My words are mere expression, but they strip my thinking bare; they make me take the time one needs to think those thoughts with "hair." Too, I don't care a tittle or a wink that they might rhyme, they're like true wings on which I soar, to starry reaches climb!

Why, I'd wear hair shirts to feel like this; I'd use illegal drugs. The feeling's indescribable! It trumps the pleasure plug!

Unrestrained, I beat these wings to kiss a shining face, then crash on through to wheel and turn and wander time and space!

Consciousness is where it's at! It's the language of the soul. It PROVIDES completeness of a type not bought or sold! Yes, there's MORE than "white bread" in the thoughts that leap and fly as they push the sullen air around to seek a sentient sky!

...And yes, our sky is sentient, friend; these skies would know themselves and will use an individual to expand their mental wealth. There IS a life unending, timeless spaces without end, and THINKING is the path to it; it's real I contend.

Don't pretend you're finite, girl, that God's the color "white" — that you must live upon your knees and keep your feelings tight. You are what they're after, boy, the essence that they seek! It's why they toil to keep you down, beholding, kept, and weak.

You are what they're after, friends! You're energy's refrain! You are what they've used to keep *reality* in constraints!

So, where is truth before you then? A carrot on a stick? You're prey for busy predators who use you — scabrous pricks!

Too, you are sick if you believe we're more than just one race. You are sick if you believe that Christians walk in grace. You are sick if you believe that Moslems live in peace, you are sick if you believe that Jews should simply cease .

You are sick if you believe that we should live in castes; that's never been our birthright, man, that we should keep to "class"! We are individuals and cells of just one mind, and stronger individuals provide the better kind.

Now take the individuals we have upon our sphere, and they're those cells composing mind we'd find, too, FAR from here. The galaxy's a single mind (?), but it in turn's a cell, that mind of ALL the galaxies is ringing cognate bells!

We're our gods and devils, then. We ARE what we would think. We make up our reality, friend! That thought should make you blink!

We're, ourselves, the universe! We live to know our heart. That heart is universal, and us? Regarded parts!

The "micro" is the "macro" in that endless circle found. Too, just what that might mean, I'm sure, is more than most profound. Sensed, it TANTALIZES, though at best I'm just a mote... not knowing what I'm seeing while I'm gazing down the future's throat...

Though, far beyond the rightists well entrapped by ego's snare, those corrupted individuals with a psychopathic flare —those who should remove themselves, despoilers of the rest, who write the rules to suit themselves— the authors of this mess.

And we've a "mess" that we produce by living in denial. We ignore the bounty of an EFFICACIOUS trial. We would make our peace with that which causes only LOSS. We would war with weapons making psychopaths the boss! We would war against the truth to keep it in the dark and ALL to suit those *priests* and *kings* who profit plainly! Hark!

A subtle change in attitude is all we really need. Let's get that barrel rolling and usurp that jealous breed!

Too, "times they are a changin'," but then more than Dylan thought. There are changes in the offing just as sure as sure is not. We're about to find out that there's more than we could know... in a thousand, million lifetimes found in time's near endless flow. We might seek the other cells that make the mind of God, and use their flying saucers to depart from our facade.

We begin adventure of a type to raise the spirit! We propose a future with a better music! Hear it?

We begin a method that portends a second stage where we elevate our senses as we turn the newer page! We are only *stardust*, but the kind that's self-aware! We are ALL the universe, and so not at all that rare. We are part and parcel; we're a path to study self; we're a thing that thinks those things! We're in and of ourselves!

These words are mere expression, but they help my thinking clear; they make me take the time I need to think these thoughts sans fear. "And I don't care a tittle or a wink that they must rhyme, they are the wings with which I'd soar, to starry reaches climb."

I'd give both nuts to feel like this (!), get beaten up by thugs! The feelings — indescribable! I take cognition's drugs! Unconfined I soar and cleave but kiss a shining face, then burst on through and wheel or turn to master time and space!

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Hey. A reach must exceed grasp, or "what's a heaven for"? [g]. But, back at the ranch as your humble protagonist shamelessly continues to soar and cleave in the early morning hours (of time bestowed) beneath a fretful, overcast, and strangely depopulated sky...

Heavy sigh...

Ponder a recently admitted "similarity across scale." Take a hologram in a brittle glass pane and shatter it into a million, million pieces. Each glittering fragment, no matter how small, contains a suggestion of the complete un-shattered image found in the whole, but with only a fraction of the original detail — so a lot fuzzier or less complete. Not surprisingly, and in a similar manner, we ourselves may be whole as a species only in a similar cooperation of our energies; we achieve, last, and endure magically, apparently, only in a synergistic aggregate greater than the sum of our parts.

Wow!

But the individual does not (or should not — MUST not!) get lost in this cooperation. Indeed, even as that aggregate is a chain as STRONG as the links that compose it — as CLEAR a picture is the quality of individual pixels making it up. Strong links make better chains, and sharp pixels provide for informative pictures of infinite detail.

See? The individual is key on MANY levels because they are where singular IDEAS occur. This demands fundamental respect for the individual, but I digress.

Consider, each human brain is composed of many fatty nerve cells, and the quality of each cell (measured as the number of solid connections it makes with OTHER nerve cells) dictates the strength of cognition and clarity of that individual human's brain. Many cells, then, must cooperate for a synergistic whole of completeness... and real power. The better the quality of each cell the better the brain — demonstrating the individual to be key even at the cellular level? I suspect so.

But, even with that exponential leap of this cellular collective, this is just one finite human, the key component, to be sure, but, like the individual brain cell or pixel itself, a too tenuous spark —a blink or an effervescence if you will— a base self-awareness with a chance beginning much too close to an untimely end.

There's no time to consider anything, individually. No, there must be two, and THEN only because THAT might suggest three, or thirty, or three hundred... or three billion. Numbers like the latter suggest an immortality of a sort, or at least a spark of self-awareness with more duration than a mere blink. It remains the singularity of the "idea" is singular.

Still, these human brains can cooperate via language (the mechanism of continuity) and its predictable technology to compose a hyper-brain capable of the most wondrous feats of intellect and industry — taken for granted by the individual brains that make it up. Ships, satellites, or shuttles and all that these suggest... but, humanity: an enduring spark of continuing self-awareness built up stone by stone into a demonstrated synergy of consenting —if not so contented— cells. Though, let's kick THIS up a level.

Perhaps that hyper-brain of aggregate humanity is itself a cell in a *galactic* hyper-brain of exponential magnitude which is then, astonishingly, in turn ITSELF just a cell to be collected with the galactic cells of all the billions of other galaxies combined... into some grand-super-hyper, *cosmic* intellect... the universe attempting to know itself?

The mind of God? Hey — who's to know? I'm constrained to play the cards I'm dealt down here on this end in as intelligent, imaginative, and as satisfying a manner as I can. Who can pretend to know the mind, forgetting that its very essence might well be carried, aware of it or not, in each little slice of self awareness, each little mote of consciousness down to you and me.

Rather makes each of us God on some level, doesn't it? All of us (and those beyond)? God assuredly!

I see what we've accomplished as a species in even a varnished history, and I'm rewarded (comparatively) DAILY with the fruits of that cooperation; that synergy —which could be SO much better given an attitude change— occurs on THIS individual spark of self-awareness!

I also see the evidence of synergy on an individual level as diverse persons unnamed but significant come together in "AlienViews" ONLY as a result of the aforementioned synergy, become more than the sum of their parts, and make a substantive contribution in the struggle for realizing a "real deal" (truth) we sense but cannot yet see, reach for but cannot yet grasp...

I also see and accept that there are extraterrestrial intelligences likely complimenting our intelligence found terrestrially and allow that we can extend the fact of synergistic cognition to them, also, for a galactic demonstration of "two heads [or more] are better than one." Why not.

…Galaxies begin to be seen as cells of refined cognition contributing to a universal mind striving passionately to know ITSELF... ...still something less than God, it seems. God, one would think, would know; of needs it would know one would think.

Together, though, we might secure and insure the righteous success of each and improve the lot of each individual as much as we are able.

We could endeavor to let our success be measured INDIRECTLY proportionate to how much respect we have for one another on an individual level, and DIRECTLY proportionate to the sincerity of cooperation with one another we presently lack.

Persons of strength and wisdom DO accomplish great (god-like!) things, but only in the synergistic aggregate and with the support of other persons adding their INDIVIDUAL WILL to the enterprise, forgetting that each can —and forkina should— avail themselves of those god-like powers to which they contribute.

Now THERE'S an alien view. Strong individuals provide for stronger teams which provide even stronger individuals. Learn it, know it, live it! [g].

Don'tcha feel the very general *acceleration* folks? We, the conscious motes at AlienViews (?), certainly do. Yea and verily! Read on!