A Bridge of Tunnels…

83“The lonely mountains o’re,
And the resounding shore,
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale
Edg’d with poplar pale,
The parting Genius is with sighing sent,
With flowre-inwov’n tresses torn
The Nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.” By John Milton

The soft sounds of wind—pushing pine needles ‘cross autumn’s forest floor—and peace after snow’s midnight fall. If impulse is response then decision is evolution—maybe? In 1610— Johannes Kepler chanced a walk across the great Charles Bridge in Prague and as snow fall begin to catch on his coat–he brushed away six-sided flakes from the cloth covering his arms. Catching more of these flakes he saw that they were all six-sided—and he marveled at the convenience of this discovery and the very perspicacious brain and extraordinary curiosity of the human mind—quantified within the quality of spiritual being. Magically—birds transform the air they breathe—into surprisingly sweet songs…

Beneath surface and far below Segment Star—two and one half billion souls live and work and suffer and die and love and hate—along with sunless days and nights of starlight gone or both forgotten and remembered—when mind switches between laminated illumination and blind stir slips between neon’s shine and semi-sweet chocolate—darkness. Where light is saturated creamy greys and night is thick swirls of vanilla—warmth with blended shadow shakes… Machine 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. From twins of two the power of life sparks 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…

Young And Beautiful – Lana Del Rey

20 comments on “A Bridge of Tunnels…

  1. 23 dec. 2013
    Witches of Creation…

    „This time we go sublime
    Lovers entwine-divine divine
    Love is danger, love is pleasure
    Love is pure-the only treasure”

    „De data aceasta vom merge sublim
    Lovers divin imbina-divine
    Dragostea este un pericol, dragostea este plăcerea
    Dragostea este pur singura comoara”

    Sublime! Bring remarkable artistic emotions. Thank you.

    Sublim! Încântare şi emoţii artistice deosebite. Mulţumesc.

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