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!

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.