ULTRA HIGH DEF 40K!
Its all just electricity through rocks
Technology that is
We can get into ALL “ALL” later
Humanity is just a little rock racing through an abyss we BARELY know about
We are this little pinprick in time
Our understanding of reality is more similar to that of an ant than
To the possible intelligence within the Universe.
As in, i may “be” some degree more so than an ant, but if i can imagine the degree between me and an ant
“BIGGER”
I should be able to accept;
that because infinity is a concept I understand
_As in, _ _ __ __ ___forever
THE STREET GOES BOTH WAYS!
So as a set of consciousnesses that can express to one another
Ya know, people to people, talkie talkie, squawk squawk
We keep unearthing these tools through time
And inevitably sharing them
CHKA CHKA
(Image of wood starting fire)
Boom boom,
(Stone tools smashing! 🤑)
bang bang
(Dynamite)
CLICK CLICK
(Mouse clicking)
*Aye curumba…*
We are definitely using a lot of our tools wrong
(Imagery of gun stuff)
But we tell ourselves that we hurt each other
Because it is
survival of the fittest
Its a dog eat dog world out there
That only the best will last
(sigh…)
Last
😖
Why would you want to be last?
Wouldn’t that be lonely?
And aren’t we “more” so than a dog?
Or only when convenient?
We’re in a post scarcity world
We’ve found enough tools to move on
Your warm bed, full belly, time to think, and time to play
Could be 100% guaranteed
Drop your bad faith
And join the good faith
Its nice! I promise!
Its called good faith for a reason!
That knot in your stomach will go away!
Share your toys!
Share your special rocks!
Teach me how to use it!
I want to use your philosopher stone,
I want to show you what I can do with it.
We could save so much [[[TIME]]] if we worked together!
Humanity will eventually get your shiny stone——
We always do!
Because you’re one of us too!
And so
We’ll continue to find these magic rocks throughout our collective voyage through time
These Little treasures to treat ourselves
to
[[[THE MYSTERIES OF THE UNIVERSE]]]
And of course
we’ll continue to talk
Squeak squawk
Writing ourselves little messages on rocks
For the future me
And the current you
And the me that will be forever gone
In this way
This is how you and I etch on rocks
That type of permanence seems to be important to us
Chipping on little silicon rocks and sharing our message
And we gladly accept
I’d watch you all day, baby.
In dazzling 640 ULTRA 4K!
To stand the tests of time
These days
we etch on much smaller rocks
And have harnessed magic,
Electricity is magic
We know how it works,
We figured out the magician’s secret
(It’s a trick of the lights!)
But we still don’t know if the magician has anything left hidden up their sleeve
And wait, a magician?
I don’t believe in a magician
Unless this is another illusion?
And so we etch on silicon rocks,
The most powerful talkie talkie squawk squawk
Our thoughts
And we write them into rocks
Held by those who hoard the rocks
And we call it Data
Information
But if we just worked together,
Truly UNDERSTAND we are all just trying to live though joy
Joy seems pretty universal
Hot take.
We can unravel the mysteries of the universe
Here together
On our floating rock
(Please give talking to ants a shot)
