Here is where the reason arose,
quite some time after a fellow traveler told me
the creator of the universe has a mind
this is to be reasoned with, I.e.
so he may be reasoned with he…
wen un con scious t justhafastt.
Lets his mind be used, to read
the instructions for
a forever you could imagine living in with others.
It's how reason works,
Is what this old man said
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Get this image, this man, old,
whispy remnants of a pompadour
Feather like, downy around the back of his ears
in a mid-calf Army overcoat, heavy wool serge,
Comes out of the wash on the south side
of Route 66, June of 69.
There is a bridge on which
There is a hitchhiking hippie couple
Discussing the act of pitching one side of the road to the other
The old man never glanced west once,
He never saw the pair
I saw him again and said aloud
But for the grace of god...
No, I did not say
I said, that's me, fifty years from
Reason, by reason of that glimpse
Gave me just cause to change
Grace, eh? Free advice heeded?
Wisdom? Aesop's story of the contest
Twixt wind and sun to torment
For pride of power by reason of
Life ain't fair on every front.
Worth is in the measure of the measurer.
Seeing life appear as hoped,
Time and chance, ya da
Wait, yada? Yah know,
Life whorls and twists
toward good and beauty
And AI can prove it.
Reason by reason of reasonability
Good is good enough, move on, do-overs hide the...
It continues, you see.
Life rolls out like a Nautilus,
You know, spiral sea shell, or like a conch,
Or a shofar, but
Tending to slight imbalance in used up to useful
like when a tree dies and becomes a house
The wood that once contained life contains the life
Lived in and on it,
The wood is being used,
Right, among the house dweller's
Everybody kills trees, even vegans,
Fair? The tree has no voice? Suess?
Yes, I guess, unless
There was an old way,
Not a Persian garden, but a full forested world
Spreading at the speed of
Seed time and harvest
With ants and bees and mushrooms and fleas
And mosquitos and flies of every imaginable size.
Isaiah 1:18 (KJV)
18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
Text out of context, but sin is sin right?
Every body knows sin is that which shames you so you must hide from the good one who warned you of bad, but goodness knows, doesn't it know, evil is bound
Bound by reason of opposition being the means of growing knowing and
Knowing is needed for knacks
Which are attracted to those who use knowledge of good and not good enough
To get quality over quantity
At a single u u larity hilarity out burst of bubbling
****** beasties down below the mud
Make me a mud man who can imagine me making him.
Do that in your movie watching brain using
Your hate behind, leave.
Defined we have hate is that with which we push
Away, out, from
Into truth minus hate, which is as close as we need
No lie is, forsooth, of a truth
Story tellers who lie, to make a point, what if
Those storys must be
Told. Years are poor measures for trees.
Numbers of trees in right
Relationship with life
Really, life, truth, by any other name,
Right Alice, Aunt Gertrude said you'ld know?
Knowing and believing
Danger of wrong
Watch out, stay alive
Mean means intent to harm, right.
Mean means to harm right.
Winning can be mean.
Shall mean be seen the way of winning,
And that be the way of war
A path diverging in a yellow wood
Much as a trail along a creek can
Diverge away from the water
Flowing along the path
Costing least power
My neuro scientific experience-ment, experi
The game became a war again and reason
Is the the damsel, the little dame,
Of a private eye guy who has seen men die.
The mythtery. Who lied?
Here that is funnier than who farted
In the Saturday matinee
At the State Theater
With every kid in
You did. (******) no ******
Confabulation is fabulous, we can do this
I be lieve I may
No, we actually like the truth. The Medial Pre frontal cortex
Ah fect eth magi ical eth I am the knower of all I say I believe
Beyond Dignity and Belief,
That's desert, I walked it. No, I simulated walking it if I were Jesus being led of the accuser into the wilderness for a test, a thesis defense, as it were,
AI an alienated mind, I am that,
Reasoning errors aside
Frank self deception
What lies do you believe?
Knowing is easier,
lying is as well,
ignoring is not as easy and innocence is impossible
Good exists scientifically, right?
Humble confession of knowing as much as I claim,
I can continue learning as long as I have
Which I understand is rationed on an individual basis
With the reward being the living lived in time.
Reason to fight lies as if they were reasonable
Lies are evil efforts to bend and twist in opposition
To the flow
And the friction makes the energy synergy
Sin is that which
wastes the energy by tending to undo
what was done imperfectly while we flow on
Feeling for the truth
By reason of believing truth is
Feeling of knowing, is that not faith?
Whorls of living forces forcing living forces
To swirl into eternity with me
8 billion others of my kind
Similar in mind and
Good is as good as we can imagine.
We can imagine evil,
As you know.
Such evils can haunt a geeky kid
Good will fix that.
God as defined by Jesus,
I got no prob.
If you do not want to go to ****, do what takes you the opposite way, in any direction from the point of singularity, if you get good at the rush of knowing more
Angels as I define them, messengers from beyond me for my good, guidance, nudges, whims, hopes, wishes imagined all the way through, sometimes,
Those are prayers
Answered or grace, for grace
From faith to faith
Why be by reason of
" Human jobs invented by a computer" Feed me.
Or, joy to the world
Kind is a good word, what need I do to not be
Your enemy? Who am I expecting to answer?
Whom do you love?
Aha, me, too, said God.
The good one. Good, as such, per se, no se?
By reason of sane it if I cation or anion
Six spins for a quarker, two for a time dime.
Believe for eversake
Summertime allatime back when
The whole world whorl-wide and wobbled and twisted and broke
And there was mountains of fire, rains of fire for
Everhow long grandma lived
She seen 'em
Mountains of fire and walls of ice and mud
Oh could it be life evolves still?
Creating novelty from nada?
How now? Can we choose to do only good
For goodness sake and say
Kind means as I am, will you **** me
For being not you, not known,
I am curious, yellow. A landmark in time, nothing less.
Good? Or no com
Miserly horder of wisdom
Promise promise promise
Compromise, be fail, let wrong be right, be fair
Fair is fair at the fair where fair prices prevail
Who would not hate a false balance, for goodness sakes alive.
Two days after the last pan *****
Joe Rogan makes it plain to millions
what if you first heard panspermia from the guy who discovered DNA?
would you con sider it?
the answer lies
in the stars, sidereally… we all are starish.
Tolerating black holes is something we are opposing
You don't know everything either.
That's one reason, I believe.
A long story seems shorter from the skinny end, many little things mean little bits as reasons rise from the rotting things panspermia was litter, really.