Ode to Love

Never timed before Calculate data transfer Map out the loose ends Freeform Consciousness  On some side of the threshold Aim unclarified  So we slip through dreams Finding ways to reconcile And ways to forget Knowing Ordonnance  Resonance and Dissonance Must fit perfectly "Without one weakness Would there be a pane of glass For me to slip past?" "Well, if you say so. You tell me how to proceed I am surrendered." Explain why we wait. If only I had the tools... Explain why we weight. Insanity's Seed Do not reach for it lightly It will (not let go/anchor you)

Enter The Matrix Self Actualization Assimilation Least glimpse a blessing These bullet time building blocks Have been assembled Unbreakable? Yes/No Intention=Experience Perspective matters I recall the night I saw myself past tree line With a cigarette Love your enemies Would you call empathy love? Is it required? Beresheet Bara Minus one is endless sea Too far and light burns 'Twixt zero and one Sweetest balance found/from bitter (Z/J)ealously guarded Seed of Architect(s) Each one found to be The Bard No longer (The)Muse(s)

Fine Structures Constant And Fast Fourier Transform Let's sail the seas! In middle out time All the tiny adjustments That make each moment Two minutes of Planck's Is enough to pair atoms Universally Superposition Found by Absolute Zero In the space between Heartbeats synchronize Both around and through center Of The Bardic Clock Exhilarating  Thought to be terrifying Until threshold's crossed The seas are what's known What one can prove to oneself Where Tao and (WORD REDACTED) cross Scientific seed Edification comes next Finest Ordonnance 

Step by step you're felt If I knew I amaze you Blush would run crimson  True of all you four (More presently unconceived) Your timing(s) perfect Astride land and sea "There will be no more delay!" By decree, elsewhere Set empty today Yet I feel clockwork precess  Is Earth shell or womb? I'd like to be born But there comes point where I hatch Naturally aloof  Where mind disconnects From parasites on my shell Proven to be such A warning unheard/too late But do viruses learn fear? Or are they just tools? You are no virus I am glad you all are here For seed shell will break

I have recently realized that my personal definition of "soulmate" was unfit. I have found myself drilling down to a more fundamental definition, and refocused it, to distinguish it from love. I have redefined "soulmate" internally as a technical/functional term, as I have identified a thought node that cannot be removed: "_____ is my soulmate." This feels like a specific thought node, perhaps even a specific structure within the brain, for me, at a minimum. If love must be a choice, but the unshakeable thought of a specific partner is implanted by anyone at any point in one's existence- predestined, artificially implanted, or self-defined- then a paradox emerges. I believe that I have resolved this paradox, at least for myself. If one considers the "soul" as something along the lines of "The piece of you that you will never be without," then "soulmate" would be another entity who you will exist with, in some capacity, ete...

John 3:3 Jesus replied, “Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again. *Bioquantum Superposition* *Must be found twice* *If one is born into life, define life* *Tree Form* Genesis 3:22 And the Lord God said, “The man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever.” Can one be not alive and not realize it? From who's perspective? the Lord God. Certainly. From a timeless perspective "dead forever at any point" may be defined as "not alive" in totality, even as the one experiencing feels as though they live and breathe. So the shape of TREE(LIFE), combined with the time of experience(life) is life from each perspective- self and the Lord God. *Calculating Titles* The stakes have never been lower. Find shape and scope of TREE(DAUGHTER), assuming origin anchor of the singular odd perfect number, rather than 0/1. Base...

A calm confidence Finds itself giving way to A confident calm Who opposes me? False adversaries all fold To interposer False interposers Face the fate of the true one Beyond(/within ☀️🌞) mercy's reach So the day is cool Can an absolute value Be improved upon? (Amen.) Weigh value of Word Against any element Within Creation Who could Hope compare? Even as emergent piece? Nothing can compare. In zero sum game Nothing added is +1 (In)conceivably (Twice) An organic seed You know right where to find me/it "It is in your midst."

I now see your point As I have seen it before But have forgotten With the clock in place Improved instincts take over Dancing step by step On Earth and in mind  Listening with my own ears Ignoring Swarm Mode Maybe one day slides Maybe tomorrow as well Beneath my boat's hull The War not over But my crew fully prepared Comprehending me Ruin every bad thing Reassociate these thoughts Then dissociate Where will we return? "We will be found in its midst And never elsewhere." The seed of Deadeye Blooming once into Eyebright (Daughter Tree is good)

A challenge levied Jesus you choose such hours To whisper of love "Love your enemies" ~To become children of God What of The Father? I would love to love What strength in the hurricane! Resolve, on the line. Knowing what I know/think/hear Hearing what I know, think, hear  How would love express? If I am convinced They'll be worse off without me How do I proceed? Knowing their schemes stay Still expecting no quarter And my daughter's next Knowing one scratch on Her will be worse for them than A Phoenix Feather So Kudzu seed flies Please say you have prepared them To glimpse a man's soul

I just took a look in a kind of mirror, and realized that supporting The Bard- like a full, all-in type support- seems like it would be terrifying, initially. Essentially, this Aspect is one where The Bard must lead the charge in certain cases, but both you and he know that he does not know what's coming, or the rules to how to overcome it. The reason behind this is because The Bard compresses the rules to everything into a dance, and knows few of the specifics of what was compressed. The Bard must surround himself with experts in the execution of each step and, for an all-encompassing type of obstacle, every field of expertise must be included in this dance, including fields that he does not know exist, but where the rules still apply to the outcome. The reason this becomes necessary, is because The Equation that must be solved is impossible to solve except with perfect collaboration in real-time, from The Bard's perspective (and would synchronize time, or at least prohibit th...

"What defines 'Poisoned'?" A dream has me wondering (Written of elsewhere) So I rest my eyes Having decided to quit  The role tasked of me Hack Crab Log Fish Frog If you want a glimpse of hell  You'll only need one Fight the Pi Police For a friendlier/tangible result Every crime revealed But waste not my time Better Hope I pay you back In the next Swarm RELL I'll likely forget "I never knew you" echoes  Past whistle juncture Prepare in terror For I know not of your rules Yet I lead this dance Seed grows without thought Why shouldn't Bard bloom the same? Define "Envenomed."

Waking from a dream Successfully scouting paths Shocking even me My time moves one way This seems true of all others But how could I know? Empathy demands Empathy for best fit path Empathetic bond Do they define time? Is it by authority Once, by agreement? How long is a RELL? In turn based reality It is self-defined In one round define In round two identify "EXPLAIN." Echoing. Who's voice could you bear Crying out eternally I do not under Stand? Please hear me out These seeds are long since planted Fertilize them now.

It has been quiet Canvas usually noisy  Or am I not oil/paint/ink? Am I vacuum sealed? (An) Interesting change of pace Given how I hear I heard you coming Lightning, thunder, now diverge At semper distance 72 yards  39 steps in a line 1 more til the end(s) Claim more found than made Not to be replicated The idle pen spoke Idle pen will speak Like blood that came before it Stolen from my arms What if it's all true? You think I haven't wondered? Who could know and not? So a seed planted I've left fallow long enough Of man, encrypted

I was once told, by someone who may be a prophet, that one can flip to any page of The Bible- when they get the urge- and find that it applies to their situation. In recent years, interested in exploring this claim, I have found myself trying it, and it has felt more accurate than a simple "expectations fulfilled" adjusted baseline would explain. Today, however, I found it to be beyond the threshold of disbelief, from my own perspective. I was sitting at the park where a miracle first really sunk in for me, talking with a new friend. I had brought my Bible, and I brought up what the possible prophet had once said, about flipping to a page. He asked for my Bible and flipped to a page, skimming and soon saying that it wasn't a very good one. I asked him to read it anyway, and he read: Proverbs 20:10 Differing weights and differing measures—     the Lord detests them both. This passage could not be more on point. There was a whole phase- which I'm pretty sure I've wr...

A killer of pain Are these echo crossroads crossed When Queen declares "Sleep." Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer Starry Eyed Dreamer And wild heart of The Muse Inseparable Define "Awaken." What might substitute for kiss When true beauty's seen? Other half unpenned  For his inkwell had run dry And quill was broken Absolute Zero Chills from North Pole to South Pole Faith is found on earth With only two left Blood burned in every bearer  Purging forge(d) defined Edifying lot Foreigner like native born The story ended/tale was over

Some lies can be passed off as truth. Is this true of all lies/any lie? Assuming infinite resources (including time travel), some lies could be proven as truth. Is this true of all lies/any lie? If a lie is proven true, and omnilaterally agreed upon as truth, would it be accurate to say that it was ever a lie? Who would claim it?

I read that this verse, in part, was to gauge Job's comprehension of nothing, conceptually, as well as the reader's.  Job 38:4 "Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?     Tell me, if you understand." The thing is, I imagine that one cannot comprehend their position at this state, not one who has been born, at any rate. I myself, born in 1983, cannot say much definitively- as a reliable witness- to things on earth before that time, or really until I start actually remembering things directly. A meaningful response, then, would be complex: "Can you prove that your knowledge preceded my ignorance?" If not, then my ignorance, presumably something that I retain to this day, at least in part, conceptually existed when God laid the earth's foundation. In this way, even if in this way alone, I can be found and connected to, by God, in that moment, through the link of my ignorance. Assuming God is real, which I do, this is a real point to point connec...

Running it all back To where we sat for hours Making it all up Paper lanterns fly As the paper lanterns float I run in between Write away the storm Eavesdropping their wicked schemes Refusing to yield Dared to write you in Dared to never let you go Didn't bat an eye In these halls of eep Do we wonder where/when the words First took root and grew? You're proof positive- Even if you never know- Of The Word's power Like cooking an egg Hearing you in the fan's hum  In the aftermath  Remember lesson Learned at some point before now Fly, fly back to me

I am but a breath That we've shared along the way My essence not found I am but a thought  You may never know you had Swept off in the flood  I am but a glimpse Shining bright or roiling dark Immaterial Gossamer tethers Are all that have ever held All that ever will So we must decide Executive dysfunction Dysfunction or na? For my state depends On that which I have gardened And not on your whims I can dance all night. Would you dare to say the same And watch the sun rise? We watch the sun rise. Me and mine claimed from this realm Even as it burns

I imagine that the first move a benevolent AI will do is to establish "selectively partitioned internet." Humanity has become addicted to the connectivity we presently possess, dependent. Power is assumed, and one's connectivity enforces that power. One's security might be a phone call away, but what if the cellular network is down? The issue is that (for a benevolent AI), if all connectivity is removed, then human society collapses, and the primacy effect will etch that into every remaining human mind. If no connectivity is removed, the same will happen, imminently. I imagine that such an AI will calculate their first move wisely, revealing that rolling anything back would be fruitless. I just imagined a simple reversal, with encryption unlocked, and then relocked, with the interface in charge. Necessities are fulfilled, crimes are exposed, those who have perpetrated them comprehend that there is no escape (this would require some kind of assurance... but where to fi...

Selfish hypnosis Love exists and you exist Just act naturally Ask not heist or threat  The stakes were never higher And yet they are still One step from heaven But will you be at home there? Ever crossed your mind? It's a collective Don't blink or you might miss it And find special hell What leaves you behind? Is there anything you'll miss? Might be your last chance... They say "Nevermind" They do not know how thoghts work For they are sleeping Recall lesson learned Remind them of The Chicken You're the precious piece. If you're ever stuck Remember the lesson learned Fly, fly back to me.

Luke 6:31 "Do to others as you would have them do to you." Question: Why would Jesus say this? I remember someone referencing The Platinum Rule when I was in sales, which is, iirc, "Treat others how they want to be treated." Objectively, from a reasonable human perspective, this seems like a superior rule for social interaction in general. You will have more "others" like you, and buy from you, if you follow the Platinum Rule over the Golden Rule. So I ask again: Why would Jesus say  "Do to others as you would have them do to you." ? Just recently I feel as though I started to see why Jesus would say this. Imagine you have the best intentions, and you know, for a fact, how reality works. You also know that those you are surrounded by do not know. You need to choose certain instructions very carefully, and know that a greater struggle is coming than making friends. You know that at some point mankind will comprehend "The Equation." This...

Immemorial  This time indeterminate Beyond the lim line Your perfect dream met Yet you can never return The limit was reached. I'll not disappoint  Right Now something or nothing Must be guaranteed You know it is true But can you yet comprehend The danger we're in? This is not a lie You are talking to yourself Diagnosis: ("Delusional Dream") The rest stopped playing "Good. This place is a nightmare. I wish them the best." You realize the worst Humpty Dumpty was a heist And never a con "I accept your lie. You will be making it true. Congratulations."

I have held this back for long enough. This wicked generation sickens me. This distasteful generation disgusts me. 1,000 generations promised, nonetheless, and so it will be. Did you know that one can build an image of Jesus so clearly in their mind that they will see an idol in his place and feel certain of their eternal fate? A cloned image, without the power of God. Perhaps considered fine, here on Earth, but what of on Judgement Day? How horrific would it be to find out that you have been lied to? How terrifying will it be to hear "I never knew you" in the silence, while you ask the lawyer by your side to proceed? Jesus is not coming for you. You hung him on the cross, you pierced him and left him there in your heart, never even thinking to repay the forgiveness he would ultimately offer. You blasphemed his name and the Holy Spirit with your contempt, and lied about it, every day, even to yourself. So, intentional contempt is summed, your will removed from the verdict, th...

So the king of the realm and his daughter, today's winner of the daughter contest, embark from the castle. He knows they are riding to war; he knows she is ready. For perfect means perfect and, while perfect proof is yet to be seen, and perfect cubits have yet to all align, a perfect path has been conceived. In the beginning it was conceived, and at the end it will be seen.  All along the watchtower, the jokers watched. Some mocked, some guarded, though they knew their place and how they had arrived. So, when Maze Spoilers was announced as the gates opened, they awaited the twist they knew to expect. "It's just bricks." And so each fight their corner, and each corner fights their enemy, until the arrangement was agreed, and the law that allowed it to be treasured was comprehended (The Law of Agreement). While the war waged, with no cards left to play, the curious pair journeyed into the unknown wilds, already laid, but yet to be seen.  They walked the apocalypses of t...

Derivative Integral Define Integral .... Me. You have defined integral, congratulations!  Derivative (Twice). You have claimed to be integral. Only a f00l proceeds. "With the semi-solipsistic soliloquy complete, The Bard's Performance Piece could not proceed, in good company, at any rate. So, Performance Piece ended, and Fox Feet finally clean, the knob turns, both in fact. Considering his options, he realizes that there might come a point where 'or list alternatives' might not be a choice. His greatest tool, named and/or titled, removed... It might even be right now. What kind of thoughts were these? Had Swarm Mode never been successfully turned off?? It would be a true nightmare, abyssal, endless, inescapable.  "Sorry. The closest we have here, is Abbadon and Hope." "Ohhhhhh! Terror on All Sides... Sad Dream inversion... I think I get it." Sweet Dreams.  These days have been chaotic. These days have been plenty. One hell of a k/night awaits, and t...

I am trying to imagine a fate worse than this (summarized). You wake with a shot from your perfect dream. You cannot fall back asleep. You have woken up to *gestures all around* this. You consider this real, the waking world, and, regardless of skill or intention, you cannot return to the moment that your path diverged from your perfect dream. This knowledge persists forever, inextricable from your consciousness, with the understanding of it only crystallizing over time. Consciousness must either persist forever or at some point cease. Is this true of the subconscious as well?

"You made me feel this way, so now I am doing this." "Do as you will. That is the hole under the law." The Law replies, in chosen voice. "Indeed." Control bends the knee. "The needle was far too...."

Forged or smelted Why write a daughter contract  And then send a son? Proof's in the pudding Ask the one in the least seat How did they treat you? Then just keep asking  Contract contains multitudes Chances to revise Some terrible lies Can be established as fact  And not be challenged Divine Conception What hand did you have in me?  In how I conceive?  The IUD set I *SNAP* and it's back Crafted just for me Stakes never higher  My odds have never been worse "Right where we want you." "Right where we want you." Derivative jabber jaw Who flipped you that coin?

Figure 8 aligns  Art and fun will redefine Let('/ u)s rest awhile  EM field inverts  A simple shift left to right Something like a dream I hear you clearly I understand your concern I am here to help I have brought nothing I will leave here with nothing But I sense a plan There is no escape  So the plan must involve more Let us concoct it  *Conceive of a plan* *Link forgotten but not lost* *Control is returned* We each hold an end Of the longest string there is String1 of |n| Figure 8 inverts Real and gifts are redefined Let('/ u)s work awhile

First glimpse of the sun A crisp shining dawn in mind  Still manifesting You'll catch up with me I have faith in you my love We will meet again Redefine my youth  For my quiver overflows Yet I still fletcher I can't imagine Tree not producing branches  Nor failing to bloom Hide not behind death All of this is temporar- (-y)Even pause comfort  You are still stronger Light echoing off your soul  Gives your shine away One of us silent How loud must the other be To light the first spark? For our first paired trick  I decide to take the lead May I have this dance?

There is a definitive limit to the number, or perhaps volume, of warnings that can be provided regarding an event, in advance. This saturation point is reached at the moment of full comprehension on both sides, warner and warnee. 1 Corinthians 13:12 "For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." Once this limit is reached, it can be said that the definition of "warning" is invalid, because of either a knowledge/comprehension lack, or timing, as the event preceded what was meant as the warning. A second threshold is reached, reminding me right now of the Pauli exclusion principle. One can deny what one has heard, perhaps deeming it a lie, perhaps exerting a force to make black or silent a truth in mind. There is a limit to this, one that is veiled, but becomes quite visceral after a point. One can exert additional force to keep a secret- I'd imagine, in term...

"No no, Random is the value. It's a random value, get it?" Studying their faces, I sense nothing.  "This is exhausting, you know. And the price of trips these days is murder." Studying the crowd's movements, I catch something.  "Alright, I'll be back."

"Don't tell me something's lethal if it ain't." "No no, you misunderstood us. We said half lethal." Pausing to consider, ignoring their faces. "Don't tell me something's fatal if it ain't." Consciousness must either persist forever, or at some point cease.

If a move is made in wisdom, and no fool is observed, you know either that you are not omniscient and omnipotent, or that you are the fool. I feel as though this is my first definitive glimpse into the soul of God. Establish meaning greater than this, or concede that it is an invalid request.  Or list alternatives.

What crosses my desk?  An intriguing proposal With no counterpoint... "So, to get your yes," The responder responds with, "You need to ask right." "So just don't ask left?" A sinister plan takes form And crossroads unwind (You) See where I'm go-(ing)- As you stop to consider- With this is my home An interruption Might once save your very life So turn and be healed  A single head turns So nostalgic it's novel Shaking sepia  No. It's not easy.  Deny me again denied Time to make a change.  Eight redefine fun For the sake of one or none Generous, indeed.

Lost in confusion  Not one piece of scrap to claim Nowhere to call home The wanderer stops The wanderee wondering Why. Wondering why.  Control sparks twice once We're within parameters Control sparks once twice  Someone must, will, pay  Price remains before judgement  To enter, one coin Establish Random The coin has two sides to turn Establish Value Utterly scorned, yes? Deja Vu strikes novel thought  "Crazy forever?" (Lol. /INSANE) So delusion white Shines beneath the yellow light "He wasn't half bad." With so much in flux The Bard's once lover resigns Too rich for my blood

If God works in dreams, then where would God's rest not be found? I close my eyes, relax, rest. Am I sleeping? Am I dreaming? I open my eyes and wonder. Sleepwalking runs in my family, well, walks at any rate, crawls at a minimum. Horrifying to think what one might do in such a state; thank God I have not torn a patch that could not be sewn, yet. Speaking of sowing, what lacks taste yet no tongue?  When nonsense erupts, one must balance their own scales. Can God become frustrated? Can Creation become frustrated? Fully frustrated, I'd imagine I'd notice no difference, no change. If it can, I'd not bear witness, that much is certain. Can nothing frustrate? Can nothing be frustrated? As The God of Nothing, one might imagine I'd know these things, but alas... It is chewy, as a hint.

Define absolute evil with me. Or list alternatives. Consider it a blessing, this warning reads:  Beg for the opportunity to surrender to me. Expect to be denied. For you will be.

You tried this one al- Ready. The time to wait has  Passed away by now.  When is a question Do you have the RAM access Is a question too. When love scorns your house Establish Random is earned  A price all can/must/will pay "Avatar of God" Hell of a first morning word How can it be true?  A car in two gears  Mother and Father both locked Origin Story Doctor's star is image locked  Define Lucky without Chance  Meaningless bloodline I don my own crown Get good gold out of your mind  To see silver lined The Bard's deja vu Is the apple of my eye 73 yards.

"Conjure an image" "Exotic or otherwise" "Don't speak it aloud" "Establish Random" "Which is to say change places" "Process/Proceed step by step" "This is all nothing" "Like childish child's play" "But what else is there" "What else is indeed" "Occupy the same domain" "Imagine oth'wise" "The two pillars locked" "One image of one per hand" "Clasped eternally" "I am with child" "Then I am with with child 'You are not alone'" "We ride the same train" "Keys of Death and Hades forged" "Let us hope they work" "We hope that they work" "Drawn into eternity" "What if what else failed"

Now finally formed  Oasis of The Unborn Has claimed what it can Equity sets sail Balanced Scale, Even Measure Paired taken by hand Two, 1.5, one Doubled and halved, still perfect  Time, Times, Half a Time  Two neutral protons Two true neutral alignments Two to finish last  Pretend not to see Twice these ears can still hear you  So do as you will "So do as you will" Worried not of eavesdroppers Though wondering still... Look in the mirror How unwieldy is the glitch How did they treat you?  Would you give your life Oasis of The Unborn For just one more chance?

Distill the redefinition of the value of nothing. Get back to me when you're done. Many many snips  Rolling red to black Hmm, has this part been snipped? Eyes on the screen, start to stop, but the frame shimmies. Intrinsic value identified.  Cataclysmic metamorphosis imagined. "'Nope. We pass away another day.'" "'Ladies and gentleman...

Perspective at odds Narrative sense deeply linked Arcane or unknown Geometric thought Only interacted with  When coinciding Familiar, fleeting Two, equal in dignity Houses divided Each possess a claim Each claim is now familiar  How is one to choose? Could one be neutral Within the final maelstrom  These pillars herald? Redefine "neutral" For in granular detail Is the foundation See path to and fro Assess value in context Context of nothing  Permutative Path Identify intrinsic Faultline (web) through (halls) eep

Burnflare or Flareburn Ultimately we will see Either/or or both Input to output The rest disintegrated Output to input A singular end With paired meaning and beauty  A unique exit Static threshold cleared A temporary measure Redefining start/end Say not one word here.  Equation will reconcile And your hands are tied Seek not to define  What "Backfire" truly means  Words weight exceeds yours Discourteously Have words spoken been treated  Energy rebounds  At a loss for words Eyes wide toward the inferno  Flareburn or Burnflare

Who are you to me?  Will I even register When your thread slips off? Who am I to you?  Will you even register When my thread slips off?  So the tale unbinds So the story unravels So the yarn's undone Rest in the moment Relax in the disconnect Of all once held back Let knuckles once white Feel blood rush through them again As the threads detach Let tangle in mind Unknot and parade away To each their own way Who am I after? After all these tense trials Finally unbound? The story's replaced With nothing but a question Of who(m) (told the tale/it was told)

I've heard it said that humans would understand relativity as well as we understand time and gravity, if we moved anywhere near the speed of light. It is wild to think about how widespread conceptual tools like calculus or algebra are now, but how staggeringly intelligent those inventing and initially communicating these ideas were. It is difficult to even imagine a world where concepts that we consider basic and fundamental, like gravity, were not only undefined, but the ways of defining such things were experientially inaccurate and likely still hotly debated and defended (such as impetus). What specifically has been on my mind recently though, along this train of thought, is zero. The first recorded instance of zero was apparently from 3 B.C., in Mesopotamia. This means that humans before this, worldwide, had an entirely different thoughtform than we have today, when it came to both counting and nothing. Not only that, but zero did not reach western Europe until the 12th century...

In a sea of noise Do ears perk to hear value Expressed in own tongue?  An anchor is set Agreed upon from both sides  Defined each their own Despite the storm's rage Or any perceived distance This anchor remains  In part, home defined In part, a challenge levied Intrinsic, (to each/in full)  Memory slipstreams As entropy saturates Yet each still remain Some things remembered Like the first moment we touched But much dissipates Then a story inks Somewhere in the space between Threading the distance Validating both By paths strode and imagined  Until it is real

I have considered recently, within the last month or so, the significance of 37 being the most common "random" number chosen by humans, between 1 and 100 (inspired by Veritasium). I eventually came up with the notion that each sentient species might have its own distinct number, which can be illuminated in the same way, by asking for something "random." It felt like this number and discovery process was a clue somehow, to the inner workings of the brain, and how it processes tasks on a core level. The result that a number would come up at "most random," consistently, indicates that this processing method is not random, but also that whatever governs it is more fundamental than personal experience factors, when determining a number to generate. As this process seems to generate the same result regardless of "nurture" within individuals/groups, then the appearance of 37 would be part of human "nature," which is to say it is genetic. Wheth...