You’re basically full of empty space.
Look into the Copenhagen Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics. It’s tell you that you are a tree and star dust. Your basically full of empty space. You are your sister and brother. Same wave function, but different.
note book. Life on the Edge: The Coming Age of Quantum Biology. Milk and Honey. Rupi Kaur. Demons in the Age of Light. Self-Driving Uber Cars. Self-driving Google cars driving over homeless Native American Vietnam veterans. Paint a pair satanic horns on a rat Vii. Please do, as I love them. I do not know your name but please paint that Satan face on the wall in the Bible Belt. You are my people. Whiskey in coffee. Shit I did remember my lithium today. I mean driving between Standing Rock after tear gas on Indians in Wounded Knee v. 2.0 I was thinking of Dr. King. That’s that Martin guy that had that dream. How do you resurrect those dreams? How do you resurrect dreams? Those dreams those Kurdish refugees working at Taco Bell cannot remember dancing their paint away at Istanbul Café on Scott Blvd. this is the journey of surviving through poetry. This is the blood sweat tears of thirty-five years. AK-47 Poetry: How I Learned to Watch the World Burn. Check. Self-published on Amazon. #NoDAPL: Can a Man Be a Mama Bear? The theory published on Amazon. I trust you Silicon Valley with my life. I gave you my art and I’ve made $34.45 in cash. 4 and 11 sold each respectively. Well my friend said “market yourself.”
This is my heart. …in your hands… this is the hurting… the loving… the breaking… the healing. I learned that I am 18 times more likely to care about someone else than achievement. Is that not what that crazy mother fucker hanging on that tree everyone in this town loves to sing about? Yet, I don’t want to hang myself on no tree and die. You must enter a relationship with yourself before anyone else. Accept that you deserve more than painful love. Life is moving. The healthiest thing for your heart is to move with it. So brother, let me ask you. This morning in my morning pages. I did not say mourning pages and in writing a eulogy for a funeral. What is your dream? I woke up this morning to the call of the azan, the Muslim prayer app I installed on my iPhone 6s to tell me to pray five times a day. I am the kind of Muslim that loves Satan because I am a terrorist. I mean aren’t we all? Shit Trump is president! Revolution now! Rob and Vii are onto something did Satan not say to man, “Take care of yourself first.” Then you can take care of others. I want my next month’s IBM Watson graph for selfishness to improve and for me to be happier. The God I love is a God of balance, like that Middle Way that Buddha guy talked about.
Didn’t Buddha talk about breathing first? Taking care of your art and trying to find a way to make a buck by simply realizing you most enter a relationship with yourself before anyone else. Sit and just write a little each morning. Wake up after you’ve been in your dream space and write like it says in The Artist’s Way. Write about the things you’ve seen then come together in a circle with other life hackers. Those hacking together a living with creativity and imagination and learn to live in a community that embraces radical individual spirituality, and empowers those Nietzschean souls that love to push the limit. Hold each other together in tension with love and help each other use new kinds to tools to reach an objective measurement of the widths and lengths of our own souls. Maybe artificial intelligence is best used as a soul measuring stick. We need to know our own souls if we are going to program cars to drive without drivers so they have souls. I would get in an Uber self-driving car if it had soul. Atlanta has soul like no other city. Those folks that end up here as refugees from the NYCs and the SFs can attest there is something charming in this shit hole of a railroad terminus. Yea, we are a red state. Yea, we still have the Klan. Yea, … yea. …but we had Dr. King too and the civil rights movement started HERE. That needs to be in our world now. …and I am going to do it. How might you ask? I am going to teach you to have a dream. …or at least I am going to bear my soul just enough that you do not get scared, but you learn to trust me quickly to come to a new place in life.
Artists unite. We are and always have been the future. The Artist’s Way is the Artists’ Way. Join me at Freeside Atlanta and let’s talk more. I’ve missed your dear friend. Would you like to get coffee? Migos now comes back on and I dream about getting $10,000,000 from Magic City to get some Hip-Hop Trap money for AI. Future here I come. You rule. Soulja Boy I want to get you a billion. Shit I want Magic City to be the Silicon Valley of Heaven. That’s my heaven. Trap Music. AI. Trap Hip-Hop Ed. The intersection of Markets, Mother Earth, and Moore’s Law. Three Singularities will determine the fate of Humanity. Do anyone of us know alone the solution to that equation? Hell no, so let’s unite in an amorphous mass and talk about dreams. Measure dreams. Build dreams. … and survive doing it.
It is a part of the
human experience to feel pain.
Do not be afraid.
Open yourself to it.
Ghost in the Shell is a good film about Uber self-driving cars. Maybe AI can help us understand ghosts? Maybe AI can help reveal the nature of dreams and the human soul?
…but can you weld a human heart into a machine?
…can you weld my own heart into a car?
…if you did it would never drive over a homeless man because the homeless many would be driving the self-driving car to get food.
Soulja Boy you got Soul in yo’ name. That why I love the Dirty Fucking South. You rule!
That’s a dream. A dream made real… maybe then we’ll survive this Zombie Apocalypse and evolve to that gift economy that is coming in heaven on earth. That’s right here right now. I feel better now. Take care. Now here’s the AI IBM Watson Tone Analyzer (do it here yourself by pasting your Morning Pages into the text box) data for this post:
Then past the text here and make a world cloud:
Now here’s the AI IBM Watson Personality Insights Data for this text (do it here yourself by pasting your Morning Pages into the text box) data for this post:
That’s Islamic Magic.