vapour shell

I've always clung to mildness, felt safe and comfortable, but what significance does it hold if it lacks definition? Where do I stand if where I fall is unknown? Where are the extremes?

All phases I've been through have been unworthy of the extreme. Then she called. I fell down, I defined my extremes in desperation. I've let my instincts take over, I'm engulfed in the smoke of change. Hope has transformed to faith and belief. What is truer than what I believe?

Mildness dissolves into nothingness, leaving me exposed, vulnerable. It is impossible to be unreactive while being instinctive, further unrevealing. And in the end, it is not even about myself.

time machine

strange how the balcony calls me to the city, gives me a desire,
to jump into the vortex of routine that I once detested.

strange how I cannot conclude that the weather is brilliant,
strange how it would have been better if it had rained,
stranger how it would have affected.

strange how my hope has not deterred,
stranger how there could have been no need for it.

strange how I crave for a time machine,
stranger how I wouldn't want to travel.

cliff

soul fastened to a dying animal...

singularity, a point of override. a point when artificial intelligence surpasses human intelligence. what is conquered? or what is lost?

...because his body, which you can always conquer, gives so little purchase upon his soul.

what do you fear? or what do you fear admitting? it prevents you from thinking. it stops you from exploring and finding courage. you need courage to act, action kills fear, are you afraid of conquest? you cannot stop the advancement, you cannot kill the scientists to stop progress. progress is darwinian, it will find its own means to exist. think of what you can conquer. does it disturb you to think that you can conquer death? will it question everything? the one conquest which will defeat you, the victory in which you will lose.