Let's consider this again: Physical or Sedentary?

    It appears that in the modern world people are becoming more detached to the world around them, rather focusing instead on the virtual world in which we all, to some degree or another, have a presence in. This, of course, is somewhat detrimental to society, as people become more isolated from our corporeal reality, where many of us choose not to talk in person or send letters any more. Moreover, this is an inevitable conversion as our mastery of the virtual world increases, people will no longer need to be bound by the world and its conditions.
   This is all just speculation though, because for now, our bodies are still bound to this world, and that is inescapable without giving up our consciousness, which is something nobody wants to do. As I am quite the sedentary person and somewhat of a futurist, I am not surprised that I have mentioned what I have already, given the most exercise I get regularly is walking to and from school. This does not mean that I do not enjoy the physical world, far from it, as a matter of fact. The world is after all, quite the place to be in. I do, however, like my gestures, and do use them quite frequently to augment my words whenever it is needed. Anyhow, I don't really prefer being in physical contact with most people, and I generally choose to keep a cordial distance. Overall, I choose to be relatively still and inactive, but that's just my physical self.
    Eventually, it's not that we will lose our connection with the physical world entirely, it's more likely that we will be unable to distinguish between the real and virtual realities as our technology improves. We are moving towards a distinct juncture in human history, where we can now simulate reality, and bend it according to our wishes. The problem is: Just what will all of this mean when there is no longer a distinction between physical and sedentary? In the mannerisms of people, I guess.

...And another

Poem Number 2 Everyone.

'Tis now a world of black and white
Shadowed bouquets in my sight
Seems first that I don't belong
Yet Here I stand, dark and bright

It hasn't yet now been too long
Since we've last now heard birdsong
Alas 'twas something hither
That's but now all gone

Here we are, let us not wither
For among us eldritch things slither
Isn't it too much to ask from above
Strand us ourselves in this dither

The world's yet not within our glove
Yet all here are within our love
Infinite are what's unknown of
Infinite are what's unknown of.

Something dead, now alive

Finally, New post time! Here goes.....

So much depends
Upon

A mist
dreaming

Amongst us darkness
Here

Of some purity
Still