"Luv U boy..."  via text message.  Maybe years, decades, centuries or eons from now that would be considered classical and compared to Shakespeare writing his sonnets.  Maybe our words will be shorted to monosyllabic grunts, minimizing vowels and/or phonetics, as necessary to communicate with the ever advancing need in speed and technology.  

Tonight, I text'd him "Luv U boy...", casually, and I know he felt me.  Slightly stunned, heart skipping a beat?  I guess, because mine did as I punched away @ the keys of my cell phone.  I am the first to say it even it if isn't exactly saying it. 

We are continuously transcending ourselves.  We adapt our behaviors, emotions, our spirits...  with that of our creations.  Perhaps we do become God.  The idea of God being us light years from now looking back at ourselves in our primitive beginnings when we were discovering, exploring and ultimately answering and creating the universe...  

Oh, the humility.  For me to think we be Gods.  And yet, stranger, crazier things have been suggested to me already.  I have heard simple men boast themselves to be God having found the divine living within them.  And who am I to tell them no.  Who am I to disagree upon the journey of another.  

I wish to remain here, wondering...  Human.  Adapting to text speech letting my self free on a lit screen responding to my chosen pieces of the alphabet to let the man I am pursuing this wonderment that I "Luv U boy..."