Stasis Clock

I am learning. My love for myself maturing. It is not self-absorption, or arrogance. It's just love. How can you love someone more unless you love yourself more? When the world is a mirror, where one cannot not improve without the other, loving yourself is not selfish. How can you love yourself more if you do not love others? It is one in the same. Anger deteriorates. Bitterness holds back. And I am still struggling with these things. Yet with compassion, I am on the road to extend care for all the connections that we share. Indeed. Love is not about a crystal case with sparkling clothes. It is simply a way of life. That is sweet as our summer gradually turns and rolls into fall. Some falls arrive in September. Some are much different. I am not scared of the fall. Not this year. As my life is changing. I wanted to write the spark of realization. Actualization. A couple weeks ago, I explored Rust Tokio. And learned a little about what the Rust language provides, and what Tokio compl...

Aka helix. Around late April, I watch some recordings of DNA strands. Honestly, I couldn't tell if it was an animation or a microscopic image. It just was extremely cool. The power of repeating patterns. Language. Bindings. Forming the double helix. These patterns lead to our DNA strands. Our proteins. Our cells and the rest spanned over the timeline to create biology. Life. Thinking. Breathing. Beings. So amazing that DNA is so close to binary and digital computers. So close to language. So close to words. I reflected on this over and over and over for weeks. Until it went into the background of my mind as an active buzz that picks up anytime sounds prompt its file to open up and I think about it for a little bit. Weeks move. Weeks turn. About the time when I was writing about negative space, it was a background noise. I felt strongly that negative space was important. However. I didn't know why. It had no application I could use in any of my activities. It did serve in one wa...

Formation. Formation. Formation. Formation. Formation. Layers. Layers. Layers. Layers. Layers. Layers. Layers. -------> ------> -----> ---> --> -> > Cycles a + b, ababababababab :D D: -------> In out <------ Out in Cycles again. People. Social. Heard, seen, music. Time. Its all a mess. Breaaathe. The doubt held back. Health first. Mind as its companion. Mental, physical, journey. Journey within the same geographic location. I will. May I? Figure things. Fight. Rewind time. Its May 2026. First week. Stress latched on. I crumbled. I rejected. I fought as breathing choked off. I knew I was done. Week 1, week 3, week 4. Week 1: Checked out. Crying. Suffering. As eight months of bad months, took its toll. Week 2: I began again. Thought experiments. Imagined writing my thoughts through characters. Surprising clarity. Possible solution? Week 3: Upcoming stress, snapped me. I cried. I fell apart. Week 4: I finally started reading again. I relaxed for two weeks. Non s...