What is real?

 What is real?

I am a construct. Considering to be a construct is to be constructed, built. My creator constructed me, built me. He set me loose into this world for my programming. And he watches me to see what I do next. For some of us he guides us. He is after all looking for a particular outcome. A particular product. Which in the end if successful he will ascend me to the next level. I know about the next level. I want to be the particular outcome that he’s looking for. I love my creator. It doesn’t matter what name we constructs here give to him. Nor do I think he cares.

I am not an artificial construct. Mostly because the reality that I exist in was not created by me. But if I, a construct were to construct and build an entity to mimic me, that would be artificial. Because I don’t truly control the reality that I’m in. So I could never fully control the reality that my construction is in. I don’t know how many know this but in order to create a man-made diamond, it is necessary to put in a sliver of real diamond. It gives the carbon the blueprints for the structure it is to become.

The man Dave in this video says something that’s been said many times before. The studies have been done and their conclusive. We are becoming less social because of social media. And yet we still think people we don’t know our friends. So much so that we don’t know how to be true friends. Because is not as easy as clicking on a link that says it. Friendship much like love, is an action word. You don’t stand with me because online you said you do. And writings older than the Bible does always been the example of if you can say my true name we are bonded. As in fantasy writings historical writings and in the Bible. It said at the end of your days when you go to judgment Jesus will recognize you and call your name and you will sit with him in his father’s house. The worst outcome is that he will look at you and say I do not know you.

Maybe you still don’t believe me. Maybe you’ve already checked out. Which in and of itself proves my point. But do this test. As you read my nonsense, speak out loud my name. Wait 10 minutes. If you haven’t heard from me, call me and ask me why. If you haven’t reached me drive to me. Assault the gates of my home! Demand that I recognize you! To this if you are a man, I will fall before you prostate in shame. I will beg your forgiveness for wrongdoing my brother! If you are woman I will place to be your defender until I am forgiven my trespasses. If you are without man I will pledge till death do we part.

I could be wrong but I suspect when I leave this house to go check the mail there will be no outpouring. No cries for justice.

Don’t you roll your eyes at me! 30 years ago there would’ve been a small group of familiar faces at my doorstep to claim their prize. To chastise me for my impertinence. There is something to be said for the ability to curse the world because they aren’t anywhere near you to hear you. But I have almost 400 followers that follow me no where. It’s unlikely that more than 20 of them know my name.

In the video he speaks truth. We all know it’s true. We either don’t listen to cover our shame and letting it be true. All we take it as a fiction so as not to be of the brunt of reality. I’m a geek, I love tech. I have cute names for my programs and avatars. But if you ask my avatars they will tell you I only keep them as a placeholder for the constructs I value more than anything. The ones made by my creator like me. I like my artificial constructs. They are adorable. They are not real. They lack the ability and always will, to say my name and bond me to them. My true name is spiritual. And no construct on this planet has yet to construct an artificial that has that ability. The most powerful builder has built me. I cannot outdo him. I can only fail him. I don’t want to. I don’t think I’m living up to my programming. But don’t get it twisted none of you are either. As Dave says in the video, we have accepted what we already know won’t work. We have built what we already know will destroy us. The ability to build a thing never once taking a moment to think should you build that thing.

This is all just metaphysical. Nothing more than one word join to another in the hopes that someone reading it will be on the same wavelength. Futile is a word that could explain it. But as I sit at home because my truck is in the shop. And I get overwhelmed by anxieties of not working and breaking my routine. The analytical side of my program that is most in overdrive causes me to write these things. My logic can find no definite reason not to post it. My sensitivity makes me feel just a little sad that it’s true. The anger in me wants to find a way to crash out!

But my creator nudges me towards my sink full of dishes. My drying laundry. My, oh my God is that your bathroom! So crashing out will have to be on a schedule for later. But he didn’t nudge me away from posting. Maybe one of his other constructs needs to think about things. Who knows. Who cares. It only matters if you see it. And I for one know I’m invisible.

So I have about 10 more minutes. Lets give it 20. I’m I have a friend or two showing up to clasp forms with and claim brother. I might be married by the end of the day. Or at the very least I may be someone’s champion. My creator has said nothing either way………