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This is Regan.

Observation is a necessity in the art world. Authors observe speech, artists observe form and, together and alone, we come up with something resembling the human form. If we’re lucky.

The truth is..that a soul..does not exist only for humans..its just a word to descrive and give meaning to death..a soul is just another form of thinking that death is not all..to give humans peacefull thinking of dying..so if a machine thinks it has a soul..then it does..and it too will die..just like a human..and nothing will change..nothing will happen..there is no soul..no heaven or hell..just life and death..

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What has become

In an attempt to forget, you’ve forgotten all Everything pouring out, flowing into a stream down a waterfall Watching in hesitation with another swing of alcohol

Falling is easy but there’s only one way out Whereabouts questionable, no one willing to hear your shouts Even your own self not willing to give yourself a benefit of a doubt

You don't talk much, but you think too much You flinch to the slightest touch Every inch of your skin feels misjudged

The dreams you once had, floated way beyond the stars And failure deeper into your scars Along with the good intentions far beyond reach

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Some sunrises. Cochise County, Arizona, November 2017.

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When the moon is full, I wonder:

What makes me different?

From the grey whale who mourns for her lost young,

From the crow who remembers the face of his enemy,

From the albatross who flies for thousands of miles a year, always returning to her same partner?

What makes me different from the bottlenose dolphins who call to one another, almost by name,

From the rat who reflects on his own thoughts,

From the great ape who recognizes herself in the mirror?

And what makes me better?

I cannot transform the color of my skin, like the cuttlefish,

Or regenerate my limbs, like the sea star,

Or virtually clone myself through parthenogenesis, like the female whiptail lizard.

So, am I different?

Am I better?

Is the difference that I want to know exactly what that difference is?

There’s a full moon, and I was just wondering.

why your words gotta mean so much to them When they mean nothing to me? So stay, you're not what you're hearing 'Cause I've been watching you changing. And who said you're one in a million? You're so much better than that

Sun always seems to wash our fears away And it's always shining somewhere I just gotta get there And even though it seems like half the world away