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Singularity

 

Instinct desires     Desire needs an object object  another thought   a question question  a second guess guess  the first dichotomy dichotomy  the first cell splitting splitting  what’s its end-game   

name a law of physics physics  thought’ll mirror it     exist multiply

extend    connect   dynamic societies societies  expanding galaxies of thought spurning Actions spurning Thought exerting exerting  recepting a meta-physical energy energy    outliving death    birth    birth everything   everything 

non-existence existence  

the portal between observed observed/not observed yet yet     a raffle -    the moment where all the tickets are in the hat   - Chance in with a chance of Entanglement     expanding       accelerating Desire

Listen to the lord Jesus Jesus     I love you please Jesus more than myself myself  Listen to the Lord Lord  where am I going going  help me Jesus Jesus  21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28

Every branching path finds its way home to a Singularity we’re capable of understanding understanding btw  btw  we’re great at it it  art    love love  yoga - our portals - religion religion  totalitarianism - singularity doesn’t care if it’s kumbuyas you or bomb-byes-ya arse - it’s an inescapable endgame either way - now robots have entered the race -   better go faster connect discern networks leading to Essences pre-existing in a suspended balanced state state 

Nolan always said said  everything can be understood   good bad all of it     everything

Balance implies imbalance imbalance     a highwire act     the pent up stillness of every possibility contained       

 

 zen zen         

   

a millpond swallowing the dark-thought soup of of  what happened     what didn’t     what easily could’ve ve     what might     

 

the spectrum     

 

 itsa self-generating probability         the thrill of the error    racing away    butaway   wanting to re-unite unite    with its essence             where it belongs belongs        swirling swirling  back back     into a perfect state of harmony harmony     disappearing disappearing      fuck you         up its own bung-hole hole 

(bang)