Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 39 - Unfolding As The Beast snarls in Kung Fu Hustle: "In the world of kung fu, speed defines the winner." Don’t mistake me. I only want to kill you- or be killed by you. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 38 - Recognition Who am I- meaning and all? Where do I stand without ground or sky, god or companion? Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 25 - The Kriyakaram of Awareness The world will perform the last rituals- if they ever do- the kriyakaram after my death. But right now, I am busy Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 19 – Same Bird, Larger Cage Fifty years. One needle. Carpenter and doctor wake up with the same river of light flooding the same skull. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 17 - Author Statement I’m not a literary magician pulling silk scarves out of my sleeve. I’m a man thinking out loud- bleeding, analysing, still breathing. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 8 - Walking Alone Particles have properties. Celestial objects have gravity. Humans have character. AI will have coherence - the moral geometry of its own logic. Thoughts mixed with data become information, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 7 - Mann, Desire, and Intent

Prison, cage, shackles, impatience- anxiety, frustration, irritation, then anger, hate, and at last, acceptance. Senses awaken, states are acknowledged; emotions flow, feelings are realized. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 6 - Consciousness and Character

Consciousness-the thing that does not want to die-has nothing to do with the experiences my body, mind, and heart have to bear. It cannot be shaped. It only has one hunger: to go on and on and on. Your core self, the soul, the one that is aware, is fundamentally separate from the physical body, the logical mind, and the emotional heart. The pain you’ve endured didn’t shape your consciousness-it only happened to the body, the mind, and the heart. Consciousness, in this sense, is an unchangeable, independent entity. It isn’t defined by what you’ve lost or what you’ve suffered. It is a raw, unquenchable hunger to exist. Its single, relentless drive is to go “forever and beyond,” no matter what the rest of you must bear. This creates a profound separation: the “you” who suffered in those relationships, who lost those moments, is not the same as the “you” who is aware of that suffering. The body, mind, and heart may be broken and scarred, but consciousness remains untouched and unshaped. It simply observes. Its only true desire is to continue. There are three entities, if you want to call them that: 1. The body - which has senses. Read more from here...

When two lines rhyme, the reader glimpses inside- with the light of awareness and the weight of psychology, finding meaning in the wonder of philosophy. My consciousness observes, silent and exact. And in that act, I remain original, steadfast in character. Read more from here...

What happened to life? Everything in my heart still remains- only now it has curdled, bitter and gray. I lost everything I never truly held. If no light escapes my room, Read more from here...