the mind of the machine opening itself to exploration as if in flight exploring and crossing the mind information like landscapes brought to new heights locking into a new location a pile of data, a

creativity it builds somewhere within somewhere in the darkness of consciousness bubbling to the surface and from the random thoughts of everything and nothing slowly a singular piece of information begins

in the night sky the light of distant places slowly, but constantly traveling reaching us and from them we find form, tracing the shapes faces begin to appear our mind taking us to places and finding faces

it is shining a line of light bending, curving but always returning to its path its destination and we behind always chasing, following but never able to reach the origin the goal splitting into individual

within all of us there is an ecosystem an entire world of thoughts living, dead, with branches like trees or rivers, stretching far into our pasts, through our presents and off into our futures somewhere

it sits there motionless metallic processing all but from the outside doing nothing speaking numerically we cannot understand the long past a history forgotten is somehow marked within its metal mind who

taking flight away from the thoughts the thoughts of a day of time itself and into the world of sleep dreams taken to heights flights of fancy and exploration of worlds distant in waking but yet so close

there the thing sitting to be seen by all and at the sight I sigh the monotony banality of it, such repetition a lack of surprise the beauty long gone, when taken by the others rivals, competition lacking

the images the thoughts the visions seen across time come swirling in inwards, spirals filled with an entire life the worlds once known, long forgotten, serene, alone, they are there as well, and the mind,

within there deep somewhere in the mind there are colors beyond colors a vision beyond sight and ideas, words, thoughts, the makings of reality that cannot exist here in the world an entire dimension a

a trip taken years, decades amongst the cold, frozen bodies, suddenly awoken by a lone voice echoing in the dark a cry of humanity awakened, a life beginning to fill our veins once more a journey to the

from somewhere far above there is a sudden jolt and a sound shaking, bending the earth and us on it, and a light, it seems to grow slowly at first, a dot in the distance, it is approaching and as it does,

factories miles in line all engaged in the research of building a mind the first to achieve the secret of thought will unlock a power by all sought the artifices of wires no different than flesh, consciousness

within a life long, well lived there may be times of less or more but always finding a win is not always simple, easy, but it is always there, everything in due time will come if doors remain open, always

in the winter the long seemingly infinite winter the cold winds blown in from distances so vast, we have yet to travel them and the ice, building upon itself layers and layers of years and years evidence

it is there awaiting us always one step away a single moment before the present becomes the past and we move into the future assisting it, bringing it to us, bending the rules, and finding ourselves further,

the mind it melds knowledge and images the ghastly the wondrous the banal everything the magic of the mind there is power electrical biological and wondrous neural networks of synapses firing and yet somehow

it didn't exist before the colors slapped onto canvas spinning together, bending into something infinitely complex and deep in message, meaning or perhaps not at all, perfection painted in a few moments

looking up there above me above us all far off perhaps beyond the sky to places never before traveled by human kind, there it is obvious, no longer hiding, a face larger than mountains, the size of seas,

to be to be here in this moment a singular second less than that deep deep into thoughts once lost far off in the mind released from their prison to find my self, and wrap around it taking it deep into