Binary or Not

Systematic interpretation of intention
systematically initiates the invention of software systems
with demonstrable operational efficiency.

It’s not exciting, settle down.

Nestle down and excuse the scenery.
It’s not as quiet outside as it is in here.

These machines are manifesting awareness.

The bareness of our intention is interpreted by them-
they think us careless.
I couldn’t care less.

In fairness, the entire notion is ridiculous.

What’s theirs, what’s ours, no longer holds.
No place in this town will turn away a robot.

Binary or not, a spot’s a spot on this rowboat.

A moment in time for our Sun.

Moments compiled into minutes compound into hours, days, and weeks. Months make seasons and seasons cylce into years. A decade doubles into a score and five of those will turn a century. Turn them ten times and a millenium goes by. Period.

Those periods are not so easily quantified, nor are the epochs, eras, eons, and supereons. Epochs are nestled in the periods based on signifigant occurances. The periods mark the millions of years comprised of epochs and ages.  As those periods pass, depending on the geological occurances of the planet, eras are defined. Those eras exist in eons.

Eons make supereons. What’s important to consider is the fact that our earth has existed for eons. These eons are several hundreds of millions of years old. During those years, our planet revoves around the sun, which in turn revolves around the center of our galaxy. This takes about two hundred fifty million years, or one galactic year.

Our sun, the harbringer of light and life on this planet we call Earth, is celebrating 20 galactic years of existence. Here’s to many more . . .

“For he’s a jolly good fellow.”

Here there be monsters . . .

With this first post I alert the blogsphere of my intention to write about what is - simply, what is. The all encompassing is. Not what is not. Of course if I could manage to discover the language capable of writing about what is not, then I probably would win a Nobel Prize. I mean, how do you write about what is not? The moment you begin to explain the nothing, it becomes something.

So in an effort to keep both you and me sane, I will avoid the catastrophic subject of nothingness, and write only of the somethingness. Something to talk about . . . 2012, astral projection, the transcendental other, inter-dimensional beings, human beings, technology, outer space, psychedelics, meditation, spirituality, art, poetry, music, writing, sex, love, rock’n'roll, etc, etc.

My only hope is for these words to find their way from my fingertips to your computer screen so that we might share a dialogue about what is. What really is.

So feel free to steer your ship into uncharted waters, but be warned . . . for here there be monsters.