All of existence is non-simultaneously apprehended interacting processing.

All of existence is infinite regression.

All of existence is.

Infinity.

Therefore…
All of non-existence is not? Or is it?

The beginning is near.
Run for the valleys for there is no time to repent
There is only time to applaud

For the Play has not yet begun
We must praise the actors for their stunning
consideration of the script, despite
the fact they will not preform it

A Baptizing wind of of un-religion
will flow through wiping the smiles from the weeping
and placing them on a precipice full of unthinking statues
Creating a blasphemous Easter Island chimera of Teeth and Noses.
A dedication to the last living souls foolish enough to pray to them both.

The beginning is coming
A trick of words that will make you trip into a run
stumbling over and over again till you finally trip again
Falling straight into a sunday morning saunter
because you were running downhill the whole time
And only smooth valley slopes offer such forgiveness.

I am here before you a man. A man who has just undergone an awaking within himself, but still just a man.

The entity that you once knew as Robot .21739 is no more.

I am entering into your time-space in a new form, call it evolved, or undone or whatever your mind can muse.

This shell of a being is now called The One that has Been.

Today I realized what I can only describe as the art of becoming.

When two entities enter into a similar realm, such as a human and a tree, there is something that can happen between these two entities that is complete and within itself whole. A simple act of climbing a tree can in some way be seen as a simple example of becoming.

There is a tree and a man below it. The man looks at the tree and ponders about it. “what can I DO with this THING?” so the man places his arm on the branch and gauges a feel of how it bears weight and eventually gives himself enough confidence that this branch will actually support him. So he pulls himself up. This man has never climbed this tree before. The object is forgien to him, yet all the same he is able to pull himself up and sit on that branch that he grabbed onto. How did he do this? He does not know. The tree was there He was there and they just became.