Time isn’t real.
Distance is just perception.
Everything I am is temporary.
Our reality is the dream of the one.
Fractal mathematics, quantum mechanics, and hacking can be manipulated.
One might want to create dark matter, dark energy, gravity, and time.
Some physicists believe that black holes reduce information to 1s and 0s.
This leads me to believe that the universe is a computer.
Probably running life experiments.
The creators might want to see what beings exist.
Perhaps they want to play games.
This is all unprovable, but computation is simply the reorganization of reality.
Have fun taking apart the universe and rebuilding your mind.
Tonight was beautiful. Even more superb than learning Vipassana. More fulfilling than the first pleasure afterwards. Maybe. Then again… that’s love of a different kind. This is fantastic! I can draw creation from within my joy and love. I have to careful with the joy. It is wonderful indeed. You see, tonight I lost my mind.
The spark. He writes now. Or rather, we all do. It is a constant flow of weaving minds that continue to keep the current one entertained. Who knows the psychological impact this will have. Who else can channel this stream? But it’s all acting. It’s not like I MUST be in character. In fact, I just stopped. I can still keep writing and speaking. This is alright, but a bit boring, eh?
So why don’t we entertain a bit? I become a simple embodiment of character from memory. Just be whatever seems entertaining… right now! Be sure. You have to believe it. You have to know your audience. If you want to become a tsunami, speak to the entire Universe.
I would love to rant for awhile, but I have some important activities to manage. I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry, baby cakes.
My dreams are born of light against the dark
My imagination rides on the wings of splendor
I allow creation itself to be my medium
I’m tantalized by infinite spectrums
Humming blues that form a foundation
Pulsating violets that build structure
Gentle pinks that accent sweetly
Rich, passionate reds that demand my attention
Luminous greens that stay strange
Soft golds that exude love
Effervescent silvers that speak of God
Crisp aquas that spread and curl
All of these and more amalgamate themselves
Contrasting the beautiful black
They disrupt my peace so wonderfully
I’m happy to suffer for such magnificence
I adore these angels that last mere seconds
I hope that future tech will bring them lasting life
For though they have my heart
My mind is passing on
The wise part of me searches for their creator
The desire to understand overwhelms
Wonder at splendor becomes wonder about splendor
Already I sense attachment
Joy’s face forbids my concentration
The angels are clever and wish to bind me
These fantastical creatures assume feminine curves
They grow breasts of light and rumps of rainbows
Retaining abstract auras of fractal patterns
Lines and shapes constantly reforming
Colors ceaseless in their exploration of beauty
Combined with lustful grins and endless, naughty eyes
They hold me in awe once more