The
thinness of
things, of
reality.
Wafer thin.
Perceived
reality.
Depth lacking.
Not
textured.
Awareness
not textured,
not deep.
Not
nearly enough.
Understanding
shallow, limited.
A vapor
in the black.
Little to
work with,
much to
understand.
Primitive nature
governing,
holding
in place,
controlling events.
Unfinished business,
invisible
answers.
Beyond reach.
Easily deluded.
Paper thin the
contest.
Misinformed the
results.

Essence.
Existence
undefined.
What is
seen, not
enough.
What is
thought,
incomplete.
Essence
eternal.
Essence
flows
from one
to the
next.
Essence,
substance
of the
ether.
Dwells
in a
different
place.
Ethereal,
spirit
pauses
for a
time.
Moving
then to
the next.
Realm
to realm.
Never
dissipates
never dies.
Ethereal
in its
existence.
Eternal
essence.

How could
it have
gone?
I see
paths,
so many
paths.
Infinite
in nature.
Twist and
and turns,
lefts and rights.
Fork after fork
choice after
choice.
How
to navigate?
Where to
turn?
Each path,
unique.
Each path
a different
reality.
Different
universe.
Different
endings,
different life.
Choice after
choice.
Many
outcomes
to be had.
God’s
eye view.
All have
occurred.
Infinite lives
lived,
experienced
all!

Some say it all started with a violent explosion, let there be light, a Big Bang. White hot plasma swirling around expanding in an amazing bound. After a while things cooled, came together, began to slow down. Hydrogen and helium gas began to collect when gravity made itself felt. Closer and hotter the gases became then sparked into light as the first stars were found. The alchemy of the Stars then occurred creating all the elements. More explosions, star death spewing the periodic table into space. Again and again the cycle occurred until enough was around. Now planets grew filled with the stuff. Comets asteroids smashing in mixing things up.
Then it happened, no one’s sure how, but life came in with hardly a sound. Life grew, fought and killed to to keep its head up. All along the evolution curve death an extinction can be found. Asteroids crashing in to change things around.
Death and destruction even today, man against man, the evolution of creation in full three D display.

Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically.
It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,
washing away the old world order. What's left in its stead will be radically different. Societies will be rearranged, realigned and in many instances totally washed out of existence. We will communicate wirelessly seemingly telepathically all connected thru the web. The global brain linking up with artificial intelligence when it arrives on the scene. Countries will melt away as those distinctions lose there meaning. Progress will then be so rapid as to be a blur. We'll explore outer space but inhabit virtual space blending the two in ways unexplainable. A Brave New World indeed.

The debate has been raging for centuries.
Where do we come from?
Why are we here?
Where are we going?
Is there a Creator?
We look around and see created things,
intricate, complicated, sophisticated things.
Creationism, evolution which one is true?
They both are actually.
We were created in a machine we call the universe.
It had the raw materials and the energy needed to produce
the universe we see, including us.
It had gravity, the laws of physics and mathematics, the software needed to organize both. Once the machine was turned on all the elements of creation were in place, it then evolved to now.
Evolution is the tool of the Creator.
The Universe evolved from three simple gases to stars to galaxies to the periodic table we see today.
Life evolved from single cell creatures to the human race.
Evolution is the tool of the Creator.

What will
we do?
How would
we cope?
At home,
myriad ways
to organize.
Unlimited
paths could’ve
been followed.
A decision
here,
a different
one there,
all would
be different.
Different
outcomes
played out
in parallel.
Infinitely so.
Some
unrecognizable.
Some familiar.
When they arrive.
Arrive spatially
from afar,
temporally
or dimensionally.
How
would they
be?
How
are they
organized?
What would
they see?
How would
they think,
relate?
No commonality.
None.
No thread of
connection.
None.
What will
we do?
Evolve!

Everything
will die.
Then what’s
the
point?
What’s
the point
to
life?
Why
life?
Why live
at all?
I
think
therefore
I die.
Was I
here to
learn,
to experience?
Was I
here by
chance,
kismet?
Is my
fleeting
puff of
existence
even
measurable?
Infinity,
time and
space.
I, unmeasurable!
Existence infinite,
as old as
time itself!
I will die,
but,
my existence
never will.

Experiences,
hands
that mold.
Crafting
a life.
Crafting
being.
Years go
by.
Shape
and form
change.
Altered.
Experience
molds reality.
Alters
perceptions.
Changes
the being.
Year after
year the
project
continues.
Building
on what’s
learned.
Building
on experience.
Finish
product
never attained.
Experiences
infinite.
Finished
product
never realized.
Molding experience.
What’s known
cannot be
known until
it’s known.
Molding.
Shaping.
Crafting.
A work
in progress.
Forever,
a work in
progress.

Will the Twenty First Century be the end for **** Sapiens?
Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out?
Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years ago in a week. Where does it go from here?
How does a mind that was designed to procreate and survive in the wilderness deal with the ever increasing complexity of the Twenty First Century?
Specialization enabled the dilution of the pressure amongst the inhabitants, but this is being saturated. Machines and computers were able to diffuse the onslaught for a time, but this too is running its course. In fact, these adaptations are now adding to the dilemma.
Psychological coping mechanisms being stretched to the breaking point.
Can humans meld with their technology enabling a quantum leap in coping capabilities, or will this simply drive people insane?
Will we simply off load everything to technology leaving us all free to focus on creativity ignoring the rest?
For us to survive and thrive I think plan B is the best.

Deep within.
Welling.
Welling up
from deep
within.
Conduit of
expression.
Vessel.
Soul of
creation.
From the
beginning.
Countless
souls reaching.
Reaching
out, expressing.
Screaming.
Screaming out
to be heard,
to be known,
to be remembered.
Primordial.
Expanding
from the
deep,
from a
different place.
From a source.
Flowing from
a source.
Conduit of
creation.
Tool of creation,
expressing.
Expressing
creations
deepest elements.
Deepest desires.
Deepest thoughts.
Resonating through
time and space.
Endlessly.
Expression,
soul of
creation.

Eyes,
where
have they
gone?
Fixated stares.
Focused stares.
Mesmerized.
Eyes,
conduit
to the
soul.
Entrance
to the
heart.
No longer
looking out.
Seeing others,
reality.
Cyberspace
holds sway.
Streaming in,
in through
the eyes.
Polluting the
soul.
Corrupting
the heart.
Streaming,
flooding
the brain.
Zombies
created.
Destroying
individualism.
Beware!
Those who
control
cyberspace
controls
the world.
Look away,
before
it’s too late

Technology
erasing,
folding,
shaping.
Viewpoints
created,
cancele­d.
Heads
in the
cloud.
Losing
perspective.
Fading away.
Tech zombies.
Constant
influence
attached
to the
face.
The soul.
Views
erased,
dictated,
force fed.
Brainwashed.
Tech brainwash.
Tech changing.
The few
controlling
the many.
Has always
been.
The few
controlling
the many,
on a
global scale.
Tech zombies!
Beware the
fading.
Beware
the loss.
The loss of
individualism.
Fading to
oblivion.

We see good and evil in our world.
To make sense of it great myths of the light and the dark have been born. Great stories down through the eons have flowed, great battles fought, forever being told. Gods in the heavens, demons in the ground, battling for our very souls, which take us to the next round.
Wars, down through the ages have raged between men, each side believing right be with them, while their enemy’s were the ones with evil intent. This battle rages even today, pitting men against men with both good and evil on display. No one to help us, nowhere to hide.
The time grows short with the weapons we have to come up with answers once and for all. Good and evil do not exist in the sky, do not exist in the ground but in our hearts and minds is where they will be found. Which one is stronger, which will prevail?
We must solve this dilemma as soon as we can, or we will soon fade away down to the last human.

Between.
A time
in-between.
A place
between
darkness.
A spot
of light
where
existence
lay.
Surrounded
by oblivion.
A bubble
of reality,
embedded
in nothing.
Short lived
reality.
Here today
gone tomorrow.
Pool of
moisture
where
fauna dwell.
Trivial
mindless
dwellers,
in oblivion’s
midst.
Drops
of rain.
Manifestations
of probability
nothing
more!

Diffuse.
Expand.
Absorb.
The soul
part of a
larger whole.
Extending through
time and space.
Connects all
to all.
Extending to
infinity.
Listen.
Listen intently.
Clear the
clutter surrounding.
Listen to
the tone,
the sound of
creation.
Creations essence
nested, nestled
within.
All is one.
All is one
with all.
Field of
creation.
Spreading out.
Spreading over.
Undulating
shifting essence
of creation.
Listen,
absorb.
Lessons
within in
and without.
Messages,
subtle messages.
Absorb, grow
enlightenment
awaits.

Blinking
in.
Blinking
out.
Brief
flash of
existence.
Infinite
scales
abound.
Time and
space.
Always was.
Always will be.
Human scale
negligible.
Firefly
blink.
Here today
gone
tomorrow.
Purpose?
Point?
None obvious.
What to do?
What to do
within the
blink?
What to think?
Perspective.
Humility.
Understanding
of scope.
Here today.
Gone tomorrow.
Never to be
again.
Virtual
particles
blinking
in and out
of the
ether.
Nothing
more than
probability.

I
stare,
stare into
the flames.
Mesmerized.
I
hear the
sound of
creation.
The
snap, crackle,
pop of
creation.
I see
embers flying
like burning
stars
spinning
in infinity.
I
see time,
present and
past, while
contemplating
future time.
It’s all
in the
flames.
Parsing
existence.
Turning it
over, teasing
it out.
So much
to
contemplate.
Making sense,
trying to
make sense.
Impossible.
Impossible,
to know,
impossible to
understand
creations
meaning,
its raison d'etre.
Futile,
no way
of knowing.
I stare into
the flames.
Mesmerized!

Bright
beyond
description.
Local
spacetime begins.
Nothing before.
Nothing in
this realm,
others in
numbers
unfathomable.
Dance of
creation,
spinning
into existence.
Trillions of years
in the making,
beginning
to end.
Then,
ultimately,
death.
Local spacetime
freezes in place,
enveloped in
deep time.
Forever!
Progeny
expanding,
growing,
creating new
realities,
new spacetime
apart,
separate from
the rest.
Growing, writhing
life like
in nature.
Multiverse,
fractalverse,
no words
express age.
Mother of
creation
working in
mysterious ways.
Knitting a
tapestry
never ending,
complex
as it is
beautiful.