Mind, reality
one.
What’s
seen
reacts,
when it’s
seen.
Mental
interaction
collapses
the seen.
Mind to
matter
connections
intertwined.
Reacting.
Observation
collapse­s,
solidifies
the observed.  
Mind matter
unified,
melded
into the field.
The field
permeates.
Meshing all.
Everything
entwined,
fuzzy.
Quantum fuzz.
All is fuzzy,
flowing fog.
Riding
the wave
of reality.
Dance
of the
quantum.
Dance of
existence.

Gazing.
Gazing
into the
night sky,
as billions
have done
before.
Looking into
infinity.
Contemplating
existence,
reality.
Realizing
all on this
mote we live,
confined.
Like a prison,
confined.
A prison of
thought.
Colloquial
in nature.
A prison
of reality.
Civilization
as is confined,
confined
by primitive
instincts.
Primitive
knowledge.
Knowledge
derived in
insignificance.
All that is
known dwarfed
by all that’s
not known.
Dwarfed
by everything,
everything
out there,
way out there.
Ensconced in
our cradle,
part of the
whole.
Yet, like
fish
in a bowl
knowing
not much of
anything!
Humbling
it be.

Spinning back.
One to
the next.
Back
into time.
Generations
past.
One to
the next.
Blending
one to
another.
Similar,
not much
apart,
one
to the
next.
Not much
changed.
Not much
different.
Thousands
of years
one
after
another.
Next up.
Generations.
Pivot point.
Different.
Moving
forward
different.
Nothing
the same.
Moving
forward,
Light speed
change.
Nothing
familiar,
nothing
similar.
Nothing
the same.
Will never
be the
same.
Change
at the
speed
of light.
Ever accelerating.
Nothing
familiar.
Unscripted.
Unrecognizable.
One
t­o the
next.
Unrecognizable
blur,
future.
Struggling
to adapt,
understand.
Civilization
on the
brink.
Globally
linked.
Individualism
gone.
Travelers
forewar­ned.

Back in time.
Staring back
they are.
Wondering
about the
ancients
they do.
Wondering about
those who
came before.
Deep history
exploring.
Digital
archeology,
searching.
Searching
for the
Genesis planet.
Ancestor programs
churned by
quantum simulators
looking.
Looking
for probable
origin
scenarios.
We who
are here,
now.
Lived
long
long
ago!

Traversing the hills,
caressing the trees,
gently swirling the scene.

Life's medium moves, ebbs
and flows surrounding all
with subtle sensation.

Moving all with jocularity.
Ripples across an endless water.
Lifting wings, sailing seeds.

Consistent, generationally
reminding life of its existence.

Mankind began as a troop animal.
Living amongst its own kind.
Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna.
Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled down. Small wandering groups became small farming villages. Small farming villages became larger farming villages, then small towns.
Small towns became larger towns inhabited by hundreds.
Larger towns grew to small cities inhabited by thousands. Agriculture and technology developed to sustain and enhance such growth. Cities evolved into city states, then becoming small countries inhabited by hundreds of thousands. Finally today we have countries inhabited by hundreds of millions.
All along this path battles and wars, killing millions along the way, till today we have weapons that can wipe out us all.
The salvation of mankind and the natural progression of things is global organization, global integration.
The globe is being wired with its own global neural net, a global brain if you will. One world controlling itself.
One world that will not nuke itself! The salvation of us all.

God no God!
Battle rages.
Some say
yes.
Some say
no.
What’s
the point?
Who cares?
No one
has proof,
no proof
whatsoever.
No proof
either way.
“Faith”!
Faith
is a
weasel word.
What’s
said when
there’s no
answers,
no proof.
God, no
God.
Who cares!
Is God
really
about the
here and
now?
Or,
existence
for eternity.
Humanity,
more concerned
about living
forever
than
dealing with
current
reality,
the world
that’s
occupied
now?
Afterlife?
Who cares?
No one
knows for
sure.
Humanity
has much
work to do
now.
Much work
to make
now a
better place.
A better
place
for all.
Some believe.
Some do not.
No matter.
When it’s
all said
and done,
eternity
will take
care of
the issue,
sorting
things out
once and
for all.
Not giving
a hoot
what was
believed
or not
believed.

Cosmic impression.
Mind imprint.
Deep
connections.
Consciousness,
intelligence
weaves throughout.
Embedded
deep.
Deep
universal
consciousness.
Web of
awareness
encompasses
all.
Everything.
Everywhere.
Every time.
All
entanglements.
Complex
gossamer
connections.
Each a bit
of creation.
Each
connected
to all.
Energy
coursing
through
Tapping
the flow.
Feeling
the surge.
Surge
of creation.
Surge
of
understanding
permeates.
Pure
understanding
accessible.
Sense it,
feel it.
Listen.

Grid.
Systems
in place.
Circling
the globe.
Overhead.
Underneath.
All around.
Grip
tightens.
Mind
grabbing,
strangling
the soul.
Free will
denied.
Canceled.
The grid
reaches.
Reaches
into the
mind.
Asimov’s
Mule.
Altering
attitudes
kneading
perspectives­.
Grid
flowing into
the mind.
The soul.
Freedom
of uniqueness
crushed.
Single pane
of glass
information
flows.
Soon,
to be
installed
direct.
End of
the past.
Designer
of the
future.
Brave
new world?
Indeed!

Firmly griped.
Griped
in what’s
around.
Griped
by the
code.
Where
we are.
Internal
instinct
gripping
what is done.
Programmed.
Coded for
function.
Controlled
by code.
Do what’s
done, coded
as such.
No way out!
No way
out of
determinism.
Predetermined
from the start.
Coded
from
inception.
Illusions.
Merry-go-round.
Everything
a merry-go-round.
Spinning.
Relentlessly
spinning.
Going nowhere,
simply in
circles
as designed.

Grumpy Old Men.
Always wondered.
Grumpy
old men.
Where
do they
come from?
Why
do they
exist?
What
made them
so grumpy?
When young,
everything
was a
promise.
Everything
was possible.
No limitations.
Oysters
on the
half shell.
There to
be had.
Excitement.
Adventure.
Three ring
circus,
plenty
for all.
Time
wore on.
Lily
turned
brown.
People.
Learning
about people.
Gilded lilies.
Deceiving.
Skin deep.
Inside
a different
creature.
Existence
a mirage
not what
it seems.
Shiny things
tarnish.
Illusion.
Time
needed to
learn.
Understand.
Grumpy
old men,
manufactured
in the
mirage,
illusion.
Grumpy
old men,
made
not born.

Hand
on the wall,
creation
complete.
Mouth
full of
pigment,
sprayed on
the hand.
Artist signature
for the
eons to
observe.
I
was here
the
artist
shouts out.
You don’t
know
who I am,
but,
I
was here!
We
know not
who
the
artist was.
But we
know the
meaning
of the
hand
on the
wall.
The hand
on the
wall.
We
do so
still!

Here and
now.
Not just
here.
Not just
now.
Continuum
of existence.
Flowing from
one to the
next.
Limitless
existence.
One realm
to the
next.
Segmented,
no connection.
Dreams.
Dreams reflect
what once
was.
Reality,
an illusion.
Essence of
self flows
through
one illusion
to the next.
Energy,
vibrations
dispersed.
Spread out,
everywhere.
Here not
here.
Here is
everywhere!
Now is
timeless.
Uncertainty
presides.
Consciousness
crystallizes.

For millennia,
its been
building
for millennia.
History,
building
up over
time.
Mankind’s
story
building
in the ruins
of time.
Digging.
Digging deep
finding layer
after layer
of mans
ancient
realities.
History
of man
building
in the soil.
Layer after
layer.
History.
History, being
buried one
layer
upon
another.
Crushing
the past
as it builds.
Much never
to be seen
again, ever!
Digital.
Digital history,
building up
layer after layer.
Digital relics
buried deeper
and deeper.
Crushed.
Crushed by
sheer
volume.
Pushed deeper
and
deeper.
Deeper
into cyberspace.
More and
more digital
history
building,
layered
deeper and
deeper.
Some.
Some
to be
discovered
by
digital
archeologists.
Most, never
to be
seen again,
ever!

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful
place never existed.
The Universe is a cold forbidding inhospitable place, a place filled
with frozen gases, ***** of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,
dead planets, frozen asteroids and meteoroids.
Huge deadly volumes of space with no discernible purpose.

There is a place, at least one place where things came together.
Eons of star formation and destruction seeding the cosmos with
the periodic table that, along with gravity cobbled together one speck
of blue. A place that was warm, had water, breathable atmosphere and a magnetic force field keeping deadly radiation at bay.

Somehow in the deadly darkness of the void, paradise was forged,
a blue pearl, a Garden of Eden, a place to call home.

Humanity
is now in a
blender.
For
centuries
humanity
lived in pockets,
developing
different ways
of being.
Time passes
humanity
spreads
mixing the
pockets.
Friction, grinding,
war,
the pockets
grind against
one another.
Time passes
technology
advances.
Enter the
Internet.
Homogenization
accelerates at
the speed of
light.
Old ways
obliterated,
pockets
homogenized.
a new world
is
born.

Crickets
sounding their
enchanting
sound.
Peeper choruses
from the pond,
finely tuned,
while Bullfrogs
barup their
baritone song.
Swooping bats
devouring,
warm breezes
dancing.
Owl hoots
deep in the
woods.
Coyotes howling
in the
distance.
Evening’s
Symphony
tuned to
perfection.