You really want to change the world? Tired of the same old ideas, the same things tried, year after year, watching the world get overrun?

Ten billion people can do anything they want… think about it

The ten billion group

I sleep along the brick and mortar
I’m what collects in darkened halls
While laughter dances in white stockings
Play like leaves down Autumn streets
It tortures me this life of light
Furrows where a brow would be
What grace the things of bodies
What light the eyes of dancers
Waiting for I can’t remember
to be felt… to be seen… not a hidden thing

From our information we imagine what we want… fossils become evidence for our ideas… ideas become evidence for what we want. In the physical observable world there is only one reality. In the world of what is, consensus is not evidence.

Good science will establish what is, and lead to more good science… wanting things to be real, leads to more wanting. We can begin to examine our relationship with what is by asking , “What do I want?”.

We can be researchers… or followers

As light and sound are interchangeable the library held not only the visual memories of all the beings but the sound their living made as well… they sang. The tones were unimaginable and I won’t even try to describe them to you, but they remained since the beginning and I heard them as they orchestrated themselves into the most phenomenal symphony