I feel like the future looking backward.
I look farward and see the future reflecting back,

I thus try to look both ways.
But it is sometimes dangerous
for me just to cross the street.

So often I am not part of the traffic.
I often feel so different:
therefore I feel so much
for all those who are different,
I seem to see them through walls.
(Why can they not catch my free kisses?Why can't they catch in the mirrorthe beauty of their priceless difference?)

I would seek solutions
for all those who are not currently
part of the traffic.

Perhaps ridiculously,
I would still dream of leading the traffic

into a different direction....
Perhaps it is enough to just be a stoplight
to prevent accidents?

No! I personally cannot be an auto-maton,
and I dream of more.(A kiss brought me to life.)

I know sometimes we’d move faster
if we just all got out and walked.
Surely I can invent something far more efficient,far more intelligent than, and fundamentally different from,the auto-mobile
- or ANY current vehicle!

Beyond Facebook et al, a
medium for their innovative solutions to world problems:
new means for them to change karma into mission
for humanity's fulfillment.
I am a computer programmer
who shall develop a new autodidactic network
beyond open source,
beyond an ebay of ideas.
cellularly reprogramming itself
for positive miscreants like myself
to synergistically
teach themselves the means of self-empowerment
without formal education,

to link the richest and the poorest
in solving problems,
in dissolving our divisions,
to as in biomimicry
ingeniously ecologically deploy resources
far more efficiently
than individuals without this new enhancement could

ever have envisioned.


In that direction,

I must first experience being part of that traffic,
I must start with using the rear view mirror
to look within(where I see new worlds better,in turn pointing to new worlds outside in dark night):

I'll start walking  the talk.

I shall find the path.For imagination
moves so fast.
I must remember I have autism,must remember backward how to reinvent car-ma into mission.

Remember that the automobile was invented by teams.
Therefore I must first re-invent myselfinto teamwork with my kind.with my kind teaming into kind-manof  revolutionary empathy
where no walls between us shall block our pathof peaceful understanding..
In autism, I do not even see the ordinary walls blocking us,
so I see what treasure lies beyond them,before thus having scaled the walls through in-sight.

At first imagination flies too much:
I both surf the space and spume
beyond our little rock,

and also find a reflective jewel
here in every little rock around;
I look look beyond the walled windows of our cars
into eyes.
turning their warning beeps
into the most exquisite music,

despite, or because of -my condition always learning -
determined through innovation -first self-innovation -
to transform this mundane
encircling self-destructive reality
into dialogue of mutual understanding...

I may look at times
like a man im-mobile
talking to himself in sounds of silence,
but I am praying

to re-invent the present,
starting with myself.

Stepping Through the mirror
of introspection and compassion,
on Now's eternal skinmy new empathyripples outward to others

to discover how extra-ordinary
their ordinariness is,
and that spreading the Word

of mutual commitment
can clarify the whole course and effect

and reveal the two wings of the future- called love,or called falling up into the sky seeding constellationsof new friendships

I have too many ideas.Together we shall touch the skiesof others brightening nights' stars to suns, touch beyond connecting skin and death to revive treasures deep within and reflected without in other life..

I first must change myself.
Yes, still so much to learn.
But understand greater empathy first.

It is all a matter of changing KARMA INTO MISSION.

Then, there is Too Much
I could change.... 
I feel worlds beyond embracehave the most singular grace.What's human inside thembrings one beside them.You and I don't need automobilesto be transported...[PART ONE]