First time ive been in civilization in about 2 momths. Stopped briefly in Prineville coming from a 9 mile hike with to many rocks. Sent a flatrate box to my sister of an asortment of them to hopefully set some tracks for our art project collaboration. The idea is to make something custom and to aunction it along with other things. I’ve been rockhounding like a mad half man. Yesterday i pondered what does it mean to go full automated. What do I need to preserve and what can be swiped out. I feel like my conscious might be a pivital component to being human. If i give that up and go all cybernetics how would i act? What would it look like can i transform one way and go vack to partially human. How does my observation double slit experiment change with my effect on the environment. Can a cyborg find my coulbate (soulmate). It is a silly but serious matter. With so many people skeptical of the future could becoming a cyborg help turn the page of society apprehensive and disbelief of ying yang of life. How many see the world ending how many see it begin and how many think we are quantumly between planes? I havent updated my blog very much at all. Ill upload some photos now of some of my bread winner rocks. Lots of stuff to share but little time to do so. This is the first time ive had good signal with my phone in months. Ive met many new people see many opportunites to vector down some roads as the nonadic mechanizer. My philosphy for the journey is scales on my eyes a blind mans walk and grim reeper behimd every butte reasing me. My perception seems to have become something completely different. My heart is maluable, flexes and strentchs in the uglys fprmations on the surface but bears uncomparable beauty on the inside. This metaphor holds trie for some of the rocks out here. Ugly on the outside and moneumental on the inside. One of my weakers technical skills is IT and last night my join was overwhelming raimimg in this science with already well polished engineering and trade skill traits. Doors open with a slight breeze showing a plethora of venues to explore amd accomplish, learn from and behave. The irish man in me has me dancing and the giant in my brain grins with slow gaining awareness.

The 550 cord is of an evolution of ovsessive knot tieing. The kayak was suppose to be my few day trip toa gold panning location but things took a whirling spiralling turn and i departed from the ancestral home to begin again to find the perfect peace. A new friend is letting me borrow there kayak tmrw. We work together at his place. His wife made me enchilladas best ive every had in my life. Im find ppl much older then me interested and repulsed and humored by my wild ideas and way of life. Planting seeds for the future. Coming determined to show a way paste previous bais collapsed pretenous thought limits. The world does stand with one knee down it spins around my musical surround sound town. Rjtym beats are not foumd in music but instead in the absence of noise absence of dustraction absence of influence absence of being a slave to a bottlenecking system most see as a wondrous life with adrum beat waiting to be heard as the drum rolls and rolls down the hill. My drum beat vibrates with bass and tremble inside a pool of uncertainty and shootimg from the hip. The cyborg os come to repurpose man as i am. And seeking to furnish the burrows of our lifes settlements and repetitive nuaces in life. No pattern can behold an ancestry call of reperification… ill get back the the journey pick up with Way pints of time part two very soon. Grateful for all and yet to come in this limitless limitered litter journey of wolfs dragons and eagles. The new manborg is mcgevor, jamesbone and tarzan is they had a baby or and tom hanks from the movie with the football e calls wilson