IS--
As massless movement, it all begins;
As Seeking Rings the Essence spins;
Massless movement at the speed of C,
The primary IS of all that can be.
Rings of IS that can't be worn,
But latch together as structured form.
Latching intervals where form can change
From rings of motion to structured things,
Endless cycling sets of beat
Provide the rhythm where rings can meet.
One hundred thirty seven, a set,
Latching intervals where form is met.
Each single beat, the smallest entity,
Is nature's clock for all eternity.
From a simple beginning of primary stuff,
To an endless Cosmos, this is enough.
As stable patterns latch and form
The building blocks of atoms born,
The forces, all, plus charge and mass,
Born of motion, come to pass.
The particle families number three,
The photon, nucleon and electron, wee.
But a photon can change to a gamma, as four,
For those who declare one category more.
Since particles latch in limited ways,
So do atoms, come what may.
As endless movement, no beginning or end,
IS endures, but structures rend.
Forms and structure, tho limited of range,
Will ever endure, as endless change.
IS, at any level, seeks,
As pieces fit and development peaks,
But environments always ebb and flow,
And form, without support, will go.
And thus, we see the endless change,
As some things go and some remain.
It's building up and tearing down,
Eternity rolls and worlds abound.
And then, we see ourselves, in turn,
And muse upon what we should learn.
By instituted ignorance, our people toil,
Controlled by belief, their reasoning to spoil.
Unable to see the cultural delusion,
They struggle on in mass confusion.
With each new law of misdirection,
Autonomy is lost, with no correction.
It's only symptoms the laws address,
Control and power is Authority's quest.
Responsibility lost through legislation,
. Becomes dependancy throughout the nation.
As hopes and meaning slip away,
Anger and apathy come out to play.
We desperately cling to parasitical Authority,
Thwarting the rise of a rational majority.
But no one on Earth can make you believe,
We are naturally autonomous, our choice is free.
Would we endure through form and time,
We must accept our own true kind,
And take our lead from IS at play
As we chart our course and shape our way.
There's much to change and time is short
There's work for all, of great import,
So make the most of what you are,
Tho life is short, your reach is far.
Everett E. Allie
http://www.buildfreedom.com/tl/origin/chapter_11.shtml
http://www.buildfreedom.com/tl/origin
2006-07-20 17:25:47
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