posit query

i find that the moon is a neighbor relatively new. i imagine that we are a designed...animal per se, perhaps much like a horse or a dog to some other masterful being or beings. Maybe even the idea of being is too inaccurate. the moon is too mysterious and yet obvious, much like our DNA, for it to be anything but a clue to something else we shy away from in our thoughts.

humans are running in circles because circles are harmless when ran. to keep us all busy, and off of the moon. why go back now? 2012 so close, are we to be greatly flooded again? how shall i survive? as a budding godling i do not know. As some fleshly shell for what could be a soul and i assume is only consciousness, perhaps we are the experiment in artificial intelligence. spawning machines is only some oddity of perpetuation perhaps.

our search for the answer that is definitely there might reward us with annihilation at moment of clarity. to find out we were made by finding evident maker would probably get us all wiped out and begun again, though to what extent our existence is to be brought i wonder, for if not to find out maker and be reset then what else should we be doing? To busy ourselves so nonsensically with origin stories and purposes divine seems to overload our camelbacks and distract us from ressurecting our potential godhood.

why not reach our hands within ourselves and learn to flow and ebb, why not become the wave makers instead of only wave riders?

our strange new moon beckons me so closely....shall i reach it before the mayan calander expires? of course.

for in my written world the moon holds She in slumber, She who i have been seperate from for far too long now. The one goddess divided and in her sleep dreams upon this world, this earth a shell for conscious dreams. a trap for memories that seems to have been strapped to a spigot of life spewing vigor, now overpopulated with all too many humans in a place where there were once so few. has a soul been divided, rehashed, and recycled a trillion times over only to be shared by an entire planet full of humans?

am i god only to be part of god as well? my individuality is myself, i imagine. perhaps not? maybe if figure out how to stay alive i'll have enough time to make my own planet full of experiments too.

i would love to help this one out, but from behind the curtain. and not with my sacrifice, i am worth so much more alive than dead.

ah to dream of the moon....off go i to sleep as well.