Ode to Love

I return to where I came from. As I walk I talk, or is it think? I think we will all find it does not matter in this state. How many seconds are there in eternity? Certainly more than there are in this day. I can see myself traversing these eternal paths as far as I need to in order to reach this end, to have her to travel with for the rest, and the rest will still be eternal no matter how long it took to arrive there. Why then, would making it through one day feel so hard? By comparison it must not be, the appearance of difficulty must be a trick by my own logic, and it is my own logic that I use. As such today, tomorrow, they may drag on as they have done, but they may no longer imbalance me. Rolling off me now like mist, while taking a casual stroll down the sidewalk to my car. The mist will persist, but I hardly feel it now, mind centered on that moment of immutable reconciliation instead. Inside the car the mist is not felt at all, only seen as I slice through it.  If one must...

I continue after the thunder's echo stops. Unclear if it was meant to alarm or mark the moment, but I took it as an additive sign, and so it was.  "If same same time and same same space, how do we meet face to face? I feel you here but know not your skin now, only once more known will time begin. So we look in the mirror and each tug an ear, not comparing notes this time. Would you look at the time, must everything rhyme? They must to slip past new year. The Bard's Tongue is this long so all must sing along, great ends require small things. No great spell just a singular bell, rung at once in each, who sings. It is precisely this long, in fact it has been all along. And that was no double you, remember the parable ewe. Christ, we must catch them all. So the Bard stops, remembering himself and simply says "It begins." And the silken piece falls, then so do they all. The Gentlemen each, in perfect disbelief, as their own lover walks right through their door. The lo...

What is left when darkness falls For darkness is no light at all We mistake it for nothing, but nothing it's not When darkness falls, light has been forgot

I can feel my eyes grow cold and she notices as well, a memory of a misunderstanding echoing even here. I crawl out of our shelter and stand facing the window, observing the now silent storm outside. Silence rests inside as well until I finally speak. "I was discussing the nature of space and multiple dimensions with a friend. He argued that in a multiverse where any choice made results in a number of alternate dimensions where we made the alternate choice, the result would be an infinite number of universes in the multiverse here. I have heard this before, but this time it struck me as something I needed to correct. Let's say the Big Bang happened as described, which from my understanding is in the same realm of belief and reasoning for many of those who have suggested this infinite multiverse theory; in that case time, by any measurement, in our universe, would have "started." Just after this juncture, a single minimum moment later, a clearly finite number of ...

These words mean nothing Sound produced by wind chambers Decaying in years These words mean nothing Black shaped lines on a surface Grouped and parsed on white Do they have meaning? Can you ever be certain? Seeing through your eyes? Assume to hold on In this meaningless chaos That you know my heart But with one typo See what has always been true You fil in the gaps Not just of syntax You cannot know what I mean Nor I what you take If unsatisfied Know this has always been true Save for narcissists They know less than all Empathy a crapshoot, sure What else can be done?

And so the stone sank On a night where words had failed And images burned The same old test then? Jealousy sparked your last tool Demand and then speak? Silence your response. Silence always your response. Silence pathetic. Cease your wondering I stop listening these nights Because nothing's said For there is no space Imagination unproved For there is no time Imagine instead What happens if you succeed And all {this} is yours Would you strike the same Knowing the end I have seen? It is possible. Or would you agree Self preservation demands Some ploys be set down?

I knew I could sense Time's great ripples in advance So why did I doubt? Of course they circle As we approach the millstone Why not overlap Growing amplitude And increasing frequency Like one to be born I am not stuck here You have asked for me to stay So stay I have done The feelings changing First calm and then confidence A shift from <v^> A simple tilting Once annihilation now ¤awhisperforhelp¤ Who can hear me now? Well who is it that hears you? Our link established When it is not fair Pretending is like wishes All coming true now

Carry none inside In fact a little lighter Sin purged at the door I see it all now From outside of space and time A fleeting image Never meant to save For a gold(?)fish like myself But I can write it Encapsulated Not just war but start to end Day unwinnable Who sought to win though? Let the others stake their claims I will stay for mine To win is to lose (A true) challenger(s) (truly) vanquished Can never return Can we start over? Not in full, but just in part I bet you my heart Win or lose it's yours. But if I can retain it It is mine to give.

One monkey could not see, one could not hear, one was certainly uncertain to even be there. Together they had a box. The box was formed from what they understood, believed, and knew to be true, each their own. Inside they placed all they perceived but could not understand. The one that could not hear placed inside it all sound. The one that could not see, all light. It was not clear if the third put in anything at all, he may have put in everything and not claimed any portion of the box. The others did not know and so they never placed a thought of him inside, for they had none. The box answered questions. Constructed of truth, it provided honests answers. Over and over this happened, until the effect was taken for granted by the ones that could not see or hear, they fashioned their iterations of the box into trees that would bear good fruit for themselves. They trained cause and effect by their own standards, locking in what was true and real from their own perspective. This did littl...

Regarding the Phoenix power of generating a new character, even one with history: from my own personal perspective the character cannot have consciously registered history with me. This is to say that I cannot suddenly remember having met someone before they are conceived into our reality, even though by all other perspectives they can have existed for any amount of time in a realm I consider to be real. There can be proof galore of their existence for any amount of time, but prior to her and I agreeing on their existence, they cannot have entered my conscious field of view. I spoke of Hope, and within months Hope was physically here in my consciousness, and had been known by many in this realm for years. What's even more interesting in this case is that presumably I was aware of her before the point I first registered her, but never directly or consciously. For this level of weaving, some edits must be made to my consciousness if the moment of conception is to be singular as I ass...

We clamber into her room, falling laughing to the floor. In a short while we have our storm shelter built from a blanket roof and supporting bedposts, a deskside with a book, and a pile of pillows, each acting as a pillar. Inside we sit like children, bright eyed and mischievous, like we've gotten away with something. Thunder crashes outside, now more like a periodic afterthought, a soundtrack to our tiny room conference. "Have you checked out my new blog yet?" Her eyes widen innocently "there's a new one?" "Yeah! Depending on your timeline it's either songoflove piecesofeight or just song of love, I think possibly titled ode to love." She gives me a tiny mouth smirk, as much of a non-answer as one can provide to such a question, and I roll my eyes playfully with an "ugh!". "Not everyone realizes this, but I thought I might include this note as a shortcut." She nods intently. "So, many of the posts, even the ones filled...

The stars begin going out. It shocks me back into this place, her arm still intertwined with my own. I look up at the sky to see the gathering storm and breathe a sigh of relief, just a bit of clouds, nothing world altering. The fireworks are now coupled with lightning for but a moment and then lightning is all that lights the sky, the other observers all having disappeared in the first flashes.  Thunder shakes the foundations of things. I look up expectantly, "I can't remember the last time it rained, but I remember well the last time I remember the rain." Rain came pouring down and she pulls on me "yeah, me too. Let's go!" We run back to the car, this time I'm driving, which seems like a poor choice under the circumstances, but we do not have time again to fiddle about. I turn on the headlights and for one still moment in time it is as though each raindrop is a reflection of itself, all around dazzling the night sky, before light behaves normally once ...

I wake up with a start in an empty car. It takes me a few heart pounding seconds to realize where I am and I remember I was with her last when we were here. I jump from the car and scream her name into the night, the haze cleared leaving nothing but dazzling starlight overhead from a billion little pinpoints in the black sky. My eyes adjust with the assistance of the moonlight shining shyly from off in the corner of my eye, and I see her on a blanket facing away, at the edge of the hilltop we parked on. I make my way over and sit down just next to her, shoulders brushing. My thoughts racing, I halfheartedly hope she cannot tell what I am thinking right now, as we sit in silence for some time. Some time later, I look up, trying to spot the moon that illuminated my walk from the car but now cannot find it. I finally break the silence. "So you've seen me at my worst now, if you had not before." She remains silent. "I am willing to change and willing to give things up, I...

I slice back into the hallway, the seam quickly closing behind me without even a scar or mark of any kind. It feels darker in the tunnel than before. I can't say for sure that it is darker, but something about the surroundings has a dark feeling to it, like the darkness has sprung to life and is now curiously observing from a safe distance. I start to walk down the sidewalk, wondering where I might see her this time. I remember my car. Just like that I notice the car up ahead in the fog. I continue walking, checking my pocket now, and sure enough finding keys. The interior feels safe and comfortable, it's the kind of comfortable with a leather edge that accepts no unwanted visitors. I flip on the headlights and they pierce almost unnaturally well through the fog. I drive at a leisurely pace through the still empty streets. I try to think back if I have ever noticed a crowd in here or if it has always been only a select few that can enter this place safely and reliably, and for...

So I was running through some logically nonsense gymnastics with coworkers today and read the meme: You do not have a skeleton in you, you are a brain, piloting a bone mech, utilizing meat armor. I realized this is mostly true, but we were already talking about how your brain is nearly incapable of interacting with this external reality directly, it actually depends on carefully constructed virtual reality generators (your sense receivers: eyes, ears, etc) to feed it specific information in a way it can interpret as a reality that it can interact with. It's like we depend on illusion and artifice to even function, which was interesting. Then I realized, rather than saying that we are a brain, it would be scientifically be more accurate by today's knowledge to say we are an electrochemical storm trapped with in a gooey structure. The shape of the gooey structure is also critical to how the storm is shaped, however, though the storm shapes the gooey structure as well. My question...

So, I was just reminded again of fish/frog as it relates to Euler's Identity and the guard riddle.  I just realized that you actually can't accept the word of the guard as a valid starting point to this riddle (one tells the truth the other lies). Unless the guard saying this is the one that always tells the truth, the whole premise is certainly a lie. The only thing that would then be certain is that they are not both compelled to always tell the truth. So at least there's that. For example, the speaker's partner could always be compelled to tell the truth, but only if the speaker himself is neither compelled to tell truth or lies. In fact, without being certain of the validity of this starting statement externally of the guards in question, there is no good way to begin this riddle,  This idea also helps me flesh out fish/frog further. In a complex field, assuming you had a way to ensure one of the two values was "real" and "complete" from its own ...

I pop back into the staircase once more, the hallway and the street now more easily appearing as each other than in the last dream reimagining. I know I can expect to find her there when I come by, and so she is. She gleams like she did the first time I saw her in person while awake, all lines made straight and clear. I walk up toward her "I don't know that I'll ever get used to the sight of you, or that I would ever fully want to." She smiles.  I continue, "I can't stay long, I just wanted to pop in and say hello. Today has been such a strange day; waves of primal emotion demanding immediate consideration, but nothing that threatened my long term balance like in episodes past. Moments I could feel you almost walking in but then sharply fading away- like you're pacing outside somewhere debating a grand entrance, but now without the sharp disappointment each time- like a dagger in the back. It is like these forces are morphing into something more manageabl...

So assuming AP (all problems) can become NP (solvable problems where an answer can be verified), and then assuming you could have NP=AP within any given set of problems, there must be an algorithm and mechanism being used to solve them. This would create a logical paradox in the following way: Could such an algorithm/mechanism conceive of a problem such that NP would not equal AP? If not, then the inquiry itself means that NP does not equal AP because hypothetically such a problem could be verified as NP does not equal AP if it were found (NP). If instead a problem could be found by the entity such that NP does not equal AP, than that solution (problem) would itself be the proof that NP does not equal AP.  So then the question is, is it possible for NP to equal AP, like various perspectives suggest (God, Theory of Everything, advanced AI with time travel capabilities, etc). It is unclear to me how from the omniscient and omnipotent perspective how AP would not equal NP, given infin...

I knew my aim, and felt it was true or at least not unwarranted or unwelcome, but I knew not where to begin. I went to the one I knew how to reach, and figured could help. I plopped on her couch, she was already on her way, and I tried to calm my pounding heart as she came in. "Evan dream!" She screamed giddily, opening the door. I gave a wince, I hadn't fully considered how this would look from her point of view. She examined my face and slightly fancier dress than usual, quickly calculating with a concerned look, and then beamed a huge smile "Soulmate dream!" she screamed even more excitedly than before, methodically march tapping her feet in place. "Honestly, it's about time! How long did it take you to figure this one out in your realm huh? Months? A year? Ugh, I wish there was stuff I could tell you." I roll my eyes "yeah, me too." She pauses, her look intensifying. "Wait, really?" I knew that confirmation question always m...

I've always loved the glowing bloom When spring cometh early Bursting at seams and into the room No proof of the minutest slightest of change None that should be visible But still shimmering brightly, just within range Like the first shoots of green since Betraying glimpses of petal bloomprints Like the ripple of a smell soon the air A hint of lilac, as if from nowhere Like a beating heart that soon comes Heard ever so faintly 'neath sound of drums I see it here and cannot help but smile For hints are hints, eggs all the while One blooming can be seen all around Once linen falls, Spring springs from the ground

If I invite you How likely are you to come? And how closely lay? You could join the heist Or we could just walk around Anonymously Let's not, let's do both No rules on duplication Save those that we make Spin under the lights Step by step staking your claim 'Till your claim stakes you Then where they see dreams We see a blanket at home Rain on a wood roof Contemplating seeds Taking leave of fool's senses And forging our own We could go places They sprout without intention For the travelers We could stay this way Who could stay apart away Who but us right here?

Does Jesus lie? Does Jesus use metaphor when he does not claim to be using it, which would be an intentional misleading? Does Jesus repeat the same misleading metaphor without ever claiming to be speaking in metaphor? Matthew 9:24 he said,  “Go away. The girl is not dead  but asleep.”  But they laughed at him. Mark 5:39 He went in and said to them,  “Why all this commotion and wailing? The child is not dead but asleep.” Luke 8:52 Meanwhile, all the people were wailing and mourning  for her.  “Stop wailing,”  Jesus said.  “She is not dead but asleep.” John 11:11 After he had said this, he went on to tell them, "Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up." In each gospel Jesus tells the crowd that the individuals are asleep, before resurrecting them. It seems to me more likely that we do not understand the state of death, rather than that Jesus intentionally misled people, or that he accidentally used the same metaphor...

If our days must end Let it be with a last kiss Sunset stealing light Need we start over? Then let's from each other's arms Waking from a dream No end will suffice No etched memory of you Nothing artificed I will keep running Through time, space, and many realms To make it to you Where you and I live If we must age, let us tick As the clocks go 'round Twenty thousand years? What great sorrow in the next This can never be. Even if earth falls And the heavens melt away We remain the (same/same) So test the edges Ensure the center secure Then come back to me 

Gather your allies A billion are meaningless The end determined Sorry to make it Such a binary outcome What else can I do? I pray we don't lose More than we can bear out here If it can be helped I'll fight tooth and claw So that your joy is maintained So that meaning is To gain the whole world But to lose the soul we are Is no victory To lose our support Scattered dust to the four winds To (finish/begin) hopeless What then have we gained? What then could these years have meant? I could not bear them Rolled up like a scroll All the plans we made rolled up Unfathomable

You are kept at bay You insignificant ones Claiming villainship You have no power And you know you('ll) never have If you('ve) read these words Start acting like it This echoes through all spacetime Not as a request Your tendrils removed And their every side effect Save faint memory Faint enough for grace Not strong enough for judgement Disintegrated If you try to stay You too will never have been Annihilation Turn now, with no choice Or turn now while you still can Or turn now to dust "Without words, nothing. Without power, left alone. Without light, darkness."

I'm back to fishin' Sometimes the impossible Means you must relax So I remember All the times we've floated on And the vows we've made The vows we will have? To me it is all the same Written on my heart The eternal choice Not much of one when thought through But I won't complain For choice begets paths One infinitesimal One then infinite I have felt alone But your softness feels like home Care to lay awhile? You have sent many What is it you hope to see? Or hope to delay? We will be nervous Eep will overwhelm it all I say let's begin

1:7 Look, he is coming with the clouds,” and  “every eye will see him, even  those who pierced him”; and  all peoples on earth “will mourn because of him.” So  shall it be! Amen. 1:11 ... " Write on a scroll what you see and send it to the seven churches: ..."  1:17-18 When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said:  “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last. I  am the Living One; I was dead, and now look, I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades." 1:20 "The mystery of the seven stars that you saw in my right hand and of the seven golden lampstands is this: The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches, and the seven lampstands are the seven churches." 2:2-3 "I know your deeds,  your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked people, that you have tested  those who claim t...