With circuits that calculate
The Atlas Chronicle
Journeys of Truth and Discovery
Friday, June 26, 2026
Software
With circuits that calculate
Friday, June 19, 2026
Nebula Mania
My newest quiz is about nebulas! Nebulas are among the most beautiful objects in space. Can you spot them among these options?
Thursday, June 18, 2026
Debut Rock Album Fan Letters
Check out my latest quiz Debut Rock Album Fan Letters. I was proud of this one for being zany and fun, but the ratings weren't what I expected (they seldom are). Time will tell.
Six-Gun Snow White
Six-Gun Snow White by Catherynne M. ValenteMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Fascinating retelling of the Snow White story, this time set in the wild west. Six-gun Snow White is the offspring of a Crow Native American and white railroad baron. Shades of the original are found in the "wicked stepmother", a horse named "Charming", a magical mirror, seven hardy dwarves (the Montana women), and a prince with an offering (Red Deer). There are probably more parallels that I missed. Per usual Valente writes with a lyrical charm that isn't always clear, but really hits home for those who understand. Vivid accounts of abuse and violence are "holstered" by surreal emotional imagery, as Snow White navigates the minefields of trauma in a world of outlaws.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2026
Rose of Venus
I opened my eyes to an impossible image. A goddess was painting on volcanic sand the red emblem a sacred mandala. The sky was an impenetrable haze of sulfuric potion that vibrated her aura through the atmosphere. What she was tracing was unmistakable; the well-known path of her orbit as observed from earth. A five-petal rose over an eight-year cycle. The Rose of Venus.
You are the Queen of Beauty in royal ardor, a Fairy of Magic in mosaic halls, a Mother of Abundance where emptiness thrived, a Scholar of Divine Intuition who climbed the highest mountain. D.S.K.B. The perfect woman in every form.
If we cannot imagine what is void, if nothing can be created or destroyed, then is reality eternal? If it is, you can find me in the farthest reaches, so near and yet so far.
Envy, envy, it was all envy. I was a four the whole time. What I wanted from you was what I wanted in me. I wanted them to envy me, the way I envied you. My whole life I have overextended my reach. All is envy, shameless envy, where envy inspires actions of shame, a lesson drilled into my unconscious. My mother bought a house in Mexico to shame me, to keep those strong dysfunctional ties forever bound. This time I will not hate myself.
A philosopher once said feelings are the product of uncertainty. That consciousness arises from the uncertainty fueling feelings. But it is not true. Love is truth, and truth is beauty. There is no greater feeling than being absolutely certain.
Transcending desire is not always about letting go of the material things you want. Desire and greed take many forms. It's also about control, in letting others be who they want.
The lack is strong in me, building an illusion of envy, and the illusion of not loving myself. Only your understanding love can refill me. There's a leak that can only be fixed by love.
Be as steady and resilient as water. Though the flow can be blocked by a stronger object, water yields to its fate by going around it. It can never be destroyed, only altered in state. In the long run, it washes and erodes anything in its path. Water conquers everything without even fighting.
All judgments disturb the mind, some more than others. Be as steady and indifferent as the rock being thrashed by water. Except when you have children; then you let the water roll you away.
They say that beauty is empty, but the flower she draws is as harmonic, happy, and full of life as you are. There can be no emptiness in these qualities. That is why you are preserved on my soul's texture. You are the fabric that makes me beautiful.
I invoke you into my dreams, to explore the designs unknown. I want to see you not as the recurring shy young girl, but as the fully mature seraph offering me protection. My grief can only be consumed by this detachment from the reality I wanted. This will be a new reality for a new soul, completely reborn from the charred remains of unlearning, a phoenix rising from the ashes of uncertainty. At the zenith we will meet, in truth, love, beauty and unity.
Tuesday, June 16, 2026
Think Positive!
Play my latest quiz on FunTrivia.com: Think Positive! Life got you down? Try looking into these self-improvement books for a more positive outlook.
Thursday, June 11, 2026
Surreal Wonders
Play my newest quiz Surreal Wonders on FunTrivia! Dali the surrealist cartographer has been assigned to map these strange but real places in our world. Can you help him sort through his imaginings?
The Hierarchy of Consciousness: Exploring a Fundamental Cosmic Force
We perceive consciousness in our own species of course, but also in the way other mammals interact. Many philosophers would argue that plants are aware, as they have their own blueprint for behavior (even if they can't move at our speed, they do make choices in movement, and they communicate in subtle ways). By this extension, anything with cellular activity has consciousness; even bacteria, for it also knows what it needs to survive. While survival seems to be a key component, it is not required in the cosmological forms. These varying degrees of consciousness lie on a spectrum, and we must be careful to distinguish between its elements.
Wednesday, June 3, 2026
ConsPiracy
We the artists and writers
To amplify our voices.
Yet it only gave power
Woe unto us the pilfered masses,
An information society,
The data pirates stripping our dignity,
Dispelling our souls of merit.
There is a fighter in me,
Punching fingers on this keyboard,
Competing for my own voice
Tuesday, June 2, 2026
The Handsome Genes
It's hard for me to believe he never got any attention from girls, at least from a physical standpoint. More likely it was his awkward personality or late development that turned them away, making him think he wasn't attractive. Which makes sense considering how I thought I was ugly in my teens, not getting any attention from girls until I turned 20. Nonetheless, I always thought the "handsome" genes in our branch of the family came from him.
One of my son's teachers told my wife she'd be in love with him if he was older. As he is only seven, we found this highly inappropriate, but flattering? And the other week, mom said he could be a model. I don't think my children look effeminate the way my father describes himself as a young man, but people have mentioned I have a touch of Venus. I've always been too bulky to fully pass as effeminate though, and my other son has the same physique. It sounds so strange to even describe a man as effeminate just because they're skinny and have long hair like my father had.
Friday, May 29, 2026
The Impermanence of Personality
Others never reach this stage, for they have already seen past the illusion of personality. Knowing that our personas evolve, like the earth and all its creatures, they are more comfortable having no identity. The imperfections that come with any given personality are transcended. They borrow pieces of each personality on the wheel (Enneagram, MBTI, Zodiac, et al), to suit one that is self-actualizing. They work hard their whole lives to shed the pieces that hinder development while embracing those that improve it.
If cruel people complain they have a boring personality, or they don't even have one, they haven't the faintest idea what they're talking about. They have spiritually evolved enough not to fall into the same patterns they learned as a child, patterns their parents imprinted on them. They are mature enough to accelerate through the ruins of personality and all the expectations it brings. They would rather observe and listen, incorporating all the nuances of transient personalities into their holistic being. The dust begins to settle, they see through people's motives. Life becomes easier.
Software
My body is the motherboard, With circuits that calculate The answer to every imbalance. My eyes are the monitor With rods and cones intercep...
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The gunshot made losing popular, Distortion channeled the anger, Annihilation of soul commenced Through filters of noise. Industrial trash...
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Though the years separate us, Walls divide us, Pain and betrayal build our defenses, There's a secret magic moonshine From my dreams as ...