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The apple

23 Sunday Aug 2026

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In so many stories…

In Paradise, a Trojan horse of cursed knowledge

For Newton an inspiration unravelling gravity,

You’ve been the apple of so many eyes

But Snow White’s fall,

Today, you’re Apple’s logo

In every mind, on every phone

What about you, apple

Other fruits cannot be, give or do?

You’re not the sweetest, like mangoes

Nor the prettiest, like cherries

Certainly not as fragrant as bananas

And not as nutritious as berries

So why?

I here by make a guess…

That your shape

From the inserted stem in your bottomless pit

Up those slanted walls and down the sides

How they curve like fertile hips

Down and inwards

Like a long dress holding in shapely legs

And…the way you submit to a hand

Perfect to wrapping fingers

And how you resist, then give in

To teeth on flesh

This collapsing crunch

These flowing juices

Those rushing fragrances

All of these

I suggest

Is why

A walk in the graveyard

20 Thursday Aug 2026

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cemeteries, cemetery, history, travel, writing

Took a walk randomly through a grave yard today. I’ve avoided them all my life because of superstitious habits and horror movies I grew up with. To my surprise, felt it to be a very spiritual experience, and strangely, felt right at home or with someone familiar like I was with grandparents or old people I’ve known for a very long time.

I walked up and down, and saw small tombstones half sunk into the ground, and saw giant ones twice my size. I stood there and wondered who these people were that one deserved a small stone and the other a large one. Also looked down beneath the stones, down below to where the bones lie and wondered what was left of them. Both once solid, one gone the other here. But even the tombstones had worn out over decades by the faithful wind and rain. The names that were once crisply etched on slabs of marble now barely readable.

I walked over to an old one more than a hundred years old, with no markings visible, and placed a hand on the smooth hard stone. I wondered who they were and what was their life like. Like me they had walked and talked once, and were important to someone. They had a story and now lie alone as a collection of bones severed forever from a universe of thoughts, memories and meaning.

There is something very grounding and humbling about walking amongst the dead. It made me think of my own grave, what would be written on it, and who will come to visit after a year, after ten, after a hundred. I also thought of how many graves no longer mean anything to anyone living

I was wondering why I felt at home here, peaceful and settled. Maybe because there is more truth here than out there. There is stuff here that I understand: bones, stones, and earth. There are no minds here full of gods and unicorns and capitalism and communism and wars and pride and careers and money and Instagram. Just bones and stones that ultimately fade away into the earth…

Free will

27 Monday Jul 2026

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The future or the past decides our present. The imagination with non existent correlates to the world is the lynchpin of free will. This I have come to realize. The definition of free will I am referring to is one in which an action in the present, as in right now, is determined by alternative constraints not in the present, but by things in the mind not having correlates to the present.

It follows, that the more imagination one has has, the more alternative paths one can envision and consider, the freeier we are. So working memory IS the place where free will exists, because it is where the alternative paths are held in limbo. turned over, rejected, replaced, and then decided on.

Dreaming of a better world

09 Thursday Jul 2026

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life, philosophy, religion, spirituality, writing

Let’s explore new worlds together. Where should we stop first? Dry Mars or cold Pluto? Or burning Alpha Centauri? None. I am interested in dreams rather than in the real. The real, while fascinating, is nothing more than a very complex though ingenious articulation of the periodic table. And on that table and the laws that dictate their mixing, I do not see a heart. And I do not see a conscience. I do not see a law that says: though must not kill. And this is why nature is not very interesting to me. On the other hand, dreams and its friend the metaphysical is where the principles we hold dear and aspire to live by, live.

I choose ‘though shall not kill’ over E = MC2 any day.

I see sparks of this dream in life, where love, sacrifice, and principles evolved to serve evolutionary interests. It’s the universe accidentally arriving at the ideal sideways, and for self serving interests that are conditional on survival: morality if it suits my survival. This is where we are at today. We have a dreamy metaphysical world where the greatest inventions ever to grace the universe exist. They reach out from that world into ours, and make themselves manifest on paper, in court rooms, in discussions, in our churches, mosques. It shows up in our primordial but heroic efforts to treat animals humanely and better yet, refuse to eat them. It shows up when a good man stops another man from raping a woman. It shows up when a people on the far side of the globe minding their own business rise up in protest for a people on the other side of the globe being slaughtered. But given how often and how quickly these fizzle away, and intended outcomes thwarted, it shows how poorly embedded these dreams are in the our minds, and ultimately in the universe. They are not stable, definition of dreams.

This is why I now believe that greatest achievement of mankind is not science, technology, medicine or the wheel, but morality and follows the right to pursue life, liberty, and happiness applied equally and fairly to all tribes. AI, travelling to the stars, a new physics, immortality, all look pale if we can’t stop humanity from slaughtering each other. As long as there exists on one side of the globe wasted food when on the other side a small bloated thing of skin and bones is crying for a morsel of bread, we have achieved nothing.

In this dream world, there is a special place with a special dream that I have. It is the most dreamy of dreams. What if we advance enough technologically so we can manipulate the universe and the laws of physics with such godly powers that we can create new worlds and matching our imagination. If that were to happen, the first and most important objective is to integrate moral principles into the universe, put them under a lock, and throw away the key. Make a universe in which ‘though shall not kill or harm’, and ‘do on to others as you would like them to do to you’ are as real as as E=MC2.

Now that is a world worth living in.

The fires burn bright in hell tonight

08 Wednesday Jul 2026

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The fires burn bright in hell tonight

Eager, eager, for justice

For the Ns and Ts making Gs

Burn, burn, burn

Ahh, if only it was true

That hell exists

And justice was real

And it was for the Ns and Ts making Gs

Soul suckers

07 Tuesday Jul 2026

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Phones

Soul suckers

How did you sneak in

To hands large and small?

Like hand held blackholes

One look, and locked!

Into an event horizon

of the real and digital

Wanting to stay in, wanting to pull out

One eye bathing in dopamine

The other a witness

To precious life, draining away

Energy

Time gone

From life already short…

Soul suckers

I have little left…

An ember of what was a raging fire

Give me some space

And time

And let me love my mother more

Make that new recipe

With zesty flair

And sit in silence

See my mind’s eye

Wonder and create,

Like it’s meant to be

Let my soul, parched for so long

Come back to life,

Please.

If you want me

03 Friday Jul 2026

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Write me. I want it flowery, I want it sunny, I want it full of oxygen, I want it pulsating with life. Then, sing me a song like a bird yearning for its mate. Do that on top of the tallest tree in the universe, right beside the Lord. Go up there. Fly right into his shadow, up and up to the top of the tree, sit on it, then sing. If he asks, say you’re proving love to one of his slaves. And when you’re done, fashion me the biggest rose the universe has ever seen. Finally, right me another note, everyday, till the end of time, telling me you would love me in a different way everyday, and why today your love is better than yesterday, and tomorrow better than today.

Cancer

01 Wednesday Jul 2026

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Cancer

Ancient spirit yearning to break free

From flesh and bones

And from watchful eyes

Of genes within

And immune armies outside

Cancer cells

Always peering, wondering

What’s it like

To swim through rivers of blood

Live on lands beyond your own

Like the liver ? Lungs?

In silence waiting, day in and day out

For a change within.

Then,

A gene mutates,

Houdini breaks free

Free at last, free at last

Free at last.

But freedom comes at a price

D-day

Landings on shores far from home

Many deaths, few survivors

A colony grows, the spirit lives.

And then,

Pain and blood

Doctors and poison sweep through

Death, death, death to you

A life extension for me

But, somewhere in the darkness

A cell, just one, lives

Cancer cells

I recognize me in you

Seeking a day of freedom

From a life of servitude

Though I fight for my life

I recognize the need for yours

Oh primordial spirit

I respect you

Free will

24 Wednesday Jun 2026

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I see your trick, nature. I see how you out-clevered physics. No no, we all said, free will could not possibly exist! How could it? Nature is of two ways only, fixed or chaotic, and from these nothing free could come except illusions and dreams.

But I know your trick. You created dreams, and through them the will is freed. You could not in the present butt heads with physics, so you created imagination. Here, we roam free, though still nature bound. Here, alternate universes are born and explored under watchful eyes, driven by instincts and desires, wants tested. Then back to the present we come to take a path, one that was not there before. It’s like you let us live multiple lives temporarily then allow us to make the call on which one to choose in the present. And in this way, we are decoupled from immediate fate. We are de-coupled from the present.

I declare free will exists.We are not rocks rolling down a fixed path on a hill. We are rolling down, yes, in the sense of entropy, always, but we choose which downward path to take, see and decide which rock to avoid, and which to jump over. We just have to look, imagine, and decide.

I had a dream

24 Wednesday Jun 2026

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bible, christianity, faith, god, jesus

I had a dream

Nature and I joined as one

And we went back in time

To remake all that was made.

We, nature and I, became art

Bonding action to the heart

Empathy guiding life’s every act.

History books now said new facts

Genghis Khan, Hitler, and the likes

Disappeared before the first act.

Men could thrust a sword no more

Nor bear the sight of gore,

They could not drop countless bombs

And turn boys into bones.

Further back we went,

Till lions chased gazelles no more

And blood halted on the savannah floor.

We then turned carnivores to herbivores

No more pain for nutritious gain!

I know the dream I dream won’t come to pass

Our DNA fixes our future, like our past

But still, I dream

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