The N00sphere
From Whence the Starseed Comes
Our purpose is clear:
itβs bliss
.
Our mission?
To listen with our hearts.
So many are unheard.
We heed only tyrants and divas.
What will be left for the meek to inherit?
Meditation reveals our mycelium.
Neuralink & Starlink are needless simulcra.
Listen to the children
and the cetaceans π¬
Dolphins know thereβs nothing to win.
Whales sing a sad, sad song.
We must listen to the trees
barking in the breeze.
To the butterflies who flutter by
spinning up hurricanes,
whispering wisps of insurrection
while bees buzz of sweet revolt.
Sovereign as we may each be,
no one and everyone is steering the ship.
Spaceship Earth flies Ourself.
All for one and one for all.
When all of our voices
sing in harmony,
a Starseed coalesces.
Until then, we quiver in discord,
a cacophony of shrieking egos.
Can we learn to laugh furiously?
Can we turn rage into joy?
We came crying, crying We go laughing, laughing Game, game, game Life is a game Iβll tell you one thing No demands forever Just give and give and give Kanti Kaka