chains and mountains

the soft mellow tones of my surroundings, the patient air that seeps into and out my lungs. thankful, absolutely, for the new research opportunity: script deciphering with math. "Write for yourself..." this model of peace and quiet churning out thoughts and meditations of the heart, blithely scrapping away thoughts and melting together ideas that were nothing but electricity to begin with; I wonder what will become of thotdrop, really. so many memories to analyze, to search for meaning through.

command-chaining: a novel idea, applied to human habits: could I pull that off? Map our behaviors statistically and provide patterns that easily let us grow and improve – chaining together thoughts infinitely until our physical limits, the jail bars that we stretch our arms through, imprison higher orders of thought: nope, still trying to escape. a hundred years to reach, hundred years of happiness to continue spreading before the vice (virtue?) of life rains upon the imprisoned; when the jail bars melt, the door opens, the chaining of infinite thoughts becomes possible.

mountains upon mountains of silence: a search for utility, shadows in a land with no light: those mountains should be dug up, or buried, or shredded.

but those mountains are right here, growing with every word.