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!

The pettiness of people is pervasive.
Those who feel better when others fail.
Feeling contempt and envy when others succeed.
Reflecting ugliness behind their backs.
Makes them feel better , superior somehow.
People sniping at those after leaving the room.
Talking ugly of those behind their backs, those who cannot defend.
The world is rife with such little people.
Those who manipulate with words and deeds, hoping
to bruise the gentleness of others kindness. Seeing ulterior
motives where none can
be found. Those who stomp on the
hearts of others if their sin is wearing it on their sleeves.
The gotcha society so reflected in today's headlines and the internet.
The world is crawling with little people looking to push
underwater all those who cannot navigate the shark infested
waters of our world.
Take a look in the mirror... not a giant to be found. We are all little people, not a Saint in the bunch.
Much work we all need do.

Easily led.
Eyes pierced.
Mind grip.
Held
tight.
Pouring
thoughts.
Concepts.
Ideas.
Judgment
alt­ered.
Flooding
mind.
Constant
flow.
Technology
formatting
formula­ting
takeover,
control.
Puppeteers.
Key stroke
puppeteers.
Content
controlled,
flowing.
Force fed.
Eyes pierced.
Mind griped.
Sculpting
thoughts.
Shaping
attitude.
Control.
Forcing
op­inion.
Beware!
Look away.
Controlled.
Look away.
Look away.....

It’s all
magic.
All
we know.
All we
think we
know,
all magic.
All knowledge,
magic.
Wand
raised,
spun
and it
began.
All that
happens
magic.
Scurry around
we do.
Oblivious!
Oblivious of
the spell.
The spell
of creation.
The Sorcerer,
plans
unknowable.
Alchemy of
creation.
Everything
spun up
from
nothingness!
Magic of
life!
Each,
magical creatures.
Awe.
The
awe of
being.
Alive!
The magic,
a gift,
a curse.
Everything.

Magic.
Non physical.
Consciousness.
Magically,
thoughts
float in
thoughts
float out.
Where?
What?
How?
Confusion
of
reality.
Mind.
Matter.
Magic.
Beyond.
Beyond
the grasp
of mere
mortals.
Originating
form a
different place.
A different
realm.
Eddies
and
currents
streaming,
bubbling,
absorbing.
Through
the mind
like little
fish in
a stream.
Stream of
consciousness,
meandering,
penetrating.
Coming from
and crossing
back again.
Merely conduits
be we.
Machines
spurned
to action
by little
magic fish.

Personal magic.
Personal
life, existence
magic.
Being.
Incalculable
being.
Taking
for granted
incalculable
being.
Miracle
of being.
Miracle
of existence.
Ancestors.
Countless
generations of
ancestors.
One after
next met,
danced.
Choreographed
dance.
Dance of
generations.
Step
after step.
Move
after move.
Dance of
lineages.
Each step
exact.
One after next.
Magic,
leading to
now.
One misstep
anywhere.
Anywhere
along the way.
No life.
No existence.
Life, personal
existence magic,
incalculable
magic.
Life.
Personal
existence
infinitely
im­possible.
Pure magic.