i could loose those and put it there

What if the Universe was subjective, and we could quite litterally create personal universes, based apon the rules set in us, to a point that our world is our world, meaning We collectivley created the universe we live in. So much so that the world we live in could be re-writen to a point where we can exist in “our own little world” and what if you could generate enough energy behind your new rule, to make it law, or at least temporarily exist?

Can you imagine if aliens were furry?

I just had the thought the other day, like and the ramification is that mammals are an overly ambitious set of dna and control the universe in one way or another?

not much more to say about that, other than things are working, moving, shaking ect. We will see how that works out. been drawing and such still, but doing more physical stuff, not so much photoshope stuff.

Recently, I’ve been grapling with the idea of being a god, or being godlike in my humanity.  Not that I fancy myself a god, but more what i would do with godlike powers, but retaining my humanity. Humanity in this sence meaning my human nature, the possible but unlikely death, my friends relationships and mental prowess. Also keeping all the guilt, anger, jealousy, memories of being alive and human. Think of it like a superman paradox, not the part about staying undiscovered, but the part where he has the power do destroy on a massive scale but he chooses not to.

Of course if your familiar with the mythology of superman, you know he was raised by a nice farm-operating couple who instilled in him a strong set of morals, and beleifs of protecting the innocent and ect ect.  Im getting off topic with this superman anaology, but what if one day, you were given the opprotunity to become Death, the grim reaper, but the catch being that you remain human, feel feelings, know greif, remorse, joy, and excitation. But couldnt die. you just wouldnt die, and would take souls at will to the underworld. You would physicaly be killing them though, if someone died by being hit by a car you would be the one to push them into traffic, you would be the one behind the scenes stabbing the innocent mother as shes being robbed in a dark alley with her children watching. You would be the one eating away at the brain of a cancer patient as he lay helpless on a hospital bed.  You would also, though, be the one who beats the robber senceless when he trys to short his dealer, or painfully bursts the heart out of the man who has just gotten away with drunk driving and killing 2 children and thier mother.

You would be the giver and the taker.

You would have to take the lives of your loved ones and family one day, but also have the ability to right wrongs to the extent of YOUR beleifs.  Imagine there was a quota to keep, so you couldnt one day kill no people. People have to die, and if you dont do it someone else will and if you want to keep your job, you have to kill.

To me, this ability carries a heavy price,

Follow us, our brothers to another place, a place where we can find it. that hovering, floating, precarious point of balanced happiness.

Just a little sketch dump of what I’ve been up to over the past few weeks hope you enjoy.

Today i take pause, and remember the great times and other times not so great not with remorse or with pity, just remembering. I find it funny how people progress as people, how they age and how it all breaks down to that one point, racing towards the finish line as it were.

I met today an incredible old lady, fairly racist as most are stuck in themselves and 2 months behind everything else. She talked to me as i sat and watched the sunset exclaiming to another passer-by how she loves to watch the sunset, and how the things like this, the beautiful things, she said were free and that no-one takes the time to enjoy those simple things any more. Which is true and sad.

I imagine her to have been a longing lover as a young lady, letting out a soft sigh at the sunrise or sitting in parks watching butterflys. Loving sun and life, when she could escape that is. Escape. Or mabey the reason she still looks at that old sun with loving eyes is with the yerning for the things she never did, how she worked in buildings for her youth, providing money for her family, how she wished to still be able to roll in the grass with her young lover, oh the things shes missed.

errr so yeah i uhhh. got a penny? pick it up; all day long you’ll have to carry around that extra penny. May just be the heavyest penny you have ever picked up. I mean damn, ive got a sack that jingles, and it gets lighter every day. Well thats another topic, just to get on topic lets get off topic. Life Life life. Well lets go somewhere else. I had a dream, or series of dreams really, recently where i have been grappling with the task of using my will correctly. but its not using per-say because its the act of not-using or not-doing that allows me to use it. I know paradoxical and cyclical and it doesnt make sence. but its just that I, or maybe the English language lacks the proper terminology for such an action.

The best way I can describe it is similar to knowing how to drive a car. Most anyone can use an automobile, some drive them better or worse than others. Some aggressivly some timid. Some people run thier cars into the ground, and others repair and maintain them. there are some functions of a car like 4 wheel drive that some people use, but use incorrectly, others dont even know it exists, and then a third type knows when and how to use it to maximize its effectiveness and efficiency.

The same is true with Will (or any of the other many talents we possess) You first have to KNOW that its there, that this thing exists and is usable. Its possible to brute-force it into working expending all our energy into the activity, but once you realize that it isnt something that you can effect physically like other things in our waking world then it takes signifigantly less energy, not to mention more efficiently.