< the wingey bit >
Oh boy, do I ever grow tired of my own wordy words.
This is just the age of journaling in public, Mike… don’t think anything of it, everybody here is just journaling in public… you will not be judged in any way that really matters, any more or less than any given other…
< the dreamy bit >
The Internet evolved from some things and where it’s going I can’t rightly say – if we lose our Great Grid, it might even Go Away – but I believe if it follows its present and curving course, we’ll all be in each other’s heads in a matter of mere months or moments – in this, the Grand Scheme of Things.
I give away my words and pictures in order, I suppose, to become one with the Better Borg that is us, in this age. I want my ideas to be yours, and more-or-less immediately, please.
I want them to flow out and find their better course, like fresh water in need of a powerful thirst – or to be drowned down and into the ground by ideas and content with greater guts – and all for the better, and not for the worst.
I want the fast and the curious evolution, in the face of what we now must face: ourselves at the impasse, attempting to pass – to win, or even just place.
If I could VR-helmet my way to understanding you the more, I would – I would for very sure.
I would pay a dollar – or else even more – for the right to responsibly walk through that once-shuttered door.
What would I then might-differently do, to know but a sliver of what you know yourself too?
Would I trade my remains and my dreams for yours, if only in part – to see for myself what attends to your heart?
To even-out something of what our brains have both borne; to help somewhat mend what was once all-about torn?
I would; I would for you; and I would for her and him, even too – to see what things our better Mind and our Heart might then duly do.
< the legally bit >