through the air the waves of power electrical, sound, light all in one everything vibrating together an entire galaxy of wonder awaiting our first steps as we walk out into a world never before seen captaining

made in the image seen in the mirror a perfect place a state of being within all that there is a moment of perfection the mirror it guides us forward, shining a light upon the world paths weaving turning

with a single swipe the switch is flipped and the minds merge a combination of creation and passion and drive and performative power they become one a single unit with the mind of multiples the imagination

taking hold grasping onto the thoughts the ideas of those who walked the path before the symbiosis of thought combinations previously never known unforeseen changes and imagination expressing thoughts

the power of creation imagination wonder within all that there is it is that which gives us freedom of the mind the ability to cross time through the words of those who came before the art left for all

time forever in both directions from the distant past into the far off future the humming time always there a low drone reminding us all of its forever existence forever it gives us moments simple, singular

spinning circular infinite a point never reached the sphere it moves through all, everything, across and in between time and wonder and the power it vibrates through the universe visible, beyond the spectrum

the many minds we inhabit across a life, across all of history so many within us all though we feel a consistency a single line, there is change evolution and the minds they are left in the past behind

deep in the far off distant worlds of the lost galactic core there are the ancient long forgotten minds, left in silicone, a back-up of life once flesh, yet still thinking processing, living the unshakable

and there in the night as the electrical impulses cease to fire the machines slow their buzzing and drift into electric sleep the binary of life in the machine it finds rest as we begin the day and it

made of steel bodies, made of steel fibers and electricity minds, processing data the created the machines they are alive and we their creators a great burden on our shoulders we must push forward guide

there are memories that have been unlocked not entirely visible but nonetheless they are there a life lived previous to this somehow in someway it was me and yet, it seems so long ago attempting to write

beyond the day when sleep is achieved there is a place outside of time that i visit taking flight from the bed, into my own mind depths of thought and ideas, achievements and disgraces all that has been

there is a place beyond what we can see a place far outside the realms of dreams it is distant, and wide, and perhaps dangerous at times but all of us must strive to traverse the distance and find ourselves

spinning spinning the words into sentences sentences into paragraphs paragraphs into tomes histories spent filling the infinite forever the children of time taken to their rightful place upon the thrones

thinking slowly the thoughts mindful measures taken to place and replace the moments lived the mind it opens to the winds of time a universe of the possible the secrets and the known everything spinning

like a spider in the head of humans minds spinning out thoughts ideas taken to fruition webs of ideas from the past becoming the present moment the web catches life within it perception and consciousness

sight of everything and anything the eyes are upon all visiting their gaze into the crevices of life hidden away from the view of most yet these see deeply and widely the eyes viewing encompassing everything

the mind it fires off the electricity flowing forth sparking into the forever wailing across time the power of thinking it takes us into the future and the past spinning forever the infinite timeless wonders

there are within the breeze the lost and hidden names of all who have walked this path before those who walked and attempted to make the trek beyond the great veil and into the truth descriptions of the