White moon

[Guest guest]

The moon is shining bright tonight,

reflecting in the waters of the bay.

As every seagull rests,

returned from sea

I hit the key.

 

At this frozen point in space

Time does not exist

Nothing moves

 

Out of sight

in the cacophony of highs and lows

these words in the current flows,

through air, below the sea

a switch conducted anarchy.

 

So I say,

How can I prevent

the creation of an event

Will the lack of rites

expand to megabytes.

 

Unless I pray,

May you please just disconnect

 

Ignore the concept,

hidden in the pits

of these dual bits.

 

And be still

under the moon tonight,

till nothing moves.

 

 

Alan

[Guest guest]

It reminds me that all matter and thought are merely bits of

information...and that a large enough computer could run the universe

as if it were a simulation...just churning out those vectors of

data...a multiverse of strings humming in harmonic

agitation...sympathetic oscillations of some unseen programmer...

Recent thoughts in Quantum Physics suggest that we may exist in

multiple diminsions...maybe 12, maybe 36 maybe more...and that there

are these very long strings of subatomic information that actually

generate the reality of the universe...one physicist has suggested

that there may be only one true particle in the universe...moving

everywhere at once (or very, very fast indeed) so that like the

spokes of a bicyle wheel that spin so fast that our eyes see the

wheel as a solid object, and in fact, if we try to poke our finger

through the wheel, it feels solid, too, this particle traverses the

universe creating the illusion of solid matter, different objects and

opposing forces...

Funny...

The concept of being one unified particle seems

somehow vaguely familiar, doesn't it?

Now, just so long as that programmer does not spill cosmic coffee on

that cosmic computer, we are all OK.

Maybe?

Namaste

Zenbob