IQ/AI

Atop these heights, the pinnacle of pink matter

Mind over it, a divisive equation that only makes the answer fatter

Astute with a soupçon of whatever inside the olive grants

Memory, a gig or two won’t help. A terabyte? A Peta? Cue the fans

One must think on their feet, situations for choice, multiplicity

Act out the now, process the future, contingencies and all, at the speed of electricity.

With time knowledge grows and understanding becomes more patient

New vessels that can learn faster and quantify more happens in the nanoseconds, because we lost our patience.

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Just a little poetry. Call it what you want. Title suggestions???

I find solace in myself amidst the war outside… My troubles are close and my dreams await in peace outside of my grasp…

Solitude and confinement eases the mind and tempts the heart

Jovial accords instill ignorance to my reality

Live in the moment or die in the abyss, two halves of a circle twisted

Infinity now, live in the abyss and die in the moment

That’s more like it, that’s more like it, now it makes sense

Universe: Singularity

“Do you think we will by chance be where he is?”

“Doubt it.”

“How many will die amongst us?”

Just in one was necessary to get them off of the sun. They knew it couldn’t be done without a collective, two people required to end their solar prison. They could die and destabilize their bodies to warp them out of time and space; a black hole. They called it, singularity for multiple reasons. It’s never been done more than once, and when it was done they ended up on the sun. Could they do it and end up the sun was the real question, there was some calculation for this, an incomplete equation that would get them within a few parsecs from earth.

“Alfus, we come to take the earth.”

On the space station an indefinite quiescence lingered around the home of the people who called themselves “human.” In a conference among those of old, (certainly not older than Alfus) they were of emotion who chose to, instead live to converse about the peculiar situation.

“So? We aren’t crying… but they are silent! Who do they know how to know that they don’t know what to feel?”

“Are they not perfect? The perfect “does not compute” act of loss has infinite possibilities.”

” I agree, the thrill of life has two answers. That fall on the realm of likes and dislikes. But, death!? Has the 4; like, dislike, regret and ignorance.”

“Are they melding? Is it a salad of emotion or a soup of emotion?”

They talked about the sentiments that befell the station. In truth Alfus always when he was ready murdered a select few when he was frustrated. They new he was weakened once he did with the precautions he had in place. If he wasn’t specially caged, it would have been effortless. They sent him down to their champion who would weaken him further for blood, to try to extract ethereal. They had one drop and since then, he had been careful. The conference of elders, if they had to be titled, glorified the droplet. They were linked together in goal, much like the “eternals” were in mind. They eagerly awaited for their champion to wear down an already weakened Alfus, for more blood. They watched Alfus fight the champion and eventually he won.

Then they realized, “Is he getting stronger?”

“CHECK THE SUN!”

They scanned the sun and there they a ball of blue. The scanner acknowledged the area of lowered temperature and preceded to check with their oracle, for a visual. A solar flare blasted a few hundred miles out into space and then they saw a a large piece of the sun, collapse.

“Buh-lak Hol,” the elder said.

The brief moment on the sun un-coursed the station a few degrees off of its rotation. Even the earth’s floating pieces noticeably shifted. The sun destabilized for a few moments before replacing what it lost with a giant flare.

“Their gone… the oracle can’t find them.”

“How many?”

“6”

“How?”

The age old question. One time in history the ninth eternal had created the cracked earth Alfus is now fought on. They remembered. The orcale alarmed and repeatedly announced for the rooms purpose, “WARNING, 6 objects detected one light year away from station.” It could be them. It had to be them.

The youngest elder suddenly detached himself from the ideal. In great fashion, he runs for the ethereal that was in the middle of the room. Drank the drop. The room was in silence and then because they had their human element in tact, they knew what was imminent once they saw his eyes glow. They too died. He called in the futuristic PA, battle stations everyone.

He walked some more steps and he felt it. The surge of everything. Anything that could be felt could be touched could be understood. And then he heard them.

“Hello.”

40. A number, age and an abstract Pt. 1

So, to start off, I say hello to all. (A short  greeting) I use this title to play upon the last conversation’s segway into perception, using the title of course to do a little blending. So 40. A number, age or an abstract. Perception is one of the most powerful tools in a perons or group arsenal of social or even anti-social methods. Within every human being’s method of thought, perception is one of the most key component. Perception is able to create “right” or “wrong” instances even though fact, concrete evidence or plain simple logic dictates other wise. And even within sound logic, a person’s perception can be manipulated by the one with the more robust tone of thought through a simple avenue called speech (best example: Politicians). While perception is the most dangerous when you used improperly (For harm), it is also so very revolutionary in terms of our technology, food, economy and of course negotiations on a micro and macro level. Every piece of technology built on this earth, was based on the way an inventor perceived things; every war was stopped due to perception as well as every dish was prepared (yum). Amongst the plethora actions perception has shaped our world we must of course perceive what perception is. A more firm  and physical definition would describe it as the way we see, feel, touch, taste and hear our environment. And now the more complicated abstract definition; the way we identify with our world through understanding. So what is the argument that perception is dangerous? Through a physical means, perception or awareness is very limited in scope but yet differs greatly from person to person due to physical differences found between people. One thing is very certain 99% of the time. If we were to take 3 people from all over the world. Hot is hot, cold is cold, pain is pain, danger is danger, water is water, food is food and of course so on. In a biological sense as well, there is a innate reproductive sense between male and female if we were to make them opposite sexes. The physical side of perception allows for a cohesive unit of thought through sense between two people or more based on physiological similarities. Let us remember, perception is the way we identify with the world using our senses, we are merely on the physical aspect. The same way water can hydrate or drown a person is the same with all people and in some cases animals too. Like wise with high temperature.How we react to these physical stimuli creates a need. The mental aspect of perception allows for the materialization of a counter force to combat or make certain stimuli advantageous in a physical or abstract sense; this is where perception begins to show its true power.

The 39th Drop? What is.

The 39th fall wasn’t something that was, for me at least, something I attempted or determined to do. In the bible, it says a man falls seven times, along with other religions or religious books, that forgiveness whether by a man or a deity is unconditional until ultimate serenity is reached. What determines a fall? Does it mean that at one point before being “upright,” a decision that was out of my control led me to leave my internal peace? External peace? Who determines what is right or wrong? Is it our innate morals of guilt that we are born with guide is to a life that is “morally” correct? If we were born and became able to move with no knowledge of anything and it rained, “instincts” supposedly tells us to seek shelter. If the same situations is applied to meeting another person we would do one of three things as per our instincts; try to communicate, attack or flee. Is there an internal instinct that helps us determine that we fell? How do we determine that it  is genuine without our environment? This is just me typing a thought, an idea. If a man or woman doesn’t feel he or she is wrong, are they still wrong? If the world is reality then how can the world be as we percieve it to be? Reality by defenition is universal. Perception is not. Are we imposing upon our freedom of perception to force a farce of a reality on others causing them to fall? The 39th drop is just a moment of my mind to make peace of itself. I am not happy about certain things in my life from what I have done or currently did do, but by my standards. It is an intermingling mix of ideas, wisdom and knowledge that allow me based on who I am that determines that I fell today or yesterday at that point of my life. It is quite impossible to blank slate anyone but, if we blank slated myself, could I still say at being a basic human without interaction of another person to say that I fell at this point? The 39th drop, is not a fall but, maybe a stock chart. It is still going, with constant dips but, also with constant acensions. As the thought process about what a fall is can be critiqued so can an ascension. This maybe nonsense, or a nerd storm, but what is life without a person wanting to converse about it?

-Omnibus Writing-

Twenty-1st Post

The man who never knew

“There comes a time for men when a special woman changes their way of thinking…No no no” a soft voice says. “There are situations that arise that allow a man to go through a metamorphosis when meeting that special woman…” says the voice in a more confident tone. The man gets up out of his chair and paces back and forth until his wife knocks. *Two thumps*. The door opens slowly. Long black hair swings from the end off the door into the room followed by a beautiful womanly tilted face with a warming smile…”Dinner is ready babe!” she happily says. A warming smile turns into a look of confusion from Janice “why are you pacing back and forth?”. “Get out!” Bill screams, causing her to sigh and slowly pull the door in behind her closing it softly. Bill plops himself in the chair, head in hand, rotating his freshly brushed gold wedding band. He gets up opens the window… looks out… thinks to himself that 3 months in his marriage he has been really trying to be the husband she needs. He looks down at the sill, teary eyed. Like a fog rolling into a bay, the aroma of his wife’s cooking hits his nose awaking his stomach. He folds his laptop and exits his office walking towards the kitchen like a dog with a tail between his legs, finding his wife Janice, sitting and waiting for him with a smile on her face…
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T.B.C’D.

20th…

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In the face of my blog not achieving the success of what I envisioned it to be as yet, I will still say that I am not giving up nor am I slacking but rather figuring out ideas to make this a delight as well as interesting to draw people to join! It has really been in adventure and still is, if I pull through this (which I will) I guess I will be king of WordPress! Joking! So let’s see if I can weather the drought, I hope my poems have been good and inspirational. I hope my writings have fostered and festered social awareness or thoughts. Before I end this note, if you a follower or a passer byer have any tips and ideas for me please drop them in the comment section below! I am sad but I am driven!