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 with steel. Knowledge, intelligence. Writing those symbols. Adding to your very being. Breathe. Your breath will never leave, and the steel will never steal. You are the forger.

I have sought knowledge. I sought to increase my intelligence. Volcanos with molten steel, ocean with pearls, dive into depths. The cycles of creation. The cycles of life. This earth is so beautiful. I capture with my eyes. The mind so eager to consume. Down it goes to my core. Gifts where are you?

Every layer. Ever container. Every addition. Core rotate. Core cycles. You are coals that ignite. Emotions strong as the sea. Logic plasma into the stars. Cross the cycles. Flow one into another.

The flipbook. The story book. Pages zoom past. Chapter by chapter, inch to word. Words illusions to speak of. This ache. Meaning come to me. Meaning can I grasp. Bionic hands.

The primal. The forces that beg the forge. My hands bionic intention I grasp. Pull and bend to reshape. Symbols speak of. Symbols whisper. In any shape, any meaning as creation is the star. Burning star that begs my eye. Look at the cosmos.

So I study. Cross my legs at 19. Begin to meditate. That didn't work. I adapted. Created my own visualization my own games. Trying to reach the core. Initiate the spin. Then watched as ideas once fantasy stayed fantasy. Ideas are still ideas. Meta stays meta. Then I met virtual. And realize virtual is part of reality. It powers the bionic. Can art meet with realization? Virtual touch real and real whisper ideas to emulate?

Month by month.

Last September. I stretched out. It was game time. Code. Write. Code. Meditate. Study, chat with AI, pray. I will penetrate to the core. It is mine to claim. My birthright. My endowed gifts. Bring the art together. Like passion flow like water. And water turn plasma bright clear. Flash. Heat. Pour into my heart. One with the virtual. I sing as I work. It is time.

October. I smile. Things are looking up. The forging is near complete. The process smooth and sharp as steel. Hot like plasma guns. Soaring through the cosmos of my headspace. Spinning to bring galaxies. Forging my own ecosystem. Although. This is not my own.

Prayer to seek for guidance. Teach me what I have been given. Please. I am humbled. Knowing that I am incomplete. This journey is not over. Far from it, but I always defer to the source of all creation. He has this under control. I just need to listen, adapt and bring humility. There is always another corner. Another place to inform me. What to refine. What to throw away.

I am not afraid of change.

That is why like lego pieces my work is. To bring the cycles my work needs to be small. Extremely minute in scope. So specific there is no doubt. Like how stars are all the same essence, but they form formations, altered patterns to bring artists to their knees. Keep it small.

When it is small, I can bring in my heart. I always build with need, or desire. I have this instinct that this new, individual piece will help me with my next goal. I need this. Let's go build it. There is compass, there is recorded maps, but I do not write grand plans. Going after grand plans is not my rhythm. The grand plan is already felt. Already planted. Like a tree. The roots grow. Like a sunflower that seeks the sun. I grow to the source. And wrap all my effort around the giving source. Becoming part of it. Learn from it. Envision growth then seek the next point. Connecting dots together. A web of network.

Tiny modules are self-contained and are so easy to build with. Hence the metaphor. They are standards. A open protocol. Through which information can flow. The protocols is a governance that guides and gives structure. If one piece needs change, discard or updates, its so easy because of protocols. No harm is done. And my update is small. Focus on making each module modular and helpful.

We see this in coding all the time. OOP everything is a object. Functional programming where everything is pure functions with immutable data. Protocols guide the structure.

This is where art and design choices shine. When they follow protocol, they can do all sorts of crazy things and the whole system will accept it. Crazy meaning out of norm, but still well designed. Benefiting from the unconventional ideas and becoming new, rich layers. Each modular piece becomes a cycle. Where art and technical can play together. Then they form a new symbol to add to the network of the system. Systems upon systems.

The lego piece analogy is the concept of self-similar.

Repeating patterns where scale is broken. No matter how big or how small every composition looks the same. Within those repeating patterns, art can grab out and alter the pattern. Include new ideas, new concepts and flows that integrate well with the self-similar pattern.

Emerging growth. Emerging systems. They form out of self-similar governance. Repeating patterns like the stars to form the color and hues of the galaxies. Space debris and dust.

Look at Unix. Everything is a file. The concept of pipes that push bytes. When everything is a file, they all share the same protocol creating the self-similar pattern. Fractals. Then within the process of files, drivers, network, operations, graphics, text editor, processing. Everything. Flows between and into files. Using pipes and other protocols that these systems share. Repeating patterns.

The art is looking at the self-similar and introducing new things. Powerful. Painters do this all the time. Out of each wet layer, they pull with their brush. Where colors mix and shades are enjoyed as one canvas. One world. One portrait. A illusion into landscape that is no different from the virtual space of digital systems.

As the painter is bringing something to life with their brush.

Then comes the records. Every stroke of the brush, a snapshot is taken. Snap. Recording what happened. This is important as resources are built. It is emotional and cognitive. Every rhythm beat is marked by the snap of record. It can be a screen recording, logging in a journal, picture of your work. Snap. Just take the snapshot at every planned beat. This leads us to real time systems.

With every snapshot, we get a live feedback system. The writing of the symbols, the painting of combined lines all share projection. A outward motion. To compile and bring the stars into cosmos. Into galaxies that shine. Projection is the power of real time systems. From point A that expands outwards to encompass the space of point B. This is your real time system. A reflection for every action. Every choice ripples and cascades with meaning. Sound is heard. Traveling with information. Containing the information. Like how a projector at school enlarges the image for all to see. It compiles all the virtual objects and place them in one unified sphere. Using the protocols established.

Like an app developer, who as they code, see their app update in real time and show what the app looks like with every compile every save as they hit ctrl-s.

I do this with writing. I use markdown. As I type, I see a window showing me the actual document as I write. Giving me, a tactile, live feedback system. Every beat, every snapshot projects out the resulting image.

Showing me what all my symbols are creating in the rising space. Digital spaces are amazing.

Then there are attitudes. Deep actions that allow the self-similar patterns to have emergence within every beat. Every development. Every alteration.

I focus on play.

Three books come to mind.

- "The Well-Played Game: A Player's Philosophy" by Bernard De Koven

- "Reality Is Broken: Why Games Make Us Better and How They Can Change the World" by Jane McGonigal

- "SuperBetter: The Power of Living Gamefully" by Jane McGonigal

Play is naturally inclined to bring different elements and build. Play and dance. Dance and build. I play games while I write, I imagine scenarios as I walk. I grab onto the elements and make them spin around. Flow as one. Disrupt self-similar patterns, break rules and then create emerging patterns as I reconstruct everything. This is highly enjoyable work that feeds patterns and builds new systems. New systems that have life and breathe on their own, and they do come to life as my play brings them to light. I dance with the dance. I cry when I laugh. Its art following rules following governance.

A cycle that swings back and forth. My two extremes love to dance when my efforts become a playground to enjoy the sphere I was created with. The sphere being the domain. My domain. My specialty.

I have fun. The fun gives me reasons to smile. As I love my life. It is productive, it is meaning and I thrive in this domain.

Low pressure, low stakes creates the most rich systems as my play is directed by my need. And my life seeks the source of all Light.

One step at a time. Snap. Ha ha. That is a nice possibility. Another step. Snap. Hmmm.... I think I need better governance here. Wouldn't this be nice. Snap. Ah... I see the pattern. So I pull out my mental brush and emerge new patterns.

Snap.

I smile.

The rhythm forms.