9 word poem on being human
Project: Polytopia

If you are at a certain stage of awareness and being, in this polytopian unfolding, the unbearable pace of physicality can be a bit painful (or maybe just different). Our minds may want to operate and solve ideas emerging before they even glimmer as raw data.

Passion sets our bodies into autopilot, neglecting familiarities of a disconnected life, pushing our cohesive self further into a realm untouched, except for our own projections of it.

At what stage do you fight to retain your fleeting self? You don't.
Embrace this access to that which is further from tangibility, but more powerful than a bullet to the head. You are still alive ... even more so.

Outside, we are here and you are there.
It doesn't matter anymore. Let go and just be human.
It's natural to contradict yourself. We always do and it's a good thing.

Mon, May 10, 2010  Permanent link
Categories: junto, emergence, evolution
Sent to project: Polytopia

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