we are, in a way a battery, a computer, a machine, flesh as it were, in this case, but does that make us more real… ? or less, who can say? were we out there- waiting, for the introduction, in utero, for ourselves to move in, the matching of being an electronic impulse, or some matter of energy, to meet and ultimately inhabit this being we now are? perhaps floating out there in the universe all this time as an ‘old soul’ as some describe, or perhaps a new wave, a new wave of energy created just in time to mate with the available and compatible fleshy machine in utero made available in that instant becoming one, a vehicle, to experience this world with the various senses, an explorer sent in, a navigator from the fabric of space, our self awareness might come from our previous state of being not a human being but the energy signature that has sparked this machine, a pilot, to remain as long as the vehicle shall allow, then to move on to the next phase of the journey, for physics states E=MC2, and are we not the manifestation of that indeed? if only we could touch those memories of our different phase…

so… are we here? I ask tongue in cheek with the background of ground breaking band’s song blaring in my flat at the moment.. it is intoxicating… in some sense, but the seriousness, the underlying question…