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

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.