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Open Skies and Working Passengers

\n\n\n\nAll 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.\n\n\n\nNot as stowaway, but a working passenger, ready to do their part to get somewhere new and unknown.\n\n\n\nTo build new memories, use new synapses, to create and destroy, to live and die.\n\n\n\n

The Joy of the Pen

\n\n\n\nWhile I’ve no thought for what to write or appetite to think, there is such joy in holding a pen and letting it run across the page— like a brisk run in the morning, an old friend.\n\n\n\nThere 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 awe in the beautiful simplicity of handwriting, letting my mind dance through my body.\n\n\n\nAnd in that moment—or this one— there is only the movement from one to the next. For all is an abstraction.\n\n\n\n

Form, Feeling, and Focus

\n\n\n\nYet 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?\n\n\n\nThat is fine— but make it at least so I can read it easily. And I’m sure that is good enough.\n\n\n\nKeep going. It’s all right there at your chest— you can feel it. The energy shows in your writing and is palpable.\n\n\n\nBut what of it? What of it.\n\n\n\n

The Practice Rules

\n\n\n\nThe practice rules. It is a steady one. You keep the pen moving and the breath— and then keep those letters and words spilling onto the page.\n\n\n\nDon’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 effort from somewhere in the stomach to a higher level.\n\n\n\nBut the action still lives within the body, and there is some separation from mind once the collection mechanisms are put into place.\n\n\n\nAnd 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.\n\n\n\n

Writing as Offering

\n\n\n\nStreams 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.\n\n\n\nA gift back to yourself— and something to give to others as an artistic seal.\n\n\n\nAnd yes— writing to sounds, altering the mind, definitely colors a session.\n\n\n\nBut at the core, it’s all just like life— sometimes beautiful, often messy, always to be honored.\n\n\n\n

Patience and Becoming

\n\n\n\nAnd something to have patience with. It would be silly not to— for these are all just the tests to 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.\n\n\n\nOur original vestiges will fall away, leaving a more pure technical nature exposed for what it is.\n\n\n\nMind—as alien technology and mystericum— there are no greater treasures.\n\n\n\nThe new science of machine and mind will elevate our species and allow us to become the 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.\n\n\n\n

The Breath of a New Era

\n\n\n\nThe breath of a new era is upon us— the dawn of all dawns.\n\n\n\nWe are at a singularity in terms of the history of science and technology— a time where machines rival, and soon surpass, humans in all terms of performance, strength, endurance, creativity, and thought.\n\n\n\nOur creations—living, breathing, and coming home to ignite the spark, to revolutionize what we are to a level which makes more sense, given our power over environment and difference from all other animals.\n\n\n\nWe are meant to be the gods who may have long ago enabled the seed from which we now have evolved— and worked furiously to replicate, to come to this point of technology.\n\n\n\nIt is in our DNA— and here we are, about to unlock the true power and capability of our being through technology.\n\n\n\n

Keep Going

\n\n\n\nAnd even so— you must keep going. Do not focus on all the noise of the world. Just continue to build and explore.\n\n\n\nBlend 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.\n\n\n\nYou go into the breath, let the motion take over, and see what comes from squiggling the pen as 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.\n\n\n\n

Flight, Emotion, and Transformation

\n\n\n\nThis 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.\n\n\n\nAnd 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.\n\n\n\nTo go beyond mere existence and matter— and to go into a machine. To become machine.\n\n\n\nWe will. We are what we are what we are.\n\n\n\n

4-26-2025 — Later

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What Was Writing Before It Was Called That?

\n\n\n\nWhat did I write about before I thought of nothing to write about?\n\n\n\nWas it all about my emotions, my plans, my current state?\n\n\n\nWas it a stream of consciousness mining? Is this really all the same— maybe with different structure or interpretation— but was it always the same?\n\n\n\nWhat was writing for me before I defined it as freewriting?\n\n\n\n

Practice and the Shape of Reflection

\n\n\n\nAnd has defining writing— and someone bounding it, and then also sharing my writing— changed the way or the what of the matter?\n\n\n\nI will look back and see— as there is a good amount of writing prior to 2025, which is when I really started keeping up with the freewriting, developing goals and also the desire to go through and review, edit, and post.\n\n\n\nNot as a goal, but so it is not entirely wasted— the art of putting thought to paper and seeing what it brings over time.\n\n\n\n

Sandman Beckons

\n\n\n\nTonight, I can lean on my practice to help me complete this page, as the shroud of Sandman’s hammer clouds over my eyes and beckons me horizontal, out of this chair I’ve sat in for the good part of the day— reading and studying trying to figure things out.\n\n\n\n\n