How will it change when we know?
How will civilization be rearranged?
All that we known comes from one place and time,
one little speck in spacetime.
Great religions over eons have arisen telling all how things must certainly be.
But they are just specks on a speck, and knowledge potentially infinite, how much can they possibly know.
Have faith they say and follow our lead, but how much can they possibly know?
They say, we surely know because God has told us so.
What can you say? How can you answer that? If God really told them so.
The problem you see is not all religions agree, seems god’s message is different from one to the next somehow. How can that possibly be?
For the infinite knowledge to be had, and our brain power to process so small, there is no way to know much at all.
Some day and maybe soon our technology may come alive or some others come to say hi. Then everything changes, but no one can really say how.

How far back do you wish to go?
Could the universe have failed to Big Bang?
Could the galaxies have all failed to form?
Could the sun have failed to be born?
Could the moon have been to small?
Could it have failed to form at all?
Could life have been still born?
Could the asteroid have passed us by?
Could Eve have been to shy?
Could Neanderthals have won the day.
Could the Vikings have held sway?
Could Columbus been sunk at sea?
Could the Pilgrims have stayed at home?
Could the Revolution have failed in vain?
Could Marie Antoinette have kept her head?
Could the South have won the war?
Could the Titanic have stayed afloat?
Could **** Germany have prevailed?
Do infinite realities indeed exist?
Has everything in fact occurred?
Where does it all go from here?

Howl.
Into the
night, howl.
Howl.
Howl.
Looking out,
out into the
abyss.
Since the
first twitch
life has been
vocal.
Howling into
the dark.
Searching
for others.
Primal
at first.
Desirous of
contact.
Desirous of
knowledge.
Wanting to
know,
to know
what’s
out there.
Wanting to
know,
who’s listening?
Who’s
listening to
the howl?
Who will
Respond?
Silence.
Nothing but
silence.
No one is
listening.
No one will
respond.
We howl
into emptiness.
We howl at
nothing.
We are
alone.
Alone
in the
void.
Alone
with
ourselves!

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed
to be who we are to be?
Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say?
Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.
Everything about me genetically controlled.
My height, my hair, my eyes, be I black, white, yellow, brown, or my personality, not requested,
we’re out of my control.
What part of me is really me?
What part of me do I actually control?
What does mean to be me?
Where I was born predetermined,
was I born German, Italian or English no choice did I have.
The culture I was born into Arab, Jew determined my enemies.
How much was in my control?
My religion given to me, an accident of birth.
True enough, we have some voice to modify but most of it given to us.
The story’s been written, all the players designed and preprogrammed.
The role I play on the grand stage of life has been determined by someone other than me.

What we
see.
What we
don’t see.
Worldview.
Just
worldview.
Earth
civilizations
spun up
from dust.
Earthly
knowledge,
nothing more,
all from
dust.
Hubris.
Earthly hubris,
unfounded.
All thoughts,
earthly thoughts.
Religious,
political,
philosophical,
societal.
Earthly
­creations,
earthly
inventions.
Creation
as a whole
oblivious,
knows
nothing of
such things.
Could care
less.
In the
end, when
it all
blinks out.
Blinks out
of existence,
all will
be lost.
All, once
again will
be dust.
Dust
as if things
never
existed.
The cosmos
won’t bat
an eye.
The stars
will shine.
The planets
will spin,
as they
did before.
Before
earth spun
into existence.
Perspective.
Hubris
unfounded.

Writhing
pulsating
creature.
Being
unto itself.
Individuals
mere bits,
bits
of the
whole.
Spinning
interacting
pieces.
Pieces merging,
morphing,
evolving.
Changing.
Pulsating
as it goes.
Transcending
time.
Rooted to
the past,
careening
toward the
future.
Humans,
one whole
being,
global
in nature,
scattered,
disconnected,
yet compact
in its
core.
Coded.
Living in
confines.
Bounded
by purpose.
Coded for
time.
Future.
Speeding on.
Always
speeding on,
leaving
all in its
wake

What does it mean to be human?
Are we just animals or evolving to become something more?
Are we victims to our basic instincts unable to push back and mature?
Do our passions control our minds or can our minds control our passions?
Is our intellect held ransom by our biology, millions of years in the making?
Can the passions of the animal be countered by our intellect and sentience?
Will society devolve back with our passions holding sway?
Can our intellect understand the animal, desire to move on, thus show us the way?
Was religion just a means of holding our passions in check holding the animal at bay?
Will our machines become sentient with no passions involved, with no hormones to befuddle?
Will they see us as flawed with no hope for redemption.
The battle rages on with no end in site.
The fate of humanity hangs in the balance.

Writhing.
Writhing
mass of
existence.
Experiment.
Global
experiment.
Mixing, stirring
evolving
experiment.
Infinite data
points,
mixing.
Infinite results
undetermined.
Oblivious.
Components
oblivious,
spinning
e­volving.
Outcomes.
Possible
outcomes.
Infinite possible
outcomes.
Infinite
experiments
mixing, churning.
Humanity,
oblivious
cogs
in the
machine.

Human Nature.
Theme.
Writers
intent.
Look around.
Stage set.
Actors in
place.
Script
disseminated.
Action!
Life begins.
All scripted,
designed.
Grand theater
on a global
scale.
Greek tragedy
unfolds.
Human nature
surrounds,
prevails.
Envelopes,
propelling
the story.
Intricacies
abound.
Infinite
ways.
Bound by
human nature.
Human intent.
Limited
story.
Limited
outcomes.
Bound by
human frailty.
Human
ignorance.
Wider story
lies ahead,
but
not yet.
Results
unclear,
uncertain.
Future,
indeterminate.
Human story,
ending blurry,
ambiguous.
Authors
discretion.

Our race against extinction.
We all come from the same cradle.
Though we think ourselves mature.
Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene.
We are products of our environment, fine tuned
to fit the scene. Some are black with ***** hair
designed to mitigate the sun and dissipate heat.
Some are white with flat hair like a rug designed to accentuate
the sun and hold in the heat. One evolved in a hot sunny world
where too much sun and heat were harmful, so the body adapts to better succeed.
One comes from a cold, less sunny environment, so adapted to absorb more sun an retain the heat, both the body needs.
Both simply adaptations to succeed in where they live.
For years and years and still today these adaptations are held against
some, that’s truly insane. Indeed!
We now live in a world full of us in every possible nook.
One small orb in space that we humans habitate.
Much need and want around the world where people suffer and
die for lack of humanity. We spend billions each year on weaponry, money that could be better spent, to protect ourselves from ourselves. Insanity to the brink.
How have we managed to last this long is surly a mystery. Will we grow up in time before we are history?

Sciences has opened our eyes on many fronts.
We have learned much, but there is infinite knowledge to go.
The Universe is larger than humans can possibly know.
Our Universe as large as it is, is dwarfed in the Multiverse.
So much information the Multiverse has to show.
Our Universe just one of an infinite amount.
As humans struggle in their mote of existence,
it’s important they keep this in mind.
We get caught up in our little existence thinking this is all there is.
We are just specks of dust in the play of reality.
With all this in mind, humility of our existence should help us grow, and move toward a better way.
The path we’d take will differ from the one were taking today.
Hopefully, humility can show us the way.

Subtle.
Alterations.
Synaptic
tinkering.
Through
the eyes
soaking
the mind.
Hypnotic.
Subtlety,
incrementally
pushing the
envelope.
What’s now
normal,
not so much
not long
ago.
Slow alteration,
slight
reprogramming
charts a
new course.
New paradigms.
Mind manipulation,
hypnotic.
Behind the
curtain levers
pulled.
Buttons
pushed.
Puppeteers
dangling
worlds
on a
string.
Eyes transfixed.
Hypnotic.
Information
streaming
altering
controlling
­populations.
Promoting
humanity against
itself.
Refocusing
tendencies.
Biofeedback
effecting change.
Using instincts
to ******,
control.

Where do they come from?
The brain is complex, of that there's no doubt.
Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together
to make up our brain.
Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this projected to the universe to do what it will.
The mind once turned on starts to think, ideas do emerge from the brains complexity.
Ideas just pop into existence seemingly with no effort from us.
How does that happen?
Is it just a compilation of our experiences jumbled up to create what we think, to pop up ideas?
Is it possible our brain is a complex receiver, ideas
being projected from another realm?
Since we don't know what's possible, anything is possible!
But, it does make you think!

As I
leave this
world, I
worry not.
I’ll
simply
move on
to the next.
I’ve been to
many places
will be to
many more.
What we
see is not
all there is.
Realms
upon realms
there truly
be.
Existence
infinitely flows.
Caught up
in its stream
are we.
Moving from
eddy to eddy
we do, till
they dissipate,
then
flow on.
I’ve had
dreams,
seen
in part,
where
I’ve already
been.
I fear not
leaving this
place.
There are
countless
more
places
to see.

Deeply
covered.
Surrounded.
Breathing,
eating, dealing.
Daily
understanding
wrapped in
local realities.
Know
nothing
more,
nothing
different.
Local time
molds
reality.
Different times
different realities.
Embalmed in
air, smell,
sight and
sound!
Realities of
a planets
creationism.
Each unique,
alien.
Each foreign
to each.
Universal
diversity,
none
the same.
Infinite
possibilities
there be.

Immersed in
a medium.
As figures
in a painting.
Limited in
nature.
Rules
must be
followed.
Like an
aquarium
or a
terrarium.
Movement
limited.
Finite in
nature.
The medium
inhabited,
fluid.
The medium
four D.
The
painting
ever changing.
But rules
always apply.
Like the
painting on
the wall, the
medium observed.
Running smoothly.
The results,
uncertain.
Yet holding
the interest
of the Cosmos.
The Cosmos
a living thing.
A creating thing.
Brush strokes
creating.
Like a picture
on the wall,
limited it
be!

What
imprint
will be
left?
How will
the
ether
be plucked?
How deep
will the
vibrations
be?
What’s left
behind
vibrates
through time.
Interacts,
reflects,
deflects.
Resonates
with all
that came
before and
yet to be.
The ether
cares not
about the
corporeal,
but what
the corporeal
delivers.
What
vibration
the corporeal
leaves behind,
introduces
on to the
evolving
ether.

Incomprehensible.
Beyond
human scale.
Look deep,
deep
into time.
Through
the beginning,
through
the darkly
orb to
another time.
Then again,
again and
then
again again.
Limitless.
Scales
incomprehensible.
Human limitations
legion.
Scurrying
around
self righteous
so important.
Insignificant.
Dead realities,
empty voids
one after the
next.
Deep time
frozen time.
Ultimate voids.
Limitless voids.
Googolplex
voids.
Endless before.
Endless to be.
Human scale.
No such
thing.
Don’t blink!

Fading!
Technology
erasing,
folding,
shaping.
Viewpoints
created,­
canceled.
Heads
in the
cloud.
Losing
perspective.
Tech zombies.
Constant
influence
attached
to the
face.
Viewpoints
erased,
dictated,
force feed.
Brainwashed.
Tech brainwash.
Tech changing.
The few
controlling
the many.
Has always
been the case.
The few
controlling
the many.
Now on a
global scale.
Tech zombies!
Beware
the loss.
The lose of
Individualism.

Flow.
Energy.
Waves
of energy.
Cosmic
ether.
Quantum
fluctuations.
Information
contained­.
Infinite
information
contained
within.
Rhythm
of eternity,
vibrations.
Unlimited
information
passing
through.
Cour­sing.
Coursing
through
minds.
Infinite
potential
coursing
through­
minds.
Reading
the flow
as it
passes.
Passes
through.
Eureka
moments,
inspiration
strikes.
M­ind
******
intercepting
flow,
information.
Not original
thought.
Interceptions
of infinite
flow,
knowledge.
Already
exists,
ether bound.
As with
receptors
tuning in.
Tapping
into
universal
knowledge,
forever
there.

Picture yourself
among the
stars.
You are
moving
very fast.
Where are
you going?
Billions
of stars
moving
by you
instantly.
Ever wonder
what is out
there?
You
pass no
more stars.
What
is it you
see?
Galaxy!
Picture yourself
among the
galaxies.
You are
moving
very fast.
Where are
you going?
Billions
of galaxies
moving
by you
instantly.
Ever wonder
what is out
there?
You
pass no
more galaxies.
What
is it you
see?
Universe!
Turn around
and behold.
Not stars.
Not galaxies.
Universes.
Limitless
ocean of
universes.
Picture yourself
among the
universes.
Infinity.
Ever wonder
what is
out there?
More than
can be possibly
imagined!

It's happening right in front of our eyes.
We, who live today are right in the middle of it.
Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline.
The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most oblivious of its nature.
Humans all over the globe, every nook and cranny communicating, exchanging ideas like never before. Country boarders being swept away in the torrent of human interaction, human communication. The growth and scope of this phenomenon is in its infancy, growing exponentially.
The global think now in place, instant knowledge, all of what humanity knows now instantly available to everybody. Huge, this is huge and will change everything. Global communities emerging and will continue, decentralization becomes the norm, democracy on a global scale. The "new world order" just not as previously envisioned. Not run by central masters but diffuse globally, impossible to control, humanities global think now moves forward into the future unlike never before.

Innocence.
Invasion.
They
came.
Spreading.
Spreading
West to
East.
Left to
right.
Young to
old.
Years
to the
process.
Successful.
Tried and
true.
Used
many
ways,
many
times.
Molding
the medium
kneading
the
narrative.
Young
to old.
Wait.
Years
in the
making.
Finally,
moving
to power.
Taking
control.
Invasion of
innocence.

Here.
Eyes opened.
Look around.
First day
on the
path.
Mind clear.
Process
begins.
Pumping.
Information.
Information
pumped in
through the
senses.
Birth location
colors the
input.
Future beliefs
planted by
bias.
Mind,
beliefs molded,
conforming.
Conflict built in.
Passing on
ancient beliefs.
Beliefs built
from the
unknown.
Beliefs
built from
ignorance,
built from
fear.
Modernity planted
on weak
foundations.
Modernity,
struggling
to overcome.
Global conflict.
Conflict of
ideas, beliefs.
Truth.
Path forward.
Modernity
searching.
Searching for
truths path.
A path into
the future.
A path
all can
peacefully walk.