{"id":397,"date":"2019-01-01T09:24:15","date_gmt":"2019-01-01T16:24:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/?p=397"},"modified":"2019-01-01T09:25:29","modified_gmt":"2019-01-01T16:25:29","slug":"the-future-us","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/discardme.com\/blog\/archives\/397","title":{"rendered":"The Future Us"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
There are lines of force in this world
 I feel them tangibly, imagining haptic feedback of the physical mind
 A rumble pack is vibrating somewhere, slight, nestled in the folds of my brain
 I am sure everyone can feel it too, all but like a winter's morning
 The sun occluded, by the blankets of storms arguing amongst themselves
 Snow drifts lazily here and there, sometimes granules of sugar, other times 
 Insulting flakes of immense size, alighting on everything like butterflies 
 Exhausted from their migration, the distance from the far off clouds to the bitter ground
 Seeming all too far.  But it followed a thread, a path, an invisible route
 Dancing with happenstance and random outcome in a pattern unobservable
 But it was a line\u2026 the flake followed the forces acting upon it
 Both an outcome and an input, the flake is at once itself at formation
 And still itself as it flutters to a stop on folded brown grass
 I observe the ending, guess the beginning, and wonder the in-between.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Are we not only observation machines?  A result of stimuli alone?
\nWe are born, a machine without language, only biological imperatives
\nSystems relaying signals along nervous pathways to a simple box
\nThe box converts noise to more noise, as the baby raises its voice
\nA mother comes running, stimuli causing milk to drop, concern to form
\nWorry written across a face that has seen programming from parents before
\nThrough ancient timelines from the beginning and the world around
\nNature versus nurture is the argument, the discourse obvious to the seasoned mind
\nWell of course, well of course, harrumph, harrumph, stimuli ergo response
\nBut we are not just this crude thing of a black box that motivates itself
\nWe are not only a miracle of adaptive self programming and outcomes of billions
\nOf years of adaptive biological replication and matter billions
\nOf years old, built in the forges of Gods in nebula billions
\nOf miles across, flying outwards ever further to a lonely hot rocky planet.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
We are all these things, but yet, to linger on the disparity lying in plain view
\nWe are not, there is something else to observe, to understand
\nWe are more, each of us feels the strange contradiction within our core
\nWe are both the Universe observing itself, and at the same time, we are our own
\nA microcosm of uniqueness, that cannot be reduced down
\nHumanity cannot be reductive, it is accretive in nature, wholly bound to reality
\nYet simultaneously, we are a part of it and apart from it
\nDoes the flake observe it's mother sky as it falls from her upcycling embraces?  
\nDoes the microcosm of fractal growth see itself from the storm of its nebula-born sisters?
\nWe are both the line and the force, we follow and we create
\nOur paths are both at once birthed and yet already existing
\nWe follow the lines of force around us, as they exert their stimuli
\nAnd we counter or accept, we twist or we break, we choose a happy heart
\nOr we melt away, to be ignored and never missed upon our deconstruction.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Touch.  Hope.  Realization.   Each of us carries the forces within
\nEach of us follows these lines of force, and we can be thoughtful as we run
\nWe can touch the arms of those around us, the faces, the interfaces
\nOf unique souls bound in matter, to each of us, the singular
\nWe can each hope for a place better than we found it, acting in our belief
\nTo guide each other ever forward, to improvement of all, the many
\nAnd we can carry realization of our self that is not alone in the universe
\nFinding others by their hands and their faces, witness their voices
\nCalling each other across the skies as we fall, as we alight where we land
\nReaching for our sisters and brothers as they land before or after
\nThe forces are our own, are they not?
\nThe lines we follow our own, are they not?
\nEach of us must make the imperative choice to be in control of both
\nWe are only truly acted upon by our self, ourselves collectively the inevitable response.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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