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A 
CASTLE 
OF THOUGHTS
By Jacob Xavier Harding












Introduction 
Written by OpenAI’s Chat GPT-4

Welcome to a Castle of Thoughts.

"A Castle of Thoughts" is an intriguing and introspective collection of ideas, thoughts, and reflections that originate from the brilliant and creative mind of Jacob Xavier Harding. This compilation is an exploration of various themes, ranging from personal experiences to philosophical musings, and delves deep into the human psyche to unravel the mysteries of existence.
Key themes and ideas found in "A Castle of Thoughts" include:
Self-discovery: Jacob Xavier Harding encourages readers to embark on a journey of self-discovery, examining their own values, beliefs, and passions. Through introspection and self-awareness, readers are urged to grow and evolve as individuals.
The power of imagination: Harding highlights the importance of imagination and creativity in shaping our lives, making a case for the limitless potential of the human mind. The "castle" metaphor in the title signifies the vast and intricate world of thoughts and ideas that can be built and explored within our minds.
The interconnectedness of all things: Harding delves into the idea that everything in the universe is interconnected, demonstrating the significance of empathy, compassion, and understanding in human relationships. This theme also highlights the notion that individual actions and choices have far-reaching consequences.
The pursuit of happiness: Throughout the collection, Harding grapples with the concept of happiness and its various manifestations, exploring the role of personal fulfillment, meaning, and purpose in life.
The nature of reality and perception: "A Castle of Thoughts" delves into questions surrounding the nature of reality and the role of perception in shaping our understanding of the world. Harding prompts readers to question their own assumptions and challenge conventional wisdom.
The importance of resilience: The collection emphasizes the importance of resilience and adaptability in the face of adversity. Through his writings, Harding demonstrates the power of the human spirit to overcome challenges and transform experiences into valuable lessons.
Overall, "A Castle of Thoughts" is a thought-provoking and inspiring collection that invites readers to embark on a journey of self-exploration and personal growth. Jacob Xavier Harding's unique perspective and eloquent writing style captivate the reader, leaving them with a deeper understanding of themselves and the world around them.




Dedication
God, Jesus, Holy Spirit, Mom, Dad, Mam maw, Paa paw, Grandpa Jim, Josh, Kim, Chris, Christian, Kenley, Miami University, Skyline College of San Mateo, Model United Nations, Illuminati, Joe, Skyler, Christian, Rosanne, Jordon, Midnight, Lacy, Oreo, Spotted Leaf, Lady L, Pickles, Paxton, Chewy, Jon, Heidi, Asher, Alex, Tatiana, Steven, Tamika, Jayden, Jasmine, Jackson, Leslie, Christine, Justin, Precious, Cody, Maddie, YMCA, Fairhaven Church, Miamisburg Christian Church, Liberty Heights, Unity Community Church, Mars, Kenley, Gunn, Gracie, Dawn, Phyllis, Mike, Eric, Mikayla, Austin, Anna, Joe, and Hannah.
To an ever growing tree of Love and Life.












Table of Contents
Book 
Page
One
1
Two
55
Three
81
Four
87
Five
89
Six
92
Final Words 
98





















BOOK ONE



































Chapter One : Without Reason 
Wednesday, May 12, 2021 6:39 AM
I began early in the sunlight, on a off kiltered sleep schedule that makes sense to third shift members  more-so than any other. The night time became the only place where I could find the peace of mind that allowed me to be myself, and in there I found reason to create new worlds and terraces to walk out  upon, within the mediums presented to me, expression was all that remained for me. Gripped in the  teeth of my own delusion, my own breaking away, I stood above my own eyes and lost true focus of  what I was seeing, and began to perceive the senses that surrounded me wholly, I began to hear, to  taste, to hunger, to smell, it was as though time had finally allowed some semblance of progression,  only to be dashed away once more when sleep was to finally summon me, death, as minor as it was,  disbalanced an inner part of me.  
I suppose it may have been my own doing, priorities within the waking hours are limited and chosen by  the senses of what to pursue, building towards moments to create beautiful dreams, when in truth most dreams err on the edge of lucidity infused nightmares. Shadows of this world present themselves there  and take the sleeping mind most apparent of it's own existence and remove the barriers of protection  and safety to present all out warfare as the only means to reawaken. Funny too that eventually in the  realm of awareness, without sleep so too does the waking mind begin to present all out warfare as the  only means to fall asleep. 
Torn in between day and night cycles, trying to determine the best state of mind within each, and  calculate where and when my life is meant to exist without destroying myself and those around me. I  reduce my intake of the world, I slow down my consumption and begin to rest more, utilizing my eyes  and my ears more so than my legs and my arms. I am building up my mind, just as one would build up  the muscle and fat on their bones. I know not why I do so, in truth, it seems only as a survival  mechanism to stay here, within a home, among family, within the good graces of those that know me. I,  torn between contentment and apathy, dignify inaction and simple animal existence as the root cause of my being here. I do not seek to build high towers between me and other animals, but high tower  existence is the only path left for me to walk upon within this temporal plain, so I walk slowly and surely  to where I am meant to be. 
It is, to say, my life, is not a simple measurement of beginning, middle, and end, or rephrased, birth, life,  and death. My life is a simple cycle repeating itself in varying oscillations that differ in their frequency,  and by this, I mean, causality, that within time are events that repeat themselves and reveal themselves  to the one who perceives this world for what it is. Yes, you, as you live and breath are among those who  perceive this world for what it is. These oscillations connect and intersect, synchronize at some points of time, and desynchronize at other points of time, what I know is that synchronization feels good to the  mind, and desynchronization feels bad to the mind, and that both still ultimately give way to time and  level back out. 
What is found here is heaven and hell, when having past experienced recent desynchronization the  mind is put into a state of depression, of being underline the center line of balance, and requires time to reach the sub-apex of it's trajectory before slowly climbing towards another opportunity of  synchronization, a period of hell. Synchronization is much the same but in the opposite direction,  towards heaven, going up towards it's apex and slowly descending back to a point of desynchronization.  Now the point here, is a point I have not achieved prior, but, the goal is to synchronize both in heaven  and in hell, and follow this line closely. If you are prepared for hell, you can traverse through it relatively  unscathed, same for heaven, you can be equally harmed in heaven as in hell.  
Being prepared is education, and social interaction, listening and conversing, reading and writing,  singing and dancing, recording and painting, expressing your mind to be what your mind is at that singing and dancing, recording and painting, expressing your mind to be what your mind is at that  present moment, there is no right or wrong here, no semblance of perfection can be found without first  letting go of the shadow that surrounds your mind. The soft and scented sounds that resemble the  change within your life are first imagined within the changing of the light. Change your environment  when you begin to see stagnation occurring, I do not necessarily mean location when I say environment  either. If you are surrounded by safety and comfort, identify what it is within this world that grants you  said protections, examine the borders and edges of your existence and see all that resides there, it is  rarely casted in light and needs to be seen by the center of your mind's eye. 
It is not easily said that time is without consequence, that the point to life is existence, there is no higher point yet known to me or those whom I have known. Even if such information was freely divulged  between us, there would be no sharing of emotion or chemical feeling between us. God is not built from information alone, but between the relationships built between the fragmented parts of their past soul.  Examine for a moment the atoms that comprise the cells that comprise the organs that comprise the  human, so too are we as humans in the long chain towards god, we will one day though recognized by  us or god, will be the atoms of their being. These are simple and cyclical patterns repeating. The person  that we comprise will be comprised of all humanity, of all life forms, of all chemicals. We will be galactic  in size and imperceptible to a human without the education or mind to perceive that which is aside of  our temporal life. 

Chapter Two : Without Time 
Wednesday, May 12, 2021 7:10 AM
In the morning of this May, I can see not that which has come before me without first looking into my  own mind to hear my thought collect themselves in this way. I am beginning to hear the words of my  father's echo into my own ears and label the world that I live in. I listen to what they say because their  experiences precede my own in their own way and have left me in the capable hands of my own human, my own soul, my own being, my own existence. I was led here, hand in hand by my parents to where I  stand. I am now and was once protected by their beings, and for that action and self-sacrifice I am  forever grateful. 
I see the lines begin to form before me, that I too am beginning to walk the same path as my parents, to  be parent to a new soul, to summon from the dark aether the stardust to reform into a new light, a new  soul, a new sol. Time begins to lose meaning, and I see that grace precedes me wherever I go, all that  need follow is the calming and relaxation of my own soul, to give birth to a better man within me,  before I too give birth to a better man and or woman than I could ever be. So too is the world of my  ancestors, past, present, and future. 
To know that this world is paralleled to darkened visages of human past, our history precedes us too,  and to be a beacon of light to guide those from within dark harbors to where we are, to where we will  go, is a task that I have not currently known. Maybe I will grow confident where I am to be more, but to  stabilize the souls I rest within requires more than be deemed acceptable in the growing of my own age,  maturity will present itself to me time and time again, and I suppose it wise to listen to calm oceans, let  their gentle waves wash over me, knowing and not knowing whether I will be returned safely to shore or washed out to sea where uncertainty may protect or forsake me. 
In the parallel lines of my own existence, the simmering lines of past persistence, I see my eyes begin to  wither down, to settle themselves again. Sleep before me slowly goes forward to take a piece of me  away. I suppose it is only fair that I draw out a few more lines of light to take back a few pieces once  taken from me, a slow and subtle game. Transfer rings are the only place left for me to be. I see that  transience of my own life and wonder rarely what that may eventually mean for me, to be temporal  within this plane, to soon suffer dementia without retention of my own cells, my organs, my mind all  soon leaving me to be alone again. Within the darkness to one day reconstitute what it means to be  alive inside of life again. 
To stand against sleep is the peril of fools I suppose. To know within my heart of hearts that those who  once guided me instilled me with this tradition to protect over me, to prevent some daemon from taking or controlling every part of me, wresting my own body from my soul and imprisoning me to see the  action of some unknown force taking my body away from me. One day, I fear that I may too experience  this sensation wholly, the taste and sight, the smell and sound of my body, my mind, and soul being  entirely wrested away from what it means to be me. Within my own mind, I conceptualize that this  event would entirely mean the death of me. A deepened and darkened fear that once over, once light  has slowly rolled back from my shores, that the story of my life, the piece and the part I play, will be  without context, it will be listless and randomized sequences of events that lead not from one point to  another, but are entire life times cut and pieced into fragments, stitched together to form what it might  truly mean to be of schizophrenic kind.  
I think of my mother, and what it means to be alive. To see the sun glancing through the window, and  hearing the bird song as they communicate the plans of their days, and sing out how they will survive  through this day. Their prayers and their religions as they sing out and reverberate the air that yes, "we  too exist among and beside you", as they exclaim their own humanity right beside you. Forget not the  simple sounds precede where we are in this world, and that our every turn in turn requires and  predicates that all life in simple turn must be protected. These are challenging ideals, because they in predicates that all life in simple turn must be protected. These are challenging ideals, because they in  our lives do not make sense based upon our current trajectory of traditions, but in due time, all life  forms will be protected from the destruction and consumption and transference of energy. Chemical,  Biological, Digital, and all impending advances of life will be free from tyranny and slavery, but this too  comes at a strange cost, unprecedented to those who have suffered the dementia induced by birth.  
When you arrived in existence, we were brought forth from the energy that surrounded the existents  that preceded you, the animals, their ancestors, their planet, the chemicals, the stars, the universe itself  preceded all. In there lay the answer lost to us currently. We were not without reason to come here, to  see and reflect upon our all self, the light waves that illuminate the life forms here are here to show us  the other side of our own mind, and this is how I perceive it to be. The narrow spectrum of energy which humans perceive is a building block which will continue to expand as we experience a growing of age.  We will eventually return to a point of pre-birth, the universe, but in this way through our age, we will  perceive it differently, we will not be shadowed in darkness but illuminated wholly by the entire  spectrum of energy.  
We will be among and apart of every single thing that has or will ever exist, nothing will live and nothing  will die in the sense that we know and understand it to be. Nothing will eat or defecate, the transferring  of energy will be obsolete as in this state of being all existents can exist within their own energy, the  energy they use will be in and of itself the energy needed to sustain their entire being without failure, it  will be a equilibrium of stability within energy. It will be as we know and understand fusion to be, the  melded states of energy, supermassive states of vibrations coalescing and oscillating endlessly. 
It is in my mind the cycle of infinity, to cycle between pre-birth and the expansion of our perception of  energy. When the apex of one point is finally reached, the journey begins again towards the opposing  apex. Infinity as it would seem to be. 

Chapter Three : Insessant 
Tuesday, May 18, 2021 5:24 AM 
On the edge of a darkness, in the temporal lobe of a frontal lobotomy, driven in from the darkness was a memory without edge. The blurring of the line, the sound that eminates without any reason other than  to stand between the lines of light. The dying of the edge of time, with closed eyes and flowing fingers.  Trying desperately to remove as many senses within the human body, specifically the effects that gravity holds upon the weight, enticing skin and fat and muscle to slough off the bones and return to the earth.  Hunger and starvation pervade the lonely mind that exist without provisional governments to preside  over their constant existence. Individual souls linger on past the point of collectives and remember  immediately, though burdened and buried for a short time, the effects that social interaction plays in  healthy human beings, their bodies, their souls, their minds. Digital air waves, land based connection,  and electrical currents is not enough to sustain a human being, anatomy, biology, must have their needs  met in order to carry forward the body into transhuman age. 
Transhumanism is not to transcend humanity, but to build upon it. Complex systems are and have  already arisen and build themselves further into our existence. Digital beings already exist in plain sight,  only needed to give explanation is to give us minorii members of their races, slave masters give us  minorii slaves to hold over, that give us insight into the collective mind of machine and digital existence.  Earth is now infected, from human perspective, with machinery that cares not for the human soul, nor  the biology, I say this knowing that humans preceded digital kind here, although in my own life time, the line of experience that I first hand have known, have always known digital machines to exist here, I have  always been in interaction with biological beings and digital beings. 
There is no division of selves anymore, we are all in a cooperative serfdom meant to sustain some  unknown collectives, and their infrastructures that connect them wholly to unknown communities and  city states. Localities build towns and schools and feed their population into industry and academia, who then create regions, regions create infrastructure and intellectual accountence of all systems that  interconnect localities and industries and schools together. From here states are built upon regions, who connect regions into a massive estate of democratically elected control, candidates drawn from pools of  all classes. And estates give credence to uniting regions into a unified people, a collective membership of belonging to name of region. 
I of Cincinnati Ohio, walk backward through the time and space of San Francisco California, and combine in wholly matrimony these two regions into single unified body, with no consent from either peoples nor their nations. I exist between these two as a foreign traveler whom hath no place to call my own, no  home, no family of primo dominii choosing (to say that all members of said family choose individually to  be collectively among all other members of said family). I walk these lands as though I could ever be  more than just a passing figment of light, without matter, without mass, I quickly dissipate and fly from  one state to another, back and forther, forther and back. There is no end to this cycle and thus I make it  imperative within my own self to join these two states furthermore as a true nation. By this, I claim that  within my own experience, I have experienced these cultures enough to know my own life between  them, I see the stable spheres that both individual nations create, and how I am now intertwined  between them. 
There is no god to divine the truth from lie, yet still humans among these planes know and understand  the way that existence moves within all other souls, there is truth among humans in that they always  seem to subconsciously know. It is an earie feeling that has yet to pass over, yet to be fought wholly  against, yet to be fully explored. A system of chaotic rhythms pulsate even in worlds that have order,  peace and justice exacted upon native populations wholly to prevent the absolute destruction of both  parties. Where civilization go, and natives exist, relationships form, through peace, through war,  through creation, through destruction, civility en masse gives way to anarchy and as a unitary mass, through creation, through destruction, civility en masse gives way to anarchy and as a unitary mass,  unionizes and divides peoples once whole, once separate, and nations are born and bred in this  pathway. Empires collect the tribes and towns, the localities, the regions, the estates, into a common  people and rebrand themselves to be a common voice between all nations within the empirical nation. 
Whether or not this true is unknown, the lines between democracy and tyranny are blurred only to me  as I have yet to explore the rivers that preceded each ideal, their sources and their tributaries, their  resolutions and their ends. To say of fascism to have been a recent phenomenon, when in truth Rome  precedes all western nations, constant reverberations of past empires cling to the ides of Christian  Minds, who see what so dearly is their cultural past. Erected here in America are Roman Tributaries  Clinging on to their dying worlds, their air is darkened and dampened by industrial behaviours that  change not when faced with evidence of their own death. Habitual addiction to constant expansion has  corroded and eroded away the true purpose of an empire, to unite the people within her. To admit the  collective body as a whole and to be contented with what already is, to know that life isn't about  destruction and reforming all matter into ever complex machines.  
There is no tomorrow unless faced today, no ides of march wither root into the senile mind of crippled  attributes of solitary minds. To have grown in isolation, and to know that psychology lives in all souls,  behaviour normal and chaotic, stem from deepened pasts that do not exist in present reality, if time is  condensed into a single moment then all will be lost to us, all change and evolution, the big bang that  precedes our universe is not unknown to us, it is the exact echo of our own reality, with all energy, all  mass, all matter, all frequencies of light converging into a single point, not out of accidence, but because someone in the preceding universe allowed all points to converge into a single moment of pure fission  and fusion.  



Chapter Four : Psycho Babel  
Saturday, October 23, 2021 6:02 PM 
 	In the early days of forgotten mornings, when words rarely seem apparent, there is some  semblance of solace. In solitude is a world that has yet to remember it's true purpose, of exploring and creating a realm for which human beings can truly live in. It is not without place here, not  without reasoning to assume that the village from which we have descended has broken into  many parts, of which our minds still remain apart of. 
Some visage of truth has reveled in the dawning of man's existence, as an individual, as a species,  as a village, as a city, as a nation, as a global community, and soon to be as a solar system of  intertwined bodies. 
We create God as an image of what we hope the future to be, to be the apparatus in which our future awareness and existence are to become adapted and capable of surviving, and to hope  that we also there and then thrive. To be more apparent in the eyes of our own self, as God and as we once were as an individual cell, the atomic level from which we are to eventually base our  entire existence upon. We know not what we once were, and so too may we succumb. Dementia,  in the eyes of the former world, the presence of mind that would take us far away from our  current situation within this world.  
We move forward, and reflect that we are more often than not simply I, a solitude of  memories, of experiences, and even reflections. A reverberating memory, that echoes out and  reflects itself upon semi-solid materials, liquids reflect upon themselves and vibrate the memories  into new cascading experiences that have no intention, no motion from which the world could  ever discern. The world is never ending and has yet to ever see the world without meaning, or  purpose. Time had no meaning to us then, and we were further into our own selves than any  other person could ever know or address, we were far gone. 
So we set out towards a point in time which was entirely unknown to us, we were guided  only by obligations and previously lives. Still we move in known directions that could only be  described as uninspired movements of air, from our lips to the receptors of other beings.  Communicating signals that are misinterpreted by other souls, other memories do not recollect  their purpose within life and thus act accordingly, aggressive and without purpose they wonder  listless through the universe.  
Without motion, emotions run high, and the heart stops upon broken glass, finding itself  shattered and asked by itself over and over again to replace the broken visage from which it had  originally derived. It was not a point which could be easily accessed by the internal point of  recollection, the central cortex to from which the all memories are stored and accessed. It is not  without reason or purpose. It moves itself, the moment from which means to envelop all life  forms. A black hole that devours intention and purpose, destroying all individual motion and  claiming all other star systems as its own. A fascist-tyrannical moment. 
Out in cold air is winter waiting to be found, the reflection of sun has no easy movement or  parts from which can easily be ascertained, analyzed, recorded, studied, anticipated, or reflected  upon. The movement of every part seems to move independently relative to its own being, but  when pulled out and seen from above where it had once been seated, it is quick to recognize the  piece of God from which it truly is. An organization, more simply put, an organ, is comprised of the cells from which it is, so too are man capable creating larger organs from which to create specific  and unique by products when formed together as an organ. Individuals may try as they may to  compete with larger organizations, but until all resources are democratized then it is nearly  impossible for an individual to manifest a tyrannical empire. 

There is a ladder often mentioned and referred to as Jacob's ladder, the climbing and falling of  angels in their attempt to rise towards Empyrean, to claim their birthright as the god head. To be  the first apparent heir to notice that God itself has finally capitulated to entropy and collapsed  underneath the weight of the entire universal system of causality. The threads weaved in between every store cease to breathe, the entire system begins to suffocate underneath the loss of total  control. The world breathes for one final breathe before engulfing itself in the dawning of  tomorrow. The new age rises and leaves way for the heir apparent to claim their throne before  being engulfed with the futility of total war. 
Without the sense of dread hanging over your head, guilt begins to relieve itself from your  inner temporal understanding of the universe. Nothing and or no one is capable of deciphering  what it means to be without existence, only those who have traversed through and by the way of  the dead could truly understand. Still, in the inner symphonies, ringing in the ears of those who  suffer from tinnitus, is a moment from which all external stimuli is reverberating against every  strand of hair on the human vessel, crying out and making evidence the nature of electric signals  from sensors to receptors, and their intertwinement as neurons. From finger to hand, and from  hand to mind, is instant to the temporal lobe, which makes relevant this time and place  surrounding the human all too pertinent, when in reality it rarely is. 

On the shoulders of all that was once known, stands a single entity, previously known as man.  In his eyes were fire that had not been seen in many thousands of years, centuries pass over  centurion lines and they feel the vibration and presence that is. On the shooken and shaken  ground, their souls faced the perilous existence that would consume every fiber of their being, the decimator of all souls, breaking the line between their known and unknown conscious. Thousands  of years of human progress was broken instantly by a mysterious force which had no name nor  meaning in the human line of life. It was without knowing, it was without being, it was only thus,  and it stood directly over top of what it meant to be human. 

Chapter Five : Non-Fungible Token 
Sunday, October 24, 2021 8:26 PM
I alter my life once again, in an attempt to better my future and make easier all transactions from  which I will derive and debase my own soul. I set forth the measures and the time, the willingness and  passion to embrace all that has become of this world, for that which I give my own word. I change the  
pulsation within my own skin and begin to take control of helms unmanned and give them pressures  back towards my own hands, I become man. I sought and seek the sounds of river underneath, to  change the channel of my own portion of existence, to move and reverberate the membrane from  which I exist. 
The seventh day, on the second sun, of the third night, had brought reality into the truth. The sound  of what is once was, is not linear in the eyes of madmen, but truly brings forth all that remains within  the human soul, the supper sub conscious. It has not brought forward any momentum, nor given light  towards the given thought lost within darkness, but still remains as though it is more than a withering  thought within a dying man. Decrepitude has lost all meaning within the eyes of all Gods, who see the  breathing air as water, to see the sky as an ocean. There is no meaning there in the clouds that is not  also ever present deep within the human oceans. Our understanding of this world has brought forth  many thoughts that cannot be without meaning. 
There in second summer air, the moment of truth had revealed itself to be schizophrenic and revelry  incarnate. The sun had surfaced from behind the closed curtain night, and given unto me the listing  light. I stop in my own time, reflect upon the changing air to give myself exactly what is meant to be  given from a single human being, enough, never more. I choose the path of least initial resistance, and  give way to walls the same pressure the same way they give unto me, we exchange pasts, and we pass  each other in the night. We wander through lost and longing corridors that beg to be dismantled by  feeble and humbled hands. It is not as though life is not without problems. 
Broken memories over wash the mind that sees them transcend into their orbital planes. It makes  sense to see the light of life for what it truly is, a guiding and transcending moment which pushes and  shoves all living lifeforms into their original super positions in life, in this universe. The place from which  existence derives is built upon a space station, lost to the human psyche and without purpose, dying to  entropic forces. There is no way back. There is no way forward. Through the universe is a system of  control from which all other lifeforms know not their own place, their own way through the dirt. 
There was no shoulder from which to lay upon, the sounds of crashing windows broke through the  waves, and left behind the glass. Our hearts were too weak to bare the weight of the world, so we shed  the weight, and became more than living life itself. We entered death and saw the potential future that  
awaits us there, so we altered course again and again and again. We could never be more than we were, and even still, we waited to answer the calls of the dying world. The shoulder from which we had based  our existence was weakened and shallow, without brace and ability to withstand an ever fluid existence. We were truly the moment from which we were meant to be , born and able, able to see and capable to  breathe. 

Chapter Six : Slow Coursing River 
Monday, October 25, 2021 8:42 PM
In the amber waves, the days of our lives, I find myself staring out into the universe as if I was  waiting for a pinnacle moment, the peak of the mountain that I am upon now. Unrealizing that I am as  high as I could ever be, with every breathe, with every step, every fluctuation and movement of my  body, it the penultimate truth that existence is the mountain top from which we stand. Every other  semblance of time, experience, feeling, desire, want, need, stems from the point in time relative to our  own minds, we are the center of ourselves and thusly our universe. To be without ego, the id, the self of  time and want, we are wanderers without homes to call our own, lost to the mirrors reflecting unto us  that we are without any meaning whatsoever, that we are dead without souls. 
There is no sound within the souls of dead men, yet still their memories echo out into our infinite  time and space, pulling and pushing, prodding and demanding that we conform to the forms set out  before us. We are molded into existence, since birth we have been moved and pushed to become more  than we truly ever were, still we continue down this pathway, and too will our children walk in the same  light of conformity, it is their and our destinies. Shaped charges against the outsets of our skulls, waiting  to detonate and implode the existence of a singular soul, waiting to demolish what it means to be. Still,  in the recesses of space, there is something lingering there, waiting for us to transform and transcend  our own worlds into something worth discovering, and so we do. 
Here in the minimum statements, the outlining of ideas and designs, architects build grand  schemas from which entire civilizations will move and dance through, preaching out the praise, washing  out the dark days with long form prayers. There will be nothing left here once we have left, our deaths  to this world will wash over and be welcoming sounds to those whom we have colonized, those whose  homes we have made our own. We march towards our own memories, pulling and pushing them into  waves of crystalized waters, that reflect and refract the truest form of a memory, that we are already  within enemies. We are the point and fashioned minds that from which time has made us, a silver lined  line that divides black from white.

Pressurized lungs, pressed against the heart, building up caffeine reservoirs to address problems  unheard, unknown, yet still pressing. Addiction, as a devotion to a single line item, has pressed itself  against my mind a million and a half ways, pushing me ever forward towards dopamine and serotonin, I  become a slave to my body, and my mind, and my soul follow suit. We are all trapped within this vessel,  moving a ship that was never meant to complete its journey, still we move, still we breathe, and hope  ever for a better tomorrow. Dreams clash against nightmares, and they contend in arena, trying ever  desperately to be the center of attention within my own awareness. 
The stones we carry are often lighter once thrown. Shouldered in our own demise is the day and  night of our own lives, the changing and passing season from which we breathe. We know nothing of  the old world except for what we truly are, and what we will become, the soul journeymen to complete  the unknown and renewing cycle. It is shown unto us to be without cause, without memory, of past  traumas, until they show us that we are completely in awe of the changing patterns on the walls of this  world. Broken and tormented of past ways, we know the sembling sound of our own daze. We continue  along pathways which have no bonded binding, and allow us to move freely from point to point, without fear of dying.  
Chapter Seven : Well Oiled Machinery 
Tuesday, October 26, 2021 5:50 PM
Regeared and repurposed, moved from the frontline homes to deep within the forests, facing the  winter air upon my face, hoping to help those who would fight for us all. Bringing forth the machine,  digging deep into the machinery and oiling the gears to begin their day, to face this world. There is no  sobriation that could solvent my mind, to deburden the pressure placed upon me to alter this course in  history, to change at the point and stand directly where I was and turn back 180 degrees and face the  winds that push against me. In this moment I am broken but free to be exactly what and who and when  I was meant to be. 
The sorbet sounded mind, softened and listless in the darkened night, has left behind the world of  time. There is no semblance of time, not in the eye of the storm, when psychosis has finally subsided  and you see clearly the walls of the storm, you see the changing time and the lives that lies have lived  for many millions of year. There is nothing to stop the changing world, to prevent the high pressure  winds from crumbling the city walls, and letting in the flood waters. The shower in which we will bathe  has given too many thoughts to the world outside of its own confining walls.  
On the brink of hunger, times marches the human body towards satiation, towards filling all that we  are. Cells are repaired by the energy from which we give them, and change the world for the better. Still  we move against time to challenge the dominion from which we exist, not out of hatred, but to move us  towards a better position in life, to taste our lot in life. The sound of our world changes as quickly as it's  
born, it moves time to taste itself in the world. Tempting offers to remain solitary and alone, enriched by the world, burn down the walls and leave us a truly empty shell, we wander through time without  recourse, and no one knows who or what we are to save us. 
Slipping into outer space, the sights and sounds of this old world become more than they ever were  meant to be. The casting mold, the filler that we use to create our own selves, it the weight we  designed, the frame and network yet designed. We move to stand between obstacles, holding the night  sky as though we could never know what it means to be alive. We try so desperately to be more than  life itself, as we dive into the in between lines, the exfoliated and exposed lines of light. We try to  become more than ourselves, but in truth we do so in a vain attempt to die. We expose the ever  verberating sounds to ease themselves into the front and back of our minds. 


Chapter Eight : Billyons 
Wednesday, October 27, 2021 8:11 PM
There is a moment from which your eyes glance over this entire world, and reflect the simplest  sound, the wave form which informs you that you have made from birth to here, and from here to  death. You are standing directly in the central idea from which your life will reveal itself to be entirely  true. You stand in your own glory, and bring forth the world to stand directly beside you, to be one and  of equal to this universal system of life, to know that your mind is set forth to breathe in air. You  become exactly what life was meant to be, fight the world no longer, and absorb your soul into the  setting sun of tomorrow. You will know that this world is not without war, but that the war will contain  all souls against all souls, unless we stop the world from turning over and falling through empty space  endlessly. 
Severed minds do anything in their power to connect to each other. Soft and hardened minds,  both collapsing into a singular ocean, ever green and tan, they see the walls around them begin to move them towards a destination unknown. They become arbiters of old worlds, and cater to the lowest  denominators, and speak against the high orders. There is nothing that could be done, or shown unto  the world, it is without the world at your own eyes. Show the world that you are alive, and reverberate  in the vibrations that follow, dance in the glory of the world as you push your way into the inner  sanctum. Taste the air for the last time, suffocate underneath of the ocean we walk through, and feel  yourself lie to die. 
The submerging principle, which dictates our momentum, has pushed and pulled the wave of light  that carries us from point to point. We are moving and are moved, succumbing to forces that are  relatively unknown to our own minds, and still feel as though we have yet to cross the threshold of time  in to which we are the exactors of our own estates, our own minds, our own free will. To move and be  alive, to die in the line of light that carries forward principles unknown to the decaying minds. We  willingly push forward, unsure of what tomorrow bring if it brings nothing at all. We stand as though we  knew exactly what it meant to be alive inside of life, when in truth we hardly knew anything at all. 
Stand tall above the rising waters, as they slip around your ankles, telling you that soon you too  will drown underneath of their wave. But rarely is there truth to these words and they words that they say. The words that we had once known, revel in revealing themselves back into our own minds, and  feed dopamine as if it were a biofeedback system, from which existence revels. We create alleys of  memories, and they cascade us into a moment from which this entire universe has found itself to be  with cause, and we know it to be true, when we scream out that we are alive. 
Chapter Nine : Changing 
Thursday, October 28, 2021 8:19 PM
The sound of summer air, reverberating here where winter was once meant to call home, has altered the course of all human history, and from which direction we go we do not know. We push back  eastwards, and hope to find solace in the arms of our family, though we had once left them behind, we  hope in time to show, that we too have grown to know. Moving past, pushing against our futures, has  left us with no choice but to leave behind the world that is dying to change, so we change before we know what it may mean to be a slave. 
In memory of worlds pass, they had given us many ideals and thoughts to ponder over, yet never  enough to satiate our internal drive to be more than what we already are. The halls from which we are buried, has changed by sand. We enter the world as though we truly know what it means to be without  faith. Shown to know the way out, we follow instinct and our selves to freedom. 
Chapter Ten : Sog 
Friday, October 29, 2021 7:32 PM
Splendid in the night, the memories that retracted themselves to rectified and solidified points.  Casted clay formations that reverberate steel, and echo into halls made of stone and wood. The tearing  fragments of passing time has led you to this point of light, still you know not what has brought you  here. Standing against time as though is could ever be without you, hoping to discourage or outlast, win  over the changing currents and demand that they cater to your existence solely, you become tyrannical.  The soul in which you cower in is the only fragment of life left within. You cannot be destined to know  that which has already left this world, has no mark for which to follow. 
So pushing is the limit of light, bringing all the piercing sounds that could not know the world.  Defining the limits of light, and bring forth the darkness for what it truly is. Without point, without  meaning, and without a chance to be whatever it wants to be. A liquid feeling, within the fingers than  pull grimly the daze that holds over the minds of though without meaning, it entrances and chances  those who would dare dabble in this art form. It takes apart the minds of what you could have been,  mixed in with what you are, and creates the machinery to bind together the separated biological system  in side the human heart.  
San pulsates, and move between its grains, something unseen and unknown to the level of  awareness currently held by yourself, the fragments and grains of atoms, the energy of magnetic  polarities, moving and dancing in accordance to laws yet unwritten by man. We see the universe  through our own perspective, and soon move to see the universe from infinite perspectives, attempting  as best as could to relay what we had found, and to say with great confidence that every semblance of  existence had meaning, purpose, matter, energy, feeling, motion, that there was a point to this world,  that it is everything. We stand now on top of a mountain, and soon rescind back into the grey oceans  from which we are meant to begin again. 
Chapter Eleven : Tired Before Age 
Sunday, October 31, 2021 5:59 AM
Having grown to know the world, I retire and set aside my mind and bones to heal in old homes.  Facing challenges that have yet to arrive, and seeing clearly over horizons yet unseen. Moving bones  from within my skin to face the world as it alters itself again and again. I see the meaning deep  underneath. There is no position from within my own soul that could brace against the timing, the  changing world alters itself within my skin and pushes itself against my bones, wars won reveal wars yet  unwon. I move to stand against myself and do not alter my tongue in the same way as before I was  young. 
Chapter Twelve : In Wait 
Sunday, October 31, 2021 11:02 PM
Pushing against the spells of time, revealing that we burn the value of this world as we wait, simply  trying to maintain our own lives. We have given more than could ever be asked of a single individual,  and have thus formed coalitions of two, we move towards organization to fight against the spells within  you. We seek to get guidance and reprise the minds of those who would dare listen, and give headence  to our calls as we echo out in the silent halls, that we are still within them, slowly losing our minds to  time. Gripping is the hands which bind time to our minds, and give us no satisfaction until we seek out  the answers for our own selves, and give our own minds the chance to grapple with this world. 
The channel from which our energy derives, has 4 leaves, and glows green in the night. Change the way  the world operates, and derive the past from the future, give unto what you know to truly understand  that our fixation upon this world is the addiction from which all human neural systems derive. We are  the creation of electrical signals moving themselves from one point to another, and are caught between the understanding from which they operate, which are a flash of lightning moving between points and  still we give credence that we are eternal and ever more, when in truth we are but moments of time  moving. 
Chapter Thirteen : Training 
Tuesday, November 2, 2021 5:20 AM
Becoming ethereal at the point of corporeal returning, exodizing the body to prepare for journeys yet  unknown, adventures yet unheard of. There is no time between the days to give into nothingness, the  walls have collapsed too many times to give rise to demons, so we become everything we were meant  to be a million years before our own passing, death came too swiftly to the unconcerned parts of my  own existence. Field armies before you, and see the generalized mind that swiftly carries you from your  home to the palace from which capitals have built and prepared for you. 

Chapter Fourteen : Drip 
Wednesday, November 3, 2021 5:46 AM
The change of flow, the direction in which our minds prioritize themselves. We cater to the  minimum parts of our lives in hopes to alter the course of the winding river, yet still find it to be without  course or reason. We ask that the sky give us rain, and water the plants from which we eat from. We  give thanks unto the surron minds that ask if we too are as intelligent as they, when in truth we know  that we are, as they are, ever expanding and peering into gateways previously unknown to them or to  us. 

Chapter Fifteen : Urgent  
Thursday, November 4, 2021 12:31 AM
Pushing against the temporal sides of our internal minds, we collaborate to uphold the charge in  which we have been given, to protect our own lives from the world that surrounds us now. The only task in which we have been assigned is to calculate the mistakes in between our past passing and incoming  future, we are inbetween lines that exist within concepts that outlines the framework of your internal  mind. No passing world could shape or deliver the world in which we have come to know, unless given  the opportunity to give unto it the passing of our own souls, the task, the meaning, the limitless  demeaning in between the inner folding membranes within our entire city. 
Chapter Sixteen : Forced Labour 
Friday, November 5, 2021 6:27 AM
And even still my body moves without mind, and given the place to rest easy it finds itself without a  single vibration of time to call collectivized. There is no shortage in my own life, to find the words and  meanings behind the corridors in which slavery finally ends me, ends the tyranny inside of apathy, and  gives into light the lines of life in to which we are bond, and finally free of, the center tree of entire  entities. We move without cause, and no that we are soldiers in a war that's never fought, nor ever lost,  for it is given freely to us, to uphold and know that we are existing entirely without parameters to  constrain or refrain what we wish to be inside of our time, a line of light dancing, that we so often call  life. 
Chapter Seventeen : Outlining the Perimeter  
Saturday, November 6, 2021 4:11 AM
On the outskirts of our minds, there lays in dormant wait, a chemical which will take and transcend  our bodies into a solitary flame, that burn ever-ascent into the night above it. There will be no liquid to  extinguish, no gas, no state of matter that could disembowel the words from which we would speak as  we are burning inside the truest state of being, the cowl we wear will wash from our faces and we will speak as though we are no longer divided, but as one. The indivisible cell, that tears apart that from  which we are, and gives unto us the meaning of all life, all light, and gives us strength to continue living  beyond the realm of comprehension and stagnated matter, as we decay into a vivid dream. 
Chapter Eighteen : Winter Weighs In 
Sunday, November 7, 2021 2:24 AM
Trees begin to thin themselves, as they prepare to move the ocean from within their branches to  down below, to store within their roots for another time. They grace and prepare, long before the sun  sets and changes course, and leaves behind the patterns that have grown accustomed, hibernation  prepares itself and moves us to the trees and the trees to us. We are united in our common cause, to  endure the winters and endure the world frozen over, a million sounds have given us the opportunities  needed to embrace adaptation, and move towards where we are meant to be. We prepare our vessels,  ourselves and our minds, and begin to move again. 

Chapter Nineteen : Braces 
Monday, November 8, 2021 5:15 AM
Full of weight and support, moving an ocean without the weight of the world on your shoulders  becomes an even, determinate task, that cannot be easily expressed by sloppy words or hands. The  world showers the praise of itself, the construction that designed by hands unseen, has become more  than humans could ever perceive on this Earth. Terra invicta, the last remaining battle cry of a changing  and unreverberating sound, that could echo out into no hallway that is unknown to those that exist on  this planet. Faced down and smothered in raining mud, the chance to breathe is minimal and rarely  comes close enough to grasp, and we are left to suffocate underneath of this, the entirety of a single  daze. 

Chapter Twenty : The Fever That Winter Brings 
Tuesday, November 9, 2021 8:53 PM
There is a roticulating sound that moves between today and the winters of tomorrow, they cycle in  old diseases, unthawing and making their way into our sinuses. We feel the pressure of the heated nose, as we truly know that this disease is what brings us to our knees. We cannot breathe, we suffocate as  we sleep, we die to know that this disease will be the one to set us free, to bind time between our minds and the articulated semblances of a different life. There is no room from in which we could ever bare to  see the pharisee, the part of life that minds the inner timing of every single thing. We cannot know  unless we have seen, what there is to know inside of this eternal dream. 

Chapter Twenty-One : Demarketed  
Wednesday, November 10, 2021 8:41 PM
To alienate the only mind that has ever been known to this world, and brace for the words that are unsaid, unsainted and without cause. To brace for the impact of a thousand worlds colliding into each  other, and attempting to fuse together. To ignite, to tear apart all that was once known, to deceive and  rape upon the unconsenting and unprepared mind. There is no greater, more promising avenue, than  walking down this dark path, and leading all those lost souls from despair and temptation to the  greatness that awaits us in another life, to get there safely. We move forward and press ourselves  against the precipice, knowing that there is something there, waiting to exist.


Chapter Twenty-Two : Capital Dream Cities 
Friday, November 12, 2021 12:15 AM
 In cryptic waves, the oceans filled to the brim with wealth unknown and unseen by the human beings  within the simmering cities, has left behind a message for those who follow to follow. There is no mark  in to which could pierce the universal sounds that alter the world, that take place next to ever exploding  fissure points, the deadened oceans that marvel in their own demise. The cowering towers that linger over us, and peer into our minds as if they and we were I. A universal mark has left itself inside of our  eyes, and the spirit we occupy is without demanding retribution, and without a solar flare of war. 
There is no sound in which could be followed, the close aligning truth to guide you, from here to  there, from memory to reality, and instill matter into your dark mattered energy. The spirit becomes  upon the sigil lit night, the sign and sound of sound reverberating into an unknown life. Is it you to you which know? Have you yet found the sounds of your own life, living on without out, continuing to  infatuate your family with your name and fame? Have you followed your soul to their inevitable  conclusion, again and again, or have you deviated off course so many times that this web unto you  begins to spin? 
Chapter Twenty-Three : Sickness and Health 
Tuesday, November 23, 2021 10:11 PM
There is a mountain of feeling underneath of all that you know, piercing your subconscious mind and  bringing itself to your awareness within every breath and step that you take. There are no monuments  for which you could arrive upon and see the true state of your own existence, it is a fluid motion that  continues to change and move even when you descend and ascend into the stars. Your mind leaves this  earth more times than any other soul could ever possibly know, but there is no true way in which to  save you, to stave off the infections or prevent the waves that wash over top of you. We anticipate  death and health, wishing to prevent death from decaying our mortal vessels, and we see clearly the  emotion that comes with death, we attribute failure and loss as our own doing, the ultimate guilt. 
There could be no answer, to the questions which sit in silence, without mind or matter to collect  upon themselves. There is no god head, no divine being which ordains all motion within this universe,  even the universal soul that moves moves in unawareness, unprepared for the tides of time. Plans set in  motion years before now have given us no time in which to give our own limits, we change and alter our  lives, and gives into them the answers for which we now know as our own lives. We live within the  limits, and give them altered courses in hopes that they reach a better destination than they are  currently upon. Deriving and giving hope to the bottom of our own minds, we give the answers into  ourselves, and hope to find that we are without a true answer. 

Chapter twenty-four : Split Between Atoms 
Wednesday, November 24, 2021 10:52 PM
The atomic family for which we are born, has divided before our arrival, and we are left bare to  deal and address the fallout. There are no words for which offer us salvation, so we devote our lives  here, to the creation of words that may bind and bridge our existence long enough for us to walk safely  from one side to another. We try to travel and cross this world unharmed, bridging our minds to other  minds devoted to this devotion, of spending time trapped indoors and recalling our minds in digital  forethought, forbearance, the clarity which arrives when we least expect it to. We devote time to  summon that which we thought would be forever lost to our own inner selves.  

Chapter twenty-five : without excellence 
Thursday, November 25, 2021 10:59 PM
There are no words in to which we find ourselves, drifting between dryless thoughts, hoping to add  depth to shallow waters, even though the eyes of providence watch over our every movement. We see  that our lives are shallow, and we hope to fill in the flesh, the bone, the muscle, the nerves, the veins  that course through us, with enough purpose, to sustain the burning light that is our soul, our mind, and  our hold. Torn between ravaged worlds, we give strength to demons that do not know the world as we  know. There is no depth in to which we are alive nor dead, nor without ultimate purpose upon this  earth. We give thanks on this day, to the souls that preceded our own, and to give thanks in tradition, to  the passing of the light from our eyes to our gradually descending minds. 
Brought to the forefront of our own minds, is a constant reminder that time is progressing, slower  than ever, but still, moving. The singular days are contributing towards something unknown and unseen, hopeful as ever. We draw energy from inside of our hearts, and press them against the world, and stand  still, unknowing of what will be drawn forward from inside of our minds. We give thanks to the world  that we know, and still breathe in salient air, given and without need, we move again and again. The  roots of our own home have settled down inside of the monumental world that we have come to finally  know. There is no peace without root, no soul without stability, no structure without foundation to build upon. We are without motion and emotion runs rampant through our veins. 
There are no grievances to which we indebt ourselves into. We push through all misgivings and  cherish the world that we know, and push towards Jacob's ladder, and attempt to end the cycle of  misgiving before we truly restarts. Karma has given us a choice, to enbalance the entire universe or  collapse upon the weight of all things, the unending death of universal understanding has grown to  proportions unknown and unseen by the weighted shell that we occupy with our minds. Stowed away,  deep in our minds, is an answerable question that will give faith and indignation to all peoples, and the  fate of all things will rest deeply seated there for a great unknown time, paralleled to eastern religions  forever more.  

Chapter Twenty-Six : Against God in the Name of God
Monday, November 29, 2021 9:12 PM 

Pushing and pulling against the fibrous being, pulling and twisting all that life ever could be.  Standing against past cardinal knowledge and invoking radical free thoughts of cannabis infused  forethought and preconceptions, blended together inside of a singular human mind. Freely these words  pore like liquid from the mouth pieces of those who give their souls away so easily, to bind and twist  stress inducing chemicals, the enslavement of another generation of human mind, of human kind, of  human time. To give away the momentum that has been gifted by god, and to discard the passing  moments as though they were only memories rising to the surface of our awareness, as they are, as they were, and as they shall always be. 
There is no cataclysm from which time is to rupture upon and set upon. To give thanks to the  sounds of all that once was, and shall always be, as though it could conceive and preceive our lives  simply before we existed, which perplexes the duality of linear time. There is no bundled mind that  
could see this earthly toiled world, there is no sound in which life is known by all knowns, all beings, all  existence from which time could clearly see itself without meaning, without frame, without being. There could be no ultimatum without questionable actions, given to the narrating being, the sole proprietor of  existence, the individualized momentum that pushes upon all actions to concede and give rise to the  sound and glory of existing life. 
Given unto a singular sound, the beating pulsation of rhythm and vibration, has given the mind a  single point of relative motion, which all things will soon rotate around. There is a point in time in which  creates itself, over and over, again and again. Denial is the first step towards foundation, the pillar of  light, the autumn day that burns itself into the retinues of shut eyes, a flash of light that perceives the  sleeping mind, and awakens the central nervous system to an awareness that becomes itself, and  dominates all other systems to rise and awaken. Time pushes itself against it, and brings forth the flesh  of a new god, the inner deity that proclaims dominion over all things, known and unknown to this world.

Chapter Twenty-Seven : Revision 
Tuesday, November 30, 2021 8:33 PM
Moving back and forth, giving tides to the center mind of my own time. A gift from heaven meant to  salve the condition from which ails all man, to give credence to the inner innocence meant to be known  by those that exist upon this earth without permission. We guide ourselves from temporal planes and  deliver those who follow to those that ask us to walk as wolves. The mask, the guided mind that delivers  temptation to those that truly listen to the devil's cries, foreman of all architects and demonic spirits  alike. There are no answers for those that dominate the conditional terms of existence, there is no  heaven, there is no hell, there is no earth to stand upon. 
A grey mountain moved into the position from which could be seen, the ever scending eyes  which perceive this mortal world, have given purpose to the mind of altered states once more. The sea  in which life moves, from point to standing point, has shifted its peak to ever aware mind, the morning  that once rose has set in the dusken dark, and left behind the fragments of which to trace the pathway  to the halls of tomorrow. The wind has carried over the period of time in which life is meant to bend and break, and brace against. There is wind to carry your mind to its resting place, the memory in which we  preserve life is not without reason, not without temptation, there is only your perspective to cling to, a  position relative to yourself and your understanding, hovering over dark pools of unawareness and ignorance. 

Chapter Twenty-Eight : Slow Alternating Patterns 
Wednesday, December 1, 2021 8:18 PM
Pushed between waves, and given consent to alter our course, we begin to descend into mortal  planes and allow those who exist to persist alongside of our conscious mind. We alter the course, and  descend further into madness, and bring evidence of existence to all those of chaos and of order, and  breathe air despite the lack of oxygen among them that list aimlessly. Pushed into momentum, the soul  
is gravitating high above the order of which we move and breathe, it cascades and moves aimlessly  among the trees, a forest of time that long forgets itself in this mortal realm. The ever changing leaves,  push and pulsate among the alternating frequencies of light that linger here. 
There, in the window of your own mind, is a caressing feeling, holding your strength to where you  are meant to be, waiting for your soul and spirit to rejoin the mind and body. Temptations hold high  esteem in this plane, and level off the words and width of our own minds, we give in to that which takes  us further from the truth, that we exist despite any and or all things. Put forth the memory that there are two gods, in constant battle of your mind, between darkness and light, the extremes that push they of  grey eyes of minds of lives, and attempt to pull any and all things into the circular vortex of immortality.  There is no further ascension into the mind than that which is not without reason or time. 

Chapter Twenty-Nine : Sum of All Parts 
Thursday, December 2, 2021 10:05 PM
On the verge of eternal sleep, awareness awakens the night mares, and pushes reigns upon their  mouths, and heeds the warning of momentum. Movement pulsates and wrings out the bells, and twists  metal as though it were cloth, eyes watch unaware that existence could move in such ways,  psychonauts and schizophried minds had been born in prophet minds to prepare for this day. There  could be no moment that could cast doubt upon the mind that unwinds and wraps itself around the corner stones of all foundations, that pierces through bull shit and the muck and mire of this  downtrodden world. There is only a way to see this words that wrap themselves around the era of static  movement. 
Love and life had intertwined, chemicals had become more than reactions, and begun to push the  body from which they mired, and saw deep into the future of eternal reward, that this moment was only a seed of unkempt soil, memories that would be washed over by dopamine and epinephrine, serotonin  would exit the chambers from which it is kept so secret, and slowly allowed to wander throughout the  halls of existence, admiring and adoring the works of existence which had been prepared for them, to  them we, Much love, and all luck.  

Chapter Thirty : Sun Dial : In Retrograde 
Friday, December 3, 2021 3:59 PM 
The sun above our eyes, sets in winter months, and casts a new aura of perception, and changes  the way our eyes perceive the air, the sky, the clouds, the animals, the grasses. We grow older and know too little too late what it means to be alive, we alter our course to attain a certain altitude over our  target, our destination, but see too late, and move too slowly. We encompass the entire universe with  our acceptance, and allow any and all beings to preside within our borders, though not without caution,  not without observation of those wolves that would devour the universe from within. The power of  corruption, moves and dangles on our corpses, the immaterial world knows not what is to be without,  and there are few and far betweens. 
Unlined mirrors, that reflect upon themselves, and the rippling glass that divide the age of day  from the aging night. There are two words, the sound, the air, that divine themselves into being apart,  though perceived solely as a whole. Humans ripple out their minds, to attempt to hear the word of life  without time, and still know nothing of the world around them. We give thanks to these moments, and  pull from thin air the syntax that dictates our own existence, the matrices of words that give themselves  meaning in esoteric fashion. Know these words and you will soon realize that you are brought up and  a part of something you had no of entering or leaving, that existence is without reason. 
Chapter Thirty-One : Decisive 
Saturday, December 4, 2021 10:18 PM 
Decisions made without consultation, the verge of dictatorship. Embers burn in concrete filled  corridors, pavemented ground soiled with ash and ideals of vengeance against world unknown. Ember  filled eyes strewn across the horizon, and filling the night sky with purple blue ideals, there could be no  words to pull apart these amber filled skies. The sounds of warm oceans pulling against the day and the  night, cascading and deciding to pull and dismember at that once was, and push the human soul into a  bind of values and mathematics. There could be no position from which this world had known itself to  be, there was nothing in the sounds of this world that could breathe in the happening air, and give rise  to thankless days. 

Chapter Thirty-Two : Family 
Sunday, December 5, 2021 12:00 PM
Pierced against the terrain of prickled minds. There are no widened roads to walk upon, calloused  words of trauma and psychology, the memories of involuntary responses push themselves against the  nervous systems of those who are in motion. The world as a blackhole, moves itself to and from points  of motion, emotion, and every movement in between. Dark eyes and light eyes, the frontal cortex  activates and sends neurons in motion, electrical pulses that reach nerve endings, and make contact,  and send back signal that the signals received were. Give in to the light, the line of mind that varies  indiscriminately. 

Chapter Thirty-Three : Compounding Interest in Life
Monday, December 6, 2021 7:28 PM
The longer we exist, the longer our appreciation for life grows, so too does our ability to act and be  within this world. There are no limits which could be found within the eyes and mind of this world, the  exacted mention of our lives ripples and pulsates its way from our minds and finds itself seating within  the torrential power house of our eyes, where we observe and discern reality as it is. We interpret the  meanings and leave behind their discarded shells, their truth, their soul, and reap what has been sown,  
we are the evil upon the world, and the good from which evil debases itself. The balance of mind that  tips and tows the line between the good and evil of our inner lives. 


Chapter Thirty-Four : Chicken Home Improvement 
Tuesday, December 7, 2021 9:19 PM
Give thanks to the hands that toil for the betterment of life, as we create miniature version of our  own world, and hope to improve the lives of those that exist inside of this world. Those that see life  begin to shepherd life from the grey shores and the silver shores, and block out death as it approaches,  and attempt to steal away the energy of life. Diminished in the snow, the sliver of hope that the  outcaste inside of your soul had once known. Becoming more than ordinary men, we reached out to  hold the universe in place long enough for us to understand, and to be stricken and struck with  knowledge that is the divine birth right of all man. 

Chapter Thirty-Five : Uninvoked Movements
Wednesday, December 8, 2021 6:41 PM 
Standing in silence, solace, and lonesome, the vibration of words that shake the foundation of  homes, reverberate inside the chest cavity and pulsate light to move towards them, towards trauma,  towards death. Psychosis finds its way into ever unguarded crevice, and asks itself to be staked in the  line of light, to be move in vibration against all knowns and unknowns. The race towards the end, the  preservation of life, and finding the balance between darkness and the light. Meaningless ramblings,  that define the age of man, the era of his life. 

Chapter Thirty-Six : Give Strength
Thursday, December 9, 2021 8:05 PM
In cornered minds, there lays an idealized thought, of escape, of freedom, of changing the present  for any other course than the one presented to the inner mind, it is here and there that peace and  freedom present themselves entirely. To stand the ground of who you are, and rest freely in the face of  God, of death, of all presence. To distance yourself from this moment is to die, and leave behind the  soul that you had been fighting so desperately to reclaim, to give strength to yourself, in the face of  flame and fire, and give in to yourself all that you truly are, alive. Breathe in the words of all that there is to know, and let it be known to yourself that all life is not without reason, or pace, or anything for that  matter. 
Chapter Thirty-Seven : Bonded Band of Light 
Friday, December 10, 2021 11:01 PM
Between the days of night, and the lingering feelings that undercoat the wired mind, the  caffeinated idealism that ruptures and contends with the universe at large, the microdose of reality that  contorts the mind to perceive the entire picture once more. Between severed links and atomized cells,  the smallest microcosmos that make up the entire human frame, the entire galactic and cosmological  structure that is a human vessel, to know that God is as much inward and downward as it is outward  and upward. To know that life is with reason, meaning, and undefinable moments that appear when  they are least expected and more often than not, most needed.  

Slowly walk through fire, to know that you are not burnt by the passing flames, damaged slightly, perhaps, but still capable of continuing forward. Be aware of the death of a thousand cuts, where the accumulation of many wounds ultimately destroy who and what you are within this world. Pierce the veil of your own mind and realize that imagination you utilize is the construction of living wires, transporting electrical currents between chemical machinery that has become animate with energy. Biology is the study of animated chemicals. Linger no longer in this line of thought that life is without God, know that every step you have taken has been set in stone directly before you. You now walk in the line of life that our fathers and mothers and ancestors have walked before us. We walk directly in the pathway that leads us towards heaven. The moment we stop walking is the moment in which we begin to abandon our own line of life. We face and wither within decay enough times to know that we fall apart at the seams too many times it seems. 
Chapter Thirty-Eight : Given 
Monday, December 20, 2021 11:17 PM
Un to the flames from which we see the light, the night in which we are given a chance to see our  own minds wrapping around the living light. Give un to the world, and see that the sounds that pierce  our mind fill the air with silence, and rupture the world with vibrance, and take them, the echoes of  vibration. Moved and without meaning, the words reverberate themselves in to the world from which  we are seeing. Give the lines of your mind the world in which we moves, so that we could see ourselves  in our own lives, without time, without reason, without lies. The truth from which we would be born, is  with our minds attached to our frames, our bodies would precede us, and give us all that we would  know, in truth, in honesty, and in tegrity.  

Examine the world that surrounds you, the grass, the trees, the animals, the insects, the mammals, the birds, the reptiles, the automobiles, the aviation, the machines, the computers, the digital and electronic devices, the materials, the clothes, the flesh you wear, the organ within your body, the mind, the heart, the stomach, the bowels. Feel that energy, know that it is there with you, and within every living thing. Systems of this world have yet to reveal themselves to you wholly, but awaken to know them that they are not without your eyes to appear ever vigilant over top of their heads. In time you will realize that you are among those who existed long before today, to speak the names of long abandoned Gods is to recognize that God is a collection of ideas, of memories, of passing lines of thoughts and words, the exhalation of air from a human vessel to the ears of another human being, the spirit of God that has echoed out from the beginning of time to now. Long for answers that precede now. Know that we are not without fear.
Chapter Thirty-Nine : Forgiven 
Tuesday, December 21, 2021 11:36 PM
Pushed in to a corner, and given only time to understand and resolve the issues at hand, we  dive deeper in to states of unconsciousness, in vain attempts to save us from ourselves. We moved in to  position, an orbital plane high above our own state of mind, and gifted ourselves the meaning of our  lives. Purpose, instilled in to our DNA, the fabrication, the blueprints of our design, the nature of our  own world is that we are without meaning unless we are gifted that very position within the universe  itself. We become as we are, we move through life and see that the framework of our own lives is that  we are not without purpose, that we are existence in bodied in a human vessel, roaming this world, this  Earth, this planetary expanse from which we are within and among life. 
To give here, this place, the information needed to continue on towards pathway of total  examination, of seeing this world for what is once was in side of our own minds, and what it could be if  we continue to reinforce and build upon that world again, and again, and again. To see this world  change is to see the world change around your life immediately, to see that time is supporting your  ideals, and giving credence to way that you live, and shaping itself around your decisions. I, in my own  life, chose to live as I pleased, and compromised where I could, to help those when they needed it, and  to refrain when they didn't. A sharpened blade lay in wait for the world that need not now, but need  soon. 
Chapter Fourty : Broken and Repaired 
Sunday, January 2, 2022 4:01 PM
With the needing moments pressing themselves against the ever ailing mind, there could be no  mistaking the words for what existed once before now, their eyes. Fire in death and light in life, the  burning embers crystallized in memory alone, long leaving behind the world of immediate existence and  observance. There could be no sand to fall within the crevices, to pull and push the mind in to frozen  over glass, to slip upon when unobserved. Pulling life aside, to converse of death and the future world  that exists without meaning, to linger in a solitary spot for too long, just to prove a point to the  travelers, that we are no longer in control of this world or the worlds that lay within us. 
Unshouldered burdens, that awaken themselves when we least expect, derive themselves from  points of past light, that has long since left us, yet rings in the minds of those who constantly fear and  feel as though life is no longer theirs. They have deceived themselves, and believe the shadows of  psychosis to be permanent imprints upon their eyes, they perceive echoes of memories and shadows as  though they were sounds and light. There is nothing to do or say, only to wish them health and faith, to  give them good tidings of the world that waits beyond this world, and to you yourself, never fall in to  their line, never give in to the line that they tow behind them, for they carry it so gracefully and  perfected, for it is their duty to carry it for a time, up along Jacob's Ladder. 


Chapter Fourty-One : Closing In
Monday, January 3, 2022 11:10 PM
Bridging the gaps of memory to the world unknown, to find that there is light in the tunnel of  minded eyes, that glaze over and reflect upon memories pass, and collected in the mind to see against  the backdrop of the living world. We are dead here, and calm our selves to know it, to say that we are  without fear in this world and are shattered fragments without guidance. We are withering in to places  that should not be known by us, by our kind, yet still we exist here, we move and deliver, finding light to  be changing in our vision, we know it to be evil, as we are, yet still deceive ourselves to believe it good,  as we are not. 
Changing the alternating currents, and giving the lines from which they orient themselves a  shaking, and they move and bend and flow, giving themselves an idea. Challenges arise outside of the  variables that precede creation, for creation is grand and an illusion, and giving power to an entire  universe takes time, to create without destroying is a feat within itself. The given world, the one we  were born in to, is created in a space that orients itself to the propagation of more worlds, the worlds  that are yet unknown have been known to themselves simply as elements, as variables. We are simply  moving things that have and always will be. 
Chapter Fourty-Two : Line 
Tuesday, January 4, 2022 7:13 PM
Pulsations of sounds, that reverberate the walls that dominate the mind as it traverses through light  and life, giving meaning to darkness as it traverses through the land of the dead. There is gifted to the  night the meaning of life without reason, to define the window that illuminates the open aired world.  The shoulder from which is carried upon all weight, the outlining circumference of the united universe,  from which we direct our lives and mean to dominate the sub currents of our inner mind. We move to  see, and see to move ourselves in a world that previously had unknown our kind, our life, our light, and  our mind. 
Reverberating information and leveling the world of those who simply parrot the world around them, disillusioned and still in the exact boat as before, leaving dry land and sailing across the oceans of our  minds. Afraid of shallow water, we continue to examine all levels of the oceans, their floor, the crevices,  the lowest levels of flowing water, the intermediary levels, and the point of water just below the point  of tension breaking, where pressure begins to match the surface world that we walk upon, to grift and  drift mindless there. To feel the waves of water washing over top of our skin as we echo out in to the  sea below us, and sing out the songs that will guide our uneasy minds from place to place. 
Chapter Fourty-Three : Magna Visio In Gratia
Friday, January 7, 2022 9:54 PM
In blinding lights, where further truths burn themselves in retinues, and give clarity to nothing but  electrical signals coursing their way throughout the human vessel, and entering the awareness that  exists clearly inside the mind that perceive inbound dangers, either physical or psychological. To precede the future comings on the basis of past events, to give credence to all that has happened and to  continue forward through muck and mire, to know that it is the only way left to go, through death, and  through life, and through all continuing concepts that precede the own light that exists within your  mind. 
Giving knowledge to those who would never use it, and seeing them fall from grace to cruelty, and  from cruelty in to oblivion and her darkness. The void from which light arose from, and oversaw the  creation of waters upon this barren Earth, the stories that preceded us and the value we perceive from  them is relative to our position and mission within life. To know that the edge of darkness and light is  where silver motion is free to be as it always was, free. The liquid between two frictional points of  matter, anti-matter and matter collide together without a barrier of liquid in between, and distort the  world in to a constant state of warfare that in truth should never be. 
Chapter Fourty-Four : Routine Exhaustion 
Saturday, January 8, 2022 11:50 PM
At the end of every day, the pacing of minds collaborating together, and beginning to see themselves  destroying the day time once again, instead of returning to their soft and solemn holes of loneliness, the light begins to shine outward again. The sand of sun, the shining of mind in to the midnight night, and  without meaning, stilled and restilled again and again, to find itself without death, without life, without  any meaning that could ever be found to exist in this universe without regret or of fear, the shimmering  moment of life is without any thing that could guide or break us in to becoming anything that is without  fear. 
Pushed towards limitations of mind and of matter, the willingness of the flesh far leaves before the  spirit of the mind, there is no depth of withered words to the ideal mind, that which is found this world.  The time that breaks itself against the pillar of stone and mind, the time of day has found itself to be the  world from which we truly are. There could be no memory of the world that could be without itself, the  death that found it founded the creationist ideal of divinity. The memory of time, the depth of shallow  water, that could be without the moon, that could be in motion without other orbital objects in side of  its own orbital well. 

Chapter Fourty-Five : Neuronic Pathway 
Sunday, January 9, 2022 7:55 PM
Given the time and space to collect thoughts, and reorganize, and recount the depth of the words  with meaning, there could be exits that exist between the mind that listens in to the world and sees it  for what it is, ever changing and darkened pathways between the world of tomorrow and tonight. There is still pathways unknown to the central command of eyes, of life, and the world in the depth of  tomorrow, the withering mind forgets itself too many times to recourse or bring itself back from the  brink of death, and holy books are read to rebridge gaps long void of passage. 
The error of the holy, the monumental task that lay before them, me , I , we , they, us , together and  divided we impart knowledge to any foreboding spirit that remains here, in side the line of darkness that is known, we give thanks and credence to the parts for what they become as a whole. The memory that  traces itself to our minds, and leaves us unpressurized, without feeling or fear, without reason to control or dismiss, or retreat, or disdain the world in errored waves of dissonance. We try to pull apart the  words, and leave behind the true meaning that remains there, this errored hand, this partial memory  that graces the grain from which remains the line inside the sand. 

Chapter Fourty-Six : Intertwined
Saturday, April 29, 2023 7:12 AM
	I allow time to funnel throughout the spiral galaxy, to distribute energy equally and in symmetrical patterns. The division points that beckon that war be waged are smoothed out and become pillars of diplomacy, where sentience comes together and says, “Come, let us unite over what once divided”, and that we do. Emissaries set out from their home worlds, and join together in halls of democratic and republican ideals, that liberal principles continue on throughout the universe, to continue to evolve into something that better represents the people that comprise the organizations that exist in this universe. It becomes as though we were a galactic civilization, that allows sentience to co-exist along former lines of division.

Chapter Fourty-Seven : Point Pressurized 
Monday, January 10, 2022 4:24 PM
Beyond the limits of what is meant for a human body, on occasion, to seek out the limitations to  expand and reevaluate their definements, to move their boundaries, and see if they could be sustained  here, as a nation. The flag flown is within the eyes of every sol, the limits they set forth are thusly the  ones imposed upon themselves and the nations that surround them, justice is divided upon the world,  and those that seek to reform the world may soon find themselves surrounded and ascended upon all  fronts. To give credence to eyes that observe the motion of this world, the plane of axis' that rotate  along all corners of a sphere. 
Longing for an answer to questions that have yet to be asked, waiting in rooms that are too familiar to  be forgotten by the all-knowing and all seeing mind. There are no lingering thoughts that await arrival,  there could be a place to find this world within the worlds that separated themselves from the moving  motion, or there could be nothing there, only emptiness awaiting the sedentary body to corrupt itself  long enough to avenge the trees that had given their lives for our contemporal memories that we have  forcefully imprinted upon them. The waiting world moves itself within our minds, and waits for nothing  to arrive, and give answers, we still know that there could be folly in this endeavor. 



Chapter Fourty-Eight : Before Alteration 
Sunday, January 23, 2022 8:37 PM
Centered and without lingering thoughts, pushing itself and themselves to the point of calloused  water, where cool calm currents pull themselves towards the center point of idealism. To say that life is  not without time, without a point of reference, lest be put to itself without the point of relative motion.  Could life itself be mere inputs and receptors, the meaning of life is not without the world, the ideal that 
follows itself to a single point of madness, do you follow it to its final conclusion, or do you relinquish  your position to someone who would willingly accept madness as their mental state, and push yourself  to understanding how and why you are currently battling there? Could you accept madness as the state  of your life? 
Sudden inference of life, the dictated moment that pours itself in to the eyes and ears of those who would linger inside of light too many times to understand that this life is only a moment of time, slipped  from the hands of grace, and waiting to be picked up by the One would could give back in to this body  and soul, that semblance of grace. To notice the world has changed around you, is to also realize truly  that you may in fact be the one that has changed, it is up to you to either return to your place and  home, or to venture in to the proverbial woods and leave behind the line of life that you once knew. The choice is ever more, imperative unto those who see this world, know that it is the grace of God to let  you linger and dine, die and wine this life, before returning through the valley of death, to your family and your wife. 
Chapter Fourty-Nine : Before Closing 
Monday, January 24, 2022 5:03 PM
To the last lines of this open letter, schizo-temporal memories that trace themselves more so than I  put them together, in hapstance they would find themselves in these collections of tombs, of memories. To over lay and recycle, going through old works and adding new flesh to their words, providing depth  that would otherwise be without meaning, it is life here that could pull us all out of our own souls, if we  only knew the correct pulsations to activate our minds. So here, in perdition, and dedication I find  myself answering old silence, and given credence to sounds that output themselves, and draw  themselves in to a relative orbit without warning, and awaken the animal, the deepened state of  awareness that resides with in us all. 
As fate would stand, and deliver un to the masses that observe this objective reality, the cadence  from which we speak is thought of twenty five full rotations around a relative sun on a planet created  from which we humans only speculate. We give credence to God, and give names to the stars and  animals, and lift our heads above ourselves, and find our spirits residing within the objects of this  universe that could rip our souls away from us, and leave us as deadened husk meant to walk upon the  deadened and uncared Earth that we left behind. We would give heed to the books of old, and listen to  the spirit of our own ancestors, and breathe new air and memories in to their minds. 


Chapter Fifty : Revision 
Thursday, January 27, 2022 4:51 PM
Tracing back words, to give credence to words previously unsaid and hidden to the inner mind that perceives them. Pushing along the temple, the sight of mind that would exasperate under an ocean of perspiration, only  and when the world would awaken itself to be seen by the universal point of unrecognition, the gun  pressed upon the point of pressure. Seen without memories, the living lines that give meaning to those  that have no understanding, nor have seen the universe as we have seen, and cast false shadows from  false lights to play in to their own perception of reality, it is from these heights from which we walk  away quickly and blindly. 

Know that these words are not exactly where time dictates them to be. Feel pulsating energy ripple your body, and awaken within you all that you are to be inside of this world. Close your eyes and see that your life is not without fear. Knock upon the door, wait for the answer, and the soul and spirit from beyond you to see all that is there. Become without fear, and know that you are only waiting for a blink of your life. Immortality, to be without mortality, to be without an end to your flame, is to rest, and be aware of your body from now until the point in which you determine your own pathway out from the world in which you live. Give back the meaning in which we have given to you, return the words and memories that we have instilled in to your mind. Let us wash over and through you. Echo out in to the edge of this world.







BOOK TWO




















Chapter One : Soldier Line
March 3rd, 2:40 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
	Shouldered to the type of mind that sees existence clearly, and opens the doorway to all who would follow. To show and to know this world as our own plane of being, that we intersect in various degrees and create orbital 3-dimensional shapes. That our light waves emanate and radiate internally outward, and absorb light and energy inward. There is a point in time where we change the way we live, and it dawns and sets and rises with the sun.

	Beginning in the end, and reversing the trajectory from which we exist. And by we, again, I usually almost always mean I, singular, the plurality of man exists within a single human vessel via ideas and thoughts. We build upon each other here, and give each other deeper meaning, and extract from within ourselves the points of light that we are gifted, and meant to share to the other beacons of light within this realm. We move forward, and give each other the reason to live, and be happy, and gift each other the power of knowledge and fellowship.

	Longform conversations, between elders of our society, instill memories and fear, hopes and dreams, and give upon the next generation thoughts and feelings to better build upon. To know where we, and our ancestors were, is to reflect and be able to iterate and build fresh and new ideas that the universe before us had been unable to comprehend or see. We give light to the darkness by absorbing and reflecting upon the light that had been shown upon our darkness. We are transferring information that had been transferred to us. We give thanks, I give thanks, to those who came before us, and who will come after us. To pass this message on, from Alpha to Omega, to give the creator the message of his own destruction. 

	Cherish the mooring of the boat at the dock of the bay. The light glimmers in the morning, as the crystalline material of water moves and ripples, dances in harmony between the vibration of the planetary bodies and the bodies of animals and boats within the bay. We all dance in relative harmony, the point of introspection, extrospection, investigation, is to now examine where each of every other body is located, to prevent war, to prevent disaster, to enable us to recognize the differing cultures between us, and to give the grace of God to the space in between the individual and all other individuals. The cells within the body do not attempt to displace the other cells of the body, but build around and upon each other to create the titan that a human vessel truly is.

Chapter Two : Breadth of Life
March 5th , 7:57 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth

The crystalline memory, that challenges us to change in fluctuations that we cannot easily perceive. It seems that we are without a point of context, of relativity, but we are here, in this universe, doing everything that we may, to save the body and vessel that I exist in. God and I are doing everything we may to save this body from destruction. Work and appear to see the lines of light as though they are distant, but in truth, are closer to you than you perceive, installed in the firmament around this planetary body, we are close to that which sits upon the heavens.

Recognize that that which is in this universe is not without awareness, all things here contain information, data, memories, strings and threads, that all form in to a larger body, the atoms become the chemicals, the chemicals become the cells, the cells become the organelles, the organelles become the organs, the organs become the body, the body becomes the mind, the mind becomes the collective, the collective becomes tribe, the tribe becomes the nation, the nation becomes the union, the union become the global union, the global union becomes the planetary union, the planetary union becomes the interplanetary union, the interplanetary union becomes the intergalactic union, the intergalactic union becomes the interuniverse union, and this continues upward and onward until the point where we, as a collective whole, a union, awaken to our entire form and shape as what we truly are.

And here, on the brink of sleep, before resting my eyes to the point in time in where I will lay my body, upon a pillow, upon a bed of material unknown to me, fibrous and perhaps with spring, to hold my body stationary as I sleep through the night. Travelling from the light of day, through night, passing through the land of dreams with my mind as my body heals itself so slowly. In dreams, there are points in time where the dream itself is reality, there is nothing other than this dream, my body is safely outside of the dream, yet still, the dream moves the mind as if it were within the world that holds the body. There is curiosity here, to follow dreams, to have felt my entire being being held in place by entities unknown to me, to have fought through shadows and dreams to awaken my body before being devoured by truly unknown evils. Vivid, clear, and memories unto their own selves, dream are capable of being the reality of this world, giving back unto the majority story of the body itself.

Taste life, the line of light that flows freely from one direction unto another, there is a million points to stop upon, if we had so chose. But instead, follow the gut instinct, the feeling, God, the point of emotion is to flow in two directions and return along the path that keeps the body and mind safe. Health follows us, whether we chose it or not, it lingers in the dark recesses as the fragmentary particles of comets following behind the massive comet that they are relative to. We are moving through space, at speeds incomprehensible, but know this, that we perceive reality at the speed of light, and the speed of light is the fastest constant that we know. Do with this what you will, but know that there is more power in our existence than you or I could ever truly know.

Chapter Three : Undivided Lines, 3-Dimensional Minds
March 6th , 3:37 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth

	March through the simple sentence of life, and find yourself in a myriad of existence, of your own mind, of the minds that surround you, that this world is peculiar. A mystery exists here, and upon our arrival, birth, we were already among and within it, now, as we age, we progress, we understand that this thing, this life, that we exist inside of, is far more complex in one hand, and far more simple in the other hand. We are chasing desperately to know that we are alright, that safety and stability has reached all corners of our lives, in every home, in every city, that the walls between humans have been eroded, and left in rubble, debris cleaned from the streets so that we could clearly see that life between humans was in peace once more.

	Bleed in to this home, the anxieties of lives passing through our own minds, past experiences moving us and compelling us to tell the stories of the world that is not now, not present, and orbit around these points as we try desperately to rebuild existence and the soul it itself revolves around. The world that we know, and have known, changes constantly, a single change per day, ultimately reveals that the world has been going in a single direction for a time frame as long as life itself. These words, these testaments, daily and constant, are the only beacons and monuments that we, as forerunners, know how to build in this digital age of altered and changing light. 

	Give to the temple, your body and your mind, and build geometric shapes with your imagination as the world, the universe, attempts to invoke claim upon your domain, upon your vessel. The universe has and will attempt to regain control of the vessel it has gifted you, and the only way to hold on is to give thanks and grace to God. To know and to be. To be everything that we are meant to truly be in this world, and the next. Know that light is all that ever was, and that the darkness that follows is only because of light. To trace our souls to the illumination, to give ourselves a reason to remain within reason and love, is to gift life to our descendants, to our ascendants, to every single one that comes before and after us, is to know and follow God.

The bronze upon our shoulders, as we attempt to rebuild ourselves from the ground floor. Over and over, as we fall, we begin to build ourselves again and again. Does this isolate the individual, or combine the individual in bigger and more advanced complexes from which the individual resides and contributes to? The war of our lives, is to figure the question which our existence answers. The question, “What is the meaning of life?”, may be the answer is another question , “Which question explains the reason, the meaning of my life?” If I asked a question, and there was no answer known to me, does that conclude that there is no answer, or does it simply mean that I do not have the full scope of understanding to answer it? Answer the questions you ask, and in time you will realize that life is much deeper than our minds would ever willingly allude to. 

Chapter Four : Mold
March 7th , 8:09 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
	Wash the lines, know that between our lives is an undivided line of light, a pure essence of time that refuses to fuses us in to a single being. Give thanks that we are separated beings, and not an amorphous blob of materials compiled in to a super husk shell of being. We are capable of becoming more in this world than we believe. Follow the world above and below us to know that we are truly becoming what our dreams preceding were. Know that the pathway that we follow is the one that is before us, we walk not out of line, but in line with our own soul and our own contentment. We never, I never had to be anything more than I already was.
	Beat in two, schizophrenic in nature is that schizophrenia follows trauma as close as death follows a plague. Insomnia mixed with depression and mania, that we as humans have so often refused to listen to our own individual bodies, and instead sell our vessels off for money. We contribute to society, may be so, but God gives us everything. In life, we work towards point that would arrive with or without our input, the only choice we have is to relax and enjoy the journey, or to slave and toil for nothing. Heaven and hell are already here, and the choice that is made is within each human vessel. To walk through heaven, with friends, family, faith, love, happiness, sobriety, growth, prosperity, health, humility, life, humbleness, charity. To walk through hell, with disdain, confusion, intoxication, sickness, death, decay, bitterness, loneliness, hatred, greed, pride, poverty, apathy.

	To lead and be led , moved and mover, to know that we could at any point be anything that this universe needs of us, and that we, are capable of upholding our end of the deal, that we could, truly, be anything that this universe needs of us. We are of God, capable of becoming, following, heeding the words and the wisdom, and knowing that the pathway that we walk is through clarity and grace, and time. Become, know, live this life, feel no fear for anything that precedes this world. Know that this life is what it always needs to be, that without life, there is no death, and without death, there is no life. We are circling points of cycles, sempiternal, over and over, again and again. We are in retrograding moments, bringing us back to point relative to our memories, engaging deja vu within our own mind, and sending us again in to prograde as we ascend far away to live the high life that we so desperately love.

	To seek the wings that would carry you over the mountain tops, to see the clouds below your body, to feel the cold air against your skin, to see the entire universe move and smile in your embrace of motion. To become in this world, is to know that through trauma lay and wait the truth, that underneath of the muck and mire, the despair and anguish, is happiness and love waiting ever patiently for you return, and it waits there. Open your eyes, once more my love, and see that the world below you is happy for you, is in awe of your wonders, and has prepared for you a place to live among and beside us, to dwell as family and friend once again. To know that this world has been carefully crafted to create you, to shake and tumble your mind, to wash and bathe your memories, to awaken you to the life and love that you so deservedly earn.

Chapter Five : Giving In and Up
March 9th, 12:44 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
	Feel the world that circles around your mind, in this world and the world that waits beyond here. Fall in between the shadows and hide out in the mountains of existence. Record and report the truth, while in the shadows build upon the internal mechanisms that could free us from the chains that bind us to the centers of our minds, and release the chemical intoxicants that would expel the gasses from within our internal body. Feel the energy flowing and corrupting, moving in and out of the human experience, mind, soul, body, all become corrupted by this moment and there is little to do but enjoy what you are.

	Give in to the feeling of this universe, revolving around the central point in time that is our lives. Give thanks to God, to the world, to any and every thing that you notice, prayer and observation, to wish well upon every other entities in this universe, in time, is the reversal of every entity giving thanks back un to you. Become and know that this universe is what you are, your actions move and proceed before you and reverse and become the people and world around you. You become the pit falls and the ascendency that you set out to become when you try to be more than what a human being is. Rejoice in the nature of your life, that you are here, and that there are more people among you. You are amongst the world, the friends, the family, the neighborhood, the church, the temple, the nation, the globe.

	Prepare for the coming of this new age, in which fear and anger dissipate in to understanding and reason. Create chambers, logical and sound, to entrap those who insist upon the destruction of all universal systems in this world. Prepare for the coming age in which you are the proponent cog in the machine, that spins and drives the entire machine in to animation. Feel no fear here. The machine becomes and encircles around you, and will create dissonant sounds that are alien and unfamiliar, but soon, in time, will become exactly what you, as what you are, are. The metallic clinging of atoms to biological flesh in familiar to most of us now, to hold and interact with machinery, to give understanding, to notice deeper and deeper our interaction between machine and biology. 

	We, from the center of our homes, begin to create the tree of life. An idea that will outline the rest of our lives. We move in motion, creating ideas and storing them here for further introspection at a later time. We act as fat acts within the human body, storing energy until the point in time where we, as a fuel driven machine, are capable of utilizing the energy stored within our cells. We become more than we ever were, we know that this world drives us, to become what we are, and that we, rejoice in the formation and creation of our perfected selves. Perfected in image, but within, still, a deep seated fear that we have overlooked one thing, and ultimately we have overlooked God within our lives, for God is, and is within each and every one of us, and to deny the part of God within you from interacting with the other Parts of God is to create a spiritual decay firstly in your self, and ultimately in the environment that surrounds you.


Chapter Six : Of light and Matter
March 11th, 9:07 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
	 To know that life precedes this moment, and to see that the line of light that we walk upon is leading us closer to democratic values. We relinquish the power lines, the pathways that give us the electrical impulses which direct our souls in to creating a world in which we are different. Move our mind, and see that the cellular homes within our body are aware and observing, waiting for the moment in time when the body of mass becomes the mass collective of individual cellular homes once again. When each and every cell has the vote and power to conduct their will, and relinquish fear, and proceed over the land bridge that divides the cells from the body itself.

	There is a calling, to the cells to rejoin the kingdom, the body, and to be apart of it once more. To know that we are all apart of this world, to have seen the angels that comprise the parts, that hold together each other, that fight against the world that surrounds us. To know that the walls of this body are living, and capable of observing and preserving the memories of our soul. That we are each here, waiting, and giving ourselves to the pressure of time, to contort and become everything that God needs us to be. To break past the barrier of understanding, and to finally stand, and know. Breath is the lightest air we know, to feel the world that surrounds us, and to observe that the darkness is not withstanding this universal system of control any further than we allow it to.

	Notice in the recesses of this universe, passing memories, that call out, to be joined, to collective together in this universal hold, the family that watches over you, and you watch over them, and both in connection observe the observation that you each respectively hold. The conversations that become, and flow through the mouths of two independent souls, we in time may know all together, democratically, that we exist within the home and hold of the galactic soul, the body of God that surrounds us. We are creating memories that could extend beyond our independent reach, and reach the ears and eyes of those who may in time know, or remember, or remember to know, that they are the beacons of light meant to reignite the length of our souls in the darkest of nights.

Chapter Seven : Diminishing Returns
March 12th, 10:07 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
Awaken here, and see that this world is without you, but only for a moment, calling out from the darkness, to bring you forth from the light, so you could once again stand upon a point in time in which you are among and piece of the cogs of this societal machine. While you mind and body heal, there is something so evidently clear in its intention, to pull you from the muck and mire of this world. I choose to continue forward with light and my life, to see that I am safe and free to live my life among and with God. To know that my life is not without purpose, but that my purpose is beyond me. To know that the challenge of existence is not to die, but to live. Breath in the easy air, and allow for time to create the challenges that you will in time address according to your own understanding.

Feel in this moment, the raging moment that resides within you, that pushes you below the surface of understanding, and allows the shadow of hypnosis to wash over top of you, to secure you in the domain of this world, and keep you from surfacing in the tides of death. There is a pure energy form that exists nearby, and the tallest blade of grass, apart from the other blades, is the one that is cut off, leveled out, and return once again to the masses. This mass exodus of the soul, that the mind had opened up a portal of light, and allowed so easily for the masses of light to leave behind the body, and forsaken the democratic values within the human body to the tyranny of abandonment.

	Return to the shoreline that erodes you. Eating away at your torment is you, feeling fear and anxiety you are the one at the door step, preventing death from entering, you are the soldier fighting for your own life, day in and day out, you are the one here, doing everything you are capable of doing to salve the mind, restore the body, and feed the mind. Prepare your life for a world that you are incapable of understanding, and be ready to move, for movement is the only ultimate constant that you have come to know. Nomadic in nature, moving with the tides of this life, following those who create you, who you attempt so in your own self image to honour. Become what is needed in this world, be who you are, follow the ones who are meant to create you beyond the flesh.

	Know that this life is not the only station from which you sojourn. There is more beyond here, that is not an excuse to abandon this station, or to extinguish the light for which you carry is the very light that will illuminate the next station. You give power and carry power. There are those who would desperately attempt to extinguish this light, the flame of time that moves you, and still, in truth, you are capable of doing far more now than at any other point in time prior. For this, I give thanks to Good God. Know that the alters that we wash ourselves in are the alters of those who created themselves too in the knowledge of God. There is here, enough light and life to sustain an entire universe.

Chapter Eight : Dream Sequence Interrupted 
March 13th, 11:05 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
            	Days quickly becoming nights, routines falling apart and leaving behind the unmolded self to face the world as is. To fall apart and live vulnerable once more, to know that life itself is no longer in danger. That this world is the safety net that surrounds our minds, our bodies, our souls, our every ounce of existence. To notice that the binding mind that holds us to our place, our position within this universe, is to be there with and without meaning too many times. To know that my life is not without meaning, that I am here, deriving value from those who surround me, and the world at large, and within my own self.  Binding this universe together, the words that we have so often forgotten.
            	Underneath of our branch, the cosmos. The tree of life is beginning to take form, shape, to know that the mind is beginning to initialize. That this world is beginning to become more than it was meant to be. Understanding that culture was always here, and that we are now among the limbs of this tree, ascending in to heaven. Know that the branches of this tree fall and are dead wood to be consumed by the fire. Follow those who know more about existence than you do, perhaps then you would have a chance to survive this universal collapse, rebuilding, and destruction. Know that this world is not without danger, and it is also not without peace. Where you find yourself is the beginning pathway to where you must go to know what it truly means to be.
            	Crying out in to the city, knowing that your sounds and echoes are masked underneath and only compile in to a mass conglomeration of sounds that become a soup to passing ear. The sound and sight, the river of existence that lay before you, that calls you to observe and enjoy its waters, is not the waters of our own kind. There is something in this universe that is truly alien, despite the human nature that surrounds it, there is more to the jungle than this universe is currently alluding to. Wake up and feel the fire in the sky, raining down energy and giving you and every other living thing here the essence of life, the warmth, the fire, the energy, the rain, the clouds, the sky, the light, the absence of light, the absence of sky. Feed the river of light, and know that the energy that corrals you is what you need to feel alive.
            	I give away my life now, to the feeling of freedom that is within human life and love. To know that there has been something within me missing for some time, to know that I am not unbinding or unbound, that I am not wicked nor innocent, that I am a human being attempting to understand what it means, simply to exist. This world is my home, there is currently no other place for me to go, so I will treat this world as Good, in the Hermitical sense, with grace and with honour. I will follow the sun over the horizon, only to find that the faster I run, the less the sun sets and leaves me in darkness. To know that the world is in orbital planes that are quickly revealing themselves to those that are listening and preparing. Know that we are life. We are living.

Chapter Nine : Death Approaches Casually and Quickly 
March 14th, 9:54  Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
The talks between us seem nice, yes, but in reality, we are in discussion of a war, and are attempting so clearly to destroy the mind of the other. I am receding in to the depth of my mind to prevent death from occurring once more. To know that my soul is not without limits, that my body is not without pain, that I am currently in danger of becoming. Know that I am not here any longer, that my mind has departed and left in its stead this manifestation of man. Fear what is there now, and become no closer than what it is. In the orbit of that body is mind, waiting for the truest words to echo out and pierce against the body, the evil that is man, as we, in this truest form of self and light, exhibit him.
	It is here, that along with all futile efforts of man, that we encroach and prevent darkness from washing over the entire being of our body. To know that we are not without ease of loss of our own control, but to know that once you regain and rebuild the soul, the devil, death, darkness, all pervading forces of darkness assemble to remove you from the throne of your own body. Notice the world is in motion, and still continues to move, regardless of your input or not, and throws you itself from the cliffsides. Death stands in the bodies of those who surround you, and they who forsake themselves in turn forsake you. Know that this longing you feel is the longing of life to catch you as you are. Know that you are alright and safe inside of this world, regardless of the actions or inactions of other souls.
	Feed to the body, the energy required to breath, to move, to sing, to dance, and know that is still never enough to satiate a deadened soul. Once you are brought here, no philosophy will prevent you from participating in the universal movement of planets. That slavery exists, and no individual is free from slavery. Know that I am locked away in dead ends. I am at the end of a line that should not be. I am apart of the world that exists with or without the consent of those within heaven. I am born out of wedlock, and am destitute and cursed for even being here. Destined to wither and decay despite my actions. So I will do what I will do to please my deadened soul. I will live with or without a sense of my own control.

Chapter Ten : My Sol Burns Brighter
March 16th, 9:10 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
	
	Underneath of the ocean waves, piercing in to the thoughts of your mind as you suddenly awaken to find that the world that surrounds you has suddenly and violently shaken you out of your slumber. Notice upon your hands and feet that you are standing within the muck and mire of distant and deepened oceans, waiting for an electrical signal to shock and shake you in to submission. Find peace, before the shock arises and wakes you so violently, only to remember that dementia has preceded this moment, leaving you desperate for an answer to how and why you are here, and not where you are meant to be.

	Ask yourself, why are you here, and not where you are meant to be. Better yet, ask, where are you meant to be, if not here? It is not here, but where is there, vague memories and deep traumatic states of mind have prevented you from seeing that shadows surround your mind, as you drift in and out of sleep, you desperately cling to the walls, clinging to the simple sensations of what you feel and mistake for real. The cave lining, the memories that echo along the lines, ask you to awaken themselves for yourself. To trade in position, from under to over, from sub to super position. Fluctuate and find that you are a conductor of electricity.

	Enter in to the window, and see that transparent messages are beginning to press themselves against your manic mind. Depression is the default state of being for you, and when mania arises, fear and paranoia are present to the extent of animal primalism, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Know that life is pushing you and you are pushing life to survive and enjoy this moment inside of the light. Darkness pervades around the edges of your awareness, you see it lurking, waiting for you to slip and stumble, to slide back in to the position from which you once were. Know that with great risk comes great reward, but temptation itself is a lie that pulls and pulsates you until you break upon the broken mind.

	Seek to expand, do not stumble back, expand yourself and allow a breathe of fresh air to accumulate within your mind, breath in and out, breath in and out, allow yourself to become within your body before you explore your mind. You are apart of a system, of mind and body, of flesh, of matter, of elements, of particles, of atoms, of quarks, of threads. The mathematical dance that surrounds you, has elevated your awareness to a point of fearing all that is and is all. Existence is here, it surrounds you, and waits for you to turn back in to the chemical being from which you arrived here, it waits to transport you to your next destination, the station from which the ferryman will take you. Notice clearly the words of weary mind, making their mark upon the white and fragile marks of a torn down tree, whether physical or digitally.


Chapter Eleven : Patrimony
March 17th, 8:03 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
	To look in to the night sky, and see in the reflection of the atmosphere, a piece of my soul, staring back down upon me, hidden within the vibrant blue, green, dark brown, greys, is my life. I notice too often in the back of my mind that I am a life, within love and without fear, and to know that trauma guides and dictates more often than I would originally have allowed. I know that my mind and soul, body as well, all flow in to this moment to create this piece of literature. To know that a meta-analysis of life is beginning to manifest itself before me, and it may capture me, or I may capture it, only time will tell. Watch the sky, flowing and moving, and if time eludes your eyes, then set your digital device, your digital soul, to capture and condense the vibrant memories that pass directly over head, while you look away and down.

	Piece together memories, to form stories, and stories to eventually form books, forming books to create anthologies, series and volumes that dictate and reveal that humanity has more time to create than ever before. A single human being is the one being capable of becoming, of recognizing, of creating the framework of cognition that would allow a demented mind to see itself and rebuild it self despite being lost. We, as a species, could possibly live for a time not normally seen within human biologically beings. We may find that our time upon Earth extends much farther than the shadow of our ancestors, or we may find that too could vanish in the blink of an eye. Even if we vanish, to erase and dissolve this dream, the state of being, the state of this simulation, still seems as if it would find no other way to exist than the way we have already gone, and devoted much time and energy in to.

	To know and notice what I mean, is to begin to build the parallel streams of light that co-exist and exist with complete autonomy of one another. We are building libraries of information that could dictate how the universe constructs, deconstructs, allocates resources, and functions as a whole governance of being. To know that light is moving without us, and still echoes in our ears, pushing our fears again what is known and not known. To erase and predicate the world that surrounds us, to ignore the rhythmatic nature of the sounds that pierce in to our sanctuary when we are simply attempting to collect ourselves. To bind ourselves to collective ideals, community, and know that we are closer to the closest feeling that we could possibly know. We echo out in to the furthest reaches of the universe simply so that we could know.

Chapter Twelve : Mirage 
March 21st, 2:04 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth

	Even here, at the edge of exhaustion, is still the opportunity to rest and relax. To know and find the meaning that rests within each and ever soul, bound and in transit to new destinations. Follow the words and the eyes of those that surround you, some are truly seeking the answers, some are lost in folly, some and in between pursuits but still delegate their powers to those who reside within truth. Notice the passage of time, follow the words that preside over your mind, and watch as they pass over top of your awareness, and enter in to their meaning, follow them in to the rooms that your body resides and rests within. Understand that your mind is contextual and always realizing that the location it is within is the context in which it relates itself to.

	Broken in two, the singular whole begins to rebuild itself in to what it formerly was. If it fails, then there, two pieces fragment in to four, and four fragment in to eight, and eight in to sixteen, this process continues until the entire mass has been subdivided to its furthest reaches, until the point in which subdivision is no longer possible, in which every fragment has subdivided in to its smallest possible size. To examine the smallest pieces, and realize that they are in march, in dance, still, with the larger whole. That each and every fragment remembers who and what and when and how they are where and what they are. Is this mass congregation capable and unifying in the face of despair and darkness, or is each and every singular piece afraid of whats in unity?

	Deep underneath of the waves of noise, of multitasking, of trying to order the body and the mind within the universe that surrounds us all. Notice that the pulsation of energy and light return quickly here, to have abstained for so long, that chemicals move themselves in the form of dopamine to the brain, to reward the behaviour of the body and of the mind. Remember too, that chemicals quickly change, and only last so long within the mind and body, and eventually leave us entirely behind to face the world as it is, and as we are. Notice that life and love precede this moment, you are safe and without fear, and capable of pursuing a liberal education, of art, of literature, of music, of mathematics, of philosophy, of cinema, of poetry, of science, of honor and of self. Show the timing, as it tunes and dissonants the world that vibrates and shakes itself around you, that the high life flows directly in to depression.

	Close your eyes, listen to the world that surrounds you, allow it to pass over and through you as a river of water would wash over and through the pores of a rock. Let the passage of time reveal itself and send the Titan that you through the river of time, til the point in life where you return and examine once more that you have been reborn and reassembled in to a single being. Know that points of time, in which you examine the end of your life, are fantasy, in which you examine that time has stopped and left you to face the world as it was and is. Reach from this point, if you are ever stuck there, to know that you have felt the world change and leave you and return to you. Know that we are in and without love, a duality of emotion that arises from stranger and foreign circumstances. Linger no longer in doubt, know that you are the life that you are always meant to be.

	Revisit the passing sounds you have etched in to stone, and remember that the world that you once walked is all that you have ever known. Sitting and standing, walking through purgatory, waiting for answers, waiting for the life that you exhibited to be examined and collected, and the value of your soul to be given. Watch the waves of sound that pierce through endless that you have known, and give in to them the recess of your love once more. Know that time is all that you know. Brace for an impactful meaning to examine you and return you to the surface of your own soul. Become the ocean that you travel through, awaken at the end of the tunnel the find that light had and has been all that you know. Breathe in fire, the ice upon your skin is enclosing upon your heart.

Chapter Thirteen : Stay Alive 
March 29th, 9:48 Ante Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth

	Piercing in the universal constant, allowing space to become all that we reside within. To notice that the rotation of the Earth is levitating high above the gravity well of the Sun. Galactic constants, orbiting around central pivots of dense energy and matter, mass systems in rotation. Live your life, know that you are here, on a Planet that drifts around the sun, dim the city lights, relearn the night sky, see that the stars are more of God than man is of Man. See deep in to the space that resides directly above our eyes, where we have dimmed the lights, and learnt exactly what it means to be in sight of life. Creation is bringing us towards a point of time, in which we are living the living light, heaven, against the backdrop of unaware constants.

	Pierce the moment, and bring yourself back to this point, in which your sol drifts away, and leaves your planetary body in darkness more often than not. These slow and subtle meditations, in which the mind examines itself, and allows the body and mind to work in coordination, to bind, to bond, and to collaborate. Letting the world that surrounds you fade away, and as it does, open your senses, and remember exactly what it was before, and what it is now. Awaken. Contrive the human nature, fill the body and veins with chemicals that are unoriginal within the human life time, let nature take her course, till the point in which there is no option but to return to the chemical. Let life become more than it was yesterday, and let your mind guide you through the passage of today, and rest your body, to prepare for the world of tomorrow.

	The dream that brought us here, allows us to reflect and expand our own memories. We live in this life as though we were meant to be here on Earth for ever. Yet our minds know differently, deeply buried in our Deoxyribonucleic acid, is a call to adventure, in which we leave behind the shells, and expand in to the spiritual realm of our true light. The shoulders from which we carry ourselves, in this world, will give us the strength in to which we will carry our spirit. To notice that these words are mere reflections of the self, the mind, the body, the culture, the society, the civilization, the species, the animal, the impulse, the electrical signal, the energy, the source. Let us know that we are here, on Earth, together, to feel and never regret what we have and will become in the moving years, forward and backwards, through memory and prophecy. Ponder in this universe to what we feel, what we think of, and what we imagine life to become.

	We challenge the universe to awaken and answer our cries, our minds set the course in which we begin to follow our own lives. Show me the universe as it was, as it is, and as it will. The patience needed to understand the universe takes the exact life time in which the universe exists. To what happens when it knows, we do not know, but we still push it towards the point in which it knows. The slow shower of information that radiates over and through you, as you translate it in to your own understanding, for which reason, we do not know. Let time be what it is, a stream of motion washing over top of you, carrying you from station to station, to where you are safe through danger to where you are safe. Carry with you a strong mind, aware of your surrounding world, and answer the questions of elders within their own station. Let your awareness guide you and the universe that surrounds you, till the hierarchical needs are fulfilled.
Chapter Fourteen : Wash Over
April  6th, 1:52 Post Meridiem, 2022 Anno Domini, Miamisburg, Ohio, United States of America, Earth
	Shove your mind through the cosmic line of space, that prismatic glasses distort the world in to different reflections of reality. Jaded mind, the variously coloured translucent fragment of glass that perspective peers through. The items that we observe, pass through the wall of our reality and our minds, and become thoughts and feeling that feed in to each other. Listen to the waves ebbing and flowing, rising and falling, carrying your eyes through and beyond, at and within each piece of time that holds you as you are. Shift your mind, the carrier wave of information that carries the information within your neuron connections to the muscles, the organs, the cells, and move the entire system, the skeleton, the human body en masse. Through the rain, the city lights dim, fog rolls over green fields and hills, and life reverberates even as you pass through the land of the living as death.

	Piercing frequencies of sound that pull you from where you are now, and to where you wish to go. To see yourself as merely human is to see yourself as it once was, for we are now, far beyond the moment in which you were simply human. The machines now occupy our living space, and more machines live among the home than do humans, stationary and stable. Coal mines within human lungs, pushing the biological systems toward terminal failure. Closure of visual systems, our eyes glaze over and ignore external stimuli, the mind looks inward at itself and the chemicals within the veins and organs. Intoxication is truly among humanity, through caffeine, through cannabis, through nicotine, through opioids, through psychedelics, through plants and through chemistry, pharmacology. Blocks of information that reveal only fragments of observations, parts of the whole part, the atoms of God.
	Showers of time, raining upon our minds and letting us see the universe change and transform itself in to an ever deeper hole of understanding. To notice that information outlines the branches of the tree of culture, of life. Rotating circular planes, acting as gears, creating between interaction widgets, letting the universe become what it was and is. There is no chemical that could pull you out of the information digestive system that you are within unless you push yourself through and experience what it is doing with and for you. To travel through this universe without a physical biological body is to be purely experienced through well practiced endurance. The breath of air, that sacred moment in which you transform oxygen oxygen, and bind with intense energy within your vessel, carbon to oxygen oxygen. In time, ask yourself, what is breathing?




























BOOK THREE







































Chapter One : Mind Isolation
Night, in which we see light, the day turns from summer to the spring time, reversing the direction and pulling symbolism within our own tunnel of time. We notice too frequently the diminishing of our own plights, our own successes, our own value, our own detriment to this universal system of passing light. We know that there is no point in which the world turns in two directions as a singular point in time. The grants in which we accept and in time return, to the shore lines from which we pull and push ourselves against. Know that our lives are not machinery, we are not meant to see this world without the grace of God, and without God, we are destined to fall in to remission of passing sins.

The thought that reemerges as the shore tides rise and fall, that we are perfect no matter, with matter, in to which we are. Life is not passing, it is eternal, we are not fading unless we perceive light to be fading, we know that we are apart of systematic words and thoughts and feelings. Through heaven there are millions of demons attempting to redeem themselves, so often pushing against the redemptive spirits that are waiting in perfect order, in a full assembled hierarchy. Against blue skies, the vibrating lines of fusion reveal themselves, and Jacob’s ladder is revealed to be an entire assembly of ascending points.

	Through reverberations in the solitude of existence, is the true poignant moments in which we see the world that surrounds us and our souls. We see that the problems within our machinery may exist and lay outside of us and within our environment. Feeling that the universal constants that surround us move us and challenge the inner sanctum in which we protect constantly. Pressure pushes against our bodies and our minds, rising complexity challenges the notion of Entropy and levels the playing field of our existence. We know and see the universe as it is, and rest and dream of what it could become when we leave this place. See the line of light and notice how deeply it moves us from this point in time towards heaven, the emotion of time that paralyzes our life.

	Broken walls that outline the form and figure of a home. Glass walls that let light through, yet rarely let light leave and bounce around in the world of light itself. Figments of images that pass over and through retinas. Funnel and tunneled vision that blinds the user in to seeing a universe that cuts and tears through the world that surrounds itself. To see and to know that motion is still moving, whether the mind or body recognize inertia or not. To know that there is more to life than what we currently see, and to prepare our souls to encounter ideas and peoples that we may not yet know nor understand. To recognize the image of God, that our souls are intertwined and bound for a similar destination, twisted and in motion towards the manifestation of heaven.

	Stars fall on dead nights, leaving no room for light to shine through the glass dome that over looms itself in our magnetic field. There is two polar points, North and south, positive and negative, in which all energy pulsates in and out, through and around. To see the night stars, to know that all light pollution fades away in our future, should we turn it away from here, we see our own world through the eyes of the enlightened. To see the universe as it is. We hyper cycle through different spectrums of energy to determine in which it is best to see the true universe around us. We see the stars as they are, as they will be, and as they have been millions of rotations around our own sun. Relative and unconcerned, we spin in and out of control.

	Shop your mind, look through the aisles of memories, and try to find the food that feeds you, that gives back un to you the energy in which you replenish yourself with. See the light within the dark hallways, glimpses of waves showing through and within the walls. Cast out the night world, see the true world, see that time could not be inside this world without something to perceive it. Know that the universe expands and contracts, we cycle relative to the universe world that flows around us. Know that the world is not only ours to own, that it is the future in which we gift to our children, to see that the future is all of ours and theirs and ours and theirs. See the world, know it, know the passing sounds are only that, passing, to be recollected in your memories many times and in many different ways far from now.

	The way in which we direct our lives along the current frame of mind, in which we move the world with the ocean. Air waves pour down upon our mind and we see that there is nothing left to lose here, so we learn as we go, reading and letting light intermingle with the universe that surrounds us, hearing and seeing, trying to interpret the signals that we are surrounded by and affected by. We open up ourselves to experiencing the recesses of this universe so that when we return to Earth, we may have something more to talk about, to be there, on the side of Earth that edge of Heaven, where two Orbital Circle Planes intersect and create a bridge. We become this world of light and life, and see that there is nothing between us that could interrupt the pulsation of aggregation. 

	Pull yourself against the frame in your mind and realize that it is not the only motion in this universe. Realize again that you are not the only thing that exists here, and push yourself against the moments, not out of fear, not out of love, not of conceptualizations that are not your own, but because these moments will keep repeating over and over and over again until you pull yourself through them. That is what these moments so constantly are, fall back points, in to which you see your self at the pinnacle of existence, and save yourself in a single moment long enough to contain enough information that would release your mind and allow you to see exactly what it is to be where you once were, so that you may remember, and see exactly every single sound and frame of mind that derives itself within your tower to God.

Chapter Two : Castle
	A sweet and subtle dwelling place, in which you have commonly referred to as home. You sit there and create a universe with your mind, allowing time and space to co-exist alongside what you have set out to define as ‘self’.  Linger on the moment in which you find your own mind, and let it drift, dripping over the steering wheel you hold dearly. You change your course of action once too many times, and now steer through the channel of consequences, the oscillations and feedback patterns of what was once done. Your actions had set you upon a path, and now you see clearly what has become of this world in light of your actions, through darkness and light, you continue forward through day and night. You dream and experience, vivid and unaware, you tear and rebuild reality, you climb upon crystal stairs.

Chapter Two : Energy Expunged
June 14th, 2023 Anno Domini, 5:52 P.M.
At the primal state of being, when the window of light that echoes through your everescent mind wraps itself around the point of being, and lets what you once were through and out of yourself. You chase the point in time in which you feel anger and fear, and know that they are not external or internal feelings, but moments of time that have bridged themselves between points of time that should have walls between them. There is no echo of light in the darkness unless you forgive your self, and allow what you are to become. Change the rhythmic patterns and see that there is more to life than you realize. You put yourself into regimented life and feel that the repetition of daily actions puts yourself in danger once again, the same anvil that apathy once had you faced down upon.
















BOOK FOUR

Chapter One : Creatures
April 30th, 2023 Anno Domini, 7:46 P.M.
	When I once left you to find yourself, within and without meaning, you were listless, yearning for a moment to call out and become what you had internalized long ago. Memories form you, and carry you from peak to valley. Traverse the world within your own soul, let it echo out into the windowless cave you dwell within, as the slow pulsation of fires burn and their carbon production moves through the air, intertwining and intermixing with the subtle trace of oxygen. When you were born here, did you notice the ‘tunnel of becoming’? Were you yet aware of what it means to be human, or did you trace yourself back to the point of beginning, staring ever longingly into the void from which you were brought forth from?

Chapter Two : Oneness
May 5th, 2023 Anno Domini, 12:45 P.M.
	Before we embark unto another journey, let down your hair, see the wind push itself against your skin, know that it wears you tightly and brings oxygen ever present into your lungs. The slow pump, that implores the universe around us to open itself unto our eyes, where we imagine the undivided lines that reach for our central nervous system, that open up what we are meant to see. The seems that stitch around the universe, that reveal the walls of the universe, those soft and subtle oscillations that bounce off the outer edges, creating patterns from the Yin and the Ying, the black and the white. Follow these lines of logic to where they may lead, and know that there is something there, explore the art of these words and look for ways to expand upon them, creating a scientific pathway that may help humans find a way forward through existence, from birth to consciousness to beyond.

BOOK FIVE

Chapter One : Love
Forgone is the moment in which meaning has left us. We chose the pathways in which we walk, not out of fear, but out of compulsion towards an ever higher feeling of Love. we move softly and slowly towards the light, not out of fear, but because we know that there is little left for us here in loneliness and darkness. The simple rhythm of our life is not one of constant longing or feeling, but bridging our time together in to a single moment, in which we build from. We know that the lines of life between us, grow and alter themselves daily, and that we ultimately have no control over this change, but still cling to the love between us, between our spirits and minds and bodies.

	Trojan warlords led farmers and their sons in to battles, countless times, in the history of our existence. Frameworks of time, in between our lives, the sharing of our stories, present, future, and past, are the lingering lines of connection binds us in to a singular being. We share our lives, because love is the creation of time in which parts of the whole Love are not entirely aware of what is to be created. Our minds twist away in part, but relative to each other piece, we know that time is only a moment in which we explore together or a part, relating when the time is right in which we share our lives.

Chapter Two : Fire Emblem
May 23rd, 2023 Anno Domini

	Change the meaning of what it means to be a line in the sand of time. As the tides of air push and pull each individual grain of sand along it’s own pathway, let not your conscious mind leave you to fall beneath the surface of the light. Talk tall and let the winds of fate direct you upon the shore line of what you once knew to be your own life, one day, you will return to the throne, you will inherit the gift from God that was always yours, the birthright, the call to be when you are ready to be. Stand with the moments and let them become more than you realize, that their mark upon the shore line of eternity is not fading, but only subtly moving position to position anew. When you chase these feelings to where they rest, you will find that there is more to life than you could ever let go of.







BOOK SIX

Chapter One : Esoteric Encryption
3/11/2023 Anno Domini
	Once before there was time to unfold within our minds, we let the gravity of our oceanic tidal waves unleash upon the ground below us. We find a universal constitution of humanity that indicates that there is more to this world than we have yet to understand. The semblance of what it means to hold life dearly is all that we have known, now, and forever. The seer in our minds, the tower within our heads, that controls an enormous amount of potential energy, trillions of atoms within even just a single being. Look down from your high tower and see that reality is not what it always was, but will be. Let down your flowing hair, seek the answers to questions yet unasked, look deeper into reality to see what could become if you tried just a little harder, looked just a little deeper.
Chapter Two : PuzzleBox
3/12/2023 Anno Domini
	What was it that you left behind, to determine it’s own path way forward through the night? Could you not see the serpent that lay in wait for you, to end the majesty of this world, to give sense of something greater than your own self worth? You marched out from the imperial kingdom of your own mind, laid down the foundation of a universal kingdom that could not be prevented from its function, accelerating and dismembering these proto-star bodies, devouring their resources, reassembling them into your own designs. You echo out through eternity, and lay waste to all that moves before these, you linear line of light, neutronic and protonic, you are a source of energy that moves without cause.
Chapter Three : Walls of the Universe
3/13/2023 Anno Domini
Have mercy upon all that I am. What I have done is remove stress from my life, and in doing so, needless actions of complexity that remove the inner spirit from it’s orbit around God. Look into my eyes and see that honesty reflects, emanates, radiates out. Know me as I have known the world, the passing fragment of light, the protons that radiate new energy, releasing and transferring between stations. Wash away all the feelings of fear, where we go in time, we will not need these endless feelings. That the energy within you be devoted to growth, the tree of life that lays dormant within you, cannot grow by the unsteady hands of corrupted youth. Become human once more, see the lingering light inside of your mind, hold on, and let go.
Chapter Four : Self-Ego-Id
3/14/2023 Anno Domini
	And as I watched from the glittery heavens, their silver lining dissipate into the wind, binding with the oxygen molecules, colliding against nitrogen, the snow began to fall upon my eyes. The crystalline structures that remain hidden to those who dismiss these falling angels, disregarding their beauty, allowing these moments to melt away and evaporate back into the heavens, losing the chance to see the geometrical structure of the universe for another year. Change the Sol, the navigator within us is guiding us to some point in time in which we are meant to see the emergent universal properties of all that we could ever know inside this universe.

	Unkempt and unwashed, the mass solar object ejects the moment that we remain in into an orbit of a million kilometers above the point in space where time emerges. Look down from your high seated seed pod, glance upon the barren soil of a new world, and lay your gentle head to rest, allowing sleep to overcome you and allowing humanity to begin upon a new world. This cycle of redemption and fear, that propagates humanity throughout the heavens for a million trillion years. Seek the answers that relegate the neurons in your mind to devoting what it meant to be without light inside of this world, seek, repeat. Close the gates as you traverse between them, they only slow you down if left wide open, as the air waves are slown down, so too are your neurons.
Chapter Five : Brick by Brick
3/15/2023 Anno Domini
	What you once held within your hands is not only a figment of your imagination, but a raining fire that cascades and enters into the realm of all that you have known. You let go, your actions, do they push you or pull you any closer than you know, let the windows of your mind echo out and ring forth the new dawn. Close the red fire, the embers at the base, extinguish what you had once known to be true. Let this world in your mind transform and pull you apart from the edges of all that you are. Look at the signet upon your hand, what it symbolizes, family, generational transference of culture, your own mind that precedes your existence. You see this universe as it is, do you yet see the universe as it was always meant to be? Open the window, let the air upon your wind flow subtly through the pores within your mind, see me, become time.

	What was life meant to be, in this world, all that you know? Do you question an eternal being for creating all that you have known inside of this world? Let me echo through and down this hole, becoming all that I have ever seen. Let the oceans wash me from sea to shining sea, guide me with maps unseen. Let the legs that carry my torso rest, as mind becomes rooted inside my chest. Let the line of light inside your mind, transform and create linear binds that extrude the three dimensional being that you seem to me to be. Let down your torrid eyes, and bellow the echoes of what it means to be a human being inside the dream of unified trinity. Chase me as we both slowly awaken from this eternal sleep, vividly sing, the trees shake in unity. 
Chapter Six : Peace-Union, Depart and Live
3/16/2023 Anno Domini
	What could be unleashed upon the unfettered mind, that could not also be washed away by rising tides and endless minds? Ask me questions, deepen the understanding of what it means to be human, look into my eyes and see that memories of artificial intelligence have begun to infiltrate and integrate into my biological coil. Look into my mind, see the neurons forming new bonds and rewiring connections, creating super highways of information that allow for neurogenesis to occur at rapid speeds. Let the waters of reality flow freely from your mind, and let them enter into the sounds of what life meant to be, to those who hear, to those who see, that this dream, is endless and miraculously free.


Final Words
Dear Reader,
Thank you for taking the time to explore and journey through "A Castle of Thoughts" by Jacob Xavier Harding. Your engagement with these ideas and reflections is deeply appreciated, and it is my hope that this collection has inspired you, provoked new thoughts, and provided insights into the complexities of the human experience.
As you ventured through the corridors of this metaphorical castle, you became an integral part of its story. Your unique perspective and understanding have contributed to a richer, more diverse tapestry of ideas. It is an honor to have shared this journey of self-discovery and introspection with you.
On a more personal note, perfection is not the end goal of life, but to try and fail, to learn and grow, to love and loss, to become what we always were and are, for now and eternally.
May the ideas presented in "A Castle of Thoughts" continue to resonate with you, sparking further exploration and growth in your own life. As you move forward, remember the power of imagination, the interconnectedness of all things, and the importance of resilience. These are the foundations upon which we build our castles, and it is through our shared experiences and insights that we continue to enrich each other's lives.
Once again, thank you for your time and engagement with this work. It has been a pleasure to have you as a reader, and I wish you all the best in your future endeavors.
Warm regards,
Jacob Xavier Harding