Peace collecting now

Picture made me

Hearing the wind

And a glass cracks in half

Blown fast

Picture me running free

Doing as I choose

Magically

Kingdom of love..

yea, right on

Oh have faith fine sir light of the world, good is on its way like cake, absurdly sublime, many good times so callu calla enjoy your days, be wise and shine, you do, break those blues, out weird spot with tidal smile detergerent for the smelly stuff!


We live in the age of brevity and wit and not the age of bulky novels.


Leslie Perry (thanks)

Your poem made me very happy.

Rabbit hole so evil..

never what a hole would seem

Sweet spot of a dream

Yet wretched shapes of being

Gnash their teeth

Sometimes scream

To distort the picture on the cave

Walls

With creepy paintings of

Zombies

The doors remain hidden

Hardly a dream at all

A computer hides behind the

Wall

You return to sanity

As the clock is ticking

Madly

Mad watch smashed hard

And flowers freeze in showers

Mad

It was far away

Formula one came

A flying car

Just for fun

Bees make flowers

Fruit dripping juice

Love this good life

Do.

What to say on this wonderful day?

It looks as if people are getting wild

A whole new zoo spirit is on the news

The zoo is exploding with life

Sudden the sloth enters the room

And gets busy doing major mental work

Nothing is making sense accept

The many types of food on the Menu

The wicked is not so apparent now

Even when a crisis hits

There is no bleeding cow

You can all feel secure as you log on

Then log off for the melody of love

The sweet cherry

Time is like a tooth being knocked out

Twist your body

Twist and shout.

Nobody says a thing about what seems unfixable,

The mood on major streets can suggest a type of horror, and people try to not notice.  I wish I understood this better, but it is beyond me.  It is like an urban flu that sits there day after day.  The resteruant is the place to find freedom from this impossible horror.   Thousands of dollars down the digestive track, eh?

Say Yo America: "The Constitution" the living document, THIS IS YOUR LIFE!

1860 TO THE PRESENT!

A STORY TOLD BY MARK GUTTMAN

ON THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN EXPERIMENT

THESE WORDS WRITTEN DOWN

TO CHANGE OUR IDEA OF GOVERNMENT AND LIFE

THE ONE AND ONLY

THE AMERICAN CONSTITUTION

WE BEGIN RIGHT BEFORE THE CIVIL WAR.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LAND FAR AWAY...

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?