Reality is stranger than fiction. Sometimes I feel like my life is a picture on a screen. A song. A dream come true, but whose dream? Mine? The world distorts. Twists. Possibilities extrapolate everywhere and syncronicities occur like daily breath. Do I take responsibility of creating this life? I must. I have. I am in awe at the world. At the wind in the air. The palm tree lined streets. The feeling of my clutch stick in my leather gloves. The french silk sky with ribbons of pink carmel.
My mind segues impeccably into the human electronic evolutional ideas that have been percolating in my mind the past week. Ghost in the shell, Hyperion type implants, interweb connectivity, matrix-type ability to learn things instantly, major body and DNA modifications, time travel, jaunting. These ideas have excited me like no other in a long time. I see science working through these challenges and the fruit and evolution of the fruit twisting back on us and available to us biologically.
It's as if the eternity mobius strip is speaking back to us of future possibilities. Is evolution and self-actualization actually the same? In both, there is no stepping back. There is no return to ignorance. There is no return to what you were. There is only push on ahead. Clasping the next ring.
And remembering to stay grounded, while watching the rocket trails in the vanilla sky.