When the mind writes it is because time speaks for the moment. When the writing is at a pause, sometimes it is not the mind that pauses but time itself.
Even when life is at its fullest and best, the locking in of what is to be seen ahead is the only focus, no discussion need be done or spoken.
Lately there is something within telling me to stay put. Like, be that fly on the wall as the world turns and all speak and just… be.
Let the world provide its showcase of developments driven by the driven minds.
Let the continuous doubts and fears be thrown around while taking note who of those continue to spearhead, hardly rattled or destroyed by any stones.
The Yin and the Yang continue forth, balancing one another for coexistence in both realms. For how else can we actually witness the most victorious of all if not first to take note of those who persist versus those who falter?
Predictions are being made of what tomorrow will be and while there are some easily plausible to be in agreement to foresee, we can only wait and watch for the next scenes to truly follow.
There continues to be those rooting the squirrels to get to the other side. There are those who work ceaselessly to cast doubt of many ever crossing, petrifying every squirrel they feel within their power they are able to discourage to take another step further.
The positive and negative forces dance as the music genre seem to change at any given moment.
At one point a symphony of beautiful strings create a mellifluous sound.
Other times, drums seem to be beating loudly without sensible euphonic rhythm, as if a young child was let loose to beat away the skins of a batter head.
At times, as I feel this phase right now, some squirrels have managed to cross over, making no noise, not to divulge of their early on victory, the nut in hand now carefully being positioned to where it will be most propagating in the future.
Of course, upon discovery of those actually moving onto the next plan, there are those working to now come together in hopes to see nothing grow from any planting.
The jokes seem to be over. The reality of what was once doubted to take form has already casted existence. Multi-dimensionally.
As long as there is attempt for unity to finish, there shall continue the same force to divide and destroy.
I hear and see the division of hearts, minds, and spirits. If bodies could be physically divided, perhaps I’d see that, too.
The divide between realms may not always be a bad step when it comes to producing completion or success.
Division can sometimes be due to spite or animosity but thankfully, more right now, I take note of those focusing on one’s own lane. The runners, in silence as to not lose sight of direction and aim, keep crossing with eyes fixated to get done what the mind has imagined, to infinity and beyond.
The spectators take part in all the showdown ruckus. They can only speak of what they hear or see. And, so, there continues talk on that surface, conjectures of what will and should happen next.
Funny thing is, the pieces are moving faster than what can be said. As we take note of one evolving in this manner, another innovates to yet one more step into newly breaking horizons, spectators’ eyes shifting and adjusting focus between all corners and angles of humanity’s doings.
Fun. And, yet, the dome is currently silent. Like a tennis match, relay, and javelin happening simultaneously at the same time- who wins, at what breaking time and how far, we shall only be in awe to watch and see.
Other headliners make way, perhaps to serve as diversions so as to buy privacy and time for the quiet works in stealth progress.
Many search for the new or different from what has been said and done.
Are we just in the accepting reality of where nothing is new under the sun, however?
Everything to come about will be just the inevitable of what should follow.
Those making predictions look to be predicting yesterday instead of tomorrow, the world deniably affirming the Ecclesiastical forewarns.
I see the outside of the room debates. I hear them. As I cannot help in my innate character from the time I found understanding in the actions of those around me as a child, I am comforted to see myself in that same mode.
Understanding perspective.
The race must go on. Funny thing is, like a pair of brand new shoes, disparity and dissatisfaction will soon follow after the victory. After another victory.
There is nothing wrong with this, the way I see us go.
When purpose stops, life ceases purpose.
I am noting a lot of predictions as to when we will have personal assistants to selected children.
Intrigued by CRISPR, I can only wonder what more it will alter and fix.
Even creatine, learning the term so many years back as an aide to body-building, has taken on light to expanding itself in the department of helping the mind and not just the body.
I have been entertained with all these AI and quantum revolutions that I wonder who is even paying attention to now.
The focus is surely ahead to not be left behind.
I see now moving really fast within both these realms that right now could quite honestly feel like two minutes ago.
QUAI, I have named and spoken as kway, is how I see the coming of age child, quantum and AI, only because I sense one will not be able to exist without the other.
One thinketh. One doeth. Together maketh.
I prepare myself now to see inevitable betrayals. Not because we hope for such, but forgiveness in advance for anyone who may choose to go astray is much better to endure than upon any time of hurtful impact.
As I have looked into the eyes of my children from the time of each five births, my heart spoke to them, “I love you no matter what.”
The wins and losses are for each to work to, work through, and work out.
At one of the latest presidential press conference, I watch the team of spearheading doers standing there, some taking turns to speak on behalf of our technological future advancements together, and I can’t help but smile.
The brains are awake. Certainly. Even better, from what I gather, they are cohesively working together while innately being driven to do better than their counterparts.
How else can one move the other forward if not creating the dynamic force of such direction?
I take a breath. I exhale. Great things come from great minds.
I take a breath. I exhale. I think back to Nehemiah. I think back to Judas Iscariot. I deeply breathe in a quiet hope, Let this team of greats stay as one.
Let not one be filled with a dark spirit, tempted to have been made to feel smaller than another. Let them all know they each have a crucial part.
Let the minds race to allow QUAI to take form to magnificence.
Let us not, however, not one, go astray.
If that shall happen, let us prepare our hearts, our minds, our bodies, and our spirits now to continue the quest to finish irregardless.
We must only because the flow of energy drives us so.
As we wait to see how the world should turn, allow me to suggest three following movies that allowed me to further understand motives of betrayal.
The Curse of the Golden Flower battle scene.
The Count of Monte Cristo and Edmond’s reasoning for vengeance.
Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time betrayal.
That grant of free will, a test of one’s character.
Shine bright like a diamond. Perhaps, just a piece of coal.
