throughout.
Embedded
deep.
Deep
universal
consciousness.
Web of
awareness
encompasses
all.
Everything.
Everywhere.
Every time.
All
entanglements.
Complex
gossamer
connections.
Each a bit
of creation.
Each
connected
to all.
Energy
coursing
through
Tapping
the flow.
Feeling
the surge.
Surge
of creation.
Surge
of
understanding
permeates.
Pure
understanding
accessible.
Sense it,
feel it.
Listen.

Grid.
Systems
in place.
Circling
the globe.
Overhead.
Underneath.
All around.
Grip
tightens.
Mind
grabbing,
strangling
the soul.
Free will
denied.
Canceled.
The grid
reaches.
Reaches
into the
mind.
Asimov’s
Mule.
Altering
attitudes
kneading
perspectives­.
Grid
flowing into
the mind.
The soul.
Freedom
of uniqueness
crushed.
Single pane
of glass
information
flows.
Soon,
to be
installed
direct.
End of
the past.
Designer
of the
future.
Brave
new world?
Indeed!

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.

Grumpy Old Men.
Always wondered.
Grumpy
old men.
Where
do they
come from?
Why
do they
exist?
What
made them
so grumpy?
When young,
everything
was a
promise.
Everything
was possible.
No limitations.
Oysters
on the
half shell.
There to
be had.
Excitement.
Adventure.
Three ring
circus,
plenty
for all.
Time
wore on.
Lily
turned
brown.
People.
Learning
about people.
Gilded lilies.
Deceiving.
Skin deep.
Inside
a different
creature.
Existence
a mirage
not what
it seems.
Shiny things
tarnish.
Illusion.
Time
needed to
learn.
Understand.
Grumpy
old men,
manufactured
in the
mirage,
illusion.
Grumpy
old men,
made
not born.

Hand
on the wall,
creation
complete.
Mouth
full of
pigment,
sprayed on
the hand.
Artist signature
for the
eons to
observe.
I
was here
the
artist
shouts out.
You don’t
know
who I am,
but,
I
was here!
We
know not
who
the
artist was.
But we
know the
meaning
of the
hand
on the
wall.
The hand
on the
wall.
We
do so
still!

Here and
now.
Not just
here.
Not just
now.
Continuum
of existence.
Flowing from
one to the
next.
Limitless
existence.
One realm
to the
next.
Segmented,
no connection.
Dreams.
Dreams reflect
what once
was.
Reality,
an illusion.
Essence of
self flows
through
one illusion
to the next.
Energy,
vibrations
dispersed.
Spread out,
everywhere.
Here not
here.
Here is
everywhere!
Now is
timeless.
Uncertainty
presides.
Consciousness
crystallizes.

For millennia,
its been
building
for millennia.
History,
building
up over
time.
Mankind’s
story
building
in the ruins
of time.
Digging.
Digging deep
finding layer
after layer
of mans
ancient
realities.
History
of man
building
in the soil.
Layer after
layer.
History.
History, being
buried one
layer
upon
another.
Crushing
the past
as it builds.
Much never
to be seen
again, ever!
Digital.
Digital history,
building up
layer after layer.
Digital relics
buried deeper
and deeper.
Crushed.
Crushed by
sheer
volume.
Pushed deeper
and
deeper.
Deeper
into cyberspace.
More and
more digital
history
building,
layered
deeper and
deeper.
Some.
Some
to be
discovered
by
digital
archeologists.
Most, never
to be
seen again,
ever!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

Howl.
Into the
night, howl.
Howl.
Howl.
Looking out,
out into the
abyss.
Since the
first twitch
life has been
vocal.
Howling into
the dark.
Searching
for others.
Primal
at first.
Desirous of
contact.
Desirous of
knowledge.
Wanting to
know,
to know
what’s
out there.
Wanting to
know,
who’s listening?
Who’s
listening to
the howl?
Who will
Respond?
Silence.
Nothing but
silence.
No one is
listening.
No one will
respond.
We howl
into emptiness.
We howl at
nothing.
We are
alone.
Alone
in the
void.
Alone
with
ourselves!

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed
to be who we are to be?
Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say?
Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.
Everything about me genetically controlled.
My height, my hair, my eyes, be I black, white, yellow, brown, or my personality, not requested,
we’re out of my control.
What part of me is really me?
What part of me do I actually control?
What does mean to be me?
Where I was born predetermined,
was I born German, Italian or English no choice did I have.
The culture I was born into Arab, Jew determined my enemies.
How much was in my control?
My religion given to me, an accident of birth.
True enough, we have some voice to modify but most of it given to us.
The story’s been written, all the players designed and preprogrammed.
The role I play on the grand stage of life has been determined by someone other than me.

What we
see.
What we
don’t see.
Worldview.
Just
worldview.
Earth
civilizations
spun up
from dust.
Earthly
knowledge,
nothing more,
all from
dust.
Hubris.
Earthly hubris,
unfounded.
All thoughts,
earthly thoughts.
Religious,
political,
philosophical,
societal.
Earthly
­creations,
earthly
inventions.
Creation
as a whole
oblivious,
knows
nothing of
such things.
Could care
less.
In the
end, when
it all
blinks out.
Blinks out
of existence,
all will
be lost.
All, once
again will
be dust.
Dust
as if things
never
existed.
The cosmos
won’t bat
an eye.
The stars
will shine.
The planets
will spin,
as they
did before.
Before
earth spun
into existence.
Perspective.
Hubris
unfounded.

Writhing
pulsating
creature.
Being
unto itself.
Individuals
mere bits,
bits
of the
whole.
Spinning
interacting
pieces.
Pieces merging,
morphing,
evolving.
Changing.
Pulsating
as it goes.
Transcending
time.
Rooted to
the past,
careening
toward the
future.
Humans,
one whole
being,
global
in nature,
scattered,
disconnected,
yet compact
in its
core.
Coded.
Living in
confines.
Bounded
by purpose.
Coded for
time.
Future.
Speeding on.
Always
speeding on,
leaving
all in its
wake

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.

Writhing.
Writhing
mass of
existence.
Experiment.
Global
experiment.
Mixing, stirring
evolving
experiment.
Infinite data
points,
mixing.
Infinite results
undetermined.
Oblivious.
Components
oblivious,
spinning
e­volving.
Outcomes.
Possible
outcomes.
Infinite possible
outcomes.
Infinite
experiments
mixing, churning.
Humanity,
oblivious
cogs
in the
machine.

Human Nature.
Theme.
Writers
intent.
Look around.
Stage set.
Actors in
place.
Script
disseminated.
Action!
Life begins.
All scripted,
designed.
Grand theater
on a global
scale.
Greek tragedy
unfolds.
Human nature
surrounds,
prevails.
Envelopes,
propelling
the story.
Intricacies
abound.
Infinite
ways.
Bound by
human nature.
Human intent.
Limited
story.
Limited
outcomes.
Bound by
human frailty.
Human
ignorance.
Wider story
lies ahead,
but
not yet.
Results
unclear,
uncertain.
Future,
indeterminate.
Human story,
ending blurry,
ambiguous.
Authors
discretion.

Our race against extinction.
We all come from the same cradle.
Though we think ourselves mature.
Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene.
We are products of our environment, fine tuned
to fit the scene. Some are black with ***** hair
designed to mitigate the sun and dissipate heat.
Some are white with flat hair like a rug designed to accentuate
the sun and hold in the heat. One evolved in a hot sunny world
where too much sun and heat were harmful, so the body adapts to better succeed.
One comes from a cold, less sunny environment, so adapted to absorb more sun an retain the heat, both the body needs.
Both simply adaptations to succeed in where they live.
For years and years and still today these adaptations are held against
some, that’s truly insane. Indeed!
We now live in a world full of us in every possible nook.
One small orb in space that we humans habitate.
Much need and want around the world where people suffer and
die for lack of humanity. We spend billions each year on weaponry, money that could be better spent, to protect ourselves from ourselves. Insanity to the brink.
How have we managed to last this long is surly a mystery. Will we grow up in time before we are history?

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.

Subtle.
Alterations.
Synaptic
tinkering.
Through
the eyes
soaking
the mind.
Hypnotic.
Subtlety,
incrementally
pushing the
envelope.
What’s now
normal,
not so much
not long
ago.
Slow alteration,
slight
reprogramming
charts a
new course.
New paradigms.
Mind manipulation,
hypnotic.
Behind the
curtain levers
pulled.
Buttons
pushed.
Puppeteers
dangling
worlds
on a
string.
Eyes transfixed.
Hypnotic.
Information
streaming
altering
controlling
­populations.
Promoting
humanity against
itself.
Refocusing
tendencies.
Biofeedback
effecting change.
Using instincts
to ******,
control.