Future.
Trend of
life.
Decisions made.
Different decisions.
Different trends.
Different futures.
Decisions made,
feed back loop.
Time encapsulated.
The past,
the present,
the future
all touch.
Are all
connected,
interact.
Waves,
vibrations
flow.
Tight bond.
Feed back loop.
Decisions reshape
as trends
play out.
What you
do is
what you
become,
is who you
are.
The future
resculpts
the present,
resculpts
us all.
Choose
wisely.

Unique unto
themselves.
Truths.
All truths.
Amongst
countless
storylines
spread
through
space
and time.
All believed,
all known,
all true.
To them
all true.
Woven unique.
To no one
but them.
Woven special
focused truth.
Our truths
dissipate
devolve
dissolve
into nothing
everything
everywhere.
All the high,
all the mighty
all their
truths
meaningless,
everywhere
worthless
through all
eternity

I was born here.
You were born there.
I was raised here.
You where raised there.
I was educated here.
You were educated there.
I have my beliefs.
You have your beliefs.
We do not agree.
We may go to war.
If I were born there.
If you were born here.
Things would be the same.
We are twice programmed,
genetically at conception and socially by the culture
we are born into.

Energy.
Fields of
reality.
Fields of
energy.
Fields of
truth.
All existence
energy.
Fluctuating.
Uncertainty.
Existence
uncertain,
­fluctuating.
Reality
uncertain.
Truth
uncertain.
All possibilities
exist
simultaneously.
All matter
energy.
All matter
bubbles up
from uncertainty.
Bubbles up
from energy,
uncertainty.
Fields of
uncertainty.
Simultaneously.
All that was
or could
have been.
All that is
now, all
variants exist.
All that will be
exists.
Fluctuations.
All paths followed.
All futures follow.
Existence uncertain.
Conscious uncertain.
Bubbling up
from the ether.
Fields of energy
uncertainty.
All there is,
was and
will be.
Truth.
Uncertain.

Uncertainty!
Long ago.
Infinite time.
Instructions
loaded.
Yet,
uncertainty
reigned.
Undulating,
­probabilities.
Base level
possibility.
Probability.
All arose
from mere
probability.
Never ending
nothingness.
Fluctuations.
Fluctuations
of nothing,
spawned
all.
Laws of
the gods.
Mathematics.
Physics.
Glue of
creation.
Numbers
in place,
align.
Fine tuned.
Exact.
Infinite
attempts
for the
just so.
End game?
None!
The game
never ends.
Simply evolves,
moves on.
Forever.

Understanding.
Knowledge.
The scale.
Knowledge
scale.
Zero to
infinite.
Knowledge.
Humanities
boat
barely
leaving
the dock.
In relative
terms,
scarcely
farther
along than
a salamander.
Yet humanity
ponders,
asking
“clever questions”.
Questions
on everything.
But, working
in a
narrow band,
lacking
the firepower
to ask
the big
questions.
The important
questions.
Narrow
band of
possibilities.
Self impressed
nonetheless.
Rocking
cradle,
mere
babes
in the
void.
Narrow
band of
capabilities.
Groping
in the
darkness.
Not the
slightest  
idea
which way
to turn.
Like a
bug in
a debris
field.

Uniqueness
obliterated.
Ancient
stories
bubbling up.
Bubbling up
from the
distant
past.
Generation
after generation
for millennia
stories pass.
Belief
systems
past forward.
The archaic
sliding
into the
future
through biology.
Biology
the conduit
of ancient
thought,
ancient
belief systems.
Beliefs born
out of
fear.
Born
out of
ignorance,
superstition.
Beliefs
drilled
generation
after
gene­ration.
Little changed.
Nuanced.
Textured.
Rough
hewn.
Unique,
location
to
locat­ion.
Change.
Change of
course.
Technology.
A change
of course.
Melding.
The melding
has begun.
Ideas, beliefs,
melding,
blending.
Global mixing.
Mixing
of thought.
Churning
through
the machine.
No fear.
No superstition.
Isolation
obliteration.
Isolation
mixing
blending
g­lobally.
Uniqueness
of thought
blended.
Something new
emerging,
being born.
Global think.
Techno think.
Utopia?
Dystopia?
Not sure.
Only time
will tell.

Plains of
intersection.
Plains of
uncertainty.
Crossing
dimensions,
realities.
Possibilities.
Re­alms
of infinite
potentially.
Realities.
Infinite
perceptions.
Existence,­
substrate
of the
possible.
Foam of
uncertainty.
Quantum.
Quantum,
realms
of
uncertainty,
truth.
U­nknowing
truth.
Back and
forth.
All from
nothing,
seemingly so.
All from
nothing,
infinitely so.

Sun glistening off the tropical bay.
White cotton ***** float by reflecting Suns rays.
Surf down below melodically soothing the way.
Vistas of ocean from the left to the right,
spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight.
Sea birds floating serenely they glide, making me wish I could
be by their side.
Gentle tropical breezes waft by surrounding and soothing the soul.
Tropical smoothies, frozen delights, smooth out and mellow the ethereal sights.
Sweet Acacia filling the senses with a sweet fragrant glow.
Sunshine, golden enthrall mellows its hues when meeting the ocean a
tropical show. Orange, red, pink explode in the sky. The sun slowly sliding away seemingly steaming on down.
First stars make themselves known, peaking on through till the whole sky blazes with a Milky Way hue.
Evening turns into night and things settle down when the surfs constant hum lulls us all off to dreams..

Sum of
everything.
View of
things,
each unique.
Each different.
Incomplete.
Confined by
experience.
Confined
by the
senses.
Each different.
Within limits
each infinite,
infinite
in possibility.
Infinite potential
within limitation.
All interact,
shaping writhing
existence.
None the
same.
Part of the
whole yet
different
worlds
of existence,
reality.
Same existence,
different realities.

Time, it
moves.
It
moves into
nothing.
Nothing
at all.
Tomorrow is
nothing.
Can’t
touch it,
smell it,
or see it.
Tomorrow’s
just a
concept,
not tangible.
Time,
once past
leaves
vapor,
ghosts
fading images,
feels,
smells of
what past.
Vapors
slowly
dissipating,
losing resonance.
Fading away.
Gone!
Now, an
infinitesimal
moving from
nothing to
nothing.
Leaving
vapor,
dissipating
vapor in
its wake.

We are but vessels of the creator, within, the culmination.
The culmination of the creators experiment. How we look, what color, what ***, what nationality, irrelevant. What we produce is what matters, what we bring to the table. Has the creator produce genius, or madness? What's imprinted into the fabric of spacetime is forever? How will the ledger balance at the end of things? Has the creator been successful or an utter failure? How many times has it all been run before? The puppets will never know.

Music
of the
void.
Sounds
emanating
from the
ether.
Celestial
vibrations.
Vibrating,
uniting.
Uniting
everything,
everywhere.
All connected.
Immersed.
All immersed
in the same
waters.
Infinite ocean
of sound,
vibrations,
music.
Music
of the
cosmos.
Uniting music
vibrates
through all.
Uniting all.
Available
to all.
Available
to all who
listen.
Soothing
the beast.
Easing the
pain.
Listen!

Perception.
View.
Belief.
Developed,
evolved on
this little
rock.
Small view
local perception.
Rhetoric.
Views local,
limited.
Finite.
Finite
infinitesimal
knowledge
formulatio­n
held high.
Held high
as universal
truth.
Truth
shackled by
ignorance
lack of
understanding.
Lack of
knowledge.
Terrarium
creatures
prancing around
spouting nonsense
as truth,
universal truth.
Terrarium
devoid of
understanding,
devoid of
truth.
Left to
its own
devices.

Some say
we live
in a
virtual world.
A matrix.
Our
existence,
digital.
What does
that mean?
We’re not
real?
We’re
not
alive?
I think
therefore
I’m not?
How real
is real?
If virtual
here,
potentially
virtual
anywhere?
If virtual,
virtual
forever?
Life
after death?
Digital rebirth
elsewhere?
Free will
a digital
trick,
a mirage.
Programed?
It’s all
programed?
Everything is
fixed.
Searching,
searching for
the meaning of
existence.
Possibly
no meaning
at all!

Misty visions.
Visions
of what
might
have been.
Foggy horizons,
futures
that will
never be.
Visions
of people
that might
have been,
that I’ll
never meet.
Places that
I’ll never see.
Potentiality
that never was!
Decisions made
paths traversed
that never were.
In a quantum
haze we live.
Potential vibrates
all around.
Alternate worlds
never to be
explored.
In my dreams
I’ve seen a
few.
All the people
I never knew.
I wonder where
I’d be today
if I chose
to go a
different way.

Vivid red barn juxtaposed against a green pumpkin field.
Cloudless sky with bright sun hurt my eyes.
Starkness of the scene burnt into my mind.
Beautiful!
Time passes.
Sun lowers in the sky with fat orange orbs all around.
Bright reds, yellows and orange ornate the trees.
Hayride swinging through.
Artist easel in the field.
A painting just waiting to be alive.
Sun lowers still.
Winter, snow deep, cold white drifting toward the barn, glistening.
Snow Hare tracks everywhere. Black crows in the sky warning out their calls.
Mud season, sun moves higher in the sky banishing the white until next year.
Sun, still on the move.
New baby green in the field reappears.
Cycle continues year after year