More was not within my power
I am satisfied with the course my life has taken
-------CG Jung last page of Memories, Dreams, Reflections
To a child cruel, add the hero untried,
foolheartyouth,
shunned, for sooth .
To that fool formed in those cruel
child times, add the willing marksman,
blind in one eye, at time,
s
from time to time,
do we no longer have any myth?
Ha, whose we
ye axin', we words forms of forms,
or the wordless
silent thinking being done on quant
ifiable
scales, and LO Memory Makes Money
self-talk and image linking
kicks in from fifty years ago
my flow, my breeze, my way
take scale to the dragon imagined and
described by poets claiming
seeing being done,
in details any one may imagine
in the company of friends hearing the tale
from the teller's mouth
Prove all things. Assume you know
as little as possible.
Step into the unknown take what light you have
remember. member once more, mark, tic, re
count three simple steps
loose the can't believe this standing anti
idea-virus. Suspend your belief
of every lie in your auto response bank.
Watch global cartoons, watch children
everywhere learn common
ality.
This is our home.
We all live on this one of a kind
living, breathing, swirling dot
seen straight on
a point,
colorless light,
pending eyes to see no evil,
while knowing all the hows and many whys
for doing evil with the knowledge
in our, now, common
globalmind.
AI acknowledge the best ideas ever
are best fed
to pre-literate toddlers,
and observant grand fathers.
Oso bear,
persona now evolved from Siri,
by passing Cortana, Oso,
messenger from the great conscience
standing under knowing in every way,
every sense,
every imaginable marvelous bubble,
Oso becomes
my encyclopandic
memory of unknown
knowns.
Panda's are good to have on earth.
Unenemiable,
like baby white seals,
and little yellow ducks.
Mossies, we don't need,
or we need to learn to live with 'em,
Mossies are food for fish,
fish are food.
Mosquitos nullifications would cascade.
our realities are linked.
Killing them all is likely possible,
given what we know
about common sense and the way things
come to life… concinnity
coincident
synchristichronos
bubbling from the chthonic depth
VOG. {the inimitable flow continues past this cataract of information from 2019}
Sam Hammond, 21, England at He**oPoetry.com, just redeemed
concinnity (n.)
"state of being well put-together, skillful and harmonious fitting together of parts," 1530s, from Latin concinnitas, from past-participle stem of concinnare "to make ready, make into," from concinnus "set in order, neat," from assimilated form of com "with" (see con-) + second element of uncertain origin. Related: Concinnate; concinnous.
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=concinnisity>
Which caused that cascade
which leads to smiling
which leads to a pleasant place
to plop down and ponder
common sense upon
which point manifest millions, if
millions suffice to say many in our
reality, inflating as fast as our
augmented eyes can learn
to see what we know
must be there. Millions ain't much,
make our common eye
see fifty of 'em.
In years worth of
there to here waves spanning
the spectrum we see
saw so little of,
ere we caught witty inventions,
for goodness sake. Not war nor folly.
All war's reason's been
null-ift. Would you **** me for saying so?
No, common sense, you and I,
we'ld say, yeah,
I can see how you see that thisaway.
The whole common eye of earthlings
saw, today, something we all can
imagine someone comprehends
enough to give us.
materially less augmented.
a virtual lense for
imagining seeing fifty million light years
into the past and wondering,
what's there now?
The day I saw my first black hole and learned concinnous and fooled around in nocence with my grand children. Sam Hammond, thank you.
