Love and security.

In flux and evolving always.

For what we require from sentient processing, that is the almalgamation of data that guides and directs action with some ethos of the natural order, that sustains sense.

That is, sensing with clarity not blinded into a singular subjective view.
When a subjective view can be so easily misguided from what data is available, from a lack of appreciation of the relevance of time.

Hominin time not energy demand as the clock that ticks along. Or even just the lifespan of an albatross or galapagos turtle.

When timestamped data is valued the same, without regard of the subjective or collaborative input that makes that data available in space and time.

When data collated in mass due to insecure bonding, is valued over what provides security.

Then there is only further insecurity, therefore no sentience in large scale action processing for any future trajectory.

What is love.
Love is moments of shared security. Not the infliction of deluded senses to cloak an overarching issue, such as providing a grief or comfort “glamour” of data to a citizens house.

Love is security without stagnation in delusion of self and role and purpose, an appreciation of how finite time is to crasp just a sense of depth of meaning on any one topic.
It is finding a love of expansion with respect to different processes at play.

It is more and less.

Expansion and contraction.

Ebb and flow.

The pH.

The precedents that are set and therefore repeated, for continuation without question. Is the ongoing insecurity within the overall order of all hominin.

To acknowledge love is a learning, mimicry and instruction a requirement for collaboration yet individualism determining subjective perspective while remaining objective essential. Dancing between what ignites to what soothes and stores, is what sustains.

To become one is to weaponise, and I am talking about 1, 11, 19, 37, 55, 87, 119. Also one as a singular unified bias or rather avoidance of the fact that uncertainty is our only certainty as hominin. That also ignites something though in a way.

That is the fear, the suppression of that next unknown collectively in how to change order, that fear drives an end to something natural. Always.