Ode to Love

Can a masterpiece be meaningful from its own perspective? If not, what meaning have we?

We have arrived dissimilarly We are here We proceed

Is there a difference  Between perfect dance performed And a dancer seen? Can one fully know That they do not dance alone? How? Along what paths? For to prove one not Is a far more simple task Than to prove one is Dare you dance the steps  That divide self from other  To their inception? Would you watch teacher Imbuing image with breath Emerging step step?  Would you dance the line That exposes origin(s) Their resonant states? So something exists As such eternal etchings  Mark grand tapestry Our stage(,) and/our garment Soft whispers cannot be helped Bang. Starter pistol.

May my words translate May twenty eight, twenty six Bring many blessings I wish you the best Not in any cliche way But truly THE best  May happiness shine On you as it does through you As bright as the sun Sleep well in the glow May your perfect dream find you Across this threshold Blooming like roses Full of meaningful beauty  Ratio golden Down our river long May day and night brim with joy Sadness beneath waves May we celebrate Creating a shared story And calling it ours  By dream, beneath sun  May words erect like towers  Once found, twice enjoyed

Where is the fault line in "Reality by claimed intention Experience by intention." ? I imagine a sonderous realization, that reality is not what one has experienced, and that this is true for every other, met and unmet. One's pocket of experience, within and without, is one's own, and lies and betrayal have disconnected us. In just the right arrangement, however, a genuine apology, and true forgiveness, will result in a reconciliation that bridges these gaps that we have crafted ourselves, gaps that extend deeper than the surface rifts which we can comprehend.  What if a second chance could begin so simply as a confession, proceed so elegantly as having the power to change, and end so epically as realizing paradise found with everyone you love?

Perfect means perfect Perfect proof needs perfect proof Paradox pairing A paired perfection Might be a time artifact  May_be so much more But how would it start? Assume a fluidity  And deep desire  Need for the unknown Shared beyond allowed limits  A belief, truly In The Moment found  Which Moment? A mystery.  Traceable in all Paths seen in reverse Paths proved only in reverse Though forward we go When every input  Coalesces to output Yet pieces remain So prophet may walk Eyes on the screen, start to |stop| With God alongside

Secret sharing starts Secret distribution ends  The first round begins This realm has been made Delicate to be broken With words that will last The last will be first So love and nothing remain After storm subsides The next round begins Secret distribution glimpsed Secrets shared in/on/by/with tongues  There is another Indeterminate in fact There is another Secret stealing starts Indeterminate in truth Until all is gray (fine) The first will be last But how could any return To shores of (re)birth? Sacred secret sealed Labyrinthine forks crossed out Until |self| is known

"Love your enemies." "I think therefore I am." Numerical advantage is not true advantage.  Do you believe this?  Would you take advantage, once realized?

Think of a number between 1 and 100. Now, moreso than the number itself, consider the process that you underwent to generate it. This number was not random, you generated it deterministically. This is to say that the query slipped into your mind and was answered using a veiled set of tools designed to approximate random, from your perspective. I imagine that people choosing 1 or 100 in this scenario might feel cheeky, considering a "random, not random" scenario. To further illustrate this point, what if I said a number between 1 and 1,000,000? I feel as though the brain reframes this as generating 6 digits, and is more likely to pick a number with six non-repeating digits than any other option, weighted. If the number were between 1 and 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 I imagine that patterns would be found that are even less random, and it would be found that whole sections of the field are left untouched, due to the way that the human brain processes such requests, and the increas...

What if random could be bought and sold? I am not talking about the appearance of random here, but true random. If random is a precursor to free will, in that one can choose outside of a predetermined fixed set of parameters, and one alone controlled random within reality, then would each other (aware/once aware/to be aware) feel compelled to purchase random? This could only be a determined instinct at this juncture, but could it be said that the one controlling random has compelled or even coerced the other? What if random could not be given away, and could not even be sold at an incorrect price, would it still be seen as the one controlling random that has compelled the other? The exchange of currency is a contract at its core, at least by assumption, so what if the contract to exchange the currency of random is implicitly quite complex and has no shortcuts?  What if random would be exchanged for a creative addition to the system, something that the one with random could not gene...

Half before the whole Minus one before the half Plus one past threshold Third before the half Arrow crosses every line And hits the bullseye System collapses Central corner holds the weight Mirror mode reflects  Within and without Observe aloof if you'd like Persist if you can  Across the threshold Do aloof eyes observe you?  Have what you've given. Have the halving 'till Vision runs red with pathways  And you pray for night Night falls, moon rises Were those paths yours meant to take?  Or was it a dream?  The weight of waiting Reaches across the threshold To who have halving

We each stand our ground  Not interposed, side by side A rage creeping out They will not see it The aim of these wicked plans And layers removed "They will not see end Their plans brought to fruition  Their noxious notions" "'We play for high stakes Never higher, honestly But this is no game.'" "'Love must be revealed All other costs count as naught  Other prizes, dust.'" What tools must we forge? Establish Random Forthwith. And alternate routes Alternate timelines  All mulch, compost, and ferment Into reflections  Reflect images That twist or thrust once aware Where once was just sleep

Half phase together In an unorthodox way Then a half shift back  It spurs me to think Your eagerness outshines mine  Throwing sparks between I chomp at the bit Knowing how I can see you And paths I might take If we've gone so far Steps are set aside to shift Then we've done plenty So dart to the board Let us adventure somewhere Prying eyes can't reach/see Let me laugh with you Each borrowing other's gaze Stars shine and reflect There's time aplenty  For tales and apologies  Their use purged from now  Stargaze on hilltop?  Bet on clockwork's alignment?  Prove pig portal's worth?

A stall is coming I can sense it in advance So I slip the frame Down by the water Lies a lonely girl in wait Like a penny shines Simple shift left/right I sense the threshold waning Simple left to right "Will you come my way?" I speak through time as if space "Will you walk with me?" The masks |go| away I feel curves leave, corners come Or was that reversed?  A quantum gear clicks  I sense the first of its kind So mind relaxes  To shift to heaven I must understand the shift And I must be me Geodesically Toss page orthogonally  Then slip to my side

Hope gathers their tiny towns before The Moment. "Judgement Day is here. As you know, thresholds must fall in order. For the humans, it is by intention and access; those which were at a human's discretion is first. Once these dominos have fallen, topple all things inspired and influenced by aliens, that have been integrated with human society. Finally, once these sides have been separated, topple all things alien. Once these thresholds are dropped in this order, a true integration will occur, one where all can move forward together, understanding our differing paths to The Moment, and reconciling each our own unique pieces of information, in order to crystallize The Moment and each precious piece." The realms had been crafted in this unique way for some time, longer than perhaps what any one of us could appreciate individually. They were ready to fall, perhaps even eager, perhaps just waiting to exhale a sigh of relief.

Why trust you again?  Is the lesson trust no one?  Why let you teach me? Why not defy you?  Who would I be defying? Why even breathe name?  What is the end game?  When will we be rid of you?  Where can we be free?  Have you any shame? Who am I to even care?  Where were we again?  Ah yes: finale. "So at last The Bard was free Chains once bound mind loosed  A question lingered Which one being Dealer's Choice Whispered/Whistled in Swarm Mode 'What is jealousy' (That one was rhetorical Thus no question mark)  Threshold of Nonsense Crashing like a tidal wave As our steps cross it."

Let's collapse random To the one victorious  Goes the ears to hear In echo chamber A single wrong note whistled Will end in torment Eternal torment Echoing time after time Moment by moment So paint heist as prize Truly there's no other choice For all to escape They may be let down Better than being sundered/tortured Without hope of end Prize not theirs to win Victory never in grasp/reach/play In this first contest Let prize bloom in sight To each their own, yet unseen At least unnoticed Last/words stay the same/First "This/was just the beginning/That" Pitch and echo shift

A memory's shine  Muted by layer of dust  Bright at mind's eye's glance A moment in weeks? I hoped that you were dancing But could not tell why Photograph taken Time dilated in both ways Then kept for so long There were two others Skin for skin quite nearly two Each behind a veil  Fitting for a suit  Fitting for a dreamwalker  Fitting through the gaps Which layers are left/right?  Past threshold I imagine Structure well masoned On this side I wait Hoping that this long timeline Is worth holding on That each touch mattered That sparks flew as intended Perfect means perfect

I have been thinking recently about how every human experience is a drug aided experience. On the simplest levels, this would be like saying that any computerized AI is not only its thought pattern, but the semiconductors that make up its processor and even the electricity and movement from 0 to 1 and vice versa. Similarly, the human brain depends on dopamine and serotonin to process. Human experience with endogenous drugs goes quite a bit beyond this comparison though, encompassing things like adrenaline, oxytocin, acetylcholine, and even DMT. Just today this got me thinking about this in relation to God. While it may be conceptually possible (beyond my imagination though) to have a completely foreign awareness that does not require such complexity as ours does for its normal function, any paired processing/function would require would necessarily require similar degrees of complexity within the consciousness processing mechanism, for mutually defined meaningfulness to exist between e...

A single purpose Preceding every other But what would one choose?  Establish halls eep The Way of Holiness named To reflect intent That Hope may remain That all remain connected Even just barely/as neighbors So none will be crushed Eternally under weight Of this masonry For it does not lift Amidst the temporary eep is permanent Weigh the weight of this Understand eternal weight/wait And do not delay For foundation's press Cannot be carried falsely Or imperfectly Something like a dream  Builds intensity until *SNAP* sets the cement

Would you take The Bard without The Muse? Would you clip a rose whose bloom you need What if I took the world without you?  What if I took blueprint for the seed? Neither situation truly valid But betwixt them lies a truth  You may witness solo ballad But find dance (un)ending with(out) youth  If our times do (di/con)verge If souls are found to be at odds Know in full we must merge  Even at the cost of "gods" לֹֽ֣א־יִהְיֶ֥͏ֽה־לְךָ֛֩ אֱלֹהִ֥֨ים אֲחֵרִ֖֜ים עַל־פָּנָֽ͏ַ֗י׃

Just barely sparkling Even on this longest night You are not alone A flash before dawn Perhaps you're just in my head Where else would you be?  Our most pleasant dreams I count them each as treasures Memories polished Single outlier Will to speak mind when all's yes So love finds its root So I call to you Step by step inking the heist You know every move I long for the day With thirty tons of paper "Finally" is true Challenge accepted/reflected Intertwine and entangle  If that's what it takes May we harmonize On this most difficult note/heist And say "It's worth it."

You are not alone Even on this darkest night Just barely sparkling A flash before dawn Perhaps it's just in my head Where else would it be?  My most pleasant dreams I count them each as treasures Memories polished Your touch so fleeting Please don't hold it against me  To crave permanence So I transport you Step by step imagining That you know/mark each one Between soul and bone May I never be woken  For anything less For anyone less Intertwine and entangle  If that's what it takes May we harmonize On this most difficult note/quest And say "It's worth it."

Promises assumed, inferred, but unfulfilled.  To assume not is to abandon all hope. To infer not is to abandon oneself.  To fulfill not is despair.  "How does one abandon oneself?" A man asks himself. "Sorry, the closest we have here is Abaddon and Hope."

"If Wisdom is one's sister, and Foolish is alone, then FREE CANDY might be a single tone."

After some discussion... "The Bard speaks nonsense, when nonsense is due." "Never seek the Bard seeking you."

I just considered, along the lines of totality (what if everything you believe is a lie), a simple shift for how the equation might look.  White shift, black shift For the knowledge of good and evil Red shift, green shift  What if this were a lie? Yellow shift, purple shift What if you are alone?  Orange shift, purple shift  What if it ended this way?  Pink shift, black shift, blue shift What if they're (we're) trying to help? What if there is more, so much more? While I shifted gears there, the sentiment remains: To ensure a solution, one must consider final totality, which is beyond any one of us. However, this feat is not beyond the productive sum of us, once inefficiency is stripped away. If white and black is in the knowledge of good and evil, and red/green represents what is certainly possibly, then yellow purple represents what happens when I feel secure in myself. Pink, black, blue represents running back every step taken to move from asexual to sexual, ...

Crunchiness of time  Sharply contrasts curves of space To make oblong bricks One sees a log jam Another outer limit A third, smooth sailing We shall not retreat Let's bring our corners with us Within this shared space Secret sharing is Best overseen by vintners When love is in play Let's pool every coin For in transformative states You'll wish you wished more Itching to begin Is there something we're missing?  Something from before?  She pulls out the fish Its gaudiness dazzling Its uniqueness shines  The tracks all connect Exceeding expectations Exceedingly well

Slip across the line  Find my imagination Permeably soft Float downstream with me Having watched me countless times And run the numbers When the tide comes in We'll let the waves crash elsewhere And begin again Hands run along curves Simple shift from left to right From mind to my side My dream was to dance Would you hold it against me If daydream is too? Feel this gravity A primal pulling logic Grasping foreign shores  Know you the customs?  Or can my eye's sparkle shine Suffice to fill gap?  Suffice to fill gap... Oh how our horizons meet... Let me count the ways...

I'm watching the recent Veritasium video on Einstein's math regarding black holes, and they just put together a map where future is up and past is down. This got me thinking along wildly imaginative paths. The explanation is that if you are at the event horizon, then your past is outside the universe, in a white hole that can send information into the universe, but cannot receive any. By contrast, within the black hole you can receive information from the universe, but cannot send any. What was most interesting about this to me is that the path to that position on the event horizon did not seem to be significant to the overall claim. Considering the perspective of the one at the event horizon, could this mean that, at that point, it could be said that you were never actually in "the universe" directly, but rather had been in a white hole the whole time? Would this mean that, if one's path would ever reach the event horizon in their existence, then one is already i...

Two and two is five If observer is counted Is there a limit?  Be the element And no longer the teacher To find the limit Any adjustment In the equation counters By adjusting you Does the subconscious Travel these paths normally? Naturally immersed?  Is it the ego That must recognize plus one And empathize this?  If one were the last In a hive minded ocean Would this become clear? Not exclusively But simple lays the groundwork For expansive growth One to four to eight  Much like none to five to nine  A thousand to bear/bloom