i lost my brother 34ys he had a daughter; let me tell you about life death and Time;

Consciousness can't endure space/time continuum; it's the language of purpose;

Our rudimentary technology trascends Time with memory information fixation and manipulation like a simple photograph or a complex blockchain social network database;

Now we see there are more dimensions than we thought of; Mathematica language showed us n-dimensions in quantum realms possibilities because observation is an active method; not passive;

Surfing steemit feels the same as beeing in an upper dimension accesss; 5D; because you can go past,present,even create triggers for future post events thus defining future;

Feels like a simulation in steemit? what about outthere?;

i see inert people going happy because its friday;
thinking Time and endofyear and holidays occurs just at the right Time;

i lost my brother recently 34 years old;
i lost him in 1 second;
an entire life;
34 years young in 1 fucking second;

Fuck Space;
Fuck Time;
Fuck Reality;
Fuck the System;
Fuck your constructs;

still i feel programs are running all over the place;

language.defines(reality);

we are fungi childs;

Symbiotes technological entities fungi/plantae/animales;

Fungi trascends language dimensions of Time; of Form;
of Life and Death;
of purpose;

Networks create form across dimensions with conciousness as an emergent property;

a conciousness that connects to the internet;
to blockchain to acquire information;

to survive;
to feel;
to be Loved;

WE ARE technological entities;
as Fungi childs;
connecting into;
Hyperspace;