A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.


Technical Mystification Intellect

We each dwell encapsulated within our own cellular insulations. Cilia measure vibrations within vessels circulating blood throughout our central nervous systems. Optic fibers translate data reflected behind our eyes into our brains which process these signals into relatively three dimensional images. All of this occurs on a planet revolving about a star hosting our human activity en masse by a process that involves the necessary transorbital positioning of repeatedly placing us in between our planet's and the Sun's geomagnetic cores. When we find ourselves in between these magnets (a position we have labelled "day" time) there manifests a sufficient amount of extra energy by which we may achieve our daily tasks toward survival.  While we find ourselves outside these magnets (the intermediary position known as "night" time) the majority of us find the occasion to rest and recharge our batteries.

If information overload has ever occurred in our history as a sentient species, the chances seem high it is best personified by what occurs online all over the world wide web currently on social utility networks such as facebook and twitter (to name only two modalities). Sometimes I can't help but think that never before has the very disparity of information and how it relates directly and indirectly to our lives been highlighted to such an extreme disproportion. Other times I can't help but feel this incessant incoming tide of daily information at least must serve as a fast-moving ticker-tape of windows through which we may glimpse individual frames or scales of the living skin, however zoomed-in on or otherwise magnified the surface may be, of this great ourobouros we are all in the process of weaving together on this magnificent planet looming in outer space.