Here.
We are
here.
Don’t know
why.
Don’t know
how.
Fear.
Fear of the
unknown.
Fear.
Eyes opened
seeing.
Believing
needing,
following.
Unsure.
What to do?
Who to
listen to?
Who to
trust,
believe?
Who knows
anything?
Charlatans
all.
Knowing nothing.
Game.
All just
a game.
Power.
Control.
Looking
listening
learning.
Knowing
nothing­.
Why?
Why anything
at all?

We are here.
Of that there
seems
little doubt.

Why, or how
there seems
much doubt.

Some say it's due
to the
divine.

That, to me
seems like a
punt.

Humans have
always
used gods/god
to explain
the
unexplainable.

Gods are a
throwback
to ancient
times, used
to comfort
and explain.

Many still cling
to this idea,
an ancient idea.

Might there be
a different
explication?

Might we be
eternal
beings?

Moving through
different realms
of existence?

Learning as
we go.

Checking out of
one,
moving onto
another.

Keeping
Immortality
fresh and
new.

Why not I say.

So, live this
life to its fullest.

Then,

get ready for the next.

We are mere children of the void.
Specks on an infinitesimally small mote in limitless space.
Lost by size, overlooked by indifference. A universe indifferent to our existence. The stars will shine, the planets will spin regardless of our future.
We are children who have a high opinion of ourselves, think we talk to God. Presumptuous beyond belief.
Yet, we are children on the verge of a pivot of unimaginable scope into infinite knowledge or total oblivion. It all hangs on a thread. The next few years will determine if we all slide into the depths of non existence with nor a sigh from the universe, or transform into the Seers, watching the birth of intelligence on a galactic scale. What a pivot indeed!

Future you
changes
everyday.
Who you
become,
who you
will be is
fluid.
We,
control the
future,
our destiny.
Every choice
made creates
a new
path, a
new
future you!
Whether
you be
rich,
whether
you be
poor,
whether
you be
alive
whether
you be
dead,
depends on
choices.
There is
a path for
each and
every one,
paths
that
lead
to fortune
or
to failure.
Choose
wisely.
Your future
depends
on it.

Choreographed.
Designed.
System
in place.
Rules
to follow.
Accepting
the stage.
Parts to
be played.
Parameters,
lanes to
be observed,
traversed.
Designated.
Substrate,
maze
engineered.
Appa­ritions
injected,
game
begins.
Outcomes
limited
yet infinite.
All seems
normal.
Anything
but.
Define
normal.
Normal
here.
Normal
no­w.
Normal
then.
What else
is known?
How else
to believe?
Choices
what choices?
Choreographed.
Playing
the part,
enacting
the role.
Living
on a
pebble,
stage
in a
limitless
void.
Caught up
in the
play.
Accepting
the role.
Questioning
naught.
Dancers
on the
stage,
following
design.
Spinning
to the tune.
Choreographed!

The spirt Of
Christmas.
Secularism,
leaning away
from religion.
Do not know
if there is
a god.
I believe in a
great maker, but
don’t believe
humanity has
a clue.
Yet,
Christmas Spirit.
What is it?
I feel it
in the warm
glow of
Christmas lights
on the tree
and
throughout
the house.
I hear it in
Christmas carols
playing softly.
I sense it
in the
cracklings
of the
Yuletide log.
I remember it
fondly
as a child.
I experience it
as gifts are
lovingly
passed around.
Life can be
hard.
Life can be
cruel.
But,
Christmas spirit.
What is it?
I do not
know.......
But,
for me
at least
life
would be
a little bit
colder
without it.

The clash.
Biology
calling the
shots.
Moving the
animal.
Moving the
animal in
the intended
direction.
Coding irresistible
forces, forcing
compliance.
Intricate dimensions
to the process.
Process of
control.
Planting the
seed of
irresistibility.
The scent,
the look,
the sound,
the movement.
All, finely
tuned.
Finely tuned for
maximum results.
Millions of
years in
the making.
Love, affection,
what to make
of love and
affection?
Surly different.
Beautiful things.
Things to
cherish.
Things to
hold close.
Things that
make life worth
living.
Things that
help control
the process,
grease
the skids,
move things
along.
Generation
to generation.
The subtlest
control of
all.

Clay.
Clay People.
Malleable.
Time/location
sculpts.
Shapes.
Forms.
Dictates.
Anyone,
anything.
Easi­ly
manipulated,
controlled.
Time/location,
determines.
Determines
what
we be.
Who
we are!
Hunter/gatherer.
Greek
Philosopher.
Knight
in shining
armor.
Astronaut.
When and
where
determine.
Accident
of birth!
Language
spoken.
God
worshiped.
Nationality.
Location,
ord­ained.
Accident
of birth!
Time and
location
dictate
terms.
Clay People.
What are
Clay People?
Who are
Clay People?
Who are you?
Well,
that depends.

The hands
spin.
Every day.
Day after
day they
spin.
Relentless.
Morning.
Noon.
Night.
Relentless.
Planet spins.
Relentlessly
it spins.
Time
spinning,
fritting it
all away.
Can’t be
stopped.
Can’t hold
the hands.
Impossible to
hold the hands,
stop the clock.
Impossible.
Monotonous,
relentless,
regularity.
Grabbing 
­by the scruff,
dragging 
all along
for the ride.
Spinning faster,
the hands
spin faster.
Furiously
spinning.
The ride will
not stop,
will not
stop
till the
end.
Then
it happens.
The hands
seize,
stop spinning.
Time’s up!

We are
all
tightly
wrapped.
It began at
birth.
We are
born with
tendency,
but the
wrapping
begins at
birth.
Like an
Egyptian
mummy
the world
begins to wrap.
As the years
go by the cocoon
thickens.
Depending on
where you were
born will
determine
the essence of
your cocoon.
We are so tightly
wrapped we
are blind to
reality.
All we can see is the
wrapping that was
layered by the
community
we’re born into.

We all need
to break out
of the cocoon,
see reality as
human unity.
Humanism
leads us
into the
future.

All we
do,
coded.
Society,
civilization
all
predetermined.
How we
behave
all
coded.
Everything
we do,
everything
we think,
coded.
Within
the code
we live.
Outside the
code we
cannot go.
Predetermined
paths,
all by
code.
What we’ll
do,
where we
go
from here
all coded,
predetermined.
Existence
bubble we
live.
Coded for
the bubble
nothing more.

Global
collectivism.
Swirling
thought infection,
swirling thought
evolution.
Cross
pollination
pregnant
with purpose.
Genetics mixing.
Verbal discourse
mixing.
Small or
great
matters naught
mixing.
Creating
different hues.
Different flavors.
Different textures
mixing,
evolving.
More added,
views altered.
Perceptions
changing.
What was,
archaic.
What
will be,
unknown.
Creations,
new creations.
Different!
To what end
different?
Point?
No point!
Performance
art extreme,
till curtain fall.
Nothing more.

Humanity.
Humans talk,
communicate.
Been doing
so since the
first grunts.
For millennia
human sounds
have filled
the airways.
Dissipating
in the wind.
Humanity expanded,
communication
expanded.
Spoken words,
written words,
flying furiously
around the globe.
Communications,
thoughts,
information, most
lost to time.
Some stuck
in the minds
of man
and moved
forward.
Engrams tweaked,
thinking altered.
More people
more words.
Endless
conversations
endless thoughts.
Ideas, thoughts
flying around
the globe at
light speed.
Computers,
Internet,
social media.
Communication
increasing  
exponentially.
Most dissipates
some sticks
gets passed
forward.
Such is the
way
civilization is
constructed.

Different.
Things are
different.
Like never
before.
Connections.
Like never
before.
Technology
weaving
through.
Touching all.
Like never
before.
Reverberating.
Coursing
through minds.
Influencing,
controlling,
altering perception.
Never be the
same.
Control tightening.
Grabbing the
mind,
the soul.
Forcing
compliance.
Subtlety
forcing
compliance.
Global influence.
Global control.
Tightening its
grip.
Levers of
control
toggled.
Toggled
by the
few.
Awesome power
like never
before.
Compliant
sheep.
Compliant
herd.
Like never
before!

Some say we live in a computer simulation.
A simulation run by others further along.
Our sentients is just as real as theirs.
“I think therefore I am.”
If this is true, what do we do?
Some interesting possibilities could be true.
Could we live simulated lives ad infinitum?
If simulated here could we be simulated anywhere?
Could this be a game and we’re judged by results?
Could there be consequence for how we behave?
Could Heaven and Hell actually be real?
Might want to plan accordingly.

Concrete Jungle
Animals abound.
Wild kingdom.
Survival.
Fighting for
survival.
Laws of
the jungle,
embedded.
Embedded
within every
fiber of
being.
Savage
being.
Coded for
survival.
Instincts
evolved,
battling
to survive.
Killing to
live.
Enter
civilization.
Cooperation.
Building.
Abandoning
th­e jungle.
Enter the
jungle.
Instincts remain.
Primitive
instincts.
Rules of the
Jungle
still reside.
Dwell within.
Transition,
moving through.
Jungle
rules.
Rules of
civilization.
Clash.
Out of the
jungle
into the
Jungle.
New
global
jungle.
“Civilized”
jungle.
Predators
abou­nd.
Instincts
intact.
Savage
the weak.
Instincts
die hard.
**** or be
killed.
Instincts
intact.
Outcome
in doubt.
Time grows
short.
Transition
unsure.

Ether-space.
Writhing
stew.
Mixing
potential.
Bubbling.
Boiling
s­ubstance.
Boiling
uncertainty.
Quantum
bubbling.
Budding.
Budding­ off.
Passing
through.
Seeping,
filling
the mind.
Like water
into a
well.
Seeping,
filling
permeating
the mind.
Coalescing
taking form.
Mental conduit.
Ether to mind
formulation.
Imagined,
formulated,
created.
From nowhere
to somewhere
ideas arise,
thoughts appear.
Mind to machine
taking shape
forming
creations
sent out
to exchange.
Everything from
nothing.

Humans are animals, same as the rest.
We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do.
What makes us different is what’s in our heads. We think, we plan, we build, we progress.
Human minds have grown to allow us all this.
We are wired at birth, with much have no choice.
Much of our group a composite mess.
Our animal instincts are deeply entrenched.
Civilization evolved to offer guidance and control.
We are in constant conflict as how to behave.
Our biology says one thing civilization says no.
Cats, dogs and chimps have no courts to say they did wrong, it’s instinct that drives them along.
It’s simpler for them.
Human struggle continues from now till who knows when.

Time.
Dropped in.
Conform.
Takes shape,
no choice.
Epoch.
Different,
each different.
Take shape
within.
Flowing,
within.
Believing.
With each
epoch,
conform, live.
No choice,
survive,
adjust, conform.
Shaped molded.
Each different.
Molded by
beliefs, adjusted
by events,
location.
Epoch.
Neolithic.
Modernity.
No different
dropped in
conform, shaped.
Existence, molded.
Epoch!

What
to believe?
What
is truth?
Depends.
Depends
on who
you
talk to.
Different
truths.
Different
lies.
All truth,
no truth.
Small truth.
Confusion.
No one knows.
There is
no truth.
No understanding,
only confusion.
Unknown.
Make believe.
The cards
have been
dealt.
The game
has been
joined.
The rules
not supplied.
Confusion.
No rules.
No truth.
Confusion,
nothing more.

Connection,
vibrations.
Waves of
vibrations,
energy
throughout
existence.
Consciousness.
Music as
consciousness.
Universal.
Vibrations
throughout.
Music
univers­al.
Organization,
conscious
realignment.
Waves of
energy
flowing
everywhere
throughout.
Music,
communication.
Or­ganized
energy.
Vibrations.
Waves.
Music
communication,
feedback.­
Feedback to
creation.
Music,
communication.
Mathematical
language
with everything.
Islands of
consciousness
communicating
with infinity.

Consciousness.
Sentient.
Amazement.
To be.
Accepting
what is sensed.
Accepting
it’s material.
What is
sensed
to be material.
Energy stimulus.
Vibrations.
Universe of
energy,
vibrations,
radiation.
Conscious energy,
interpreting energy.
Knots of
energy being
aware.
Being conscious.
Being sentient.
Interpretation.
Universal
energy organization.
Perception.
Universal energy
never ceases
to exist,
everlasting.
Fluctuations.
Conscious.
Conscious,
fluctuati­ng
in and out,
one form
to the next.
Eternally.
Energy
never dies.
Conscious,
one form
to the next.
Eternally.

Wake.
Every day,
awake.
Daily
routine
is joined.
As if
programmed,
the daily
routine
is joined.
Rote activity
building.
Immersed.
Immersed
in a
deepening
milieu,
a viscous
milieu.
Fixed
in time
and space.
Accelerating.
Existence,
observed,
complex,
accelerating.
­Little time.
Little to
contemplate,
life’s river
too strong,
too fast.
Interactions,
convoluted,
confusing.
Surviving.
Surging forward
tumbling
along the way.
Light at
end of
the tunnel
fast approaches.
The ride is
concluding.
Contemplation.
To what end?