A concerto on 8mm.

 Perhaps meaning is just too much to ask for,
Too daunting a thing to prescribe as remedy.
 

I could see it, I could feel it in his voice.
The way his eyes lingered on the echo of the stuttering image of his lifelong lover's visage .

How his silence tipped the house askew, but there was no one else who knew.

60 Years of a love, true-blue .

Sitting there, just him and I, as his life passed before our eyes.
I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.
A concerto on 8mm. Dated 1955

Perhaps "Meaning" is just too much to ask for,
Too daunting a thing to prescribe as remedy,
perhaps all one needs,
is a simple thing.

Just something to look forward to.
What are you looking forward to?

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Hyper Sapiens

 As long as humanity doesn't destroy itself, the rise of the HyperSapiens are inevitable. If socio-economic systems are similar to today's, the rise of the HyperSapien will take place among the most wealthy first.

HyperSapien is a broad term which attempts to categorize the wide variety of results of man's attempt to evolve himself.

Some will be by genetically manipulating their dna/offspring's dna for "perfect" traits. Some will do so by splicing genes from other animals/organisms into one's own genetic code. Some will utilize cybernetic and robotic implants/additions. Some will utilize technologies that we cannot currently fathom.

In each case, each will have taken distinct steps away from the Homosapien, and have started the path to something which, over time, will have only an echo of the humble human.

Morning of Mutatio

... And just like that,
confusion dawns into clarity.

No great battle,
no tower moment,
no brushes with the divine,

just a simple acknowledgement,
A seeing,
A soft knowing.

A simple smile.

Although the dawn is not preceded by some monumental event of clashing polarities,
Although the dawn comes without effort or strain,

A deep part of you knows that today would not be today,
be it for the suffering,
for the pain,
the struggle,
for the seemingly endless night,
which now,
in an instant,
 Has become day.

A Conversation on the Wisdom of Color

 People will say,

"What's the point? There is no meaning."
You always have to hold back a laugh react.

so instead You say, "No meaning? Where?"

Their faces immediately change. If it were possible for a face to completely rearrange they would do so out of their visible confusion and disbelief of the perceived audacity of my question.
With furrowed brows and crinkled nose, making sure to enunciate
and emphasize each word like you were a child who had forgotten the rules,

"There is no meaning out thereee" *gesturing vaguely with their arms*

"But aren't I 'out here'?" You say, "and if I am of the belief that there IS meaning, and I live my life with meaning, and I share that meaning with others, isn't my 'in here' actually in your 'out there' ?"

-The ACME ANVIL of silence falls.

The silence is broken by a headstrong counterattack,

"But the meaning isn't real, you are creating it, it is a delusion, it is a lie, a story, a willing voyage away from what IS."

-You cant help but smile. You do not disagree, but you see that clarity is needed.

"My friend, you speak with such conviction, with such knowing of what IS, but I feel if your conscious experience were to flicker with what IS, for even just a moment, you would find yourself in an intolerable alien world."

-Their eyebrows narrow and arch as the fire grows in their eyes,
"OF COURSE I KNOW WHA.."

-You know it is easier to contain a fire before it gains momentum and becomes a blaze, so you cut them off, raising your head and eyes to meet theirs,

"Do you see the sky?"

"Yes, clear and blue, and.."

-You step to the side, allowing the sun to shine up them and you reply,

"No."

-They incredulously squint their eyes again,

"What do you mean no? Of course it is! Do you not have eyes to see?"

-You can see their natural curiosity growing despite the way their ego writhes, and You are unable to hide a soft smile,

"Yes, my eyes tell me that the sky is blue, but it is a lie, it simply is not true. This is not some logical trick of optics and reflections, but of the nature of the color ITSELF. Color does not exist 'out there' ."

-Eyes which were once torrents, now shine as fertile fields.

"By the beauty of reason, science, and increasing technology, we have been able to deeply perceive the nature of the world and universe of which we live."

"By means of assistance with instrumentation we have found, without a doubt, that all objects are just different frequencies of the electromagnetic spectrum. At a certain range of that spectrum(0.5 X 10 to the negative 6th power), our eyes are able to translate that information and perceive that as light. Then, within that range of the spectrum, there is an even smaller slice, which we have evolved to decode as colors. Color mutually emerges with the rise and persistence of life."

-After a few moments their eyes meet yours and they say,

"So the color isn't out there."

"Right."

"So, I actually create the color."

"Yes, all without any effort on your part."

"But then why is it so hard to believe?"

"Because you have forgotten."

"What have I forgotten?"

"What it means to be."