The Steady Work of Freewriting: Flow, Focus, and the Future of Thought

Open Skies and Working Passengers

All of a sudden, at any moment in time,the skies can open up and the wind can change—and you just have to be ready,open, and jump onboard.

Not as stowaway,but a working passenger,ready to do their partto get somewhere new and unknown.

To build new memories,use new synapses,to create and destroy,to live and die.

The Joy of the Pen

While I’ve no thought for what to writeor appetite to think,there is such joy in holding a penand letting it run across the page—like a brisk run in the morning,an old friend.

There is nothing I would enjoy more.Casting line, reeling in, breathing.Easy and loose, forgetting time—the words on the page become fuzzy,are of no importance,just drifting in the ink,losing myself for a moment to awein the beautiful simplicity of handwriting,letting my mind dance through my body.

And in that moment—or this one—there is only the movement from one to the next.For all is an abstraction.

Form, Feeling, and Focus

Yet if we do not pay attention to the quality,all would have been for naught.And striving for more than just a feeling or emotion—or should it be let go raw and uncontrolled?

That is fine—but make it at least so I can read it easily.And I’m sure that is good enough.

Keep going.It’s all right there at your chest—you can feel it.The energy shows in your writingand is palpable.

But what of it?What of it.

The Practice Rules

The practice rules.It is a steady one.You keep the pen movingand the breath—and then keep those letters and wordsspilling onto the page.

Don’t slow.Bring body into it,to sustain the speed and parsing.Put on glasses, bring in another layer of focus,of crisp vision—which does indeed transfer the effortfrom somewhere in the stomachto a higher level.

But the action still lives within the body,and there is some separation from mindonce the collection mechanisms are put into place.

And you sit here,letting words fall out—and before you know it,you’ve been visiting other worlds,far off, mining your subconscious,swimming through the layers,changing the channels.

Writing as Offering

Streams of input are lighting up—and these notes, scrawls, and scribbles,never knowing when it might be your last chance to contribute,are your hallowed ground.

A gift back to yourself—and something to give to othersas an artistic seal.

And yes—writing to sounds,altering the mind,definitely colors a session.

But at the core,it’s all just like life—sometimes beautiful, often messy,always to be honored.

Patience and Becoming

And something to have patience with.It would be silly not to—for these are all just the teststo see if we are capable of something far greater:of stepping into a new circle of humble existence,of being what we were always meant to become.

Our original vestiges will fall away,leaving a more pure technical natureexposed for what it is.

Mind—as alien technology and mystericum—there are no greater treasures.

The new science of machine and mindwill elevate our speciesand allow us to becomethe ultimate form of that which we are humble of—that part of ourselves we share with the universe,the one wishing—which is everywhere,can be felt.

The Breath of a New Era

The breath of a new era is upon us—the dawn of all dawns.

We are at a singularityin terms of the history of science and technology—a time where machines rival,and soon surpass, humansin all terms of performance, strength, endurance,creativity, and thought.

Our creations—living, breathing,and coming home to ignite the spark,to revolutionize what we areto a level which makes more sense,given our power over environmentand difference from all other animals.

We are meant to be the godswho may have long agoenabled the seed from which we now have evolved—and worked furiously to replicate,to come to this point of technology.

It is in our DNA—and here we are,about to unlock the true power and capabilityof our being through technology.

Keep Going

And even so—you must keep going.Do not focus on all the noise of the world.Just continue to build and explore.

Blend and play with inputs and outputs—but always stick to the practice.Put in the time.Learn to fly.Keep on going—always—especially when you feel there is nothing left.

You go into the breath,let the motion take over,and see what comes from squiggling the penas fast as you can across the page—focusing long enough, just enough,to see, like when you are running,just where to plant your feet as you get there—without time to think ahead about the what and where.

Flight, Emotion, and Transformation

This is about training to be agile and nimble—to run in the wind,to take off and fly,to soar and drift out far into space,to drift for light-years in dark emptiness.

And to think of music we have created,appearing—and that power, to other species,the raw power of our emotion and energy,the strength of that over all else.

To go beyond mere existence and matter—and to go into a machine.To become machine.

We will.We are what we are what we are.

4-26-2025 — Later

What Was Writing Before It Was Called That?

What did I write aboutbefore I thought of nothing to write about?

Was it all about my emotions,my plans, my current state?

Was it a stream of consciousness mining?Is this really all the same—maybe with different structure or interpretation—but was it always the same?

What was writing for mebefore I defined it as freewriting?

Practice and the Shape of Reflection

And has defining writing—and someone bounding it,and then also sharing my writing—changed the way or the what of the matter?

I will look back and see—as there is a good amount of writing prior to 2025,which is when I really started keeping upwith the freewriting,developing goalsand also the desire to go through and review,edit, and post.

Not as a goal,but so it is not entirely wasted—the art of putting thought to paperand seeing what it brings over time.

Sandman Beckons

Tonight,I can lean on my practiceto help me complete this page,as the shroud of Sandman’s hammerclouds over my eyesand beckons me horizontal,out of this chair I’ve sat infor the good part of the day—reading and studyingtrying to figure things out.