Finally! One of my scheduled posts from 2013 is coming tomorrow. In lieu of this event my blog today is just going to be some thought provoking media from across the web. My favorite from the blogosphere this week is The Time Machine Writing Challenge that allows everyone, even you readers, to become time travelers. This is a critical moment in history where time travelers from all across the world can tell their stories, all #ENCRYPTEDWITHFICTION so that The Grand, Primary, and First Law of Time Travel “Those of us that know, are those of us that know” holds true. Indeed by now my readers have realized I have fictionalized parts of my posts in order to encrypt important messages and meanings. These could be poems, songs, other blogs that carry significant meanings, articles, and pictures.
So elegant were The Travelers in this contest that they were regarded purely as SciFi. But those with Chronosthesia could see through the encryption, well as the existence of Project eXa and a few others before this contests creation; in order to meet another challenge yet to be conceived from the future.
friends, and a few prying eyes.
UPDATE: The Snowdryft Reveal
Adventures With Socrates
Davinci and the Cave
What Is It About Caves and Time Travel?
Who Are the Enniad? What is their connection with The Travelers? Is there a cave somewhere here too?
This one isn’t about a cave
Why else eXa?
An understanding of one
The cavernous walls here at the bottom are far enough away that they echo when I call.
I can see the upper edge but I cannot reach, no matter how high on my tiptoes I stand.
There is a desire that goads – coaxes and taunts – as I stand deep in my hole and yearn.
I have hurt myself once more by over-extending in trying to touch the sky.
Just beyond my grasp the blue and white air slips between my fingertips again.
I want out, I want up, I want more. None of this self-pity for me.
Pity, cowering fear, is for those who do not want up, out, and more.
Not paralyzed, I do not lie in wait for opportunity.
I am ever-striving. Ever wanting. Ever hungering.
The void inside creates a vacuum. I’m ravenous.
So much just beyond my hole is waiting, enticing.
I am for making my own opportunities.
To fill the emptiness that means I haven’t
Become that which I am meant to become
Seized created opportunities,
Loved with abandon, laughed in joy,
Killed or birthed, hunted or caught.
I stand at the bottom
In the emptiness
And the essence