The molecules responsible for your conscious (and subconscious)  memory will decay eventually. There is no entity that defies physics with the ability to transfer a wireless version of you. Maybe people will have the ability to download in the future, but for now, we are the unfortunate bearers of ignorance.

It’s a miracle.

With a complete understanding of the properties of our universe, this word [is/will be/should be] obsolete. If numbers hold a message, then we are in for a surprise, if we don’t kill ourselves by then.

A happy family.

Passing your genetic code is a selfish and selfless act. Selfish, because maybe you’re not the best. Selfless, because it’s a sacrifice to curiosity and time. It’s the only guaranteed way to live on, somehow. Maybe if I freeze myself.

I wish this reality were somehow simultaneously governed by whimsical and magical occurrences that simulated the existence of a greater “force.” Maybe I would suffer less by knowing too much.

[This will be updated as I continue to think.]

I wish we could all download the motion pictures of our mind’s eye, since, there are too many imperfect variables to express the exact thought of the director.

Variables.

In all honesty, any deviation from the plan is caused by variables. You.

You weren’t part of the plan.

I could have done so much more without you. I could have been the best me, today, without you. My name could have echoed farther without you.

You are the black hole to my space-time fabric.

You weren’t part of the plan

Then again, my plan is flawed.

Thermogenesis occurs in both human and machine; work and heat are proportional, but the machine does not warm up with the thought or presence of you. Such a thing would be inefficient, a waste of energy. The thermogenesis you induce in me, though, is much more complex in language, and on a different dimension.

Tactile-induced thermogenesis:
When you draw your ideas on my skin;
When you suckle my lip;
When you play with my hair;
When your breath teases my neck;
When I feel for you.

Electrochemically-induced thermogenesis:
The thought of you.

I am your inefficient machine.

“Una máquina de pensar en tí.”

Take me into the dark
So I can appear in the void.
I dance through your thoughts
And revive those destroyed.

Meaning is everywhere when nothing has meaning.
Next time don’t wait when something needs intervening.

The closest thing to a soul would be antimatter.
Whether it exists here or in parallel, I hope for the latter.

All this reason woven into rhyme.
Senseless in time.

Perhaps there is lack of ingenuity,
But that’s our ambiguity.

It takes a lot of oblivion to think of a creator. A diamond is beautiful, somebody, or something, must have thought of this. Only they have not. It took pressure, given certain circumstances, and we need not complicate the explanation further.

The ash for your Wednesday…

The ash for your Wednesday exploded in a beautiful instant.
The ash for your Wednesday combined, simply.
The ash for your Wednesday combined further.
The ash for your Wednesday illuminated.
The ash for your Wednesday aged.
The ash for your Wednesday collapsed.
The ash for your Wednesday exploded.
The ash for your Wednesday synthesized.
The ash for your Wednesday regrouped.
The ash for your Wednesday lived.
The ash for your Wednesday died.
The ash for your Wednesday is on your forehead.
The ash for your Wednesday continues to expand, forever.
You continue to expand, forever.

It’s the inevitable cycle you attempt to derive meaning. How selfish.

]]> http://anielalalatina.wordpress.com/2011/03/09/the-ash-for-your-wednesday/feed/ 1 Ani I was a star, and I still am. http://anielalalatina.wordpress.com/2011/02/24/note-to-self/ http://anielalalatina.wordpress.com/2011/02/24/note-to-self/#comments Thu, 24 Feb 2011 05:59:06 +0000 Aniela https://anielalalatina.wordpress.com/2011/02/24/note-to-self/ ]]> 2.23.11 – Note to self, stay outside longer.
2.24.11 – Note to self, have sex.
2.25.11 – Note to self, smile.
2.26.11 – Note to self, love.
3.1.11 – Note to self, evolve. It does not lead to perfection, it’s an adaptation to the instant before.
3.3.11 – Note to self, try, and try again.
3.5.11 – Note to self, improvise.
3.6.11 – Note to self, don’t forget to enjoy the slightest of details. They often mean more than the bigger picture.
3.8.11 – Note to self, don’t partake in the game “Telephone.”
3.8.11 – Note to self, don’t be afraid to update your philosophy.
3.9.11 – Note to self, don’t let knowledge disappoint you, or stress you. Ignorance is not bliss.
3.11.11 – Note to self, the positive in me outweighs the negative…keep it that way.
3.15.11 – Note to self, read, see, hear, and feel the art of others.
3.16.11 – Note to self, focus. Focus to love, focus to listen, focus to learn, focus to ignore, focus to forget; focus on you, nobody else will.
3.19.11 – Note to self, learn to let go.
3.22.11 – Note to self, 7 billion people.
4.3.11 – Note to self, people come and go, but your goals are for you to keep forever.

Think. Feel. Move. Mechanical, electrical, physical, chemical, biological, mathematically speaking.

Acknowledge the void between you and you, the chaos is evident. Chaotic harmony is possible, very possible. You and I were, and are, insignificant evidence of such a thing.

Infinite space. Infinite time. Infinite density. Finite beginning. Infinite repetition. Somehow we are in between the in-between.

This is difficult to grasp, but we don’t need to. Either way, I try.

Study me. Predict me. It is possible, but there is no time.

I’m not keeping track of how many days I’ve gone facebook-less. It’s no where near as significant as some may want to make it seem.

“Where have you been?” As if I had disappeared.

“Why did you leave?”
“I got tired.”
“Of what?”
The answer is you.

I grew tired of the meaningless sentences.
I lost interest in what you considered important.

You were two different people, and I happened to take a liking to the one that shared the most in common with me. It took me longer to realize than it should have.

You and I are fond of gas exchange. We laugh at each others gestures. I let you know what I want you to know, and you don’t mind the rest.

We initiate chemical reactions and catalyze the slow ones. It’s easy.