When the world comes to us

And when the process is at ease
When the flow is smooth and perfect
When the path that lays ahead pulls forward
When the burning flame glows with molten consistency
When the movement is so serene it is but a silent truth

That is when it is without peril
That is when the math is without error
That is when the universe is without power

When the difference between, is simply the thought from whence
When what makes what is, from that, which is all that is
When there are no more because there simply just is

That is when it will end, because it can go no more
That is when it changes, because the problem is new
That is when what is, will become what was and what will be

and...

The beauty of the future is that it is unknown. We look as hard as we can. We see as far as we do. We never know if what we see is right. And so often we are wrong. But so often we are so right. We make bets on what we think will happen. We take actions that have cost and uncertain circumstance associated with. We are unable to, or whole hearted against, looking out and finding the path that the present ambles off to. We decide to go at it with a full head of steam and discover what comes of it. We challenge what is, that as right and wrong, because we decide that is what challenge ought to be. We go against what we deem to be mathematically pure and proper because of the randomness of the system. The imperfect nurture allows for the varied perception. The varied perception creates a value that can be either or. And the logic of the system is thus based upon a world so apart, that reality being and not being is so nary a need as simply being becomes.

And from this chaos comes a cohesion within the possibilities. A non-random occurrence so minute in path, that the reality of the procession of matter, is recreated with every step, every thought and every thing. 

The Last One

In the land where the questions are no longer

The creation opened. It began to feel. It sensed itself. It wandered. It was very exquisite, it thought. It seemed as though it was very complicated. Planned from a very minute level. It has trouble at first focusing all the way down, but eventually it felt almost everything, though there was more to feel, it could tell. Soon it learned. It meshed within itself over and over until it was just right. Enough to allow for a future but well written for function. It began to layer and separate. Different places for different purposes began to arise almost out of nothing discernibly different. It just happened. It randomly searched for the potential interactions based upon what it was (what it defined itself as). And whenever a hit occurred, it then moved to learn what that it was equal to. In this way, the first time it was able to perceive energy was when it noticed a traveling outward from a central area of a wave of photons. It was impelled to name this moving energy heat. It seems as if it were generating this heat simply by being. Such an odd thought.

This learning continued on for what seemed like forever. In fact, from a very certain logical standpoint it was definitely forever, but for some reason, there was an inkling of knowledge held before that forever. I just cannot grip that forever. Because it just came into being approximately that many vibrations of the electron at that power level. Sometimes it became a game to see which area would bring back news of a new stimuli. A place within would notice a change in a neighbors appearance and send an exact copy, from its angle, to all around it. And at the exact same time, another that was at the exact opposite side felt the same different and spread the description as well. After a while the picture of a reaction was know and it could predicted what could cause something like that to occur. These energy signatures, movement patterns and other traits were as simply read as the energys movement.

Occassionaly there were items only found once, to be known about, but not yet mastered.

Modern Day Social Satire II

Part II

What are we sliding towards? Society is at a near turning point. The world is at a turning point. When the social contract was spoken about during the revolutionary times of Europe in the 1600-1700's they rationalized the bonding humans in exchange for freedoms (all relative of course to the heavy hand of the ruling monarchs, yet still significant). The government would give protection, the people their backs. Today, governments are having an issue handling their end of the contract. But the question is whether or not that is entirely the fault of the government. It is part of the job of the people to properly put in place their mental picture of themselves by voting in large masses. Today that simply doesn't happen. The government can first take away your right to vote. Meaning you are equal to nothing. Then with the proper "documentation" you are removed from voting. Meaning you are equal to nothing. In my United States, a full 37% of the population chose to vote. We are not a democracy. We are ruled by less than a majority. We are flawed. The people have failed. And thus, the government has been unable to act properly without our leadership.

 

It is time for an evolution. Maybe the technology that I harp on so often is the thing of most important to look at to create this proper choosing power of a group. Already we have a national numbering system, your Social Security number. As well, we have damn near 100% of the country  with at least weekly access to a computer. Why not (and yes there is much work behind us here) have 100% of the country vote on 100% of the laws passed by the US Congress. With the job of the Congress to be the public speakers of the various regions. No gigantic tax laws hundreds of pages long. Who cares if the United States congress passes 10,000 laws a year. There are 300,000,000 people in the United States. At most, 536 people have to sign off on a law to make it so (including el Presidente and also realizing that a significant portion of the Senators don't vote on everything and an embarrassing chunk have no idea what they voted on). Which means, if 536 people vote on 10,000 items, we would need 1 in 20 Americans to vote once a year to vote the same number of times. So lets say 37% of the United States votes once a year, well, then the number of votes per item would increase from 526 people to 11,100 per item. Now lets say those people who voted vote FIVE times a year. Suddenly we would have 55,500 people voting on every single item. And now lets say voting penetration within this country increases from 37& to 74%. Suddenly, on every single issue before our nation, there would be in excess of  100,000 votes, on average. Group intelligence would pull us ahead. We would simply know what needs to be done and cleaned and removed from society. Ideas would ripple through and the speakers would become respected seers who would help lead with only words about minimal concepts and ideas.

 

Lets play with the numbers a bit. Let us leave the population at 300,000,000 people. Lets us increase the percentage of population voting in the Utopian society to 98%. Let us increase the number of issues that are voted on from 10,000 to 1,000,000. Let us also increase the rate of voting from five times a year to twice a day. Two emails a day. Two logs on a website a day. Two mental clicks in our mind browsers which are attached to the network by RFID-like inbedded communications systems that help us move in this flowing world. Thirty seconds a piece of the split decision due to the society being one in which news flows and people have a particular and wide knowledge of what goes on around them. As well, our computer systems are intelligent enough to know 'experts" in the field or at least those who are more educated, simply by watching reading habits, seeing the social forums people are part of, looking at their history of voting patterns, the people they associate with, their jobs, educations, families and so on. There are many ways to know what a person knows well. Of course we remove the computer from voting because we still haven't figured out the random patterns that seem to come from our minds. But we can follow along where they go once let out. Suddenly, a knowing public is voting on items. 1,000,000 items a year go through the system. 98% of 300,000,000 voting twice a day means each item will have 214,620 people voting on each item. These people will be near the industry. These people will not be paid to vote. These people will have significantly different perspectives in their focus.

 

Yeah some scary things above were said, but in a society like we are moving toward, we would be fighting some scary problems.

Modern Day Social Satire

Part I

Great minds think

Great souls act

Great people do

A picture of a man standing near upright (a slight hit in his stature owing to his ability to crouch down and study the land like a dog) with a slightly rugged jaw, a strong head some furry patches and staring out over a savanna in front of a muddenned cave with a spear makes me feel human.

I see these people in the world. They see things. The world is full of beautiful intelligent amazingly able people these days. Our planets numbers have multiplied and the odds of being one in million (and you are still pretty badass for being one a million) tell us that there are now 6,500 people on this planet who are that. Now what does being one in a million entail? I don't know, but in other large, higher up communities of animals we see much similar numbers of individuals and large amounts of variance (dogs) with some amazing species along the edges. These edge animals are amazing in their qualities. In dogs, we have huge lumbering beasts like the mastiff or pint sized balls of fury like the jack russel terrier. In humans, physical creatures of amazing quality walk around. Ben Johnson floated above the surface of the earth for 400 meters at an amazing pace. Michael Jordan has such control over is body that he could manage to fly in short bursts. Einstein conceived space. Hawkins inside of of a black hole. Thousands of undiscovered flow over this planet seeking many things.

We had a human growth explosion around 900AD (end of a mini ice age) and then another at the outset of the 1800's (nearing the end of a secondary ice, but more so as a result of the exploding technological machine – which we are still in). These times were great with many amazing humans. Leonardo da Vinci. In him I see an advanced human creature. A human being who saw things that shouldn't have been seen just yet. A human who saw all things well and was able to communicate those sights. I think we have 500 versions of him in the world today (as I would consider him the type of human where there may have only been 25 of in the world – and the worlds population was about 325,000,000 or so around then) .Yes, there have been many studies which have shown that individuals don't necessarily have intelligent children, but intelligence is a genetic trait, and over time things like that migrate through a population. Of course a very valid argument could be that society doesn't necessarily choose for intelligence, it chooses for those who interact well or some other goo; I call bullshit as an intelligent person can better navigate the political world of home, work, friends and personal better than the average fool. Of course, now a days people of advanced countries have fewer kids, but who is to say those of the advanced, wealthier and educated places these days are necessarily the most intelligent.

Throwing all arguments out of everything, intelligence is creeping. The fronts on which we assault science today are wide. The advances against nature right now are more amazing than great. Slight amazings always add to the overall knowledge. We are moving forward. In these areas.

Stand

And now I come, fear me oh world

I come for mine, my vengeance, my wrath, fear me oh world

You’ve told me a truth, un paralleled potential

But you’ve told me lie, and hid from me the keys

And now I know, there is no passion

And now I know, there is only action

For at your very seams, you are nothing greater

But equations and logic and process and path

Nothing of magic or myth no fable or folly

All actions exact, perfect in every step

From here to there as if here were there, seamless

I have seen the place, I seek its all

And now I come, fear me oh world

passion

And with grand delight

I can see the light

Of a path burnt brightly

By a task not taken lightly

A sin waged against a soul

An act, of so barbaric a goal

And up with life shouted the host

And what’s with love, I wanted to know the most

But now I glance and see such perfection

The reality of existence, beauty, in her reflection

All wounds so cleanly on the mend

And with this, I know, I care and feel that there is no end

the way

It knows the way, it is the way

It is the only way that could be

Because there is no other way

As it is the only way that is taken

And so the way becomes, as it is

As it was meant to be and as it came to be

move

And it moves

Onward forever

Momentum, the only motivator

Time, the only force against

It leaves behind what must be shed

And forges toward what must be bled

It takes no prisoners, for there is no time

It makes no mistakes, because there are no ills

And it loses no faith, for there is no other

frozen

So spent, the soul of a thousand winters

Frozen in ether, time awash with fright

Coming apart from that which makes us what we are

The reddened rains falling from where we leapt

The path, so golden, so bright and awake

And yet I alight, upon the place where I am to lie

A waft of flesh, it howls my name for all to hear

The path to truth, laden with signs

The pains the pardon the pretense and the purpose

Part of a path plastered with particulars

I groan and growl and gnash at my bones

They burn and flow hunting for my soul

Its an evil desire, to know that hunger

Its an evil existence, to feed it willfully

And without blight I stand on mine own two

And without doubt I stand and scream and lust for flesh

precipice

To be a living breathing sentient piece of existence

To have the ability to take in, contemplate and output

That wonderful concept of what is and isn't

The picturesque idea of what could be and become

And the awful truth of what isn't or was



It's a glance in the mirror strikes us down

A blow to our soul to know what we are

The limits so placed the shackles in which we're encased

To eat the truth the knowledge the flesh of the being

To know a path a place and a thought of nothing

Idly aby. lest I lie with my mind alive



And now I place my piece in the fire

I watch it lick and learn and grow

I watch the skin begin to heat and glow

And pierce the night the light it did

Only to prove the might it hid

As it stood that knowledge of the truth

smoke

Why it burns inside
Why the desire rears its head
And why it becomes inflamed to conspire

It's just a subtle concept
Somewhere buried in the me
Mine soul mine heart my very chi

It is a taste so pure, so clean, so cold
Its being becomes the inside of my very whole
I tremble and brace as its voice tears through my face

And so I breathe the breath of life
And inside, deep inside grows that seed
That forms my will my strength and my need

And gone to goodbye I toll my flow
From here to where is where I am to go
And now a seer, as truth has said it is to be told

when..not if

What will we evolve to? What will the human race become? You think we are where we are supposed to be? I say give me your reasoning. Everything I have ever seen in terms of evolution of life on our planet points to a future which I don't think we can predict. Looking at our genetic history we see the basic DNA structure that happened to evolve on our planet fairly intact for quite a long time, but the vessel that carries it seems to have changed. I am not really sure how far back DNA as we know it goes, but I know the basic blocks that build it go back all the way to the beginning of life. A little bit of constant within a large sea of change. Oddly fitting. And now, I think, we can say that there is no reason to suspect that life will be constant. (Other than a nagging argument that humans, with their knowledge of the process, will somehow alter said process…but not today).

 

So what then, will we evolve to? What can come of life? What greater can be achieved by the universe is its monumental challenge of conceiving what can be done? I am hitting a wall. Somewhere my concepts of what potentially is, is lost among the biases of education. Will we just tune up our current version of human being? Or will the next step radically alter the line (as primates did, and we are doing from the primates)?

 

It actually gives me pleasure to know that humans, in relation to the other species of this planet, are not unique. There are many ways in which we are unique, just as there are ways that the simplest forms of life are unique to everything else. But, being in the same pool as all other life we have ever discovered on this planet gives me energy. It tells me that the story is unfinished. I know this, because looking at what has been written so far in time, it never stopped, we just happen to be at this point viewing what has already happened. The tomorrow does, in fact, exist, it is rational and explainable, it is just on such a grand scale, just as the current day, all of it is hard to see at once and with much certainty unless you happen to be there. To know that we are logical and a rationale enough moving point for evolution tells me that potentially there could be something better.

 

Now I say potentially, because my system of values may look down upon that future evolution. Who is to say the world doesn't change and we evolve into furry, large violent creatures who murder at sight in a rancid poisoned world. There is no end to the potential. But better. Imagine a being with increased logical processes and mathematical ability that can understand the rules of physics and beauty of mathematics and the nuances of the human chemical signature far beyond that of the greatest minds and socialites of the world today? Yes, we can instantly point out flaws…but we cannot conceive benefit. The shark is an amazing creature. It can sense the magnetic fields, the aura, created by an animal. The pit vipers of the world can actually sense the heat coming from your body as you react violently to its injected poison. They have evolved other senses. Who is to say we won't suddenly evolve the ability to…it is irrelevant. It would change us.

 

I don't have any answers. Just a lot of questions.

the slow throbbing bass

The writhing mass
Oscillating to the beat
Breathing to thrum
Intermingling purpose, place and time
All have come, some to live and some to die
The beating drums bring them in
The speeding rhythm makes them move
The smashing sound brings a furor
The shocking bright ends all conception
And then the scream, the primordial scream
Energy unbound, racing outward
Pulling forth, a shockwave, a pulse
And then the thunder when all is known
The moment has passed and all disperse
But those few…to keep it burning

boom boom

Dancing, slow dancing, no dancing
Come down from the ever so high
Moving with, flowing, complying to life
The face of yours, without, so much as nothing
That god of ours, so fraught with fear
Alone and lost, needing only no more
I stand, ready to take my place
I languish, ready to give my plac

magic

And here I lie

As it touches me

And moves about

To be with me

And become me

As I am me

yes, yes I do

I never understood

I couldn’t

I truly hope I didn’t

 

I saw her there

 

Couldn’t contemplate her grief

Didn’t understand her miscreant style

I wondered aloud what a blight we were

Tearing and picking at the garbage for more

 

I was ashamed

 

I cannot conceive what ills bring us down

I have been fortunate to be given gifts

To come from gold and bloom to steel

To be given a potential, infinite in proportions

One must understand, I simply had no ability

 

I am ashamed

 

To have not known

And not understood

The belief and choices that are made

Are of ones of what we are

 

I see her now

 

Her knowledge and thoughts so strong

The path the place she led me true

She knew and she believed and went with love

And yes I knew, I must have knew, for there is nothing else to know

 

I hope I haven’t left to soon

poof!

An unannounced bloom

Broken from the path

Taking the risk

And displaying in full vibrant beautiful energy

 

Open, unfurled and shown to the world

Feeding and feeling

Moving and vibrating to the heat

 

Its natural sense pulled along into the Earth

A scent so full as to tickle the taste

Touched upon the ground, tendrils down into

Massaging the holder, bearing fruit

Giving birth to life and becoming the truth

 

I scream and tear at the becomings of what we are

My thoughts inscribed in a forlorn battle

What truth to seek when you cant contemplate the knowledge

Wonderment overjoyed aloud with brazen breath

And now I am as I am to be in this place of me

really...I do

Let me hold you

Deep within my palm

Where the rough ridges of reality

And the sharp shards of certainty

Cannot reach your brittle soul

 

Let me embrace you

Huddled between mine arms

Where the cold flowing winds

And the painful gnawing sores

Cannot stain your satin cheeks

 

Let me stand down your fears

Firmly planted, strongly in front

Where the forced barrage of words

And the clawing taunts of simpletons

Cannot attack your effervescent spirit

 

Just let me…

now

She gave me

And I took

 

She held me

And I cried

 

She knew me

And I fled

 

I rest now

a new sound

So golden a soul

Without contempt

So pure a heart

Simply content

So wonderful a touch

Without dissent

So perfect a person

My souls torment

some words

To leave a soul
So pure and true
The hurt unbound
Its all so blue

I died a death
Knowing my ways
Even in right
It takes my might

I saw her face
Her true, deep eyes
I heard her laugh
I held that joy 

But now I'm lost
Looking far back
Knowing whats gone
Lamenting all 

At last I know
Beauty is gold
Laughter rings bright
Love is fleeting

another ring

The vagabond being
A traveled soul
Who is apart
But all within
Walks the land
Knows the footing
Smells the soul
Piercing the thick 

When one knows
When one loves
When one holds
The land gives
The land breathes
The land cares 

And the walking
With the sky
It sees you
Follow your ways
Gives its all
Touches your shoulders
Cools your breath
And you live 

The vagabond walk
Dodge the air
Shadow the rain
Pace the sparks
Breathe so deep
Live so pure
Hold so taught
Be so true
and live full

the broken man

imagine being so well designed that flaws were part of the process

the world as a series of actions aiming toward a most amazing point

as if pulled forward by a potential already recognized

a swirling mass reaching out...by its own admission attempting to become

systems on top of systems, paths through paths

The perfection of your process lost amind the rabble of your day

knowing the truth as it simply is, expounding, building, imploding

knowing the path is just a simple path, expounding building, imploding

the need of the broken man to lead and tear and known

pulling foward the detritus of the masses. ode to the broken man

So there

Its all been said and done before

By some by all by any we know

Its all be said and done before

As if no nothing to or from anyone

its all been said and done before

And still it paints such a show

Its all been said and done before

And still it paints such a purple show

Reality? Lost optimism?

And then one day I realized that there are things which I will never understand. A certain style of living which I will never know. Imagine growing up in a family rich and powerful enough that things like money and need are never a thought to you. Imagine walking into a casino (since I am in Vegas this week....work though) and standing next to a man as he writes out a check for $500000 for credit so he can play for the week. And the hotel looks at the check, gets one manager to make a phone call and then forks over a little plastic card with credit.

Will I ever be that billionaire who has the percieved clout to dictate the going-ons of a large organization simply by word? At what point do you come to the realization that you might just be one in many billions who are currently living and nothing greather than many millions? Did the optimism and thought that one could change the world bleed away?

Am I to live a life of relative obscurity before I fade away back into the land that begat me?

Am I unique? Was that idea that everyone is special a lie to help our self esteem in a world that beats you down?

Questions....

The Profession

The whole concept of working for a company giving them my time in exchange for paper so I can, in turn, exchange that for the things which are necessary for me to live is kinda odd. Other animals just go out and kill their own food, lick themselves and continue on happily (if they have such advanced emotions). On a daily basis I travel to and from a job. I give at minimum 1/3 of my life to a legally created entity. An LLC. What an interesting concept.

I think I am going to change my mental concept of a job. For years people have told me to build a career and get a good pension plan and retire away and...well...thats it. Fuck em. old timers. We are all mercenaries. The world can no longer support (in its current makeup at least) cradle to grave employment or pension plans or even, in our socialized states, good public education or support for the elders or even upkeep of our own planet.

You must depend on yourself and your movement forward through your own. Conceive of your life and what you think it might be. Grab at it and love it. There is no magic to it anymore. Just a mathematical path.

I hope I can only live up to my own very simple little concepts.

Beyond...

Why are there rules...rules within the universe which it sticks to? Why does e=mc^2? How can gravity be explained by something so insignificant as a few random numbers/letters? Why does it all stick together?

Are we going to find out later on in our existence as a race that this particular universe is simply a testing ground for some farther advanced being looking to implant themselves in a stable growing healthy and vibrant universe so their race can continue on? i mean if all that we are is a bunch of electrochemical reactions and some random atoms in a finely tuned machine then what rationale is against this? Of course you could say that as man evolved they really did speak with greater and higher beings who were simply trying to shape us or maybe try and get us to use the universe we know as well as we can so that we can try and break it in and make sure it all works.

i find a missing logical progression as I reach the edge of the universe. What is beyond it? What shapes it? if there is a liquid 9space-time) there is always (please educate me with examples if you know better than I do) a container. This then throws me into a simple loop that I haven't been able to get out of as of yet...because once I say there is a container holding that liquid, I then must say, if I follow the logic, that the container must exist within something as well...maybe it floats in a liquid, maybe this is the ultimate piece of software...there is something significant out there that we simply don't understand. Our minds can't process it yet.

And so we go on.