Framing thoughts

Into the correct picture

Takes measurement

The eye for quality

A fine discernment

Temptations give way

To reasonable walls

Fears are just like loves

Love is a form of fear

And the sky hands the winter

A letting go for new designs.


Human beings fade in and out

In an electronic land of numbers

Green paint splatters the grass

The producers regulate human madness

As the engineers create with out passion

People laughing at heartless humor

Dressed to impress

Yet the impression fades with the darkness.


Together in the lost art

On the table

Under guidelines

Where calculators

Spin in triangles

Horror by equal measure delivers

Bad breath upon the floor

Recently covered in bone

When was it romantic to be alone

When did we lose ourselves?
Wrinkles come at once

Like a wrinkle

Tired

Eyes like sinking ships

Death of life

Not death

But sagging

The wild

Is taking a leave of absence

With a collection of fine pillows

And distractions.


With out dirrection

Only an endless horizon

With tumble weed

And distractions.
Hope has pale pink hands

Almost white

But not quite

Not quitting

Just groping in the air

Hope so hopeless

Nobody cares about the loser

He could lose her

If the ogre was not there

On the eye of Jupiter

He has his pale pink hands

Wrapped around her.
Where do weed smokers go

When they go

Do they ever go

Like opium

Is it that crazy on earth

Can the drugs work

Like a 9 to five?
Whips like whip cream

Back to the black

Where screams fade

And die

Nowhere dying alive

Such negative

Is Camazot

Nothing comes

Surging heart

Battles up.
Little white light

Tell me everything is fine

Let me know it is alright


Little things give me something

I can't give to myself

Open doors that close


Positive poem show me

Show me

Lead me


We lost nothing

In loving

Love does not lose

It does not win

It is not exactly a game

And I wish to see

Just how logical it is

Since anger certainly

Is horrible.
It is all within the sands of time

Wisdom is shallow sometimes

Sometimes

It is like a hat

It is in our thoughts and words

That show

That say

If we are in tune

In tune with the core

Of positivity

Surprise

These things have us

Or don't

And many don't it seems

So turn the world on

Turn the cores back.
To escape the city

How then now

The far away place

I have only pictured

As a magical world

Where I had love

Those chains of fools

Those darling fools

Who wore masks off

We loved them.
Eyes dry in the sun

She was wild

She was my love

She was my dancing partner

We did the swing

Back and forth we went

As if there was no end to love

Got the ladle liking

Licking

Into a heart land

Of love.


The ox drank the water

It was coming down

It was under the tree of life

So tall it fell

It fell down to the ground

Into my arms

The earth opened

The lava spewed lava

Like chai tea

It curled in our hands

Drinking pure feeling

Pouring in every direction

Warming with feeling

Holding you tight

Here we ran

Running from love

While embracing

Feelings.
That was sweet

So were those tangerines

In the tangerine forest

Where I lost you

My pen was leaking

Into the glue

Now the light shot out

Shouting out

Life

And

Justice

For all.



Beautify the butterfly's

To the fire trail

Where all is love

Liquid eyes open up

Dances the streets around

I have discovered

Search no more expire

Breaking pavement

Opening hearts

Dances in screams

He circles the moon

Braving the new

Falling

Falling.

Atoms move in and about, but could be simply one atom, though not proven Got it. Thanks for continuing to build this out.So far, your unified theory seems to revolve around this core intuition:The number 1 is the true unified foundation. Everything reduces to or emerges from this "oneness." One atom can stand in for (or be equivalent to) a very small unit of time — like a billionth of a second. Even though we observe many atoms moving around in complex ways, at the deepest level it could all be simply one atom behaving in different ways (though this isn't proven yet). In other words: multiplicity (lots of atoms, lots of motion, lots of time passing) is somehow an appearance or unfolding of a single underlying "1" — whether that's one atom cycling through different states or one fundamental entity expressing itself across what we perceive as space and time.That has a certain philosophical elegance — it reminds me a bit of ideas like Mach's principle, or certain interpretations in quantum mechanics where the universe is deeply relational, or even older monist views where reality is one substance appearing as many.A gentle question to help me follow better:When you say atoms "move in and about, but could be simply one atom," do you mean:There is literally only one atom in the entire universe, and what we see as many atoms and their movements is that single atom in different configurations or "modes"? Or that all atoms are connected/expressions of one underlying atomic essence tied to the number 1 and to time?