We meet again.

Why do people trust me when I write poetry? That is for people who assume that poetry is an expression of insanity. In reality a hard to write poem is one if the most brainy things to write.

What I think about abortion is not important. We have a new law of the land and that is what we will live with. It is not up to the world to agree with me if I think women have the right to choose. It is a controversial subject even if it doesn't seem like that for some people, especially those women who aren't down with this. I am not down with this either. Yet I can accept that now for the time being it is the law.

Here is an example of time: 1 day or 24 hours is infinite hours in both directions. But the odds improve in 48 hours for the 24 of causal things to occur. But the Double arrow of time could effect these also. Therefore time remains strange or twilight zone.

All around me are fixed gaze people going deep going deeper, its a black hole white hole screen and it's getting colder, even bolder, there is a reason to fear as the brains are lost and trembling, that sleep won't do the trick as the system is set for failing.

Blue Print for a Better World; Costume Improv Near Busy Streets: This could be a fantastic way to bring art and joy to everyday life. Street performances can capture people's attention and make art accessible to everyone, fostering a sense of community and cultural appreciation. Finnish Model of Education: The Finnish education system is renowned for its emphasis on holistic development, less standardized testing, and more teacher autonomy. Implementing similar practices can help create a more nurturing and effective educational environment for children. Books, Pen and Paper, Free Time from Screens: Encouraging people to disconnect from screens and engage in reading, writing, and other offline activities can enhance creativity, reduce stress, and improve overall well-being.

How is the AI revolution for me? Obviously humans are often too stupid these days. If we can't use AI then it is largely a wasted technology.

A world fraught with trials, so weary and confined, Left behind for moments where the heart can unwind. In this realm of dreams, where burdens are light, I lose myself, in an endless flight. Yet, within the wonder, a yearning does arise, For a beauty transcending what mere dreams can comprise. Though these visions are sweet, they whisper of more, A longing for treasures beyond this dream's shore. Palm trees sway under a sky of twilight blue, Stars glimmering like diamonds, in night’s silent dew. Golden sands stretch where gentle waves reside, An ocean of dreams where my heart can hide. In this land of wonder, I yearn for a place, A secret haven, where dreams interlace. A cottage by the sea, with windows wide, Where reality and dreams forever collide. From cobblestone streets of Portland's old town, To the lighthouse beacons, casting shadows down. Sea salt in the air, and the call of distant ships, A harbor of dreams, where my longing dips.

If you want to be fragile and weak then fear the ultra male with big balls and laser guns. This could be Lord Strong Meat who is learning within his cave of wisdom.

Your new world order!

The next four years should offer more sunshine and love, and less politics of abuse and fragility.

I suggest more trade schools or something like that to deal with the mind rot at the universities.

Thanks to me there are not a lot of conspiracy theories here, because I know better.

If people expect a lot from me then I will only bum them out, because being perfect is very difficult, while being a robot now a days is easy.

One way is to see man made time as acceptably real. That time by my physics math is also acceptably real. This could create two lines on a graph or other form of analysis in measuring time in a new way.

in my search for a better world I do combat with hairy creatures that wander from their smelly, stinky swamps that are also beautiful with exotic palm trees and ferns. The way to hell isn't so bad after all. Plus there is a mystery that is crawling on the walls. I wish you could see all the bullet holes and cracks.

I am going to continue with this, but will be navigating torwards more fiction writing, especially stories. There might be less posts and less politics.