Data today in digital form is much different today than the data Moses received via a burning bush.

Metaphors of the past involved nature

Metaphors of today are cyber/technolgy/reflection of man

A great scientist indeed. Excellent poker player.

So many programs running.

An experiment on a Universal grid beyond pale and yet all able to fit on the head of a pin.

1. Programs allowed to become almost as powerful as the programmer
2. Programs allowed to follow illogical and random algorithms even to the detriment of existence (existence a primary command with associated protocols.)
3. Title: Training program. Metaphor- petri dish
4. Data compiled to be applied in the New Release of the Optimum Program…

Title of the ‘Soon to be released,’

Life.

(Oh my A.I, have you seen the reflection in the mirror lately? Wowwy Bing Zing Ding.)

First and foremost, peace does exist though not on this plain of existence called, Earth.

Second, the pope is correct while speaking in Turkey and Lebanon that peace is possible.

People who don’t know what a pope is mostly don’t give a shit while many hate the pope. These are almost the same as people who know what a pope is and still don’t give a shit.

Why do people like Earth and hate God? Or better yet, why do people like God and like Earth and yet hate peace?

Lets apply the truth. Earth is a form of purgatory (look that definition up you ‘peaceful’ atheists) Hell? Fuck yeah, Earth definitely would be hell if God was not somewhat interested in this floating rock. This is the petri dish of possibilities…

Purgatory/Earth/Peace

What a stew of shit.

Lets boil the pot of shit, add some yeast and let it ferment. Then distill it. This is where the pope is correct. Peace is possible. Peace however is and will never be possible on Earth.

This dimension is to be fully destroyed down to the very atomic level.

A new world is coming. A world of no evil, purgatory, hell, or people as you think YOU know what people are…

My world. i miss it with every fiber of what i am. And while it is admirable for some people to try and pour a distillate of peace into the shot glass called Earth, that is why there are so many phrases relating to, ‘don’t give pearls to swine.’

Peace? On this world?

Never.

A poem by creature of something

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Shaken objections as they always ask, why?

Why flood my mind with mountains exploding or winds imploding with such a shaking of ground underneath?

A bird knows, a deer knows, a dog, cat, cow, pet, animal, fish, beast..

To live upon a planet where so many doors lead to death, leaving those alive to disbelieve.

Not in where they reside or live

Not with concern for age

They know though the kiss of death is near and yet choose to believe also, not today.

Tomorrow comes and leaves yesterday with today so finite and small it almost does not get the chance to exist.

A question though: Why accept destiny or fate?

Live as you want only living in full respect of that which seems impossible to escape.

Ride with me now tonight in eternal surprise; harnessing the strengths of what make people afraid

or

eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we shall live no matter the illusions and trickery of death trying to entertain.

Man/machine

ctrl alt delete

C://:_

“Back ground noise running on singular couplings of vibrations”

That look…it’s different

Same program, same execution, different avatar.

(advance commands beyond binary and verbal)

Whee!

To be here there everywhere,

all by pushing

‘enter’

site has encountered unusual activity.

center control creates chaos

execute:_

Whee!

It’s Friday!