From Ethiopian Flight 701

Closer even if it hurts
Reverb of the universe
Retrogade not by math but by emotion
Backwards as forwards
This medley of seemingly unconnected things
Spiderwebbed together
Not understanding the pattern
While having faith that there is a pattern
Ra riding his chariot
Everyday
Will he bring the sun again?
And if he doesn’t
What is the call to arms
Mutated molecules
Existential orangatangs
Lost with a concept of found
As we float through the universe
Having faith that there is a pattern
Flowers know their purpose
A star knows its purpose
Man knows our purpose
Time as a fabrication
The story ended as it starts
Infinite in our atoms
Look up
Look in
Look in
Shanti
As a truth
I will have no fear
Shanti as a dead word
As every step in a direction known
Is a dead step
Shanti as all we have
Peace and enlightenment
Fear and the universe
Paradise as a concept
Going backwards to Adam and Eve
And telling them to still eat the apple
Staring at Moses
And wondering if he really wrote the first commandment
There shall be no god before me
Flying into the abyss
At the bottom of the hole
All there is to do
Is keep digging
Forwards as backwards
Forwards as upside down
There isn’t an isn’t
There isn’t an is
There isn’t an is
There isn’t an is
There isn’t an is
But there isn’t an isn’t
Om
Forward is backwards
Up
Light
Universal laws
Things fall apart
Then come together
Things fall apart
And then come together
No words to say
Language after a million years
Birdsong of our souls
Communication corrupted by social media
Singularity as an evolutionary purpose
Fear of our own extinction
Extinction our only future
Future the same as backwards
Life as a stepping stone
Human beings nothing but a river crossing
Let those that can find bliss find bliss
Evolution an act of semen fertilizing
Art the act of creation
War the act of destruction
Evolution an act of choice and destruction
The moment we are in is the tip of the spear
The moment we are in is the tip of the spear
You can say yes every moment
Yes to the universe
Yes to your heart
Yes to honesty
Yes to the true North
Yes to the truth in your heart
Yes to evolution
Yes to forwards
Yes to existence
Yes to the future
Yes to never saying no
Yes to never say I give up
Yes as the only way forward
Yes as the future
Yes as the only answer
Honesty as the only truth
Truth as the only guiding star we have
Yes

Daedalus (poetry)

Subtle warnings as flashes
Recognition with the universe
Concepts of infinite
Fluttering from focus to focus
There is a purpose
Hidden in plain sight
The path will be simple
Hidden in plain sight
The answer is self evident
Even if enlightenment has not yet been found
All on our journey
All a part of the universe
Either as a fragment or its whole
Brains changing
The magic leaving
Going out of focus
It was there
Is it there?

Again going through the trial
Bang on the door
Bang on the door
Bang on the door
There is something
The symphony comes together
Closer and farther
Oneness
The math is easy
Everything is everything
Nothing is nothing
Fall into the infinite of infinite
Lay away the chains of consciousness
Lose the limitation of time
Forward as backwards
Backwards as forward
A truth for the moment
Soldiers of eternity
The expansion of existence
A seed climbing a tree
To be the building block of a future star
Which will metamorph into a black hole
In my end is my beginning
The dust can serve its purpose
Existence a false flag
The search a distraction
Shanti a dead word
Looking for a new home
God is in the air
May we set him free

Alive again
The pain of being again
Shattered again
The aeons come again
I am still afraid

You can be asked the meaning of life
Love is not the wrong answer

Shuttah shuttah shuttah shuttah shit man
We’s still don’t escape
How da fuck do I just get out of my head
This plasma shit never coming together
Gravity being a weak force
Gotta collect the mass
All this energy
Collected together
But below the critical mass
The worst equation
Just a little more
Even if losing hope is the correct emotion
There is no other choice
The other branches are snipped
There is only forward
And hoping for miracles

This part might be optional

There hasn’t even been a lazy attempt to put it together.
-time is an illusion, its theories limit us
-we are action agents of quantum choosing, we are active in the choice of paths, even if the world fights back
-the Heisenberg uncertainty principle is broader, we change reality by the way we choose to exist
-the universe is fabricated by imagination and does not exist outside of imagination. We create the universe by imagining it
-light is a particle, a wave and an infinite strand, existing as a single moment from creation to its other. Our perception of time is just a coordinate on the river of a universal moment. (Does the same light exist in all dimensions? Is light the linking thread of the universe?)
-a human being empowered is the same as a seed blooming towards the sun or a collection of mass choosing to ignite, become a star, super nova and become a black hole

no more sad dreams (poetry)

no more
sad dreams
fade in
into me
not sure where
we can go
unprotected
the only way I know
catacalysm in theory
breathe me
can we rise
disappear
disappear
beat the madness
beat the rhythym
wandering insular
finding new ways to pray
want to be together
and climb the closest nirvana
want to rise together
temporal
whisps of evolution
can’t we live this dream
this moment
lit universes of dust
love in our hearts
in a love universe
no more bad things
hand in hand
universes gliding
I’m there
I’m there
I’m there
I’m here
Not disappeared
Not the same
Revelation always through a thin layer
Revolution just a matter of mind
Now there is no more past
Who I was
Who we were
Is immutably gone
Woke
Woken
Through the veil
Here we are are
Shall we call this new place home
So scared
Always scared
Always scared
Moving ahead
Not letting scared stop me
Not afraid to be afraid
Running running
Gliding
Breathing
Life filling
The darkness swirling
Hand in hand
Angels or the devil
Who knows
Who cares
In love regardless
Fighting ourselves
Forward
Upsidedown
Backwards
Back into the cracks
Forward as backwards
Backwards as forwards
Back to dust
Dissipating into the sky
Another metamorphosis
No sadness
The universe is a garden
Sadness is happiness
Loss a part of having
Hold me
Hold me
Before we disappear

No Gravity (poetry)

Lost in the ephemereal love of a catch call to action, the here I am for just today. Rain on the roof air in my lungs and love in my heart, a reality here for the second and any point abount to disappear. Is there a light in your eyes? Where is the magic magic, where is the progression, am I still just that sixteen year old who was half way half way, is there a purpose, is nothing a purpose, I don’t know, I’m just dancing in my head, always unsure just not going to let the straw break my back or the meaning of reality make me lose the faerie nature of reality. When I was a tree I felt more honest, but now I look to being the particles of nature again, drifting for infinite, for the tendrils to come together for some cosmic purpose, yet, then, here I am, in my purpose, what is it for what is it for, what is the greater we can do, what does light bring, why is it purpose to be light, what damned good does it mean the entirety of existence but then we are here, how must god feel, he must feel like everyone else, dazzled, and, wondering his own position, what is the what is the oh let the reality be all we have and I am not sure not sure but I am here and may I be true and as a soldier of the universe may I follow the purpose of a greater reality.

Remain (poetry)

Feelings of lost time
Always the feeling of the future
But when does that disappear
Life as a graph
In a retrospective future
There are only so many permutations
What would be the highlights
Of my future self

Ahhhhhh
The allure of reinvention
This purmatation is without closure
Is it time to move or to keep resisting
What does the finite nature of life dictate

Sincerely unsure
Sincerely lost
A trend calcified into a law
Lost as a reason of being
Lost as a way of life
Sitting with my father on a swing set
“I always hoped to have achieved more”
Is our potential to continue achieving not universal?
Isn’t it?

Ring a round the rosy, pocket full of posies
A choo! A choo! We all fall down.

But here we are
Not in the darkest light
Or the lightest light
Just a rumination
Still infinite
Still moments untamed
Wrapped dimensions
And meaning perhaps something
Maybe not ours to understand

What does the speed of light mean?
What does the mathematical probability of quantum really mean?
Why is light both a particle and a wave?
How is an electron and a photon related?
Are we primitive, who is carrying the torch?

Wanting wanting
Wanting wanting
Wasting wasting
Wasting

My feet still good
Heart still beating
Still free
Free as I have ever been
Choices at a finger tip
Other mountains to climb
Dimensions to disappear into
Yet still this consistent reality
Still the same questions unanswered
A candle failing to illuminate
Yet, still casting light
Still a choice
And still, with every touch of a keyboard
A choice to stay
And understand
If there is such a thing as progress

If A Relatively Competent General Wanted to Conquer the Democratic Republic of the Congo

There is no power in the Congo, it is an empty throne that no one really wants, so all aspects of a state are just facade. There is no correlative, perhaps Somalia, but it is different.
You do not need to conquer the DRC, you need to control the June 31 Boulevard in Kinshasa.


The Belgians structured the road for this purpose, it is the choke point of the entire DRC. It is the river of the city. Who ever controls this boulevard controls Kinshasa, whoever controls Kinshasa wears the crown of the DRC, since it’s a meaningless title.


I would think an ideal number of soldiers to hold it would be around 500 ace (read disciplined) troops with armoured carriers, but it could be done with a fraction, re: Rwanda invasion. Kagame is a great general, but he just highlights the complete lack of any form of real soldier power. 


Note that every single thing in the DRC is for sale, 100 million dollar demands can be negotiated with the right tact (read respect and win/win perspective) down to a beer and 1,000 CDF.
Note that there are no bullets with most soldiers, they like to say Kabila keeps them, my personal hypothesis is they have been sold.


I would think a well branded revolution could succeed quite easily, perhaps incorporate the existing senate as a group of advisers with a permanent salary.


Congo feeds off of money changing hands, it is an extractionary economy that does not build value. This has to change. I would propose linking all bribes to a vehicle that is tied to long term success in the economy, so that powers that be are motivated to see the country succeed. I would also propose an immediate implementation of a clever universal basic income in a digital currency that expires and can’t leave Congo. Someone from MIT could figure it out. Finally I would propose throwing out the entire existing constitution, which is unrepareable.
The most clean path to a better Congo would be a 1789 style French revolution, but this would have a high cost of lives lost so this would be the key thing to try to nudge so that the the revolutionary burning of the existing paradigm is cleanly swept away with a minimal loss of human lives.


Note that a revolution will likely happen at some point, somewhere between today and in 100 years, revolution is the only way I see the DRC getting the fresh start it needs. Plausibly the country is conquered a dozen times by internal and external parties along the way, but I don’t see this as changing the status quo, the rationale of pillage is just too tempting, any messiah will find themselves on a cross. It would be good for the revolution to be structured to be sooner rather than later to get it over with; it would be good to be clever in how it’s done so there is a minimum loss of life; it would be good for there to be extremely concrete plans for what the goals of the revolution are and what would be the step by step roll out to transform the Democratic Republic of the Congo into a place where its citizens get the opportunity to live empowered lives.

Whistling (music)