The angles . . .
=refractions . . .iterations . . .fractalated tendrils of our original singularity. We truly are the people of the last days - when all these things shall come to pass.
We are spinning up,
whirling like dervishes
propelled by resonance in a tapestry of chaos
and breathtaking beauty:
spiraling, compressing, replicating rapidly,
then more rapidly-
riding the double helix-
smoothing the angles, one by one at first
Together weaving an invisible web of crystalline light,
An entity without physical form -
A data layer connecting all of us in infinite configurations...
Blurring the divisions previously guaranteed by the sheer logistics
of physical time and distance
As the time wave compresses our human experience,
Scientists can look billions of years into our past-
One might say
They can nearly see all the way around and back to the beginning.
And every day we plunge headlong
Through our quest for the singularity-
for the initial resonance unleashing event,
the elusive dark matter- an idea
torn from the last century by an egotistical yet ignorant man,
who's soul possessed a directive in its earthly incarnation,
the deception which shaped the knowledge
held as law by many generations.
