Look inside.
Open up
to the core.
Bone, blood
flesh
and more.
Look into
the organs,
heart, liver
kidneys
and more.
Look behind
the eyes,
brainstem,
cerebrum,
cerebellum
and more.
All looks
the same.
Where are
you?
Where can
you be found?
Where
is your
uniqueness?
Where is your
essence?
Where
is your
soul?
Look everywhere,
look very hard.
Nowhere to
be found!
Receiver,
your body
just a
receiver.
Your essence,
your soul
beams in
from a
different place.
A place
from
beyond.

How to
explain,
understand?
What
makes sense,
seems logical?
What level
of understanding
even possible?
Models needed,
scaffolding
required.
Required
to build,
hammer out
understanding.
Needed to
explain what
is seen,
and unseen.
Needed to
make sense
of it all.
Models drafted.
Builders built.
Ideas developed,
evolve to
explain.
Explain reality.
Competing
models developed.
Broad spectrum
of thought.
All incomplete.
All full of
holes.
All interpreted
from minimum
data.
All doomed
incomplete,
destined to
fail!

Information,
data flowing.
Flowing
through my
being.
Invisible hands
working my
mind,
Kneading
like clay.
Shaping,
forming what
I think.
Formatting
how
I think.
Information
invasion,
out
to capture
terrain,
territory.
Coursing
the folds
of my
mind.
Capturing
the ripples
of my being.
Homogenization
of thought
globally.
Power of
information.
The power to
control,
brainwash.
Brainwash
all who stare
too long.
Too long
into the
abyss!

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.

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!

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.

The world slows down.
That’s a good thing.
Priorities change, also good.
The rat race fades into memory.
It’s now time to appreciate things.
Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder,
keep their heads above water.
Time for walks with the dog, stoping to smell the flowers.
The body creaks where it didn’t before but the wisdom gain
more than compensates.
Reading and learning still much fun.
Smile at the young ones as they expound, knowing
time and experience mellow their sound.
Enjoy the children, appreciate the miracle, then smile when handing them back.
Reflective walks in the woods wondering what other paths you could have followed. Then realizing though, the one you chose lead you into the woods.
As time passes on and the young ones grow old, it’s important to remember, we had our time, our time in the sun.
Prepare to move on, our time is now done.

Pheromones
wafting,
hormones
charging.
Pulsating energy
abounds.
The jungle
breaths.
Rules apply,
wound inexorably
through countless
millennium.
Firmly ensconced.
Sophisticated
ignorance.
The animal
confused.
Confused
about
its place.
Confused
about what
it is.
The din
of the
jungle
beats within.
The beast.
Humanity
growls,
no different
from the rest.
Pheromones
wafting,
hormones
charging.

A world
spinning
furiously.
Beings popping
in and out
of existence.
Generations
morphing
on the
fly.
Evolving,
changing.
Pulsating
biology,
to an end.
Creating.
Creating something
new.
Something
different.
Laboratory.
Laboratory
mixing, furiously
mixing.
Individuals a
component
of the stew.
Ultimately lost
In the mix.
Soon
something new
emerges,
something new
results.
Something that
will change
everything!

What to

believe?

Who to

believe?

Why to

believe?

Truth is

fluid,

undefined.

Who’s truth?

Lies all lies.

No truth

just opinion.

Uninformed

fluid opinion.

Narratives,

agendas as

truth.

Propaganda.

“Truth” evolves

fluid in

nature.

Old “truths”

replaced.

New “truths”

replaced,

manipulated.

Subjective truths

influence,

control.

Pulled

from the

ether.

Words, just

words.

Meaningless

words.

Words signifying

ignorance.

Signifying

irrelevance.

Ultimately

signifying

nothing

at all.

Molded
like clay
life
will do.
Experience,
the scalpel
that shapes.
Time is the
medium for
the art to
be formed.
All around
can be seen
unfinished
works,
works that
require
much effort
to complete.
Each
product shaped
by a scalpel
unique
to itself.
Finished products
sadly
are never
truly finished
as the
medium
runs out!