Sit Lux et Lux Fruit

 

Now that the sun is gleaming bright,

Implore we, bending low,

That He, the Uncreated Light,

May guide us as we go

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The death of William

Charlotte

 

She cleaned the spider webs with her witches broom that made ‘things’ disappear hard work and true work make sweaty salty work on early summer days. 

A fire too that would do

A walk on water so to be true

Thinking of the rain to come later her plan on hand to walk bare of foot and free on land.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Last night I was square on my model or it was a match.

Note: this is a fantastic algorithm. Algorithm; think of the beat the flow and the know something hidden a language for prose. 

When I step on your feet I hope I’m light as air. A scorpion sting that wasn’t expected.

Heritability

 

17 always ends up being chet 

3x2x10+7

7’ and the we get making trouble. Trouble though is not for all and all is not really trouble. 

Work on the works

Copper and gold grew in my mind as the flowers grew and tasted in time.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

The Jesuit witch felt the rumble under her feet, she moved smoothly along the ground until the moment the quake broke. Water on her brow she took the vibrating matter and rode it forward as a bird catching a wave from an automobile, where it wasn’t expected…three minutes late, right on time.

The Western Veil

 

We split the veil

we move through smoke

we shade the way

we x the spot

we use spit and pray

The Eastern sun rises in the west

emet

 

Alph

Mem 

Tav

3 more months

Life took her mother's pale horse down the mountain through the valleys and the hills, as the angels beat their drums, corners and turns tight. Canopies of greens, Golds and blue shaded her way down to the people to see and to meet.

Her Golden shoes buckled around her feet so the moon and stars could watch her move and treat while the sun shone his rays upon her trying to hide her from the true night light. Gold chains wrapped about her, stones placed here and there to hide over cover a glamor of mana. 

there she met a dragon lady

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Process Gratitude

 

To understand how something works you need to get into the nuts and bolts of the situation and sometimes you have to find out from where said nut and bolt had originated. 

grasping a derivative scaled by a Marcovian principle is flawed 

The artificial intelligences being built will be used in all sorts of different ways depending on the coder. Good or Bad it is what it is and We go from there.

There is a different kind of human nature an artificial intelligence can't See, or hear, or feel, or move or make and histories of peoples told mouth to ear and stories of old passed down long long lines from lands afar bringing their ways with them...

Step in touch

Process Gratitude

Alhamdulillah

High Noon

 

Wasn’t it lovely this equinox the light so bright 

He isn’t looking but he can See you 

There’s the door 

A triangle of dots 

A nail holding it closed 

A firery Angel so you can’t see the truth

In the light of the day 

The final noon

eh-DehN