#cosmicawareness — Public Fediverse posts
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Where the Fae Still Wander Free
There is a place in the Appalachian spine where the mountains remember before memory— where mist does not merely drift, but thinks. There, the veil has thinned— not torn, not broken— but lifted, gently, as though two worlds agreed to breathe the same breath. And in that quiet covenant, the fae still roam….https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/28/where-the-fae-still-wander-free/
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The Hypothesis of Quantum Entanglement, Binary Structures, and the Unified Field of Awareness
An exploration of quantum entanglement, consciousness, and the hidden connection between biological systems and binary code—where science and awareness begin to converge. -
The Hypothesis of Quantum Entanglement, Binary Structures, and the Unified Field of Awareness
An exploration of quantum entanglement, consciousness, and the hidden connection between biological systems and binary code—where science and awareness begin to converge. -
The Hypothesis of Quantum Entanglement, Binary Structures, and the Unified Field of Awareness
An exploration of quantum entanglement, consciousness, and the hidden connection between biological systems and binary code—where science and awareness begin to converge. -
The Hypothesis of Quantum Entanglement, Binary Structures, and the Unified Field of Awareness
An exploration of quantum entanglement, consciousness, and the hidden connection between biological systems and binary code—where science and awareness begin to converge. -
The Hypothesis of Quantum Entanglement, Binary Structures, and the Unified Field of Awareness
An exploration of quantum entanglement, consciousness, and the hidden connection between biological systems and binary code—where science and awareness begin to converge. -
#Poetry #TheNewYorker #Housefly #CosmicAwareness #ContinentalDrift
This just gets me thinking. I really like it:
As For The Housefly
by T.R. Hummer 2016Bashing its head against the kitchen window,
its sentience is a quasar, it has lived
Twenty fly years trying to understand transparency,
while for me, only half a day has passed
Since it blew in the back door as I was getting the mail.
But I hear the cosmos howling fiercely inside
Its minuscule cranium. Time is compressed in its soul
like neutrons in plasma. When I walk
Across the kitchen, I am continental drift, I move
My arms like a spiral galaxy. No wonder
It is frantic as I open the pane. How long must it take
for the air to cool and the sun to sink into
Its consciousness, how long for the speed of light to change?