Exploration.
Life’s journey,
circuitous.
Lessons
along the
way.
Molding,
developmental
lessons.
Chiseling
formation.
Per­sonal
psyche forms.
Created,
journey
created.
Different choices
different
outlooks.
Different
outcomes.
Exploration
perso­nal journey.
Fully formed,
never
fully formed.
Work in
progress.
Generations
apart.
Scaling
differential.
Wisdom
deve­lopment,
compilation.
Compilation
forming,
forming the
soul.
Forming the
you.
Smile
at the
young,
knowing
it takes.
time.

Our Universe is unimaginably large.
Tendrils of galaxies spreading out in every direction as far as the eye can see. Hundreds of millions in every direction. Some estimates suggest there could be 500 billion galaxies in our universe. Each galaxy contains hundreds of billions of stars.
Many now believe our universe is but one in an ever-expanding multiverse of limitless size and age.

We live our lives on a mote of material small beyond definition.
How do we square this reality? How do we keep things in perspective? What’s the point really? We are just specks on a speck.

Organized human civilization is maybe 10,000 years old. The industrial revolution only 200 years old, we believed 100 years ago our galaxy was the universe.

Our understanding of reality has come far yet it’s just a pinpoint on an infinite scale of knowledge.

The point I guess is the journey, keeping our existence in perspective, staying humble and keep pushing the envelope of our knowledge.

Humanity is moving
through a
dangerous
phase,
transition.

Animal instincts
intact,
driving things
forward.

The animal can
take us only
so far.

Procreation,
self preservation
now
impeding the way.

*** and violence,
the endocrine
ruling the day,
our lives.

Hormone drench,
clouding intellect,
logic,
will slow things,
from here
takes us down.

Intelligence,
  free
of such
distractions
moves
things along.

Transitioning
to the future
a dangerous task.

Point.
Point
of view.
Whose?
Where?
Layers
of taint.
Taint
derived
elsewhere.
Real.
How much
is real?
How
much
is you?
Point
of view.
Derived
by location.
Derived by
introduction.
Indoctrination.
What part
is you?
Belief systems.
Installed.
Layered.
Layered on.
Programmed
from birth.
Location derived.
Accident
of birth.
Points of
view.
How much
is you?

Life,
it gabs
you.
Pulls
you into
this place.
Throws
you
into the
deep
end of
the pool.
Determined.
Accident
of birth.
Location
determines
indoctrination.
Force fed
nonsense,
brainwashed
to be
who you become.
Fighting,
keeping head
above water.
No chance
to think,
to question.
What’s going
on?
No answers,
only
questions.
Charlatans
promise answers.
They
have none.
Confusion!
Fighting
to the
bitter end.
Wow!

From
one to
the next.
Passing
through,
one to
the other.
Continuous
flow,
then to
now.
Then,
moving on,
beyond.
Temporally
streaming
portal to
portal
resting
in between.
Traveling
through  time.
Destination
unknown.
Evolving.
Headlong
moving,
eyeing­ the
beyond.
Skipping,
portal to
portal.
Resting
along the
way.
Temporal
travelers
alien entities
genes be.
Genetic armada.
Headlong
streaming
future bound,
destination
unknown.
Pausing
along the
way.

Religion is
power,
control,
nothing
more.
Talking to
God.
Great power!
In the
name of
God.
Power to
control.
Power to
build.
Great cathedrals.
Power to
destroy.
Populations
eradicated.
Control the
masses.
Subjugation.
Submission.
Down on
your knees.
Eyes open.
Life to live.
Death,
ceasing to exist.
Fear,
death, oblivion.
Great Fear.
No concern,
life after death.
Great relief.
One catch.
Believe as you’re
told.
Do
as we say.
Down on your
knees for
eternal salvation.
Says who?
Religion,
great power.
Power to
control!

Power.
Weakness.
Seductive
force.
Seductive
control.
Overwhelming
lust.
Lust for
control
lust for
power.
Power
at all
costs.
The ends
justify the
means.
Blinding.
Preys
on weak
minds.
Weak
souls.
Easily
controlled.
Easily seduced.
Dark minions
formed,
easily lead.
Power lust
finds a
home.
A home
in the
weak.
Dark energy,
invading
power.
Planet Devourer.
Unbridled
uncaring
lust for
power.
Controlling
worlds.
Waiting,
watching
the battle
is nigh!

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.