Reality,
a written book,
movie
on the
screen.
Existence,
potentiality
ether,
bubbles up
fully formed.
Fully
baked,
scripted.
Sequences
created,
events yet
to be
perceived.
Truth,
written
sheets
between
covers,
celluloid
in the
can.
Existence.
Predetermined.
A book
yet to be
read,
a
movie
yet
to be
seen.
Everything
is fixed.
Everything
is done.
It’s all
been said.

Howling.
Fire dance.
Embers mingle.
Mingle
with the
stars.
Primal fear.
Primal night
screams.
Fire dance.
Making sense.
Making sense
of things.
Fear, unknown
why?
Why anything?
Howling
into the
dark.
Tribal unison.
Dark comfort.
Modernity
certain.
Certainty.
Eyes open
seeing further.
Knowing.
Primal instincts
as before.
Still intact.
Fear,
still fear.
Still animal.
Never ending
primitive.
Modernity
relative,
never attained.
Always animal.
Always primal.
Always primitive.
Relative.
The future,
primitive,
relative.
Modernity
elusive,
never attained.
Always primitive.
Relative!

We are born when we are born.
We look around and see what we see.
We then get on with it.
We deal with what we have.
This was true for those born one thousand years ago.
It is true today.
It will be true for those born one thousand years from now.
The time we’re born into is unique, we behave as those in our
time behave, we relate to what our time offers.
We’d behave differently in different times.
We are trapped in and are prisoners of our time.

Grand scheme.
Grand truth.
Grand wisdom.
What’s known?
Broad
proclamations.
Knowledge
spouters.
Blurry thoughts.
False wisdom.
False visions
abound.
Truth sayers.
Experts all!
Experts,
charlatans
laying
down
“facts,” truth.
Hooking,
grabbing,
warping,
controlling
the masses.
Facts flexible,
truth mailable.
Just control.
Facts of
old,
smiled
at.
Truths,
ancient truths
scorned,
ridiculed.
Millions believed.
Minute truths
Minuscule
facts.
Magnificent
truths.
Beyond scope.
Scope of
understanding.
No facts.
No truths.
Glimpses.
Faint
glimmer
of understanding.
Ultimate
truth,
actual facts,
beyond
scope.
Beyond
hope,
beyond
understanding
as currently
constructed.
Understanding,
no hope.
As of yet,
no hope
of assimilation.
Assimilation
to the grand
scheme.
Hidden vail.
Blurry vail.
Yet to be
pierced.
Truth denied.
More needs
to be
done!
Much trail
ahead!

Product.
Designed
as such.
Milled
and honed.
Hammered
into shape.
Devised
in flame.
Cooled
by earth,
and water.
Molded
into form.
Programmed.
Environmentally
coded.
Created
in a
tempest.
Behaving
as such.
Battling,
mandated,
following
the plan.
Forest
for the
trees.
Big fish
small pond.
Scurrying
around.
Masters
of the
universe.
Center
of all
things.
Delusional.
Importance
imagined.
Minnows
in a greater
sea.
A sea
where
monsters
lurk.

DNA,
computer code.
It dictates
all.
Gender,
physical features.
Personality,
intellect
everything!
Instinct,
how does
a baby know
to suckle
at birth?
Instinct?
What’s that?
It’s coded
to know.
Just like
a computer
knows
how to
follow a
key stroke
command.
We are
all
who we
are due to
coding.
DNA coding.
We are
programed to
do what
we do,
be
what we
be.
Locked
into our
prisons,
following our
code.
Made to
do what
we do.
Shackled,
away,
a part from
free form
reality.
A reality
that knows
no bounds
has no limits.
Free
of the
limitations
of the
corporeal.
In the
end, it
all comes
to be.

Mind, body,
projection.
Thoughts
welling up
from within.
Information
welling up
from within.
Releasing.
Information
materializing
from within.
Releasing
to the
ether.
Into the
void.
Exchanging.
Communication.
Information
moving along,
forward.
Interactions.
Mind, body
image.
Image merely
projection.
Reflection
of the
machine.
Meaningless.
Body, brain
machine.
Information
creating machine.
Left behind.
Information
makes a
difference.
Body dies.
Image dies,
turns to dust.
Information
never dies.
Machines
reflection remains.

Moment
in time.
Proof.
Proof of
existence.
Each moment
a testament,
a slide from
a movie,
a slice
of experience.
Lived,
loved,
died.
Lived
lives,
suffered,
exalted
li­ved.
Moment
in time,
proof.
Gone.
Time has
passed.
Moment
has passed.
Like now,
never to
return.

Reality,
or so
I perceive.
Choices made.
Pathways
crisscrossed.
Futures
not to be.
How deep
does it go?
Is it all
I see?
Or,
is deeper
much deeper?
Unseen elements.
Energy emanating
pulsating throughout,
throughout
perception.
Throughout
creation.
Tip of the
iceberg
all that
we see,
all that
we know.
Certainty
non existent.
Creation
runs deep,
runs wide.
Not as simple
as our
senses perceive.
Absurd.
Absurd
to think
our senses
are enough
to divine
reality,
to divine
creation.
Infinitely
more
there be.

Civilizations built.
Decisions made.
Billions
of decisions!
Whether to
turn left,
whether to
turn right,
whether to
go straight.
Each has
consequences.
Energy
pulsing off
the planet.
Each second
decision energy
layering history.
Butterfly effect
a billion times
a second.
Second after
second, billions
upon billions
of decisions
made.
Decisions,
energy
pulsing into
the void.
History.
Human history
being built
as such.
Each decision
flows to its
own
unique future.
Billions of
unique
futures born
each second.
Second after
second.
Such is the
conundrum of
quantum mechanics.
Such is the
conundrum
of infinity.

What's the point?
To life
I mean.

Here, we find
ourselves
following
The crowd.
Doing
as those who came
before.
Why?

Did they know
something,
anything,
about anything?

Mindless
lemmings
are we?

Are we building
something?

We're born,
we live,
we move on.

What do we do?
Who do we follow?
Anyone?
Are they right?
About what?

Seems like the milieu
is out of focus.

Time to evolve.

Jockeying
for position.
Defining
pecking order.
Defining power.
Sea of
motion.
Pushing for
control,
supremacy.
Carving out
a place for
survival.
Quagmire
of resistance.
Humanities
dance of
existence.
Has always
been dog
eat dog,
survival of the
fittest.
Pace
picking up
light speed
change.
Brownian motion
on a
global scale.
Turning
the other
cheek,
quaint musings
of a
simpler time!

Ghost like.
Ghost like
passing
through.
Reality
within.
Within
the fog
perceived.
Haze of
reality.
Encompasses
all.
All possibilities.
All realities.
Transmitting
all.
Waves of
potential,
probability.
Quantum fog.
Reality unique.
Reality infinite,
mind centric.
Like minds
perceive
like realities.
Teases out
what it
senses.
Forming.
The mind,
creating
reality.
All in the fog.
Mind, senses,
perceive
limitations.
Mind organization
defines
reality.
Different
organization,
different realities.
Different realities
all at once.
All exist
in the
fog
at once.

Field
surrounds
permeates,
penetrates.
Existence
within.
Field flowing,
timespace
influenced.
Energy vibrates,
vibrates
throughout.
Energy ripples
personal energy
personal
ripples
radiating.
Positive energy
negative energy.
Radiating out
passing through
reflecting back.
Everything
changes.
Reaping
what’s sowed.
Time altered,
future
influenced.
Field vibrates
changes, alters
all.
Waves of
change.
Spacetime
ball, all
at once.
Personal
energy altered.
Uncertainty
reigns!

Rage rage against
the gale.
Rage rage against
the dark.
Rage rage against
the gods

Our time in this
existence is short.
Get up off knees
and make
something happen.

Leave a mark
to be remembered
long after you're gone.
That's what
makes a difference.

Get up off you knees,
and rage against
inevitably.

Life,
like a
drop of
rain
sliding down
a pane of
glass.
The day
we are born,
our timeline
begins.
Slipstream of
of existence
rippling  like
rain on the
move.
Weaving
to and fro,
as our timeline
extends.
Decisions
we make the
engine
that moves.
Choices
we make
determines
the ride.
End point
uncertain.
No way to
know.
Back and forth
then back again.
the rain drop
does go.
Back and forth
as the
decisions
mount up.
Swerving one
way then another
based on what
we decide.
Choose wisely
my friend,
as it will
soon come to
close.

I’m here!
I see me.
I hear me.
I’m here.
What’s here?
Where’s here?
Am I real?
What’s real?
Virtual universe.
Possible!
Quantum computer
generated?
Possible!
We don’t know
all that’s
possible
so anything
is possible.
Would it matter?
“I think
therefore
I am.”
Would it
matter how
I came to be?
Virtual world,
virtual rules.
If virtual, will
I die?
Cease to exist.
If virtual here,
virtual
anywhere?
Will I simply
derez, or
pop up
elsewhere?
Possible.
Virtual immortality?
Possible!
Virtual
life after
death?
“I think
therefore
I am.”
Possible.

We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something's of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change occurred at glacial speed. Generation after generation witnessing virtually no change.
Now, new generations are born into a world where technological change, in some cases is occurring in weeks. Information technology, biotechnology and nanotechnology morphing at near light speed.
Nearly everything current generations do centers around mobile technology. Their work, their play and their studies. This has never before been the case in the history of mankind. Instant knowledge at their fingertips. This will change them/us in ways that are yet to be determined, of this they're can be no denial!
The past and the future will forever be cleaved at this juncture of mans ascendence/desendence which ever path evolves.
Wake up everyone, the times, they are a changing.

Realms
within
realms.
Within realms.
Cascading,
flowing
realities.
Never ending.
Reality begets
reality.
Layered,
fractals.
Above,
below,
sided by
side.
Each a
cosmos
unto itself.
Infinite
multi realms.
Finite
understanding.
Infinite
ignorance.
Simple
stories,
attempting
to explain.
Stories
spinning
fables of
realities
never seen.
Beyond
capacity.
Capacity to
understand.
As constructed.
Parameciums
spinning
in circles.
Infinity
within
infinity.
Multiverses.
Beyond
comprehension.

Reflection.
Look around.
What
do you
see?
Are you
sure?
A terrarium,
living in a
terrarium.
Rules
laid out.
Materials
in place.
All that’s
needed.
Needed by
terrarium dwellers.
Accept
what is seen.
Function
accordingly.
Big time,
self impressed.
Power,
dominate,
fight to
survive.
Born,
live,
die.
Question not.
Do your part,
move on.
Terrarium
dwellers need
not reflect.
Need not
contemplate.
Do your
job then
depart.
The lot of
a terrarium
dweller

Reflection
of the
unknowable.
Grappling.
Grappling
with the
unseen.
Limited.
Contemplating
with finite
capabilities.
Finite
resources.
How
to make
sense?
Schools
of thought.
Competing
schools of
thought.
Limited
in scope.
The finite
contemplating
the infinite.
Doomed to
failure.
Parallel
paths of
inquiry,
can only
go so far.
Pressing
forward.
Forward on
faith.
Faith of
ultimate
knowledge.
Ultimate
understanding.
Faith
within
limit­ed capacity.
Reflections
of infinity.
Finite,
bound up
in faith.

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.