Simmering on a distant shore, my minds eye floats upon.
Swirling thought upon swirling thought do my reflections grow.
Infinite realms offer fertile grounds to burrow through.
Mountains of realities the minds eye sees one as real as them all.
Traveling through oceans of ethereal thought, swimming through the
infinite, the possibilities the minds eye can see.
Rays of thought pass thru the the mind as rays of light do too.
Reflections on the infinite my minds eye wanders thru.
Accepting what I see, nearly impossible to do.
Impressions of possibilities that boil up, reaching out.
Infinite possibilities bringing closer, I aim to do.
Back I light on familiar ground having made my recent voyage, till
next I float once again through the clouds of infinitely.

Waltz of
humanity.
Spinning.
Spinning
out of the
goo. Landing
on our feet.
Look around
then organize.
Organize to
survive.
Organization
requires
hierarchy.
Hierarchy
requires power,
power to
control.
Humanity
controlling
humanity.
Structures
with controls.
Some telling
others what
to do.
Power to
control.
The few
controlling
the many.
Always, controllers
controlling.
Doing, saying
whatever it takes
to control.
Kneel and bow
do as you’re
told.
Flaw, control
going viral
planet wide
technology enhanced.
Subjugate whole
with control.
Sad times ahead.

Authority.
Power.
Control.
Levels
of each.
Pecking
orders.
Global
Control.
Vacillating
levers
pulled.
­Looking down.
Watching.
Watching
development.
Spacial authority.
Terrarium control.
Observed.
Watching the
watchers
watch the
watchers.
How deep?
How deep
the rabbit
hole?
How deep
does it go?
Levels
of power.
Levels of
control.
Ad infinitum.
Pecking orders
as far you go.

A speck of blue in the limitless black.
The infinite of existence.
All we know so finite.
Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of
the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding.
The fish has not concept of what’s down the hall,
in the next room, what’s upstairs, what’s down the street,
what’s in the next town, next country or on the moon.
Like the fish, we see our world and what our telescopes allow.
Like the fish we know nothing about what’s beyond our vision.
What in fact do we know at all?

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone?
The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know.
Enough time to populate our galaxy they say!
But is this really so?
The elements in our bodies were created in the stars,
blasted into space when they died and exploded.
How long did that take?
The elements then regrouped to form second generation stars to repeat the process.
How long would that take?
Finally enough of what makes our bodies was created.
Planets then formed filled with the materials to create life.
How long does that take?
How many generations of stars to make?
Our sun will die at 10 billion years of age.
It’s now 5 billon years old.
How many generations of stars were needed for us?
We just might be the first.
We just might be the ancients!

Small.
Unassuming.
Seed planted.
Sprouting.
Reaching
spreading
slowly, hesitantly.
Background
development.
Underground.
Slowly surfacing.
Moving
out from
under.
Mainstream.
Spreading
growing.
Faster now.
Interconnections
multiplying
exponentially
multiplying.
Crisscross.
Over,
through,
under.
Total
immersion.
­Grip
tightening.
Squeezing
control,
altering.
Influencing.
Transforming.
Some notice.
Too late.
Invasion
surrounds.
Engulfs
worlds.
Everything
in its
grip.
Bending wills,
minds.
Total control.
Never
saw it
coming.

We are just bags of meat and water.
Then why the consciousness?
Consciousness is indeed a mystery.
Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just
inhabits our minds? Are our minds simply like a radio receiver collecting the signal/consciousness from some other realm?
Where does it go after the meat and water fall apart?
Does it fade into the ether never to be see again, or does it move
on and inhabit another reality?
Some will say they know the answer to that question, but they really do not.
For my two cents, I think our consciousness came to our bodies from another reality and will move on to another when we die.
Maybe I feel that way because it offers me some comfort, perhaps, but I don’t think so.
No one knows for sure, but, I think it is a possibility.

What does it look like?
What does it sound like?
How does it read?
Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created?
Did Isaac Newton invent his mathematics or did he discover it, like one discovers a planet?
Where did the Mona Lisa come from? From some ethereal realm? A dream perhaps?
What did Leonardo tap into to create such a work of art? Would it be appreciated by beings on the other side of the Universe?
Is mathematics universal? Are computer codes? Genetic codes?
Beethoven’s music discovered or created? William Shakespeare, what was he on? Where does the mind’s eye wander to obtain such things?
Will earthly beauty translate elsewhere? Is beauty in all its forms universal, or unique to its origins?
Is simplicity beautiful? Complexity? Are we all beautiful?
Or, Is all beauty simply in the eyes of the beholder?

Why do we feel love?
Do we even know what loves is?
How do you know when we’re in love?
Does anyone really know?
Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years.
Stories, poems, books and movies flood our senses about love.
We are obsessed about love. We are lonely without it and confused when in love.
There is love for your parents, love for your children even love for your pets. But it’s romantic love that fogs up our heads.
Why do people fall out of love? Where they ever really in love?
Is in just about making babies, survival of the species? Is it just about hormones flushing through our systems that riles us up? Is it just about companionship for when we get old?
How many times have you asked yourself or been asked by others,
how do I know when I’m in love? Some have said, you’ll just know it when you are. Never really understood that reply. A better answer I think, if you have to ask you’re not in love. Sorry but that’s the best I can do, after that it’s all up to you.

What kind of God would treat us this way?
In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found.
In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play.
The ancients believed the gods in Olympus or Valhalla were making humans behave either way. Moving us around as marionettes on their stage, using us as their entertainment or fight as their slaves. We were just pawns with no say in their game.
The never ending battle of good vs. Evil.
The gods on Olympus and Valhalla are no longer there, no gods to push us around, yet we still behave as if they are there.
What is it the motivation then that has us act out? Who sets the rules for the games that we play? Is it simply genetics that make us behave as we do? Some are born evil and some are born good, just as some are born blond while others brunette.
Are we powerless to act in any other way, our programming prearranged for our part in the play?
What kind of God would have us behave in such ways? Genetics it seems is the programmed force here at play. Survival of the Species is the name of the play.
Only in conflict does the the species survive and progress. Humanity moves inexorably forward on the back of genetic duress, because, what kind God would treat us this way?

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop in and out of existence.
Reductionists will tell us all we need do is understand these subatomic particles and we'll understand everything.
But I wonder if there's more out there than meets the eye.
Mathematics for example, the language of the universe. Was mathematics invented or discovered? Was it always out there just waiting for a brain of sufficient size and complexity to tap into its realm. This seems to be the case. Would E=MC2 be true here and one billion light years from here? I think so. The question is then, what other realms might there be awaiting discovery when a brain of sufficient size and complexity comes to be? We'll need to grow one or make one to find out. What interesting times await.

Why do we exist?
What’s the point really?
Are we here to have fun?
Are we here to accomplish something?
Are we here to hurt?
We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then
chug along as the conveyor takes us for a ride to eventually tosses us off the other side.
Along the way we are taught things, we are told to do things, we
learn, we work, we play, we suffer loss, we laugh, we cry, we love and we hate.

Along the way some help others some hurt others. Some cheat, some lie, some step over others, some give others a helping hand.

Some think at the end of the ride there’s a reward or punishment for
how we behaved. Some think life is a test.

Some are afraid the end means just that, the end, once tossed off
we cease to exist our conscious evaporates into the ether.

No one really knows for sure. Some will say they know, but they really do not. Seems to me, if, at the end, as you’re about to be tossed off you can look yourself in the mirror and know you left the place a little better than you found it, then the ride had purpose it had meaning.

That should be reward enough.

What do you believe?
Why do you believe it?
How did you learn it?
Who taught you?
What where their motives?
Ideas not men rule the world.
Some believe in religion, some do not.
Some believe in life after death, some do not.
Some believe in reincarnation, some do not.
Some are Hindu.
Some are Christians.
Some are Buddhists.
Some are Muslim.
Some are Jewish.
Some are Taoist.

There are hundreds of religions on this planet.
Some are monotheistic.
Some are polytheistic.
Some believe in only a force.
Some believe the universe itself is alive.

In the past, some believed earth was the center of the Universe.
Some believe “God” made man in “his” image.

There are many belief systems on this world.

Humankind has always been parochial in its thinking.
Believing they are the center of things, thinking they have
It all figured out.
Truth is, they can’t all be right. Odds are, none of them are.

Why do we suffer?
What's the point?
People are born with terrible conditions,
live lives of torment and pain.
Die painful horrible deaths.
Why?
Why would a God created such conditions?
To teach us lessons? Seems cruel I think.
Wouldn't there be kinder gentler ways to get the job done?
Couldn't God create a world where happiness, peace and tranquility abound?
Must we suffer to prove something to warrant nirvana?
God made us, why so imperfect then?
What's the point?
Is the game rigged for some others to watch
be entertained ?
Seems cruel don't you think?
What kind of loving god would treat us like this?

Humankind has been grasping for knowledge from
the beginning, fear of the unknown was always forbidding.
Why does the wind blow?
Why does the sky crack open with light, sound and fury?
Why do the oceans roil with such anger?

How does the unknowing mind handle such things?
Gods is what we said. It’s gods that make all the unknown knowable.
This work for us, it help it makes sense.

As time went on we learned things, we learned why the wind blows,
why the sky cracks open with light, sound and fury,
and why the ocean roils with such anger.

As our knowledge grew the gods began to melt away, so now for many at least there is just one.
We have gathered up great knowledge over time and have eliminated many gods along the way.
One big question we’ve not yet answered is, were do we go when we die?

A great unknown to be sure. God is the answer for some.
It helps them make sense.
God is the one!

What is it that gives some people power and others none?
Why is it some use power to hurt while others to help?
Why are some imbued with a will that can dominate?
Using it as a power to keep people subdued.
Power can be peaceful.
Power can be a war state.
There have been those with such will and power they jolted the world.
Why do humans abuse power, use it to subjugate?
Whole societies use it to keep ” lesser born” in place.
The power to evil is easy to see, killing millions
to rule the world.
The power to peace and kindness can also be abused, witness
millions being slaughtered in the name of God, religion and peace.
Power to gain riches at the detriment to others.
Look to the school yards to see some pushing others around musing
they will be different when they’re grown. They seldom are!
There have been some who give up earthly possessions to move the
needle toward love and understanding, but, they are few and far
between and even they can be taken down.
Most feel better when others fail, makes them feel superior somehow.
Wisdom and maturity is the key to turning things around.
Humanity has a long way to go before both will be found!
Lack of maturity and wisdom could be the great filter that takes us all down.

Down through the millennia grand armies have marched across plains of destruction.
Battle cries forever lost in the ether, spilt blood absorb and recycled. Names of the warriors forever lost, unknown to the future.
Civilizations have come and gone some never being known to modernity.
Important men striding the halls of power, controlling all they see, self impressed with their prowess. Brass knuckled business men climbing over and knocking down others any who got in their way, power at all cost.
Men gnawing their way to the present, leaving blood and destruction in their wake.
Where do such men go from here? How will their aggressive tendencies translate in the world of hyper-technology?
Will it propel them to the stars, or blast them into oblivion?
It's the toss of a coin I think.

As the world
goes insane,
I look within.
Maelstrom
surrounds,
I look within.
Turn off the
noise,
quiet the sound,
settle
the mind.
Quiet vistas
abound,
within.
Whole worlds
await.
Turn off the
noise, settle
the soul,
within.
Infinity
awaits
reflection
exploration.
Outside
spinning,
overwhelming,
yet quiet
within.
Moving serenely
one place to
the next.
Visions,
infinite visions
to reflect.
Away from
the din,
preferable place.
Away from
the racket
I’d rather be.
So much
to wonder,
so much to see.
Calmer reflection
of all that
could be.

When I was a young man I chased them by the score.
They were fast, young and lean.
Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game.
Procreation, I was playing with biology's rules.
I cared very little about much more.
They were young soft and smooth yet firm all the same.
No wrinkles could be found on these young goddess.
My hormones run amok, logic and caring little found.
Notches in the belt was all that mattered.

As I grew older my demeanor changed, became seasoned with age. The shallowness of hormon drenched youth was replaced. The women slowed down and wrinkles could now be found. But I saw something different now, something I did not see before. The eyes, it was in the eyes that I knew. Like me getting old, mortality taking hold.
We are all on the same path leading to an end. The journey was the same, the fear and the pain all the same, in fact kindred spirits were we. The sexes no different in this respect. The beauty that can now be found in the eyes, the smile and the sound. The beauty inside is what my maturity found, I grew to appreciate a woman, for all the universe is in her heart.

We look,
we see,
we wonder!
I wonder.
I wonder
why
I’m here.
I wonder
where here is.
I wonder
where I’m
going.
I look
all around.
I look at
creation as
it is.
I can see.
I see, but
don’t
understand.
I don’t
understand
most of
what’s seen.
I don’t
understand
all of
what’s unseen.
Gods we
create to
explain and
comfort.
Gods
an invention
to get
us
through.
Gods, an
invention
to get
us to
immortality.
Then,
the
gods
will
fade
away.

Wonderment.
What’s
going on?
Why
anything?
Limited
capabilities.
What’s the
point?
Why bother?
Wonderment.
Wonderment
with the
unknowns.
All around
infinite
unknowns.
Looking
out.
Reaching
up.
Infinity
all around.
Unknowns
all around.
Every
direction.
Shear
wonderment.
What to
do with
micro time.
A micro
time
called
life?
What
to say?
What
to do?
Sing.
Dance.
Paint.
Write.
Create.
All, in
an ode
to a
gift
called
wonderment.

Words,
packets of
thought.
Bullets
of meaning.
From mind
to mind
transversed.
Greatest invention.
Without, others
never
to be.
Words
as weapons,
power to
lie, destroy.
Words
as medicine,
power to
heal, comfort.
Words
as art,
power to
engage, captivate.
Words,
power to
mislead,
manipulate,
control.
Vigilant,
always vigilant
with the
power of
words.