by Bela Johnson | Sep 1, 2026 | Uncategorized
There is no room in a worldconverging on the hybrid human,possessed of both its innate natureand artificial intelligence,for the magical, the imaginative,the unknown. For these under-explored regions,these frontiers of human potential,inhabit the middle world – a...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 29, 2026 | Uncategorized
Even he may not have realized it—for none of us quite knowthe time of our demise—but he did not live much longer. He sits, a placid, contented lookon an ageless face, lush white hairbrushed back from those chiseledPolynesian cheekbones. I was glad to see himwhen we...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 27, 2026 | Uncategorized
What is this ghostly sense of dreadthat follows me some days,sometimes,not always. Just enough to let me knowthere is unfinished businesswithin myself. I try to untangle itfrom the knot it precipitates. I don’t like that it makes me feeljust outside myself,as if a...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 25, 2026 | Uncategorized
I rate my existencemidway between root, bone and creature. I do not seek liberation in any Hereafter.Rather, I search for it in forests, oceans,landscapes – places I have been somewhat forcedto traverse in a body designed more for rugbythan the long-distance runner....
by Bela Johnson | Aug 22, 2026 | Uncategorized
My quiet mornings beside the Pacific don’t mean the world is at peace. It means peace is occurring within me, if even just within my own mind’s eye, even in moments such as these. The calm before the storm. In the midst of a hurricane, my body cannot discover...
