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Singularity

 

Instinct desires   Desire needs an object  another thought  a question  a second guess  the first dichotomy  the first cell splitting  what’s its end-game  name a law of physics  thought’ll mirror it   exist multiply extend connect dynamic societies  expanding galaxies of thought spurning Actions spurning Thought exerting  recepting a meta-physical energy  outliving death   birth  everything  non-existence  the portal between observed not observed 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    I love you please Jesus more than myself  Listen to the Lord  where am I going  help me Jesus  21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28

Every branching path finds its way home to a Singularity we’re capable of understanding  btw  we’re great at it  art   love  yoga - our portals - 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 

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

Please place your hand palm-down upon the scanner and look at the camera.

Thankyou

State your business  your intended period of stay? 

I’m an explorer - uhm - i’m - here for exploring. 

Do you have an ideal concept of yourself? 

What?

A perfect self. Do you carry an idea of your perfect self - in your head - as an individual?

Uhm, yes 

Do you ever fall short of that ideal concept? 

Balance implies imbalance    a highwire act   the pent up stillness of every possibility contained       zen        a millpond swallowing the dark-thought soup of  what happened   what didn’t    what easily could’ve    what might     the spectrum     its self-generating probability     the thrill of the error racing away    but wanting to re-unite  with its essence       where it belongs      swirling  back    into a perfect state of harmony  disappearing    fuck you     up its own bung-hole 

(bang)