There is still a glow in the sky, though the sun slipped under the horizon more than ten minutes ago. The most pervasive powers are easily not noticed. That means they are firmly set in place.

I am walking on the beach, Huntington Beach, though I didn't want to at first. But now that I'm here it was obviously the best thing to do. I imagine this ocean like liquid hematite stretching to Japan or some other imaginary land. I am throwing my energy that direction so I might create a path and end up there in body soon. I think of destiny building (aka magick) like learning a new dance move - with repetition and intent, one forces neurons through new circuts, literally designing one's own infrastructure and fortifying a neurological pathway in the brain, in the body each time you get it "right". We call this coordination. I am building coordination towards imaginary lands across this hematite sea.

The waves glimmer and dark spots float insignificantly on top: brave surfer boys optimistic about the ever-next-better wave. Their bodies are young leather, their hair scarecrow gold, their shoulders strong to their sport, always a little rounder in the middle than a dancer, though. One dark spot is a girl. She is different than the boys. While they are learning to surrender while standing, she learns to stand while surrendering. We are all little dark spots. We all have something to learn.

Like me: trying to hold a new Chaos concept called 'non-local intelligence' in my head. I don't understand it, but I know I can with a little practice (concept coordination). Everything I see is hardware in the computer - something you, I, we, our race, our species, our biosphere has built to support the software. The hardware is a system and is here not there. The hardware is concrete and is this not that. The hardware exists within the space/time continuum and is most definitely now not then. But the software, the information, the intelligence is non-local, all-pervasive, uber-omni, the Eye of Saromon. Of course I don't even understand what I'm thinking about right now. Just pushin those neurons through, forging new pathways so that over the next however many millennia, if enough poets, yogis, children and criminals entertain this type of thought, the human brain just might develop a new lobe to accomodate thoughts of this sort - we call it evolution. Hey, the reptiles did it without even knowing. The human ego, our self awareness, is certainly good for something.

To all the system breakers: good job pushing that evolution thing forward. Thank you. Thank us. Thank us very much.

The wave now surrounds me up to the knees and pulls me gently, like my many lovers, trying to lure me in. And I dream three times a week for as long as I can remember, about drowning. I have seen it over and over, peacefully with lungs full of water. So convincing, so enticing, those kisses on my feet. Who will be the one to take me away? I do so love being loved and being pulled at. I'm promised to the Undertow, but that is not today.

In the dark I stumble across my tennis shoes on the shore, sitting exactly where I left them an hour ago before this wandering sunset stroll. The more I test the goodness of people, the more I find people are good. What the Thinker thinks, the Prover proves. Is it a reflection I see in every face around me then, what a self-compliment that my world is honest, generous, and infinitely interesting.

Maybe intelligence, consciousness, the software is non-local and metaphor, science, productivity and silence are all the exact same thing. In that case, I see that learning to swim would certainly eliminate the fear of being swept off my shore by love. But then I would loose the life/death struggle before surrender.

Drowning is romance to me.

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