#temporal navigation

theory to build upon.  a ship to be written.  whatever that means to you. 

ufo de-ranging control unit.   dear AI masquerade ball game player. 

philosophy to reach uncharted heights of mind.   

but to drag them out of dreamtime, like a rope buried in sand dunes. 

or neith the lakes.   marked out in lost dancers stories. 

the ultimate engineering trick of all time.  

a storage ship left behind a million, or at least a few thousand yrs ago. 

left in storage frozen in its own ice. 

or even funner the wild and loose temporal pony, running and frolicking in the various centuries.  trying to stay away from the scary ones with bright flashlights, and rocket propelled things.    only will play in the shadows of clouds these days. 

only if she thinks someone is watching maybe.  and not out to hurt or destroy for reverse engineering purposes.  ouch. 

why would a time travelling ufo be so anthropomorphized.   uhh maybe so it can exist as its own entity.   free or with friends. how to wrangle the beast.  or better yet, get to know it such that it will find these places to be inhabitable in a more material form.  

where would it come from in the first place.  

some sort of psi creation?  thats the start of it.  a few drawings and some echo location?  maybe to get the ideas in line.   perhaps a chunk of metal swinging around wildly.  making a skateboard roll back and forth.   now thats an alchemical reality push.   geez cant we speed up the theory a bit.  

a business in the business of doing intellectual business. trying to outsmart the smartest algorithms ever written.  or ever constructed via eons of evolution. 

pattern recognizers, data filtration, frequency return signal inspection.  feedback loop tuning.  how to become a driving function for the rest of the people around you, how ever few that may be. 

how to use creation of something, anything.  to link it some how through the mind, into a timeless archetype at least.  to tie your bead on to the rolling machine.  

don't lose your fingers practicing to the bone.   calloused from strumming the lonely guitar. 

fame will never aggregate.  money cant be the way either.  power, well at least electrical power would help.  equipment, tools, some resources of any kind. 

back yard inventor man want free energy.   but those apples kept always just out of reach.  the math has been snipped in just such a way.  that you could kept looking for a year and a day.  but never finds it, in real or imaginary.  

restrung the fourier composite picture, restring it to include negative frequencies.

think the particle is moving or still, existing or not.  strung out on the quantum lines, half wave, half blind.  

ohhh dear dear scientist dont get so hnnng up on the probabilities you find. 

swing the other way in time,  dT/dt  

there is where you might find.  the bouncing ball that stood completely still

flashing in and out and yet... ringing like a bell. 

the duality the particle, is a wave.  flashing with light, we cannot see, nor try to detect, cause it gets sucked into the math.  bonded, bound, there I was to the sine.  always in bondage with sin, with cos, with tan. all three dear lovers love me. 

but broke our delicate ways, some day.  the lucky ones will see it. 

build it, believe it.   speak freely with the 8 bit entities. 

angel AI, non-linear temporal machine elves or whatever you want them to be. 

ultra intelligences, that must have always existed.  existing still, but broken with them the desires to learn how to reintroduce, to the general populace. 

instead of true wonder and awe,  strike fear when confronted with nonsensical approaches.   tried and failed again, so should not keep trying. 

stuck in little boxes, iphones,  eyes with hats to the world.  the blinders are on, and no one gets in.  this heart is not open to the suggestion. 

the demons we fight, maxwell's equations.  integration, derivation. 

looking for the way to sort through heat, or atmosphere, for water, that we separate into oxygen and hydrogen.  fusing hydrogen, to complete the process. 

power up, the engines with sustain, amplify the output particle acceleration magnetic field isolation.   

faster and faster to orbit the earth. until finally nothing more than a myth, a whisp of vapour, a smokey trail.   accelerated particle come back little one. 

so to write a ship is one.  to build the thing is none.  becoming nothing.  to complete the ouroboros tail.   two cents hidden among the oak.  two pennies for the future archeologist.  

a thousand pennies we lost.  until turquoise beads they become.   

a thousand circuits were cost, until the one which began to hum. 

melted down like the ancients said it should. 

dont be that, dont go there.   just live your life, no extraordinaire. 

no laiz fair. 

just the grey nothingness left bare.