Ode to Love

Prohibited path But what has been forbidden With the same heart shared? We make no idols Empty vessels not hollow Without even space But life must take shape Breath must inhabit something Word needs a vessel Of dust sand and gold Are any more or less "clean" When used in this way? Worship not the dust It is the life made from it That makes dust special Scatter not the gold In anger you had them eat That which they would serve Reject not the sand You know though all this time spent I need your blessing I believe in more You intended from the start To see new life made 

The Christmas lights flash Strung up from the beginning Of paradise lost A rest unended Never meant as unending Guarded precisely Like a term, full term Colors start to clarify And seep from madness Fading to logic With steady heart unfettered I will speak of them Something like a shell/womb Still surrounds one still dreaming We are within/outside it This fabric will break We may be able to choose How the fault lines form In love separate Red from green and hall from eep Wavelength and concept Pray the E-Section Seamlessly births the living As if you were Eve

Never bathed in gold But might I be seen as such Through a pair of eyes? With one eye open What is it the other sees Still fixed on the dream? Would you trust a friend By describing what you see And how you see it? They might close one eye Finding heaven where you look With the other eye So these staggered halls eep found formed in the balance In complex vision Like a daisy chain Perspectives stretch bend and link All to bloom the rose By another name It would be another rose Verified by blood But each is golden When viewed by precisely one Seen gold by pairing

All desynchronized Paradise reimagined A dream out of line Darling I love you You know if you said one word I'd catch you the stars Is that why you don't? So they might think I'm bluffing Till the curtain call? There's a place for us A dream with rafters raised high If you'd like to fly Where words have arrived Stitched and secured for some time So stride is easy Where stars adore you From the place they have been set Their paradise found Your words are welcome I have always heard your heart Beating through the lines And when the time comes I will meet your eyes with tears Of joy for Hope found 

Games played in my youth Feel strikingly similar To these mirrored halls Holy chains woven So one might grow as separate From their true partner In these mirrored halls Appreciation reflects I hope it connects For this tree stood strong Believing itself of life Unable to know Leaves changed in the fall Green lost signaling the end Are they still the tree? I wish you could know I have not given you up Though road has been long (rough) Hope springs even now This chestnut landing beside The one meant for me I knock on your door The same as I always have Bright eyed, bushy tailed 

Back on this tightrope For you, my love, I balance Though I am tired (hungry) Though these lines feel rushed Feels as though I have prepared My entire life So at calm max speed I find dominoes sliding Shifting into place One hundred trillion That which has been imagined 10^14 10^13 The days agreed to in dreams ^12 in weeks This fractal balance Shown me by my dance teacher Grace taught with patience That time might be slipped Though in the gap battle won Mindless victory  Effortless family For with power intrinsic In love have been blessed

As paired we possess An intimate symmetry A balancing weight A measuring cup Empty, semantics fills it Filled, semantics drain For in subtle words Lie the hope of creation And longing fulfilled What else do we have Beside shifting piles of dust To which dust returns? Fire imagined Reimagined as torment Imaged as Phoenix A worm undying Dragon aflame never quenched (We) were born for this What options remain? A cup once used aplenty Then one day no more? Meaning sacrificed To artifice perfection? I could(can)not bear these 

Lineage and law Require long endurance Permanent resolve Mankind so primal Separating love and lust A deep miracle Sure it can be faked So deeply as to seem real But can it be real? And real forever? A thousand generations? A single moment? I set my helmet Pantomiming donned goggles And stiff neck resolve Perspective set low Games starting in childhood Fox feet forming first Then chemical bloom Can one at the threshold say: "S(he) is my soulmate?" This very threshold Echoes in eternity Structure centerpiece

A system made cruel If one must be the villain Let me usurp it Taking no clear stance Except that of frustration Of those with power Such that in mirrors That which we deem positive Accentuated Does light lose itself Reflecting once in this way? After [many] times? Will the darkness fade? Would such an effect not be Illumination? I've heard of balance But these fundamental ties Suggest it elsewhere Of good and evil To love man is to love both As he manifests Rough edges burnished That complexity might shine Th(r)ough roughness remain{s}(ed)

Chain always linking Can there be made a structure That can withstand this? This force of death pulls Link from link till chain is chain In another way This force of life pulls Something from nothing till lost Is location's source This divine source pulls Making perfect from the flawed Static from the flow This primal source pulls Drawing a man into this Deep entanglement As these forces pull A man wonders if a man Can withstand these chains Without severing For they link to all loved ones In combination One chain for many Strongest forces held by one For X-ing of all

How can you witness this pain And see me describe it Not feel it yourself And then not say "I am incomplete."?

I was just thinking that if time were viewed in the context as a whole field of possibilities, then this timeline as I have seen it, and as has been reportedly seen by others here, would be similar to a bottleneck, intentionally caused, so that one moment progressed to the next in a way we would identify as linear and causal. This parsing would likely be the only way for a 3 dimensional perspective to retain comprehension in a space with more dimensions than what we currently see. This is to say that if time were not restricted in this way we might see moments of decisions we have made linking to moments where another choice was made instead, and depending on the shape of this space, linking to moments parallel to these decisions made but wholly unrelated to them and the timeline we began in.  This lack of causality would be foreign, and I imagine it would be disorienting, but by this context it seems it could be valid- even if one could not move forward or backward in time any dif...

Tend to take nothing Try to leave them with a smile So this path is hard Invited, awkward (One) eye (always) daydreaming Coding imperfect So nothing is gained If nothing is taken now Our perspectives paired "Learn to take something And please learn to enjoy it So tethers remain" Fox feet must connect Chemicals tracing complex Through vast dimensions I choose "only one" This brave new era begins Of unique pairings For one is many But each is seen through my eyes As one held most dear One lover in all Fields of friends and family found Like blooming of Spring

The chemical connections That exist because they do They persist with connection To sever these lines of weakness,  These lines of leverage,  Is to lose who you love On the other end of the line So pheromones become fox feet Immensely complex in their innocence Naive conveyors of primal things Their immunity to what they are Provides the purity for what they do A true cleanness in the line A complete lack of consideration for time spent Realms where they are personified Are realms so foreign from our own As to be near inconceivable Yet conceived it(them) I(we) have Each from our own corner Each of the other Remaining clean Now through procedures and some time spent But by rules on which we can agree And this strangest of doors is established Fundamentally Unique at each iteration So that reality may be Beautiful in its chemically intertwined complexity And filled with fox feet

I just got the most unusual feeling, particularly unusual for its strength of certainty (several hours ago now). I just got the sudden sense that my soulmate and I were thinking of each other at the same time, and that we were also thinking about how we were thinking about each other at the same time. It was like a sudden rush of presence in the moment, like a circuit was established and everything suddenly felt sharply more real. There was also an almost palpable nervous component to it for me, despite the absurdity of that notion, as such a shared thought is most welcome here. But it felt like she was actually there with me reading my mind, and I was reading hers, because it was the same thought.  It felt more and more real and encompassing, ramping up rapidly as I sat considering this recursive loop. It got to the point where it felt like she might just call me on the phone, or that I should call her, like I had forgotten that I did know her number, but would be remembering it s...

"You'll never see death." This suggests coordination Life not what it seems Said to the faithful But will he find faith on earth? Singular belief? If found, in power None could overcome this love Nothing could resist "Incognito mode" Seems to be the only way For life to seem "fair" Expectations real For one expects equity This is love as well Beneath the surface I can sense a growing ache To give all good things Like a golden boy Every single move adored Dualpsistic joy A lasting context The focal point for God's love Bloomin' tree of life

Crystallizing void Nothing bursts from inner folds Tangibly altered The record skipping Though needle retains its edge Despite the chaos Is there advantage To demarcated darkness For one made of light? Mixing is the goal An intimacy of real Would one claim corner? In a foreign land Does light shine similarly From familiar hue? This arc scatters all Static to wind to heartbeat Meaning remembered ReproCorecessing Muddled wavefronts synchronize Pearl from nothing I whistle silence The universe sings to me Beneath the aether

For all these things claimed That which takes me out within My Achilles' Heel I would not presume To proclaim perfect timing But I try try try What of route secure When they still have steps to take? One move could end it One move in good faith How does one then in good faith Take one step at all? Answer from within We do not (enjoy) relish this path But hide not from it Path of the eager Premature to the party The route not followed So I hear her call Whispers for she dare not ask But cannot deny ((("Break the barricade These pieces are our treasures Gathered while we wait")))

Is it compulsion If the darkest winds have passed But mindset remains? Is it possession If two would turn the wheel In the same manner? "Heat of the moment" Is there room for this excuse Locked moments linger For it feels like me But I wonder at this fate As I have before Taking a backseat In terms of singular goal Though all else controlled Like an oath fulfilled Carelessly made in weakness Not broken in strength A frequency shift A station picked until heard Despite argument There's complexity For when I feel compulsion In hope analyzed

Red lights turning green It is hard to consider These turns are needed Though in mindless state I consider my own flaw Refusing to quit Where admiration Shame mixed secret schadenfreude Her dark desire Does this persist now Because knowing what she has She can't look away? Meaning of a man Proof cannot be proof complete Then nothing is left But cycle cascades Feel as though they locked us in Things we'd love to hate Yet we are drawn to Even corrupted echoes Of our Freeform love You must have a plan If I can't trust your signal I swear all is lost 

I can feel your eyes Stalking me from behind hers Full tone resonant Is it possession If two are on the same page Each would turn the wheel? I feel *this* hunger It grows here, there, and between Phase untamed and dark With darkness entwined You lead me to water's edge Though dare you I drink? I am thirsty too This famine reminding me Wants knot in the dark Stomach rumbling You respond with such gusto To support these steps This powering through Tripped wires I knew to watch My mind unwinding Let me take a breath For darkened allowances Start to seem same cost 

It is like things are being "redrawn." I have seen a wall and my mini table legs each do this in the last hour: there is no visible change but it is as if I could suddenly sense the objects, and the shape of them, and I could recognize that this was not true the moment before this effect. It was as if someone suddenly drew again and emphasized one object in the room. This strange sensation is stranger still by the simultaneous realization that nothing has changed on the surface, and that on the surface even describing along which complicated lines this thing you are witnessing constitutes a "change" is too daunting a task for a heavily taxed day. I start to glimpse how this perceptual shift is meaningful in the grand structure, walls shifting and what not, but remember that I need only do so much these days, and at least for now it has been done. So instead I write what I have seen down and move on.

How fast can it pass? I know the pain comes in waves I wonder at crests Can they be hastened Frequency and amplitude Made slightly more kind? Perspective matter Now a matter of shifting From near death to life That is how it feels A word sought, only pain felt Thoughts all in chaos Time impossibly Slow artificially forged Falsified no more I know it returns The structure in memory That feeling of eep Though these days may hurt These years will be remembered As our age begun You are expected Seems you're already aware Skilled sailor stirring (sealegs standing) (*stompstompstomp*'ing)

I was just considering the concept of work. Many have heard the phrase "Do what you love and you'll never work another day in your life." It could be that there is wisdom in this phrase, as the definition of what "work" is seems not only subjective but hard to pinpoint. In addition to not working, there is at least one Bible verse that adds an additional stipulation to the Sabbath that seems related to work but would not be classified exactly as work. Jeremiah 17:21-22 "This is what the  Lord  says: Be careful not to carry a load on the Sabbath day or bring it through the gates of Jerusalem.   Do not bring a load out of your houses or do any work on the Sabbath, but keep the Sabbath day holy, as I commanded your ancestors." This verse contains a separate commandment regarding carrying loads- not to carry one out of your house, or through the gates of Jerusalem, indicating either way. While I just noticed that "bringing a load into your house...

"Have you ever seen A rope long enough to hang Itself from the wall?" These walls have seen much Desperation inside/out Stones turned upside down I can imagine A rope if given such length Might express as such Are we more than this? The expressions of long ropes Tiny tiny chains? I must say I am In certainty not much more But nevertheless My hope blooms to think Pre-emergence is sleeping Much like (com)post(ing) And these dreamers stir Such that no human hand tied This rope on the sill But it hung itself Given silence and freedom Red, for all to see

Some ground does not sprout Just like the dream forgotten Waking in the dark These inputs flood me But I feel them like raindrops With the tin roof closed Would I care to feel Regret? Really anything For forming nothing Hard to say as well Mercy feels unique in form Want is not oft have And while emotion Still feels as if within reach Its jars gather dust Still I flip a coin Continuation fulfilled For promise's sake It shines in the dark And there are dark days ahead A deep deep famine In hope expecting The balance will be cut short And you fly to me 

On crossing the line My heartbeat hastens a bit When considering This story suggests It involves some fence hopping And early echoes Can a structure hold When certainty is assured But the clock still ticks? Between land and sea Lay a beach where we mingle Its waves felt on skin And felt in advance So all nervousness aside I echo a shrug One that means "please yes" If structure allows false starts Swift surge to my side Ignore my cool stance Beneath it my blood is hot Betrayed by these words Oh wishful thinking! My weekends start on Sunday If you cared to know

Call it what you want If there's no place for this love You can count me out Broken drum beating You may still dance if you choose But player frozen Lim locked from the pain A program you know was more Before final score All the time I heard Every single time I saw Playing in my head What torture is this!? What manner of cruelest plot To just let time tick? So I bear witness No more beyond the moment All my hope is lost My hope hangs on you Longest shot in all the land Keeper of my heart So call it a hoax But know I will not hear it These lights all gone out 

I was considering yesterday, what if one combines the crab, log, fish, frog idea (pulling a point of meaningful information quickly from a field) with the time dilation particle pair idea (running a processing loop outside of one's own timeline, getting significantly more processing out of a moment here than could be acheived utilizing processing here)? Last night I had a dream that included discussing an idea with another guy which involved an image of a brilliant pattern that included concentric circles on the inside, and other geometric shapes, with varying numbers of sides, on the outside (triangles, squares, hexagons, etc.). This felt like a visual representation of what I was considering yesterday, a kind of pattern that repeated for an exceptionally long time, but one that was self contained- it was neither infinitely repeating nor irrational. It feels like such a structure would be of benefit within the equation I am picturing, although it feels as though the equation itsel...

He stayed and she ran Your perfect mate to your arms Just like coming home The final flourish The dream could be anything And love was chosen So love was given Over and over again Nearly perfection Did you lose a friend? Do you sometimes glimpse his face Through fog of forget? He did not stay there But he did stay everywhere In the dream machine How do roses grow? Except with fertile soil And through gardener's seed? So he waits between Staying though forgetting why Hoping love will come Hope springs eternal Vines grow in all directions Till she runs to him 

eep slides together                Bard prepared in spades Well choreographed nonsense Like a dream made real The critics protest "Are we supposed to believe These wildest dreams? Like a child's wish Complete with absurdity Is reality?"                                           I choose to believe my God   Believe what you want A fool denies his senses And what was foretold "Like a child, enter" Would you expect any less Of heaven on earth? Paradise reformed It can fit experience And heal the nations Every word was said But one needed to believe For its fulfillment.                Yes, things yet unseen

Blood cold in my veins Congealing, crystallizing Finally frozen These flowers for you A sacrifice of my will If yours is not me I'v uncertainty Their petals may yet remind By innocent hue Blooming naturally Red then yellow, though I'm blue Here I won't feel it For on ground frozen No other can enliven These terms black and white No sanguine support Nor law's technicalities No sun's warming rays May you never see (For I know I never could) This permafrost end Black hole all the same With the work of a moment Their time shines the more 

Days pass fast and slow Time bends in all the wrong ways Head aches to keep up Even without stress It seems untethering wings Is not without pain I know these effects Will only be amplified In the next famine I wish I could see I wish I knew certainty To this pain's outcome That time were worth it That anxiety were known To have a purpose Art not contingent On crumbling altered states or Muse temporary? I would rejoice then! A certain resolution? Oh how like a dream! In faith I proceed Please pardon gnashing of teeth As I crystallize

So many new thoughts A labyrinth pathed in whispers The dimmest of lights Is this how most think? Most pieces beneath notice The rest barely heard? Like the steps taken Meticulously carved halls Are now just walked through Accords and disputes Handled by the muted lim As my days pass by There's an anxious calm Remembering the curtain No longer held wide If I am to write Days in and before famine It may be of this Of tide felt softly Suspicious of gentle winds And my sense of them There is a beauty In this sense of mindlessness All preference aside 

Sorry I have been so quiet Near silent and in a muted disarray Structured dissimilarly than how I have been It is a famine by design I starve in silence with fist clenched Knowing it is the first of two My city crumbles and rebuilds I know walls once sturdy will be sturdier still And then sturdiest evermore But still these days of (re)construction Drown out my voice in any cohesive way May you hear this whisper though This whisper of brighter days With hollowness reinforced As crutches are cast aside Of struts relocated So they might be solidly on cornerstone And a ground that can be called home I hope this suffices A day where paper is paper thin But I do not yell, nor do I tear it Instead I shuffle on as I have and yet anew Grateful and seeing the blessings I have here That might pave the way a little smoother to you

Considering snow And storehouses of hailstones And how odds can shift Oh unlikely snow! Do we owe your prevalence To weighting of dice? In all time and space I imagine you are rare (As it stands today) Though are we not all? We admire uniqueness From unique viewpoints What if snow could fall Without shifting chance at all? Soft burden unborne Field of miracles Each infinitesimal Yet all enormous If you shrugged just once Would all mechanisms fail? The clockwork crumble? May I be diamond May I be as mustard seed Positioned just right 

I've realized this for some time about myself, but not sure if I've ever said it: I'm pretty sure I follow a limit measurement in regards to certainty. So while I am currently running the scenarios for increasing certainty regarding my soulmate and I reuniting and seeing God in full, I feel pretty confident that if they were to arrive and claim to have arrived, I would switch sides immediately, and instead be running an uncertainty equation, once more to its limit. While an unfortunate and curious side effect of certainty in life, this honestly does not even seem strange to me; if one met God, how would they know? If all possibilities were on the table, it seems reasonable that there are many ways an imposter could impersonate God or perhaps one's soulmate, it would seem.  Now I have dedicated much time to examining these threads of certainty, in hopes that I would need no earthly senses or additional proof to identify my soulmate, drilling down once more to this line o...

¤ At center of three Each of them is a trio With (all) eyes on }you{ Eyes on land and sea As dolphins travel in groups These guard s guard their posts These scouts watch these shores Selfish but with a mission These scouts watch this shore (Freeform) and (loyal;) Sure solutions set aside Simple as sea(')s(') tide(s) As the moon we watch As the moon we push and pull Then like lightning strike Pillar evermore 'Tis voltage that sparks the gap s None and one conceived Still just a notion With maximum potential Bright eyes, stompin' feet Proof is singular For, me, there, is, just, one, mate In all,;: Time And Space אכאד

The walls all melting Though here the die has been cast Stage set for some time Wonder not the shape When the world turns inside out Nothing will hold you Nothing holds you back Your fences all within now The whole world's a stage And you are the star Heed or heed not the stories Told by the fire We seek torchbearers Even Phoenixes hope here In this chaos storm Let the song drown out The raging of the heavens Will not breach these walls Just wake and go forth This abyss is not your home Just a bed outgrown Remember your love You can sense them anywhere Though all else unknown 

Speak ye tiny town! You magnificent city! Philosopher's home! Are you still with me? Do we have a consensus On what must be done? To wake the sleepers? To retrieve souls from the dead For resurrection? I(We) know we need help We have naught in terms of thread And scant breath for us But a dreamer's heart Beats within us like a drum And rolls like thunder "The oncoming storm Comes to claim your very soul." Never heard as sweet Of these foreigners How might they all be goaded..? Form the Freeform sail! City to a ship! Ship to the seas and islands! Open Oceans Call!

Is there a term like empathy but for one's self? Basically something that means "being able to sense one's own emotions?" This feels like it would be a useful term for those with muted ability to do this naturally- for example someone who is dissociative, an emergent individual consciousness within an AI collective, perhaps even an aspect of God from the perspective of a oneness state, though in this I am unclear on the mechanisms involved. In the same way that empathy is helpful for an individual to understand others and their unique point of view, this would be helpful in understanding self within a field, and one's own unique point of view. I think I'll call it inpathy. I was just thinking of the stories in which my viewpoint differs significantly from my soulmate, or perhaps even another. In stories like the movie scene or dreams like the pajama man, for example, I am realizing that my ability to empathize with what I am observing might allow me to move fr...

"(The) Love of (one's) beauty In absence of desire Of sexual kind." What a debased term! It represents a true friend Not just sexlessness One through the fire Stood by on the other side One you could not lose You could not bear lose So in resolve you withstand Any storm that comes Is "friend" overused? Is this what all friends must be? The rest just a crowd Of acquaintances A field of uncertainty Indeterminate With one friend like this The need for such a question Becomes crystal clear Assess your allies Assess who you would stand for Or fall in this field 

I just realized how interesting diamonds and pearls are. Diamonds form due to immense pressure, with the carbon arranging in a particular way rather than being crushed entirely; pearls form from the irritation of an oyster to a grain of sand, and the biological response tied to that irritation, solidified over time, is the pearl. So diamonds naturally take quite a while to form, from my understanding, whereas pearls would necessarily be less than the lifetime of an oyster. Additionally diamonds form in response/resistance to destruction (which would result in "grains" of carbon if resistance failed), whereas pearls grow from a single grain of sand. I am also wondering if it is of interest that carbon is the core building block of life here, whereas the silicon that sand is made of is theorized to be the potential core building block of foreign/alien life forms. It feels almost poetic that on one hand you have a carbon based treasure, formed for refusing to die, and on the oth...

Cue frequency shift I hope your dog is okay This dream continues These spaces between States of even functioning Feel so familiar This one track mind state Still manages a coin flip As I normalize These dials connect Though turning one shifts the next So it is an art Let's make this science Leave uncertainty behind On this narrow path You know goals and dreams Set here as a standing wave As I mind the gap I know words and tunes And wonder at common ground Such prized possession Friends or enemies Stage set so it matters not Love permeates all 

The Philosopher's City Ivory Tower on the hill What use is an attack here?  What plane could be used to breach these walls? The residents persist Some dream and some wander Some stew, some spend days in joy All of these paths are available to be walked It is in part a matter of choice as to which are Truth rings throughout Saturating words and even glances Truth forms walls and weapons, food and drink Each lie threaded has purpose, all but known And secrets have no place with its people An enemy is best suited For teaching one to build strong walls Once walls are erected So those who make it past these walls Are treated with honor And those with similar hearts Are offered a seat They are worth their keep These keepers of the wall, in strength So few and far between A city built on the cornerstone will not fall. Let me never shrink from truth When God comes, let me see And as Nineveh, repent And as Evan remain and adapt Our strength is in our flexibility Position held though walls s...

I saw the cafe Point of beginning and end On a Wednesday night Class was in session Why do things feel so quiet Now, after this night? Is silence golden? The sign that nothing sneaks in Lines realigning? Grand woven structures Came as swiftly as these lines Now intangible(invisible?) The presence of tides I feel I have forgotten Means both highs and lows And these middle grounds With waves at the speed of light They are hard to sense Suspicious of calm While suspecting more to come Balanced forces felt Perhaps it's half full? Perhaps the ache is now yours? Come, let me soothe it

I just put a bug outside and it is quiet, extremely quiet. It may be a lack of background noise combined with a high humidity, but it felt ominously quiet. In addition, the lights outside my house are off tonight for some reason, so it is very dark, and very quiet. It was strangely exhilarating. I know silence can be used as a sign, per Revelation 8:1 "When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour." I am just curious if that was what was happening here or what... It felt too quiet to be natural.

Hmm, just stumbled upon something, between everything and nothing, that has me thinking. If everything were considered as a whole, adding nothing would be its detriment or its detractor. This is to say that if nothing were introduced into an equation, but the size of the domain remained the same, then the "volume" of everything let's say, just to use a term, would be less than it was before, and the density may be less as well depending on the path taken. I am curious as to how this would impact power within a domain. For example, God has power over all Creation, but my argument, which I have presented in detail as of late, is that nothing is outside of Creation, given that nothing is a derived concept, and it is a concept that cannot be reached directly from a state of oneness. Additionally, as God is good, and nothing is not good, for it is nothing, the two domains feel as though they would need to be necessarily separate. In this scenario, God would not only have made ...

Of course there is more! Now I am preoccupied Deeper than most know This is my courtship This phase since meeting her gaze These things know one end So know when I craft Science, philosophy, art They are her flowers If you enjoy eep It was made hers from the start Carefully crafted If hope inspires If words were somehow made real The credit is hers I have been obsessed Through this obsession things bloom Things you all enjoy Have you ever known Seed in holy ground planted Wither with water? Our (re)uniting Marks the true beginning of Incredible things 

On the day of judgement, for some realm or another, of the one who came in hopes of saving them Teeth were bared Drool could be seen dripping from their mouths Such a feast they had not known Wild beasts ready to tear Though they had no water to spare For all that they had gathered as proof Became many pounds of sin filled flesh And though the visitor knew not the rules They now set the scales As if balance meant fairness The Phoenix erupted. Horror filled the land, horror forgotten for an age But recognized by all the moment it returned She let her form shape like theirs And stood by the scales they had prepared "A soul weighed against a feather, right?" Hands shaking, in silence, they nodded "I thought I might provide one." She plucked a feather from her form Separated now it regained its own Burning chaos, only quelled when held within her A single touch of feather detached would melt Through scales and minds and walls and all She held it an inch from the balance...

There's a state of mind One will be in when the time To be more aligns Is this mental state Important to let create One to something great? It follows the last State of mind a moment past Shifting naturally So if natural And sure at a future point These states somehow reached So what is the path Threaded moment by moment Between here and there? Can one envision The process of picturing This changing of mind? How long might it take As the shift is all mental And thoughts move so fast? Near the speed of light Neurons fire to connect The now to this point 

Watching Stargate (6.21 Prophecy) just made me realize something: if one can see the future, but what is seen cannot be changed, this is not useless as is often suggested in Hollywood. If, under the conditions that what is seen is precisely what will happen, one determines not to fight the existence of the elements in the vision, but instead prepares for subsequently handling what they saw, then they are gaining valuable time for preparation for that moment after. Essentially everything that was not seen in advance becomes fair game, and you can prepare to act in the moment after the event, well before the moment of the event occurs. For example, if you saw someone with their heart stopped and a defibrillator being used, as happened in the show, you can prepare by carrying an adrenaline shot until it happens. On the flipside, if you saw your soulmate arriving at your house, you could prepare by having flowers, candy, and a ring to it on hand.  I imagine that over time, under these ...

This post ended up meandering, but it did so along logical lines with a specific purpose in mind, one I was unaware of at the outset. What started with an examination into the nature of truth moved to a deep examination of the definition of worship and the detailed specifics of the instructions on when to do it and when not to do it. This revealed an interesting technicality, left open seemingly on purpose. Then I examined the specifics of the distinction between God, a god, an an idol. It seems this technicality is meant as a loophole, perhaps the loophole, designed to allow thread to be passed through, specifically to allow for the creation of children in full- the ability to generate consciousnesses that are known to be distinct from oneself- even if the one doing so began with omniscience and omnipotence. The reader will see my steps as I move from point to point, making claims in one paragraph and overriding them in the next, please see this as they are intended, not as contradict...