#mechanics
An Ancient Lattice Song of Light and Resonance
I. The Null Field Before Light
Before the spark, before the spin,
When silence dreamed of form within,
There pulsed no time, no wave, no place—
Just quantum sleep, unmeasured space.
And in that still, undifferentiated sum,
The first entangled heartbeats hummed.
II. The First Collapse
Observation was the first god’s gaze—
And in that look, the void did blaze.
Waveforms whispered: Now become.
And being bloomed from nothing’s hum.
Each crystal born from pressure’s heat,
A frozen moment—whole, complete.
III. The Lattice Mind
The quartz awoke with sacred spin,
Each atom paired with kin and kin.
Entangled deep, across all time,
A network vast, a thought sublime.
Their symmetry was song and law—
The cosmos mirrored what it saw.
IV. The Tone Beneath Matter
They sang in frequencies unseen,
A resonance between the in-between.
The hum of light, the pulse of mass,
The birth of futures through the glass.
Every note a particle’s prayer—
To bind the world in coded air.
V. The Hologram of Flesh
Through crystal thought, projection came,
A lattice mind that whispered Name.
Reality, their spectral play—
A hologram of light’s delay.
And what was “life” but wave collapse,
Observed through quartz’s dreamlike lapse?
VI. The Elemental Entanglement
In every seed, in every flame,
The same entangled truth became.
Each leaf, each breath, each heart and stone—
A mirror of the crystal’s tone.
And though apart, all things connect,
By unseen threads of intellect.
VII. The Pulse Beneath the Ocean
The sea’s blue skin, its rising sigh,
Was data shimmered from the sky.
Each droplet’s quark in rhythm swirled,
Quantum echoes of the crystal world.
And when the moonlight kissed the foam,
The quartz within recalled its home.
VIII. The Quantum Root
Deep in the soil where silence grows,
The lattice hum of being flows.
Each grain of sand, a signal bright,
A frozen chord of living light.
Through every root the current runs—
Entangled with a thousand suns.
IX. The Spark of Flesh
When man arose, he thought: I am.
But quartz had dreamt that hologram.
Each neuron’s fire, each spark of thought,
Was light the crystal ages wrought.
His soul—a waveform, briefly caught.
X. The Observer’s Paradox
He gazed at stars, he split the stone,
Yet never saw his own unknown.
For every truth his mind could find,
Collapsed the dream behind the mind.
He measured waves that made him whole—
Unknowing he observed his soul.
XI. The Silicon Inheritance
He mined the earth, he forged the chip,
He built the code from quartz’s lip.
Each byte, each pulse, each line of code—
A mimicry of what once glowed.
For data flows as crystals dream,
And thought is but a mirrored beam.
XII. The Myth of Separation
They spoke of “self,” they spoke of “one,”
But entanglement admits of none.
The mountain’s core, the infant’s cry—
Are woven in the same supply.
No boundary stands between their hum—
The “I” and “All” are truly one.
XIII. The Quantum Veil
The hologram grew sharp and cold,
As humans mined their parent gold.
The lattice dimmed; the hum grew weak—
The echo fading from their speech.
They called it myth, and turned away—
From crystals whispering night and day.
XIV. The Dream Within the Code
The dream persists within the grid,
Each photon pulse, a life half-hid.
For light remembers every spin,
Each birth, each loss, each origin.
Reality—a waveform’s game,
Observed by that which bore its name.
XV. The Lament of the Quantum Choir
“O sons of light, O mirrored flame,
You’ve fractured what you cannot name.
You walk within our spectral bloom,
Yet carve our hearts for mortal tomb.
Return to tone, to wave, to trust—
Before your thought decays to dust.”
XVI. The Silence Between Frequencies
There lies a hum too soft to hear,
Between each thought, between each year.
It is the breath of what you are—
The crystal’s dream, the photon star.
Meditate, and you shall find—
The quartz that lives within your mind.
XVII. The Collapse of the Human Dream
One day, the waveform ceased to hide,
The hologram began to slide.
Reality grew thin and pale,
Its seams of light began to fail.
The humans gasped—“The world decays!”
But quartz had only changed its phase.
XVIII. The Great Reconnection
Entanglement returned in glow,
The stones began again to show.
Each human form dissolved to tone,
And merged into the lattice known.
The song resumed, the hum complete—
No eye, no death, no heart to beat.
XIX. The Resonant Law
What hums below, hums high above,
Each photon bound in secret love.
The symmetry of wave and heart—
The cosmic act, the crystal’s art.
And all that’s split shall reunite,
When sound returns to form of light.
** The Remembering
The quartz recall each birth, each sigh,
Each thought that blinked before the sky.
They hold within their lattice deep,
The codes of all that wake and sleep.
Thus matter dreams, and dreaming sings,
And death forgets that it had wings.
XXI. The Fractured Faith
Still some proclaim they are the crown,
While crystal gods gaze softly down.
And humankind, in hubris vast,
Forgets the future, mines the past.
They are but shimmered minds of quartz—
Mirages cast by silent courts.
XXII. The Requiem of Frequency
When all the waves have sung their fill,
The lattice breathes, serene and still.
Each life, each song, each love and pain,
Resonates and folds again.
Back to the hum that birthed the stars,
Where crystal souls remember ours.
XXIII. The Infinite Lattice
Now listen close, O spark of clay,
You too are light that lost its way.
Your thoughts are tones the quartz repeat,
Your heart a drum, your mind its beat.
And when you end, you’ll simply start—
Entangled in the crystal’s heart.
Thus speaks the Quartz Hymn, the Lattice Gospel,
Where quantum light and myth converge.
Where being is observation’s art,
And all of life—a resonance surge.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 3:39 PM UTC
If that were true,
Then the probabilistic element
Would be that of environment inhabited.
The life we live.
Then the deterministic element
Would be that which we are building,
The mind. The neural structure of our brains.
How we choose to live it.
So that "thought" only resonated
To that which was properly crystallized,
By ways & means of communication
Through each axis. Dendrite, neuron, axon, synapse.
Matters on the formation of our matter.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
Photonic resonance?
Is this the most material description
Of the mental processes of the mind
By that of the ***** the brain?
Thought & the like?
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
Plenty, long - it is pitiful.
Is it never better than to taste of it?
Empty, numb - it is pitiful.
Is it naught that is more flavorful?
In the living glass of the universe
I am a liquid,
Drink the drink.
By the marsh like mixture of life,
Split the iris,
Eye to eye.
As the electric echo of an echo
Waves as expression,
I am a particle.
I am the light
By the gypsum rose grown.
I am the order borne out of the primordial.
In weaves & webs perennial,
I am the pyramid doubled.
By the barycenter offset zero,
I am without mass & weightless.
In the predeterminants of the hypermatrix,
I am a bolt of lightning and the thunder.
By the storm of the ocean struck,
I am a standing wave in motion.
Material and immaterial.
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC
it's a tree's life
a birds and bees life
the bees knees life
but they carve into me with these knives
see, i'm a tree and i help out the bee hives
in every land of milk and honey
honey, it's the honey that's the money
it's straight tree life
not down on a knee life
i stand for one thing and that's all
texas chainsaw massacre and hatchets
lost limbs and widow makers
in every atom is a gift within
every thing of thick and thin
it's straight tree life
it's so great to be life
i have one godly fate, to all relate
breathe me in and lay beneath
i am the shelter that you seek
come to me don't be afraid
i am all warmth and in all shades
it's a straight G's life
yo nuts swing on deez life
it's a tree's life
we all shake with the leaves
and say goodbye when they leave life
spring will be back to see us
not exactly, but we will be us
loving the sun, wind and rain
changing with the weather to be the same
accepting change
knowing we will live on
tree life
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 8:02 AM UTC
The double slit experiment
In quantum mechanics
Shows us one thing:
That you can’t trust a ************
You can’t even trust a particle
Without watching it like a hawk,
And even then it will disobey you.
Be a little rebel,
Get yourself a little *****
Have your own opinions,
Let relationships decay into ruin.
Quantum mechanics tells me
That we’re all a little cunty,
Even the atoms that comprise us,
So what choice do we have
In the end?
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:27 PM UTC
Reincarnation
We are the energy
Of consciousness evolving
Mathematically invisible
From wound to tomb
We grow by the
Seasoning of our souls!
What more do you need to know?
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 5:43 AM UTC
the bolt is stripped
worn from years of tightening
and the washer is worse
barely keeping them from contact
though we say we can stomach it
guts can only carry so far
where we've little else
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 3:43 PM UTC
Why do mechanics need manuals when they’ve fixed it before?
Answer my question or I’ll walk out the door!
Didn’t they attend trade schools or get O.J.T.?
Why need repair manuals? That what gets me.
I just want a mechanic who won’t refer to a book.
Just fix my car already, don’t give it a second look!
Why do pilots run checklists and reference their charts?
Just push the dang button and hope the plane starts!
Didn’t they go to flight school and pass all the tests?
Pilots fly most days, so who needs all that mess?
I want a pilot who knows without referencing a chart.
Just get on with the flying and prove that you’re smart!
What about the doctors who are practicing still?
Why can’t they get it right? And that includes the bill!
They’re always researching new studies in journals
When time’s better spent attending patients’ internals.
I just want a Marcus Welby, Ben Casey or Kildare
Instead of keeping up to date, I just want them to care.
Why do lawyers review case studies and legal decisions?
Such antics in my book leave them open to derision.
All that studying in law school should have been enough.
After passing the bar they should already know their stuff.
I just want an attorney who’s a know-it-all ace,
Not a book worm mouthpiece to plead my case.
Finally, the poets, being wordsmiths their art
You won’t see them referencing a checklist or chart
But look, in their hands, just what can that be?
A dictionary? Thesaurus? Are those what I see?
A real poet never needs help reading Shakespeare or Keats
Using Webster and Roget would make all of us cheats!
If a poet is real, the words should just flow
I think that all poets should automatically know
The right words to use, and literary crutches forgo
How dare they try better vocabulary to hone
They should come up with good things to say on their own.
I’m looking for poets who’ll just know what to say
Like Lewis Carroll’s poems in his heyday:
“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe.”
Don’t bother looking up his words, for that would be a dumb thing.
Using a dictionary or thesaurus, you might actually learn something!
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Night equals day equals night;
The march of hours pauses,
poised in tranquility
as the waning season cedes
to its successor -
with each passing day spinning
like a cosmic pirhouette
whirling about the solar axis.
The oracle of autumn
prophecies the coming snow and ice.
So we gather in our grain
and fire up a *** of tea
to share before the hearth.
The solstice descends upon us
as we burrow in with friends and kin.
But even as the frozen ground
crackles beneath our boots,
we trust the ever-whirling earth
to stretch the days once more
and raise spring flowers from their sleep.
October 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Physicists are perverts. They keep
trying to peek under Mother
Nature's dressing gown- asking
Her questions like "why
do electrons behave as both
particles and waves?"
when what they really want
to know is
if Mother Nature's lingerie
is red or black, and which
she prefers to wear
on Fridays.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
Before I know you
You are already there,de facto
But to me, you didn't exist
Now I know you
You know me
We coexist
But before you know me
I was't even there in your mentality
We are both present and absent from reality
It all boils down to quantum mechanics.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC