From the
beginning.
Sentence and
verse.
Forged in
fire.
Forged in
kiln.
Cosmic kiln.
Cosmic fire.
Crucible of
creation.
Story written,
coded.
Sentence and
verse.
Laws and
rules, coded.
Coded
in the
fabric of
creation.
Power,
coded.
All is
designed.
All is
forged.
All is
written,
coded in
nature.
Written
in the
beginning.
Story never
ending.
Infinite.
Infinite in
design.
Infinite in
scope.
Infinite in
sophistication.
Chapter and
verse.
Books.
Never ending.
Infinite stories.
Infinite books.
Infinite code.
Fabricated,
coded in kiln.
Coded in
creation.
Written
in the
beginning.
Chapter and
verse.
Cosmic kiln,
coded
in the
beginning.
Infinite creation.

Strangeness.
Look.
Look around.
What the hell.
What’s
going on?
Accepting
what’s
seen,
what’s said.
Flicker
of existence.
Firefly flash.
What’s
the point?
Screaming
headlong.
Coming
then going.
Doing what’s
told, expected.
Rules.
What rules?
Who’s rules?
Vicious
vile
little creatures.
Thrashing
in the
muck.
Looking
for the
edge.
Swampy
reality.
Sticky gooey
mess.

Straws.
Grasping
at
straws.
Time
immemorial,
humanity
has been
grasping
at
straws.
How to
explain,
understand?
Understand
the place
they find
themselves.
Concepts
from a
mote.
Science.
Religion.
Philosophy.
Attempts.
Efforts
to
under­stand.
Mote concepts.
Mote
understanding.
Working with
what’s
provide.
Limited.
Not up
to the
task.
Ultimate
understanding
beyond scope.
Beyond.
Stories,
attempts,
scaffolding
built.
Grasping
at straws.
Helps.
Helps to
get through.
Helps to
hold on.

Software.
Sophisticated
software.
Beyond
knowledge.
Far beyond
comprehension.
Running,
controlling.
Controlling
all.
Mind­.
Form.
Function.
Everything.
Everything
at the
molecular
level.
Atom level
structure.
Atom level
software.
Fine structure,
molecular
structured.
Subatomic
control.
Flowing
throu­gh.
Each gene
coded.
Coded
through
molecular
atomic
haze.
Atomic level
software.
Spinning up,
up into
genetic
code.
Atomic haze.
Atomic forms
pushing
buttons,
pulling
levers
controlling
everything.

Deep.
Deep
into the
bowels
of time.
Immersing.
Melding.
Sinking.
Submerging,
deeper
and
deeper.­
Futile
attempts
of immortality.
Crushed
by the
passage.
Layer
after
layer.
Sedimentary
time.
Deeper
and
deep­er.
Below,
frozen
time.
Above
fading light.
Digital
artifacts.
Digital
fossils.
Remnants
of reality,
long ago.
Never
to be
found.
Never
to be
seen again

We are so different, but we’re so much alike.
We all look different, but we all look the same.
We all think alike, but we believe differently.
Evil lives on earth but the divine is in play.
We all love our children, but we **** our enemies.
We all live on a speck, but we are so far apart.
We love each other, but we hate each other.
We believe in the apocalypse, but we believe in the future.
Many are happy, but many are sad.
Many have died, but many still live.
The living shape the future, but the dead leave a mark.
Most were never born!
Humanity is a writhing organism inexorably moving forward.
To what end?
Nobody knows, but we are more than the sum of our parts!
We are all one whole!

I
watch,
it shines,
golden in its
reflections.
It
rises, bathing
all
in its
splendor.
I
see it all
clearly now.
Years of
accumulated
knowledge.
A gift beyond
understanding.
Days
flip over,
one after
another.
Speeding up
days
seem to be.
Sunrise after
sunrise,
days
careening along,
piling up
behind.
Looking up,
I see the
source
bright,
darkness
retreating.
How many
more
will there be?
Soon,
sunrise
will end,
darkness
prevails.

Symbol.
Power symbols.
Control symbols.
Symbols to
rally around.
Symbols,
subjugation,
control.
Control
the unaware.
Waving on
high,
those in
control.
Moving the
masses,
distraction,
slight of hand.
Waving the
flag,
the cross,
the apple.
Focus the
eyes,
leading the
charge.
Symbols as
tools, controls.
Focus the masses.
Muddle their
minds.
Control.
Control their
thoughts.
Masses moving
as one,
unison.
Mindless unison.
Symbols,
weapons of
control!

Information
leap.
Jumping
to and fro.
Information,
bandied about.
Moving around.
From
one to
another.
Chemical
reaction
electrical flow.
Information
jumping from
one
to the
next.
From mind
to mind,
from mind
to machine,
from machine
to machine
then
back again.
Does the
information
flow.
Leaping, circling
imprinting
the globe.
Transistors
in the machine
part
of the
whole.
Part
of the
circuitry
deep
in the
soul.
Denser and
denser
packed.
Tighter and
tighter
control.
Locking in
place.
Free will
an illusion.
Part of the
machine......

Synergy.
Interactions.
Touches.
Cross currents.
Stuff of
change.
Lubricant
of
evolution.
Driving
force
moving
forward.
Towards
the future.
Interactions,
change
engines
synergy
creating.
Touches.
Acceleration.
Accelerating
change.
World
full of
touches.
Global
network,
instantly
touching.
Never before
such a
thing.
Global
synergy.
Blinding
change.
Acceleration.
What took
years,
now days.
Faster and
faster
synergy
spreads.
Humanity
hanging
on.
The past
fades.
The future
a blur!

Insidious.
The plan
was insidious.
Used
successfully
planet to
planet.
Slowly
taking over.
Slow
subjugation.
The invasion,
in no rush.
Pieces
put in place
on a
global scale.
Predetermined
embryos,
coded.
Coded instructions,
preprogrammed
to activate when
ready.
Embryos placed
around the
globe.
Thousands implanted.
Born
like any other.
Allowed to grow,
mature.
Ensconced in
every aspect,
every element
of society.
When triggered,
no one
knew.
Positions
of power.
Altering
trajectories,
changing
social discourse.
Moving to
a place
where total
control
was achieved.

Scars of
battle.
Earned.
Battlefield
riddled.
Riddled with
warriors.
Warriors
of life.
Grizzled
veterans
campaigns
being fought.
A slash,
a ****
hidden from
view.
Scars of
existence
building in
time.
Wisdom’s
cost,
high.
Smile,
new recruits
enter the
fray.
Fresh faced,
untested
cocksure
nonetheless,
dismissing
the rest.
What can
they know?
How sure
could
they be?
Fresh faces
and green,
now entering
the scene.
Wave after
wave.
Time after
time.
The games
now begun.
They enter
the battle
expecting the
best.
Life’s battles
rage on.
Scars
pile up.
Warriors engage.
Scars
pile up.
In the end
results
all the same.
Wisdom’s tally
Is high!

Surging.
Tech surging.
Coursing
through
minds.
Inducing minds.
Grabbing.
Controlling.
Altering.
Altering behavior.
Eyes
wide open.
Poison
pouring in.
Technology
pouring in.
Divisive.
Manipulating.
Brainwashing.
Zombie
inducing.
Mindle­ss.
Tech controllers
warping,
shaping thought.
Creating thought.
Beware.
Beware.
Look around.
Eyes
wide open.

Teetering.
Humanity
on the
edge.
Pace has
quickened.
Accelerating
change,
overwhelms.
Inundating
the senses.
Power
surges,
crisscrossing
the globe.
Generations
apart like
never
before.
Fractures,
tears
in the
mosaic.
Old ways,
old thinking
fading
away.
Global
presence.
Global
morphing,
unified
t­hought.
Differences
homogenized.
Independence
discouraged.
Nails
­hammered.
Utopia.
Dystopia.
Eyes
of the
beholder.
Humanity
teetering.
Teetering
on the
edge.
The
edge
of never
the
same.

Tentacles.
Circling.
Squeezing.
Slowly
at first.
Carefully.
Moving
carefully.
Prey
unsuspecting.
Slowly being
ensnared.
Slowly being
controlled.
Global reach.
Tentacles
encircling
the globe.
Nowhere
unobtainable.
Nowhere
out of
range.
Out of
reach
of the
tentacles.
Caressing
the mind
penetrating
the brain.
Corrupting
the soul.
Nowhere
to hide.
Tentacles
overhead,
underground.
Cyberspace
the creature
resides.
Crushing
free will.
Tentacles
networked.
Planetary
web of
control.
Infrastructure
in place.
Ultimate
control.
Zombies
mindless
zombies.
Spoon fed.
Garbage in.
Garbage out.
The few
controlling
the many
has always
been
humanities
way.
Now, however,
on a global
scale.

We Live in a terrarium..
With our lives we scurry around like little ants.
We run to the store.
We run to the Dentist.
We run to pick up the children.
We run to our jobs.
Every day pretty much like the rest.
Some hold out their chest as if they’re
important.
Others think they rule the world, but it’s just a tiny terrarium.

Sense of
size.
Sense of
dimension,
scope and
energy.
Feels empty
yet filled
with energy.
Surging
energy.
Levels
of creation
beyond
scope,
beyond
understanding.
Intellect directed.
Seemingly
invisible yet
everywhere.
Coursing thru
creation’s
core.
Core of
reality.
What appears
to exist,
mere apparitions.
Apparitions of
what truly be.
Apparitions
of deeper
sense,
meaning.
Tip of the
iceberg is
what’s
seen.
Theater
dissipation.
Vaporized
into
deeper things,
to bubble up,
materializing
into
a different
play.

It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions.
Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the whole story, or was most of it hidden from our perceptions? Increasingly questions were being asked. Are we alone? Do we live in a computer simulation, a Matrix? Is there a Multiverse? Parallel dimensions? Quantum mechanics suggested the underlying substructure of reality was just probabilities.
What does that even mean? Are we even bright enough to ask the right questions?String theory, M theory, the theory of everything! What! The Singularity is near, post humanism, immortality. Will people learn to live together or tear each other apart? Are we on the cusp of a golden age or a nightmare? Utopia or dystopia?
Will we ever know the truth?
Yet to be determined

I pray every night, have all my life.
Have no proof anyone is listening, but I hope there is.
It just may be a reinforcing technique, I'm not really sure.
A prayer is a harmless thing hurts no one in its passing.
I've lost faith in any religions, just spouting their propaganda.
Just power trips as far as I can tell.
The few telling the many what to do.
See no reason to put them between me and the creator.
Some say all that we see comes from nothing, a quantum fluctuation that's all.
That may be the case I do not really know, neither does anyone else.
Karl Marx said " religion is the ****** of the people", he may be right but no one can say for sure.
Some say have faith, "God spoke to us, showing us the way".
That may be the case, but nobody knows for sure.
Faith is a funny thing, we can have faith in almost anything.
If there is a creator its intentions is beyond ours to know.
So the best we can do is live our lives, and focus on what we can.
Treat others as we'd like to be treated seems like a good philosophy.
The Golden Rule is simple enough, and seems to make sense to me.

How does a bird know how to build a nest? Does it learn from its parents?
Does it watch other birds? No to either.
Instinct is what is said.
How do baby Sea Turtles know to head for the ocean after hatching? Were they taught? No once more. Instinct once again.
How does a baby kangaroo 2 cm long at birth and blind know how to crawl to its mothers pouch?
Instinct, instinct, instinct!
What is instinct? How can they know if they’ve never been taught?
Instinct is simply another word for programming.
Their DNA is like the software that tells computers and robots what tasks to do. Their DNA is coded for those actions.
The actions they preform is nothing more complicated than that!

Our brains are fragile things, seventy percent which is water,
and It sloshes around in our skull. Sixty percent of the brain is made of fat.
There are one hundred thousand miles of blood vessels in our brain.
The brain consists of about one hundred billion neurons.
There are anywhere from one thousand to ten thousand synapses for each neuron.
The brain weighs three pounds. From all of this emanates our mind/sentience/us. No one knows how or why this happens. The brain takes photons, packets of energy and converts them into the universe. The brain fills in the blanks for missing information to give the mind an organized view. No one knows how this is done.
The brain can create all types of minds some genius some insane and everything in between. Our minds are fragile things. A crossed wire here a short circuit there in the brain can mess up our minds.
The brain is like a projector projecting the mind/sentience/us back into the space it observes. When the brain
evaporates so does the projection? No one knows, truly, what do we really know at all?

Change is happening rapidly.
It will only seed up!
Humanity’s in the grip of explosive rearrangement.
How we handle it will be interesting to watch.
Some will get involved, attach it to themselves.
Others will pull away not wanting to lose their humanity.
Technology will be ever present, taking over our lives.
There will be no escaping it.
You may move to the country in an an attempt to get away.
To no avail. It will find you and absorb you as with everyone else.
The question is, will it be nirvana or will it be hell?
I guess only time will tell!

We are all surfing the wave of time.
In times immediate wake is the frothiness of near history.
Smooths out as the wave moves on.
The wave churns and gurgles as the past is being created.
We the flotsam and jetsam along for the ride.
The wave creates the lives we have lead.
Potential is all that’s in the waves headlights.
Nothing at all the wave moves into.
We all live on the edge of reality and time.

Lives have been lived by millions of people that have been forgotten or worse never known. People that walked our world, looked at the same sun, the same moon that we see today. Lived lives, had families, lost loved ones, held jobs. Their existence forever lost to the sands of time. Blown away in the dust of the winds as if they were never here. Thousands of years ago all over the world little boys and little girls ran and played laughing, their sounds forever lost to the hills and vales of their existence.
From the Yucatan in Mexico to the Fertile Crescent of Mesopotamia, ancient peoples were born, lived and died. We, oblivious of them personally. Yet, we are still connected to them by our hopes our fears, by our love and our humanity. Think of them, about them from time to time, and in a way, bring them back to the land of the living, at least for for awhile.

Into the bowels of my being I go,
searching for who I am.

Far out into the
 Universe
 I search,

as far
as the eye can see.

So many questions
 I have,

but true answers
a rare commodity.

Frustrations mount,
as I search, and
 search and search.

Road blocks abound
as others 
hold up their arms,
defiantly saying no.

Seems insane I think
delving
into infinity
 with
the brain power
 entrusted to me.

Is it simply better to
accept what I see,

to enjoy
that juicy steak?

Or,

should Don Quixote
like I be,
tilting my lance
toward 
 my inner being,

while

defiantly
waving my sword
at infinity?

I depart now
 for dinner
a fat and juicy steak.

But,

I’ll be back, to once again

tilt my lance toward infinity.

was conducted on a global scale,
taking billions of years in local space time.
Mere moments in the time of the Initiators.
Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension.
The simulation experiment would be run in countless simultaneous variations,
the results being keenly noted and analyzed.
The variables in each, some great, some small, would lead
to wildly different conclusions most of which ended baldy.
Some ended, however, with its inhabitants realizing their part in the experiment, enabling them to assist with conclusions.
These outcomes were looked on favorably by the Initiators as it aided to their findings. I wonder which variable we exist in?
Who are we?