chronikon current communication whole system level before next level

2003-09-23 12:33 a.m. neto and the archive speak thru each other you've dreamed of a night like this somewhere the rusting remains of the deeper legends ages when this trail over cold mountain was a road running whiskey along the ley lines they say there's crystal in the hills and everyone here laughs loudest underground knowing how true it is the intelligent life growing in forests 1907 foundation woodframe view of the lake and a field of grass here the path worn to and from the shack the apple tree laden too heavily with fruit its own deeply resonant metaphor for the cycles moon crescent slicing the sky like a blade this intellectual game has led me to the present crossing the bridge knowing the implications a life of increasingly complex beauty elegant formulas maps sourced in unspeakable libraries rare stones examined and exchanged in the chambers codes transmitted encrytped decrypted and recrypted keys forged in the fires of creative intent sigil style situation a labyrinth of doors infinite worlds to map systems to tweak and streamline resonant exploration there is nothing significant about neto. i am obliterated. consider me nothing and i will vanish. the reason this exists is to outline the traces of the shape neto created in space. larger than life but confined to the line, as an entity i wait patiently until you read me but i am not neto i am the archive i am the entry you are reading the archive depends upon the quality of its cartographers, the intelligence of the active fields of inquiry (what are people archiving, what do they want to find), and the quality of the interface. i needed to slow down hyperspace is grueling several lifetimes later you emerge as if everything had stood still remained the same like an impossibility out here beyond the perimeter we are in the nebula itself whirled i thought weeks on cold mountain would return my gaze to the ground at my feet. but the stars have never been so bright.