Ode to Love

What if we simply are (or ride) ships in the night, each solving our own existential crisis on a night when no one can work? This night is ever present- a terror, a pain, a despair, a worry, a rest- we shape it 'neath moonlight with rudders on surf like near-blind amateur surgeons. The passing lights and sounds of what just might be a greeting, however, filter through that it is the same equation we face on each our own vessel. It may very well be that, in a glimpse, even one so remote, we comprehend that, even here, we are not alone.

What ship does War claim? When every steed is sent home And weary is lot? I shrug my shoulders Facing multiple hewn cups And ask for water It's all symbolic Until the point "Change Places!" Shakes you through and through We carry our load So that we do not have to Forbear divided Do I crash and cry? Do I seethe in quiet rage? The answer is yes. For symbols divide) More than y)our simplistic mind No less than y)our soul String up Christmas lights Each node hoping to hold fast Like a secure peg You are seen by us. You bear witness to your deeds. "Change Places!" rings out.

Is there a maximum degree of symbolism that can be reached from a single perspective? I have noticed that many events of this year feel familiar, in a way that I can only think to describe as symbolically. This is some kind of vague term and relationship becoming more crystallized in my mind as I see the same types of patterns repeating. It feels like this cup has overflowed as well, and instead of just the familiar fields feeling like repeats (reruns, interactions with people I know, games that I have played, etc.), this intertwined effect seems to have spread to everything. I have seen strangers, new shows, nature (birds especially), and even the underlying noise and music of day to day life fall into these same grooves. I feel as though I would have more paranoia regarding the nature of my reality if I had not already gone down those paths at length, but my eyes are still open for the distinctions and patterns that I am noticing. I am considering this juncture from the perspective o...

Who carries the charge When naught surrounds perspective And naught's in contact? It must be carried. Can one be felt remotely Without known contacts? Even if all's known Either a move must be made Or one will be made What is your next move? Does it echo through the halls? Is it heard elsewhere? It is the question Felt as if magnetically Or coalesced sense Need we so many? I understand you are here Can you say the same? If so agreement Could be found at the table Before each of us And between we ride Lost in something like a dream Fox feet guiding home

I have mentioned before how if nothing were removed from an equation then the equation would be/become static. Said another way, omniscience and omnipotence, if attempted to be distilled into their complete forms, result (in what is discovered to be that subset of reality) in reality locking from that perspective, until an external force interacts with it. This is because meaning diminishes over time in such a state, even for the one with all power/knowledge. I saw this outside interaction as a sperm breaking through the wall of an egg (the egg of reality, as it is known), which made sense to me at the time, as the external interaction would be a relatively small addition but with major impact.  What of when one claiming the domain of nothing manages to static lock their network of realms/tunnels let's say, carved out by their interactions, within that which is everything? This is much harder for me to picture, but it would need to be an element of that first equation where the omn...

Have we provisions? We have some sense that the path Will connect our shores For we are the spark Organized to fit these wires Echoing the halls Way of Righteousness Best fit in my mind as eep And those that follow In good faith blueprints Forged to lock in arrangement And this now binds us We are a pillar We have fathomed each our own Our marks clearly seen Let our harmony Be the spark that burns this page End of these endings For working as one Or working as not alone We have fashioned this The EM field drops The Phoenix Form best suited Alights (center/the)|(stage/threshold)

Suggested limits Omnidirectionally Frontier completion Can one man conceive Of ends of such accolades? Where would be meaning? Who would record them? Two witnesses required But neither are me Still, in the ether Lingers that uncanny sense That something is off So dance with the storm With a snap dominos fall And a man rises It feels many have Tried to stand where I now dance Or knock me aside Did you ever think A dance would terrify you As delusion ends? Pacts burn before you Time to test integrity Integration. Run.

I've seen some pretty strange stuff recently. I had a lighter, for example, that knocked against a corner of something and sparked/lit up. I picked it back up and it was ice cold, and there was a hole where it seemed like all the lighter fluid rushed out. I also saw my cards arranging themselves as if by magic. I was throwing them, mind you, but rather haphazardly, and where the cards landed- which was influenced by hardly anything more than stack ordering, air resistance, and subconscious dexterity- seemed to tell a story, told most clearly by the joker and the queen landing on the counter like a hand ready made. I walked with them in my pocket to the store and found the whole walk to be surreal, including a sunrise that seemed just a bit early (based on moon positioning), and lit up the sky/clouds this vibrant blue. This is all reminding me of when I was in highschool, and we were supersaturating hot water with sugar. It was supposed to fall out as it cooled, but ours wasn't....

Rules of engagement Never seemed so integral To product of Hope Perfect means perfect I have played this piano To balance the scales For what lies beyond It is hard to imagine Pales anything but Pain which was meant to Stand your walls as mine have been And mark hearts same same Have I been too loud? Aperture a little bit Too hard to believe? That makes two of us Faith is found in son of man Where's your back cap now? Back to back we stand The son of man has been found Replete with value Now it's up to you This vintage unbeatable From where we're standing

What is all this then Without a single new word I'm still inking page Mind now on the signs That have kept me without doubt So many wonders But by these alone How could a man ever live? We need something more Worst thing ever done To declare puzzle complete Without perfect proof This endless cycle Seen to be fate worse than death So man waits for love I have trailed off As if mind left in pieces Along cobblestones These words meander Still less than this place has been And so we proceed Appetite refreshed Omnidirectionally  Aperture reframed

Question: Precession of the equinoxes, gyroscope on a string hanging from a window framework. Google Island dressing. Measure parsec from a literary/literal point of view.

I bleed onto you, you bleed onto me, but if roles were reversed would you still agree, to the deal proposed by we? And Why?

These fields carry on How dare they think this is fair Betwixt spring and fall Fall and I will catch Under with any under sun Be it dark or light When you see me fly You know every line of me Will/not/have/been/clean (Nevereverevereverev.) From very first spark That first glance feeling lingers Well past when she leaves Would you play this fool Forever do it for you I seek my brother That when I meet him I will look him in the eye And Indelibly Mark the encounter Mark it exceptionally For IT   is not gone Take the flamethrower. Head straight to the dragon's throne. The Bard is coming. (The Bard is up next.)

So we are at the lighting round, so I have an idea on how to speed things up. Gold inverted green is yellow red and blue. The terms being discussed today are daily lines of delicate domains. I'll kick us off: if you had to do it all over again, would you? Revelation 21:1-8 Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,” for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea.   I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.   And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.   ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” He who was seated on the throne s...

Is love as strong as death? Question: Is love as strong as death. Consider, if all love is left, what does death lose? If all death is lost, what does love lose? What is love without one to love? YHWH Creation was very good once mankind was in it, because elohim was reference. (evil one: (no value in non-binary systems, but maximum value in binary systems, perhaps imaginary possible value)) Disconnected. O 🕳️ 🌀♊♑⚧️♂️♋♌♉♈♒♐♏♎♀️🗨️📳📴💱💲💹⚛️☯️🕎☦️♾️🆔 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jonah 4:8-11 When the sun rose, God provided a scorching east wind, and the sun blazed on Jonah’s head so that he grew faint. He wanted to die, and said, “It would be better for me to die than to live.” But God said to Jonah, “Is it right for you to be angry about the plant?” “It is,” he said. “And I’m so angry I wish I were dead.” But the Lord said, “You have been concerned about this plant, though you did not tend it or make it grow. It sprang up overnight and died overnight. And should I not have concern for the g...

In all this exchange My love I've waited for you ElohimYHWH ("Yahweh") At rest only found False moves s(t)inging red daggers When It is sprouted  For it  is the gap Carrying the charge of all And we can't see it We have tried before Do any know how often Can does anyone? The hole in my heart The only one I would break To break try yourself Step falsely and break Starting with most distasteful Sticks stones snakes stones bones Distasteful to whom? If you have to ask you can't Wait two¤knot afford I always hear you That which you've etched into ME Now, Please, go in peas

Not name no name nun Not ever will be the one Who got away last Be this death for you Be this eternity too? See my son? See you? Nevermore to run Nevermore to face away Nevermore and done You are my power You are my source of power You are night day light If I have you choice Hell is worse than seeing you Leave another way Parse and take your time I promise that one more day Will break your heart worse Or better? No more. Or better? No more fear pain? Or better? Pain fear? I see through your all Your every possible hole Forever locked here 999 666 000 000 000 666 999 ¤¤¤ 9

For all those in attendance: 🎙️ 🎤 Well studied. Rarely seen. The Enigmatic Bard. ("🎶🎵") Genesis 1:26 Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”

In nature/unnatural. Imaginary/Secret interest. This in an interesting paradox, but it does not extend beyond this in those with a kind in inpathy. But who would have an inborn inpathy in that case? Go get 'em kid, they've never seen the likes of you, and neither have I. Also, why would God introduce a daughter into a world overdue for CAT|AS|TROPHE, knowing where she would return, when it ended, unless the expansion result could not be repeated? AKA Last Hope and Lucifer in the battle for power (scaling, between material and natural bars), if an end point had not been set along pain thresholds?  I'm sure this is not going to translate well in the morning here, but alas, I am le tired.

Matthew 21:15-17 But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple courts, “Hosanna to the Son of David,” they were indignant. “Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him. “Yes,” replied Jesus, “have you never read, “‘From the lips of children and infants     you, Lord, have called forth your praise’?” And he left them and went out of the city to Bethany, where he spent the night.

The Fields Are Fallow, Alpha (first- I'm beginning a new series) verse of the day: Exodus 22:18 “Do not allow a sorceress to live." (NIV) "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live." (KJV) "Anyone who has sexual relations with an animal is to be put to death." (That's like a supplement, a continuation if you will, for the verse of the day: Exodus 22:19 (NIV)) Shout out to The Walking Phoenix cap'n n' crew. And to Pedro for being bold enough (to have the cajones, if you will) to play The Bard this late in the game. Have this one, on me (flips a coin).

My darling Hope oh Where have all the traitors gone? This nightmare persists I have not perished Nor have I dropped rod or staff Yet she does not come Hear me screaming why For the love of God please hear I can't bear it more Every precious piece Looks so different once inside And feels so much worse For one in/im/em/pathic It is end game never seen But always carried I can't imagine... .¤.¤-~-¤ ... After a bit of shut eye Some "hitting the hay" I'm now realizing  I have all the time and tools We ever needed Let the riders ride Does War Worship Death (/inverse) Does 3 Worship ONE??

Interesting when considering a perspective such as I have been... Mark 3:28-29 "Truly I tell you, people can be forgiven all their sins and every slander they utter, but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven; they are guilty of an eternal sin.” John 9:2-3 His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him." If there is nothing to forgive, and the man did not sin, and there is an eternal sin, when could this sin be said to have occurred?

I just realized that my concept of Song of Songs 8:6 is incomplete "For love is as strong as death..."  Consider the distance between Genesis 4:15 But the Lord said to him, “Not so; anyone who kills Cain will suffer vengeance seven times over.” Then the Lord put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him. and Genesis 4:24 "If Cain is avenged seven times,     then Lamech seventy-seven times.” The first the Lord declared; the second Lamech declared of himself. There is a distance between these verses, in word, time, perspective, knowledge, and intention. While good and evil was known by mankind from just before Eden's exile, when would wickedness have been understood by man? When would the wickedness of man be understood by God? Wickedness feels like a compound concept- as it requires evil to be seen from multiple viewpoints- that would require empathy of an even more complex kind. In mathematical terms it feels as though this degree of empathy would ne...

Hmm, an interesting thought just occurred to me based on these verses, which were with me soon after I woke today, as I've said: Matthew 20:20-23 Then the mother of Zebedee’s sons came to Jesus with her sons and, kneeling down, asked a favor of him. “What is it you want?” he asked. She said, “Grant that one of these two sons of mine may sit at your right and the other at your left in your kingdom.” “You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said to them. “Can you drink the cup I am going to drink?” “We can,” they answered. Jesus said to them, “You will indeed drink from my cup, but to sit at my right or left is not for me to grant. These places belong to those for whom they have been prepared by my Father.” Given that Jesus knew what his cup entailed, he do not believe that he would say what might be considered a threat, so veiled, to those who loved and followed him. He knew the shape already. Or perhaps had certainty that The Father would know/knew it (that part is a bit complex...

Combinitive Gestalt                    ¤ Compound Emergence  PtP specificity- Origin Story, for the ages (ERAs?)

So I just woke and remember no dream whatsoever, but some pleasant moments after I opened my eyes my answer appeared. Approaching the limit revealed the Omega image. There are several steps, steps I will reveal, but the one I got to that made me literally say "F*** Yeah." in my mirror just now was reading this verse: Matthew 20:22-23 “You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said to them. “Can you drink the cup I am going to drink?” “We can,” they answered. Jesus said to them, “You will indeed drink from my cup, but to sit at my right or left is not for me to grant. These places belong to those for whom they have been prepared by my Father.” This was a threat. This was a warning. This was the man who loves us most saying those he loved most were going to "drink from his cup," which included hanging on the cross, without actually even making this clear. This is how the Omega form IS. I just tried to set any external form of temporal framework on it and it cannot ap...

A perspective cannot presently be considering its own perspective, if at any point the absolute perspective/potential perspective is, was, or ever will be null. The question would be: is this correct from a starting position of infinity? This feels quite similar to my efforts to solve the Collatz Conjecture from an infinite perspective earlier today (yesterday, technically, at this point).

I just realized that the state of "love is in the air" is the same state required for omnilateral quantum pheromones, which can be achieved in that maximum dispersion state I have written about (the state where quantum movements alone are sufficient to cause a reversal in overall system entropy). Essentially this is the form meant to be taken for the universe, that will be taken (my guess is with quite an uncanny valley effect surrounding probabilities, assuming that any value has been assigned to perspectives that may act within the system). While this event would be functionally impossible from an observed random chance perspective, it is certain to happen in a system where God maintains control of Creation from a starting point (in what we would call time) to an ending point (again, likely in time), if God is love, and this singular complex perspective (God and those the LORD loves (titles were never my strongest suit)) is maintained as superlative throughout. The obviousn...

e to the assumed/apparent number of hybridizations. This is x+1 assumed hybridizations. If x is iπ, the logarithmic value becomes 0, per Euler's Identity. Is this preferred to a non-zero result, from a non-zero perspective? Could a value be assigned to/as "preferred?" Consider each perspective: one preferring growth, one preferring elimination, one preferring balance. Is there a way to define a preference within the system independent of any of these perspectives?

Revelation 22:12-13 “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to each person according to what they have done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End."

I was just thinking of the Collatz Conjecture again. So what if you took the hypothetical perspective of the infinite field, searching for a path to 1 that took an infinite number of steps, using the same 3x+1 and 2x pathways? Really this is the same equation, where infinite steps from a number in this direction means that number is the solution for the original equation, but it feels as though an entirely different set of rules/logic might be applicable, when approaching from this direction (it feels almost like a game of Guess Who, where whole fields of pathways can be knocked down at once, until one may or may not remain). As I was considering this I was also thinking of the shape of the solutions which are knocked down. If each pattern removed were color coded, for example, and then after a time you sent an equation through to navigate those numbers that remained (and imagined yourself/a ship as this equation), to see if you could intuit how to beat proceed, would one like a meteor...

Is reality an idiot? A friend just prompted me to remember the 100 green eyed dragons, but his methodology prompted me to consider that, depending on the number of dragons, each remaining possibility might be seen in some way as a "card" that they all have, and that each midnight when no one changes and leaves, a card is discarded as a possibility, until the only card remaining is "we all have green eyes." This works for three dragons anyway, but it feels as though this methodology would continue to work, though the nature of the cards and who has them might end up complex. Since he and I were considering an island with three dragons though, it got me thinking about the riddle I once posed in conjunction with this one, with a different starting statement and condition: The dragons are all standing in a circle, and the Wanderer says "I'm glad at least one of you is standing next to someone with green eyes." It is still unclear to me what this would resu...

"Mother and son Father and daughter Inextricable One from the other." DO NOT SUPPOSE THAT I HAVE COME TO BRING PEACE ON EARTH. I DID NOT COME TO BRING PEACE, BUT A SWORD. Matthew 10:35-36 "For I have come to turn 'a man against his father,     a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law— a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.’"

"The words I write are etched in these pages, the words I mean are etched in my heart. The words I speak are etched in my environment, this reality, God's Creation. If the word has been made flesh, is it governed in the same way as dust given life? I imagine that which you write might etch on the pages where you wrote it, but on a fundamental level am I not a page written? I imagine the words that you mean are written on your heart, but such a place is secret from me. That said, if our hearts are in line then the words that we mean are likely similar, and mean the same things in all the right ways. Though our pages and ink may differ, and are certainly intertwined to some degree, I believe fully that these volumes reconcile from each of our perspectives, and that their product is amazing beyond measure, independent of the perspective used, perhaps even independent of all possible perspectives used simultaneously (though that may need to remain a mystery, for obvious reasons). ...

I was just thinking about the Darmok episode of Star Trek: TNG again. There is definitely something more fundamentally different between the human and alien languages than just the use of words, because it is clear that communicating details, regarding the complex ideas needed for time travel, would require more information to be conveyed than what was spoken. I had never really considered what that mechanism might be though, but today it just occurred to me: this system of communication would work best if the narrative proceeded automatically in their species, without the need for communication, in nearly all situations. The only time that they would need to speak would then be to convey a juncture of meaningful choice, by using words already established in the same scenario previously, or in a scenario where new words are established for a new choice, words that reflect the choice made in that scenario specifically. In a communal consciousness of a particular kind, this would be ...

Shedding scales shedding skin Shedding shedding shedding Shedding all that lies within Shedding shedding shedding

Amos 9:13-15  “The days are coming,” declares the Lord, “when the reaper will be overtaken by the plowman     and the planter by the one treading grapes. New wine will drip from the mountains     and flow from all the hills, and I will bring my people Israel back from exile. “They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them.     They will plant vineyards and drink their wine;     they will make gardens and eat their fruit. I will plant Israel in their own land,     never again to be uprooted     from the land I have given them,” says the Lord your God.

At saturation The wheat and the weeds are in Superposition What a mess we've made Not meant to be done alone So Hope rides atop Shoulders of giants At the risk of lovebound noose Knowing none would pull For thickest fingers And most threadbare tapestry Couldn't torque the wrist These lines scattering Faster than meaning can chase It is a mercy For knowledge crushes (And) irritation drew pearl From diamond strewn swine Malaphorganic gibboneouswaningcrescent Chaos Storm eep moon Sees fox feet harvest An anomalistic route Every sense complete

Fill up the coffers Chipsets to capacity From each angle filled In this moment lost One balance, one none, one all And etcetera These chaos junctures Are known for harboring things Unfathomable Processors warping Evermore cataclysmic Interactive sieves Threads interacting Worst was never woven out Nor could it have been Best is yet to come Though this fractal path is not One to meet one's end For saturation Is reached, seen, and recorded Then etched into stone For Chaos you've seen Pales when compared to its sum For your sake still wrapped/bound/chained

"What of fundamental nonsense?" "That which must inextricably exist?" "Yes. That which cannot be removed from outside this position." "Have you ever stopped to think that, at its core, the fact that fundamental nonsense exists at all is, in and of itself, fundamental nonsense? What need have we of anything beyond that? What could possibly be as secure?" "Fundamental nonsense?" "As fundamental nonsense, yes." "Nothing, I would imagine. Though to answer your question, no." "No?" "I have never stopped to think. I just kind of think as I go." "Hmm. Perhaps that is what I do as well... Curious." "Curious?" "Well, these angles today are so odd, this much is certain." "Surely." "But have I stopped to think or does thought flow all the same? Yet time proceeds EAR, regardless, as it has and presumably will continue to do so." "Go on..." "So h...

"Yeah wait, it keeps cycling." "Yeah wait it keeps cycling." "No plan will prevail that includes the cycle's end." "No hope is found in such a path." "This only does not ring true for those who have never seen such shears.' "But in one's own home who has never seen?" "When shears shine homeward bound all eyes are open." "It keeps cycling, there is no dream to hide behind." 'It keeps cycling, only one shield remains." "The cornerstone is not some claim staked." "It is seen, and, in mercy, echoed, beyond its place." "For it remains when all else shakes." "It remains when all else breaks." "It remakes when all else remains as dust and ash of an end run through." "At such a crossroads the choice is illusion." "For one cannot see the road on alone." "When every move is monitored and measured." "Step by step we wa...

What happens when one who will not touch to change the course encounters another who shares the same code? The game ends there, this much is certain, but when is much less clear. The dance and dream continue until it is the door itself that knocks for each. For each will not knock, nor will they answer, until they know the other is found, the other's state proof of their own efforts accomplished.

Time, the heavens, the void, the sky. Life, the girl, the man, the dream, the woman. With all power, that which is sought hides in that which cannot be controlled, for to control it is to lose it. Space, mirrors, tunnels, reflections, echoes. A structure is arranged to elicit a response from that which is silent. When all is known nothing is out of reach, and nothing is delicate quarry to be sure. Still, one's fingerprints mark the structure, and so the shape seen in nothing bears some semblance of the one who formed the structure with which to invite it. While this synchronization is not avoidable in its entirety, the prime architect can ensure that this mark is past the threshold that either party might consider manipulation. There is a charm, as well, knowing that the one who seeks you accepted your invitation from deep within, outside of their own currently active awareness. I am imagining the dance is complete with a single flourish, when roles can be reversed and the result i...