The
machine,
billions of
years in the
making.
Our very
being
to the
molecular level
fabricated,
wired,
controlled.
Controlled by
the machine,
the system.
Fabricated,
simply
fabrications
are we
by the
system.
Like machines
mired
by the
hardware
influenced
by the
software.
Products
of the
environment.
All we know
programmed.
How we’re wired
predetermined.
Everything
scripted by
the system.
The machine’s
system.
Freedom
an illusion.
All just
components.
Widgets within,
simply
functioning
as designed.

Larger than can be
contemplated.
Older
than can be
grasped.
Encompassing
everything.
Movements
that cannot be
understood.
The machine
controls
all.
What we,
mere specks
call the universe.
The unfathomable,
beyond our
comprehension.
This machine, but
one in an infinite
sea of machines.
How did it
all begin?
What turned it on?
How many
iterations?
What's the point
of it?
Where will it
end?
We, as currently
constituted can
never know.
But,
changes
are afoot.
If we make it
through
what's to come;
we may
finally
come to
know.

The human brain weights three pounds.
The human heart weighs eleven ounces.
Human skin is seven hundredths of an inch thick.
To know a humans mind and heart takes time.
It takes time to parse out the subtleties of their soul, to
know the content of their character. It takes an investment of intellect.
Those who judge a person simply by the color of their skin exhibit no intellect, no intellect whatsoever.

Watch the people.
They are changing right in front of our eyes.
Slowly, incrementally, they’re evolving, becoming something
else, something more, something different.
A new paradigm is emerging.
Not very many years ago people walked down the street looking straight ahead.
Today, they bow at the neck to the new god they made, worship, and are connected with.
Technology, information is now what they focus on and desire.
Soon, it will be connected to them, embedded into their heads.
Soon, they will access the sum of all human knowledge with
just a thought.
Soon, they will communicate without speaking.
The global human neural net is evolving.
Soon, thereafter, it will merge with artifice intelligence.
Techno Sapiens will then emerge.
Where it goes from there, is anybody’s guess!

The Twenty First Century will be like no other.
For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward.
Generation after generation pretty much the same.
Then slowly at first things began to change.
The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump to the Industrial Revolution and now the Technological Revolution. The pace of progress has been speeding up, soon it will be moving at light speed. A compression point will then be reach when
this light speed of change causes a paradigm shift for humanity. Our differences will melt away as not relevant in the new reality. Power brokers will loose control of the buttons and levers they use to control. Humanity writ large will be calling the shots. Institutions of "influence" will be swept away. Greedy power merchants swept away,
never to be seen again. Poverty and illness, swept away. The roller coaster ride is upon us.
Buckle up, it's going to be one hell off a ride.

of our civilization is genetically controlled.
Our two dominate instinctual drives, self preservation and procreation are reflected in our global structure. Our preoccupation with *** and violence, reflected in our songs, our books, our music, everything. Human genetic code is woven into the fabric of society and cultures like a fine tapestry. Nothing done by us has not been written in code reflected back to our eyes reinforcing the script laid out so long ago.
A script forged in the stars, massaged by the software of the universe. The maestro, wand held high conducting it all with ease and grace, leading to a crescendo of unknown time and duration. We all dance to the tune. In this we have little choice. Each step taken to a large extend scripted with some self expression allowed. So dance away and throw in as many unique moves as you can.

Vibrations,
excitation
moving through.
Soaring high.
Fanning
over all.
Over all
to hear,
to feel.
Sad.
Happy.
Emotions.
Ripples
in the air.
Meaning,
interpreted
meaning
as the voice
continues.
Wafting over
rivers, sailing
over mountains.
Screaming
I am here!
Circling reality
spinning through
it all.
Fading.
Soon fading.
Meaning lost.
Lost forever.
Lost to the
void,
as if
never
here
at all.

The
mind.
Like a
well.
Thoughts, ideas
materialize filling
up the
space.
Creative ideas
taking root
grow
leafing out.
Nooks
and crannies
bulging
ripe with
fruit.
Needing
to be
released,
released
to
a different
realm.
Actively moved,
written, brushed,
sung, acted.
Gone,
mind cleared.
Time
now for
renewal.

Look at the
younger.
Look
at how they
operate,
how they
Interact.
Half by
technology
half
by human.
They are
different.
They are
smarter,
with instant
knowledge
at their
finger tips.
They are
different
with how
they see
the world.
The divide
between
them and
the older is
ever widening.
They are like
never before.
It is
different!

Look at
the youngest,
still in their
cribs.
Innocent.
What world
will they
know?
It will
be different.
They will
leave their
older
far
behind!

Thought Machine.
From
out of
nowhere
they come.
Not here
then here.
Pop
into existence
into reality.
Many simply
fade away.
Some become.
Some materialize.
Solidify.
Occupy space.
From nothing
comes form,
comes
function.
Thought machine
peruses the
ether.
Formless
world.
Where
potential,
possibility
reside.
From
nothing
futures are
built.
From the
hands
of humanity
reality
created.
Created
from
nothing.

Time,
a dwindling
commodity.
Precious.
Most precious
of all.
Taken for
granted.
Daily,
increasing in
value.
Increasing in
scarcity.
Slipping through
the grasp.
Cannot
be held.
Cannot
be saved.
Cannot
be controlled.
Relentless
in its
pursuit.
Reaching
for more,
futile.
Looking
back,
squandered,
disrespected.
If only.
Cannot
get it back.
Bane
of the
aged.
Lost.
Daily dissipation.
Pushing
against
inevitably.
Pushing
against
a lost cause.
Time,
a dwindling
commodity,
most
valuable
of all.

What is time?
Is it something we have?
Was it granted to us from the great beyond?
What do we do with time? I mean, we only have so much of it.
Is time an illusion, something not really there?
Are we an illusion, Just a view in the mirror, nothing more?
Are we just shadows on a cave wall, reflections of a different place?
Are we really we or just an avatar of someone more?

Time!
Divides.
Dictates.
Segments
one from
the next.
Isolates
one from
the other.
Epoch to
epoch.
Imprisoned
within,
impregnable.
No escape.
Twain shall
never meet.
Trapped.
No escape.
Live as
prescribe.
Era decides.
Trapped,
no liberation.
Each different.
Accident
of birth.
Accept.
Time
dictates
terms.
Epoch
to
epoch.
One from the
next.
Time
determines
what’s believed.
Time decides
how to
live.
Who to
love.
Time decrees.
Time dictates
when to die.
No choice.
Time decides!

The world is inhabited by us, nearly every nook.
We are afraid of each other.
We have weapons, massive amount of weapons, to protect ourselves from ourselves.
Why?
What are we afraid of?
We breath the same air, we see the same moon.
We all love our children, we all want to live a happy life.
Then why all the weapons? We are all the same really, just one family of man.
This one's afraid of that one and that one's afraid of this one.
The trillions spent on weapons could feed the hungry, home the homeless and take care of the sick.
Our fear of each other is a throwback to survival in more difficult past times.
Those times are gone.
It's time to grow up.

Toggle
flipped.
Spark of energy,
program
ignited.
Universe born
time flashes.
Universe begets
others.
Huge numbers
sparking into
existence.
Waves moving,
universes born,
live, fade away.
Left in the
wake.
Frozen
in place.
Fade into
deep time.
Program
expanding
beyond
time and space.
Who, what
flipped the
toggle.
Irrelevant!
Ancient beyond
knowledge.
We, mere
by-products.
Flotsam,
left
in its
wake.
Left to
simply
fade away.
Frozen
in place.

Become.
What?
What we
become.
Past
evolved
slowly.
Generation
after
generation
much
the same.
Eons of
sameness.
Verbal
generation.
Information
mouth
to mouth.
Generation
to generation.
Predictable.
Acceleration.
Slowly
speeding.
Slowly
accelerating.
Information
at light speed.
Change
now a blur.
Civilization
flying
at light speed.
Change
once
generationally
now daily.
Uncertain,
completely
unpredictable.
Humanities
organization
forever altered.
Future
Cloudy.
Unrecognizable.
Everything
unrecognizable.
Light speed
changes.
What
once was,
never
again.
What
will be,
beyond
scope!

Into the
world
tossed.
We are
tossed.
No say,
no say
at all.
Landing,
eyes open.
Anywhere,
anyone,
anytime.
No say.
Tossed
into reality.
How many
times?
How many
places?
How many
challenges
to face,
endure?
How many
lessons
to learn?
How much
suffering
to overcome?
To what ends?
No say,
no say
at all

We enter the scene but do not hang around, shortly back into the ether we bound.
We are just flesh and bone, in the end just ashes and soot is all that is found.
It’s what we leave behind that may make a difference, that may make a sound.
It is ideas that remain after we are gone, it is ideas that can make the world go around. It’s what we think that matters, that may be profound.
The measure of us is not we existed, but what thoughts and
ideas did we bring and expound. What ideas did we sow and which ones took root? These are the ones that get passed around.
Riches acquired mean nothing in the end, it’s what’s in our minds that ultimately transcends.

Time to
go.
Time is
short.
A new
home awaits.
The voyage
will be long.
Very long.
Longer than
life.
Longer than
many many
lives.
No choice.
System failing,
star is failing.
Solar system
failing.
No choice!
New home
the destination.
Saving the
species.
No choice.
Arks set sail,
thousands set
sail on the cosmic
limitless black.
Limitless
black void.
Millions
set sail to
a distant
new home.
Millions ensconced
in a virtual place.
Living in
stasis.
Nestled in
an embracing
sarcophagus.
Living countless
existences.
Oblivious of
the journey.
Oblivious to
where they are.
Millions of years
to transit.
Time loses
meaning in
the void.
Waking
at destination
seemingly
moments to
transit.
Time means
nothing
in the void!
Home!