Aboard a Planet Hurtling Through Space

January 19 2026

This morning like other mornings was just another morning. But the letters looked sharper and more pronounced in their definition. It's possible they are enchanted. Last night was cold. With some insulation I'm guessing a pad on concrete might be made warmer. But here I truly am curious as to the increase in heat or perhaps reduction in loss of heat. I don't think insulation can ever raise heat and merely preserves more of that which is there. I'd like to sail out to Betelgeuse now so dearly red and I will continue to adapt and do the practice and stick with the grind. And realizing this is the greatest. I've built a ship with redundant systems and grown it and this is the year to make it all work to make it sing. And right now, this moment let's go back into the practice the breath, the beautiful letters and always the chirping of birds, something which brings me joy. Nature. Plants and the bounty from a well planned garden. To do with my time the highest activities which bring the greatest return. Art && Science. But also not to limit myself to this culture or even this channel of existence. There is more to the stars. There is more to this earth. This is a true mystery worthy of solving. What is earth's overall trajectory? In the interstellar scale how might this planet have been useful or used for? And then you have those feelings so strong which mark you as human, what is that about. Passions and emotions as pure as the elements found in the center of stars. We are travelers, first and foremost. Cruising around a comfortable star with enough space to live on. But properly working and using the planet in planetary space, we are not there yet and still struggle with our emotions. But we are quickly increasing the necessary capabilities to explore more of space. Earth is beautiful but our future is in space. Because we are in space. Yet we talk of our life on land and of the polar ice caps. Are we not aboard a planet hurtling through space and why can we not utilize such energy which we cannot see. Is this really how it is or part of the larger illusion. Gravity is that why our atmosphere doesn't float off and birds can fly here on earth even though we are all collectively in space right now undergoing heavy motion. What does that do to a being and why would we be entirely unaware of such grand schemes.

The primary writing instrument I was using has run dry but this is a beautiful replacement. I used to write with ink of a similar color in grade school and I reminded of that. I'm reminded of days when it was so hot and all we wanted to do was play outside. Make new adventures or be bored together. I don't really recall how I spent time in [redacted]. It must have been mostly used up in play and growing up. Normal things like chores vacations. The chirping of birds like a false Spring awakening. If we are part of a micro existence on some rock and so small we cannot even feel the planet we are on cruising through space how is anything to be believed true or that we matter anymore than very complex bacteria. And the good stories, from our experience, creativity and luminous minds that also is the stuff of magic and worth digging and sluicing and working the earth. But not with terminality and rather introducing optionality as basis for all transactions where possible and redundant emergency systems to sustain life fragile as it be. And to always be in touch with what is real, with what is fleeting.

And now for some lines curved or straight i care not they be lines

A little cushion that is not wet can be heaven for the posterior. And I can smile with knowing whatever pace I run across this page is my own like when one goes on a hike and being out in our garden and in nature there is nothing better. The sun warms me and fills all my creative juices ready to be poured fresh. New outlooks and warmth thanks to our systems star. I found it strange, quite strange that there is no good name for our star the sun, sol, which to me is more of a general description, and archetypal and if we were to come up with a name maybe BEGON as in ego + we be gone or begone? Any line will do just pick up and go and start letting words show up as you go deeper into the beauty and mystery of being scribe to consciousness. My own consciousness seeming more like a machine than anything other. A machine part animal and ancient and part some kind of technology. What is this art form and Wizardry which allows words to pour out from thoughts unformed and symbols how interesting it must be indeed to write but with the art of symbols rather than letters. But let's not be fooled much of the raw material is garbage and the vein of gold may or may not show up but generally not on page or the last page but somewhere in between when you least expect there you will find the hidden level and be able to access the thirteenth floor. As long as the pen stays in motion the system remains intact and the body shielded.

Later that evening.

This color ink takes me back. Immediately to 3rd and 4th grade. I believe I still struggled to write cursive well enough and consistent enough and I thank [redacted] and my Mom why I now enjoy penmanship so much and after having ramped up can go on at length and find it a joy and writing a fruitful outlet for my expressions. I feel at once small and vulnerable but probably not insignificant for that to be of any use and really is just more work on a certain level. Beyond the business lines from which I'm building [redacted] there also is a real interest in the P.O.T.S. project. It perfectly describes who we are and perhaps first should reset timeline call the universe God or some equivalent based on size, name our star, ensure we are in motion and then learn how to harness universe and space in order to ride earth like our ancestors may have intended. At least knowing we are life bounded while in this local group with this star, by certain time and microplanetary scale events which define our life and that planet and sun within the group are at our disposal when we are ready. The ultimate puzzle: how to use the local group to advance to life capable of interstellar exploration and ability to merge biology with machine. Higher order Technics. Tortilla soup with Avocado guacamole. Tea and crumpets. Followed by steak tartar and duck brisket confit. Then we will dine on black tongue of sheep and monkey brains. Always delicious with coconut milk and a dash of lime rind and squeeze from the fruit itself to bring out the tangy soft taste from the synaptic porridge. Every moment of your experience and possibly of all human experience may be available but locked until we find keys to mind and our space vehicle known as earth. How solid is a planet? What types of planets are there and what does our local system consist of. Where do astronomy and astrology and options intersect. Is the third there perfect or too much? Thank Universe we live in a good time for many questions. I think of Hemingway and also how I've studied and worked all this time to have an antifragile artistic lifestyle. That is colorful, active, abundant, redundant safe, sometimes boring with architected risk. It cannot be avoided but can be hedged and managed to the death and onward even. That is something interested to think what will remain after death and why would it matter. There is nothing more wonderful than having a dance with my pen and loving the color and feel of the letters we get to float along sometimes at great speed perhaps in lock step with our planetary motion.

And the deliciousness of good food while we are here. To breath in the air of other writers of pure writing would be something indeed. To be around Wilde as he wrote some of his more racy works which he also paid dearly for with his freedom. Descartes also comes to mind as someone I've enjoyed reading what feels like an honest and direct translation of thought into word stuff and the most rich veins for authentic consciousness and synthesis of novel transmissions. When we look deep within we see we are made up of chemicals. Some kind of biological machine so complex beyond our human egotistical understanding beyond the ability to clone and likely incubate life using machines as host that would not be of any surprise and yes hopefully becomes a new option for our species reproduction. That liminal time of twilight. In the forest during this brief window of change our awareness is heightened and our ability to see becomes enhanced. The same can be adopted for situations which might benefit from similar behavior. Market regime change analysis. And elephant ceremonial migration pathways paying homage to their ancestors and possibly giving clues for how they live not with God but with Universe. Yes the Universe is the new God take that every church ever! Any God shall compare thyself to Universe, for scale and placement. All things are backdrop to universe. Most backdrop to ego. Some backdrop to animalistic underpinnings. We are universe. We are chemical. We are bio-mechanical. That is human. And earth is planet in motion with trajectory currently unknown.

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• Ghostbusters of the Mind - The entry before this one in the same notebook.
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