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?

Beyond the
seeable.
It awaits.
Around
the bend
it hides,
plotting.
Over the
horizon
the trend
disappears,
where
unknowable
resides.
Today,
not
guaranteeing
tomorrow,
not
resembling
the soon
to be.
Travels toward
whistling.
Uncertain
existence,
reality, hangs
in the
balance.
The farther
along the
the quicker
the pace.
The larger the
uncertainty.
The future
beckons.
Increasingly not
mirroring
the here
and now.
Just
around the
corner
and up
the road.
The unknown
contour of
destiny’s
reality,
waiting to
embrace.

We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design.
Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view.
Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible to us, ninety six percent is unseen and unknown.
Science calls the ninety six percent unseen, dark matter and dark energy. They call it dark because they have no clue what either is.
Like the tip of a sharks fin if viewed by the unknowing would give no hint of what's below. Our lives, rules and being are ruled by the tip we see. All that we think we know comes from the visible four percent! A deeper dive would
illuminate ultimate reality, and all that we are and know would change.
It's the blind leading the blind in the world of the visible, and, we can only see a fraction of the visible. What then, in fact, do we really know at all?
When the corporeal turns to dust, when the four percent ceases to exist the ninety six simply ruminates and corporeally manifest itself some time/place else.
This is all just postulation you see, unlike the word of others who'll tell you how things must certainly be.