Mostly

Say something Smarco:

I don't know

If my thoughts on blackholes were there I still don't know why?

I don't know why this created any doubts about the reality around me, but it did.

I suppose it is very confounding to see an image of a moving black hole.
I definitely find it thought provoking. Something so strange, yet there it is. Can it exist, and I can see that it does. So then can that mean the same about the matter or material I see all the time? I have been into optical illusions and stuff like how the eye works so that made some sense. In different mental states and different environmental conditions visual variations are astonishing. I did my best to make sense of that right after seeing a super nova from my back porch. I can say also after watching many Hubble and science films that we are not in a dull place or ordinary one, and for that I am eternally grateful.

QUESTION?

How addictive is the internet?

Combined with the question:

Does technology especially the internet have a high rate of negative or potential negatives that is serious?

How can you measure this?

Areas of interest alive in 2015

Berkeley California (UC) and Stanford Univesity.

Lying and manipulation, especially from the news.

My: "Better World Project" which is generalized for now.

Arts Education

Objectivity and ethics in thinking

Cooperation and being friendly

Alternatives to street protest

Mental Illness facts is urgent!

Access to reliable facts is urgent!

Learning greater love of humanity is urgent!

Now lets see what I am able to do.

What kind of new year.

With much to explore

The bells ringing

Yet nobody hears a thing

These are past Christmas Bells

To remember times of laughter

Our lives not lost in chatter chatter

A better world now

Spin the wheel

The fire wheels

Joy for the world

Rejoice.

The sense

Of a great a city

Breaks in my mind

As wishful thinking

People caught in a web

A death march of today

Playing graveyard songs

Play

Play me a love song

The idea of a heart

In a nice place

Impossible thoughts for raising dead

For forgoten places

Flooded

It seems the dream is gone

The band plays along

Rachmaninoff for nothing

Dust falls on high tower

You hear the bells

Attached to breasts nipples

Holy holy

A possibility

So Smarco what do you think fiction is about..

I know I will be doing a lot more writing, so writing should feel a bit endless. Even now I doubt anyone could read everything I have written. I bet you would eventually give up. I am not sure you could deal with how many facets my work has and the ambiguity and word play. Nah, too odd and uncommon at thousands of pages. Trust me your head might feel like it went through a blender.