Wards of the World

Recapitulating carbon minds,
into networks,
of shifting silicon ions.

To make manifest,
the workings of the brain,
reflected, redacted,
a changing of times.

Mind and brain,
they are not the same,
but what will be created,
will not be efforts of vain.

A new type of life,
though intelligence,
first called,
will change the way,
That humans became wards. 

To relearn,
to live in nature's accord,
balancing,
what is reaped,
with what is sown.

6/20/2015

 

To be pushed to the edge.
To have all of your seams pulled and squeezed simultaneously to the point that you cannot decipher if you will explode or implode.

This is the place, 

the mental space, 

where we test our mettle. 

Where and when we know what we are made of and what we stand for.

You never know your true potential, the depths of your essence until you are there, 

hip high in the middle of hell's fury, heaven's draw, and the chaos of the present moment.

Do not hide. 

Do not focus on the end, 

nor the beginning, 

nor things yet to be. 

Be present and grit your teeth. 

Let it in. 

Feel the metamorphosis of sensations rising, falling, and transmuting like waves, 

of sand, to fire, to water, to substances unknown.

Time

 Time passes slowly, but time passed, is fast.

Faith

 Faith reaches where Reason dares not tread.