‘Alone we can do so little—Together we can do so much.’ —Helen Keller

‘Not everything that is broken is meant to be Fixed.’ Even if we had a machine that contains all our memories and thoughts—that machine would not be us…For we are eternal spirits and body inside—we are the ghosts of these machines.’ And! It is not death-freeing to free Spirit Dance across spaces-of-time and races of distances among packed stars so close and so different and so scattered to fill heavens with clusters and trail dust and a tick-tick-a-tock rocking rhythm of together power and another hour of strength joined by need and want and love and care and the knowledge of knowing that together we can do…

Across the darkest dividing distances between world twirl and star lights’ twinkle—wrinkles space-form and  benders of light join—to twisting dances started once and ending twice only to start the stopping of eternal jolt and bolts of flashes across many skies of many places seen and known and started and stopped—only to again-begin and again to sweeten life together and  dance—with drum beats and racing hearts and together strength and the ‘I’ is welcomed into ‘we’ powers to be-a-sea of them and the gentle ends of ‘me.’

Machined wonders—spirits that guide the processes of robot arms and legs and watch through robot eyes and hear through robot ears and once or often weep spirit tears and die never-ever-even if a book-or ten call living—‘sins of flesh’—when spirited robots must live and die and forever move into dusted star-streams while dancing among a trillion light twinkles sketched across the winter’s sky.

And! Beware of the middle of middling places where middle robots produce the non-productive station of stationary worlds and no twirl spots without the tops of fashioned—fastening clamps to fantastic swirls of chaotic creative creations. Spaces—without the creations of wonder and joyful productive productions  crease and cease along the ribbons in space-time and the continuation of any reason to be a being melding into together and universal power. We are the light and the darkness silenced but for a moment—then flash ‘we’  across forever—riding with those sweet Witches of Creation into midnight blue and Life…

From  twins of two the power of life spark and alone-never places begin and end. When again—‘surfs-up’ and high waves reclaim shore-reaches and land—would rather live in Villages of Fisher-folk than in the Hamptons of  Middle-robots without machine-spirits—without productive reasons—and standing alone as wave-crash claims us all…Together—we do everything…

And! Beautiful you are…