The life I lead is all I need, so I am not needy, which is my definition of freedom. Yet at the bottom of a well far below, a person sits and sits with a finger pointing for something. Wondering is this machine creating mass inhumanity or not? You decide!


 


















I got the burn net in the mood and then music suddenly went fast tempo with the rest of her

 











Begin again.







Why the lust for power in the 21st century?







Do you believe that our government can hold? No. It lost that ability. Entropy seems to be eating it.



 















Saying yes is harder then saying no.



 














Puzzles are fun. Moran's don't. Moral dictators annoy.



 







Still true. He is a Jew. I am now a cynic, but also a romantic. If I was not a romantic also I would become a fatalist eventually. There has always been and will always be wonders and miracles in this universe. This does not mean to get your hopes high for no good reason.


 







We need to focus more on that wiggly spot in our chest.



 


In my better world there is no massive inequality no matter what your rank and statis is.


 

Are we a nice people?


 



Two minutes ago I saved a lost blind man. It was my civic responsibility to do so.



 




What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.