Next-generation clocks might lead to new types of gravity sensors for exploring underground natural resources and fundamental studies of the Earth.

fuck. why can’t we just reduce the population. every thing i read that has to do with science and progress has to do with ever expanding human’s domination over this earth, instead of addressing the real problem of simply reducing our hoard. how did i in the last few weeks turn amish? the magazines and media touting our horn as if recent discoveries are worth anything. in the age of retardation.

i forget to have a good time. i have no desire anymore. i am about to abandon all my work.

how will i obtain knowledge in the future? without technology.

it’s in the ground. in the life all around you. ninety percent microbes. a bit of matter. and a lot of space.

there it is. the urge to write. the let go, the slip, more than you could ever know. put down. captured. champions.

distracted and moving on. abandoning it when it would have been prudent to persist. walk away. turn my back. and never return for fear of turning to salt. thanks amigdala. i am a terrible wizard. fail. i have no energy. the greywolf holds me down. yet raises me up. such a burden to figure out what optimal is. to resist the natural flow because i have the notion of free will. thinking i can think. missing so much when i cling to one thing. focus the pleasure, dim the light. i don’t even know where i am going with that, and i suppose that is the essence, no matter how pre recorded. one of ush has to slow down. syncrhronize. flow. retrieving data that doesnt exist anymore. was it ever there, as i have memory of. who manufactured what.

seperate it out.

later.

what started as a good thing has become so hard. why don’t people post their passwords online?