Prove, prove, prove
think, think think a little think at
Build me a death star, you shall not surely die.
Ah, hero, take your role. This is your page, this age
of mobiusish objects we make
using imaginary morsels of
the substance of things
Science of space and times remembered,
Hopf-phor uni-ometry in our augmented mind,
forming forms, take shape,
form in the image of "the cloud"
where lay the
base of con
Meatmind, the brain-gut-outer-inner portal
from which flow
empty thoughts from
the pineal core click sig
drawing measurable infospheres
using big ears
as a bit of an esteem antenna on boys who
saw themselves as goofy a rascal as Alfalfa
and Alfred. E. and Barrack, the drone thrower
of the twenty-first century, one of the
last to unbelieve the reasonable
lie behind war,
per se. Disperse the leaven, dust in the wind,
Alls we are, all ye, all ye, ours in free flow
fractal feeder of new knowables as we ever learn
time as a tool empowers our progress to next, that's all.
sistancy, resist the urge to wield words worn smooth
reflecting any context, as if it were
now, the meaning in the word. I say pray, you say "Our Father"
I say ask, you say what. I say, For the answers you hope to have
being as you are. On Point. I made a point.
Or arrived at this point.
the tree of knowledge is at least as fractal as an oak.
Inside out being in the jello universe of knowns,
good and not, all jigglin' in time,
sort it out.
Start where your treasure is. Nullify the evil clinging to
your horde 'pon which ye sit,
sweep the ashes from the last burnt bridge
over this edge, to the flow below.
You sweep slow in jello, but sweep into d'flow
is what is done wit ashes here.
Pile some stone here. Then give 'em all yo bitchinmoans,
for the peace their balancing at your finger tips
gives you, in real life,
take it. Now, go be.
The Physics of Spirituality | Nassim Haramein with Vishen Lakhiani youtube,
take it with a grain of salt and a thoughtful puff or two.