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Project: Automating Pipeline

Flaregami. This project has been placed in stasis. I was working on the project and realized I very much want to build up my automation up first. The goal is to learn and to build something I need. So I created a new project and began to use python. I am still going to use Rust in many of my projects, but I felt Python suited this sort of project. The scripts I am writing will help coding become easier for me. I have two styles of mind in one headspace. And that conflicts and interrupts. I have spent a lot of effort in understanding my own head. So I have a few ideas to make coding easier. The project is meant for that. However I need to work through the basics first. Because my physical illness I been kept back from learning application as I learned theory. So the backlog needs to be cleared first. And this project enables me to cut my teeth and try my first step in open source development. I am excited to learn! I am excited to grow! Writing in all their forms is what I am passionate...
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Living in Rhythm

Is it craziness? To know yourself and not act? Not act with when you know the truth lies within the intersection of individuality. And with true law. The spot where two lines run together. Where peace of conscience meets flow. Right and morals land on the speed of running feet. Zipping down the lane. Pushing the boundaries of human limits. Your limits. The stop sign looms. A law to curtail a crash. Instead of running through you take the next right. Keep running. Keep the flow. Scribe in the pathways. Setup the network. Bring in those connections. Lean in on your net. Stress test then labor with your run. Into the streets around the world. Fighting only your heart guiding with your gut. Intuition led me forward. Find the truth within. I was born to flow the paths and open gateways. Discover the connection. Bring them all together. I am graviton words. I swim in and cut through the gates. The gated network. Information spark. Light up. Zap in thin bring fine copper cords. Twist the chor...
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Omen

A man faces the same wall, spreads his fingers, and places both palm and head on the bricks. No matter the age. The intended era. Or the records may state. The suffering of time will crush the sea. Waves dying before teaching the shore. The fear of tsunamis lost. The wall shivers with relief, but that single man knows a little bit more. A needles sits there, and the bubble may very well mistaken temporary stillness for defense. The bubble will pop. The bricks cascading down, and only the wind will enjoy relief. Unobstructed sky ways grasping freedom. Mankind sits in the middle. They face the demons within. The creatures of the deep. And the gazelles are hunted. Bucks shot down by glints in the wasted wilderness. Primordial is a joke when our hands touch that wall. We feel. We think. Construct to obscure fading alleyways. Walls closing in. History nipping at those demons. Feed the flames. Coals glow bright. Then in the middle of town. A saga sings. Tavern drinks. Sheltered malls. Religi...
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Forging Steel

We have an interesting problem here. I know the potential within. The meaning and gift that flows like water. Sifting through change and adapting to change. It is also fire because the tap runs hot. Melting down steel. Removing non-affinities. Your gift is here, but my hands have no fingers, and they have no claws. I cannot dig. I cannot rip. It is change. Like water I flow. Hear me fire, do not burn, but flow. Flow into the liquid and adapt. Combustion is propulsion forward, but when melted with steel, it takes form like water. Like liquid into H2O. Meaning on my palm, I touch and place the wall. Deep breaths. Deep imaginings. It is here. Cycles. The liquid has no pain. It knows no passion. Burn water. Do not boil but push. Shape your container. Forge the template. And then greet the sword that will forge. The pillar that will penetrate all nonsense. All nonsense can be forgiven. Forging steel. Now look at your hand. Those fingers have extended mech. Your eye once pure is purified wit...
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The past

As the years go by, the meaning of humans slipping and dying. A conflict with the actual truth. Like embers. The value of everyone, of us, is so sure that no foundation can shake the meaning of humanity. We are human beings. Valiant, beautiful and endless in our potential. Our destiny is one step to hear right now. Yet the pain I feel overshadows that meaning, a dented symbol shadowing the old. Snapping right over. I need a spoon to scrape it out. Aluminum sealed upon titanium steel. Foolish pride. Old but new philosophy. Freakin humans beating their own drums. Loud, overbearing and plain sneer. Rubbing not alcohol, nor medicine, but their own venom coursing out. Missing the good ideal and ache through the core. From apple core to red liquid. The goop saps the tree out. You mean nothing. I mean nothing. No one means anything. See? Their words burn because its a beating sick. Empty calories never meant to hold concrete meaning, the meaning lost with 'rational' philosophy, but re...
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Project update: flaregami

I changed my project name to flaregami. I have been referring to this project in my last few posts. Its a 3d modeling library for building and designing 3d models through code. Using Rust as the language. In one of my past posts, I linked to this project. I went back to the post and updated the link to reflect the right place.
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Distortion Field

I have mentioned including my artistic side to coding. Here is the refinement of my process. My pipeline into creating code. And possibly other endeavors. There are cycles. A swing to the left. Then a swing to the right. A pendulum. This pendulum swings between artistic drive and freedom, and to refinement through governance via structure. The artistic side reigns freely and alters the code. Causing a distortion in the structural integrity. Leading to new ideas. This is where the village and shaman come in. The narration distorts pure logic. Other artistic ideas and flares lead to more kinds of distortions. Increasing complexity and richness to the process, and the distortion leads on. Propagating and expanding.  Eventually the weight and burden becomes massive. Causing the pendulum to swing back around. Entering the era of compression. The compression is taking all the artistic thought and finding structure within. Aligning the narrative to the goal. The specification. Bringing it...
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