Electron Microscope Eyes
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The tapping of my fingers across the keyboard flows to the sound of piano. Neurons actively channeling energy with every thought to produce an action or inaction. My inner voice deliberately deciding how to articulate these feelings, so powerful and overwhelming that text on a white screen just isn't sufficient enough a medium to relate to you. Whom ever you are. Where ever you are.
Who we are as ourselves can consume our abilities to connect with each other. Our own journeys hinge on the ability to accurately analyze our environments and adapt to optimize survival and prosperity. It seems that our fellow inhabitance of this world have manifested a toxic environment for the core human characteristic of compassion. Through all of recorded history, Humanity has been less than Humane. It's better self constantly struggling mostly in vain to curb the appetite of it's much more powerful dark side.
With the assistance of an erroneous political system, the American people have been consistently herded into population segments that are differentiated by every label imaginable. The premise of a two party system is that there is always a divide. The central roll of the dollar/money/credit/debt in our political system has manifested a polluted political environment where corporations rein and the working population is made to believe their worth is determined by how long it takes for their minds or their backs to break.
Hope is truly all one has to fight against the despair of a single voice. That single voice has joined with others to echo "Yes We Can" and made history. Somehow that single voice beat the odds and has a chance to be not just heard, but felt.
This fascinating fabric we call time has given man a method to measure the moment. We use time to orient ourselves in the story of our pasts. The building blocks of energy that create the multiverse and everything in it have conspired for billions of years to produce ever evolving life on this planet. Its newest and most powerful life form has evolved at an amazing rate and is continuing to adapt to its ever changing environment. Our eyes have evolved to see the effects of light.
What do you see, if anything, in the darkness?
Consciousness has emerged from the darkness and will continue to evolve. As more light is shed, we can better see and thus are more likely to survive.
Its taken over 5,000,000 years for use to reach our modern features yet our minds have been evolution's main focus for the past 100,000 years. The mechanics of the human mind are a mystery. To assume that evolution is done with us after such a long time on the job is laughable. The United States of America is only 233 years old. The Industrial Revolution began roughly 159 years ago. The Civil Rights Movement exploded 40 years ago and continues. The Digital age was born 20 years ago and is just in its adolescence. Whats next?
We have enabled ourselves to separate from the subtle influences of the natural world. We work all day to earn a living, a life, a customized existence to find that those material things that were "so me", aren't. We try to comfort our confusion yet we are at the point that some just aren't able to see how fast the world is changing.
I feel inspired to seek out that which is calling me. The positive and negative charges that illuminate this life help to navigate but the destination is unknown.
This place in time and this tribe feel right. The right path has a way of reminding you you're on it.
There are moments where I can feel time is irrelevant. I feel weightless. I feel all this physical matter that makes up this world is just energy, loosely held together as if I'm looking through electron microscope eyes.
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Destination unknown
I love technology and I love our ancestor's lifestyles. When I lived in a tipi, I had my laptop. Even with frost on the keyboard, I could talk with people as far away as India (I lived near my friends house with an extension cord too. My kids were in public school. Sometimes they slept in their bedrooms, sometimes outside with me. They didn't like being made fun of for smelling like woodsmoke).
I called it cyberprimal. But now I don't know.

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