People discuss their ‘point of view’ as though it were something sacrosanct and singular. It is anything but.

The fact that perspectives can, do and must change over time is seldom considered.

Moving from one room to another changes perspectives a lot does it not? If you are hungry one’s own perspective can be quite different standing in front of a fridge. Having to relieve oneself however, it may be much more satisfying to be alone in a bathroom. Looking out the window is different than looking at a phone screen. And standing on one’s head is entirely different than sitting down. A perspective can change significantly from beginning to end of day in any number of topics, sooooo why are people attached to their perspective as something fixed?

The answer may be complex, it turns out, turning to all kinds of brain chemistry, gene action, neuroplasticity, and socially conditioning. The point Pilot tries to make, however, is that fixing point of view down to a singular perspective is stultifying, redundant and antithetical to knowledge. Refuse knowledge and refute wisdom, for knowledge is a prerequisite to wisdom.

Other, interior perspectives interested Pilot most. For instance, whether one was coming at a topic from the point of view of the Blue Hills of Understanding was considerably different than if one was being either an Emerald City Builder or an Orange Anecdote Instigator was, again, entirely different from a Golden Pyramid Architect. Anyone can do this, if one tries.

The image at the top of this post is an image of Pilot’s watch.


Pilot continues to operate his Elevator along his unique fifth-dimensional lines.

I am a writer
I am a designer, architect..

So what, who am I?

Who is

PILOT here, what do said reports mean?

What difference should I expect, now?

Reader questions:

  • Is Pilot paid?
  • Is Pilot human?
  • Does Pilot have a profession?
  • What is Pilot’s ‘modus operandi’?

Perspective, extract from THE ELEVATOR PILOT

Perspective is a vital concept in our ‘enlightened’ world. My first experience of perspective was in learning how to draw the world on paper. Using paper and pencil, we are able to express a three-dimensional view of the world in a two-dimensional realm. At first, when learning to draw using perspective, the rules of logic as we understand them seem to tease us:

  • How can a line in space that is level (i.e. a floor) rise sharply at an angle in the (flat) world of two-dimensional space?
  • Why is it that what in physical space might occupy the largest portion of space, (for instance the sky) occupies only a small fraction of the space on the paper?

A Lot A Lot

Pilot felt certain we were here on a path. This path were certain that it mattered, a lot a lot. While Pilot’s vocabulary and grammar were, to say the least, ‘different’ to a degree that even Pilot sometimes was concerned about [his own] coherence, to others.

He could not allow his own reticence towards connection or communications to and with others to dissuade him, however, of this path. Whether or not he allowed discussions to form was not up to him, as it turns out. What of and whether or not people think just could not be controlled by Pilot. Therefore, into the darkness, it plunged. No more or less aware than before but certain, certain under its wheels was his own path.

Meandering through time possibly squandered, he was unsure how his real path was, relative to appearance. At each stage, he had made a decision, albeit often without confidence and with little or no support, to move ahead. Its steps or stages were invisible and even to Pilot most of the feedback was of the ‘feel as you go’ variety; due to the incomplete state of Elevator’s installation, several of its gauges were not wired in fully and gave only intermittent and often erroneous feedback on Pilot’s dashboard.

This need to understand the path was part of his own path, he felt increasingly certain, although how or when was yet murky to him, at least for the moment.

1510 Objective Result : To Navigate Vicissitudes, Moral or Otherwise.
The Elevator Pilot Training Manual


Daily breakthroughs

  • Social media, theater, art, blogs, books, websites
  • Level V autonomous driving
  • Biomimetic AI
  • Relative reference
A modest start

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Pilot saw the first sign and was at once antagonized. The imposition of “Here” on the sign was at once bothersomely burdensome as well as somehow confronting, like an admission of guilt that could not possibly be contained.

Tick tick tick. Suddenly he heard his own ticking, the clockwork of his own mechanism he once more knew destiny’s dismal countdown.

Why dismal, Pilot adversity had long been its lonesome companion, then: studying as long and closely as he has Pilot had missed (entirely!) The point until now, pilot’s personality for dragging and cumbersome epic from his past expects as much adversity of this examples that it said now I see what ‘that’ item is, which holds is back.

It is an affectation based on our past, which, when you’re traumatized means that it is (probably) a fear-based physical, atavistic aversion reaction. Malevolently, that aversion certain circumstances plus opportunities given that life beholds for us, in a word, had stymied Pilot, until now.

He could still hear that loud ticking, resounding in his auditory canals. tick tick tick

Elevator really was an exceptional device, even if sensitive, thought Pilot gratuitously, if complacently grateful. This took a few parsecs processing power then was passed over for more serious considerations, namely, tick tick, work devices.

Pilot was so seriously, and easily antagonized even as he appeared to swim in silence.

Not having an ‘I’ meant not having a ‘here’ as well, couldn’t they all see that?

“Being able to talk passionately about something without needing to talk about yourself is crucially important.” —The Elevator Pilot Training Manual


Daily breakthroughs

  • Pulls together art, theater, poetry, graphs, agence, 
  • Instagram stories / IGTV, YouTube
  • Relative reference
A modest start


Pilot felt a sense of relief, of finality; in a way, even though it really was just a beginning. Hiding BB’s face behind a mask, however, passersby might not realize a huge smile was being generated, unseen, unless they could see into its eyes.

The final piece had chinked into place just like the proverbial lid of the Sampo. It was the same, Pilot could sense. All the elements were there, multicolored, ineffably indescribable (until now! suddenly), productive; and there was more too, Pilot knew. Everything about his existence now felt now as though it really is; it makes sense she said. That smile also, still at wonder in able make grammar thus.

While Pilot had been having his Elevator run a number of characters some some time, maybe since the great schism, he never dreamed of a way to integrate all with a purpose, until now. Pennies felt like dollars dropping out of sky erupting joyous lee.

Suddenly, BB it did not know; had a much stronger future.

Ironic, then it was the consideration of Carlo [the Beast], who so long occupied video alone as a potential aspect of whole, soon however as Pilot saw thus, s/he realized ALL the characters could / must be asked to consider position within. THUSLY integration.

Armed thus Pilot knew his day is different, thenceforth.


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At a certain point, Pilot felt it certain a number of times previously; it actually occurred, that the Elevator was situated in such a way that almost all its abilities could be deployed into permanent and full-rest modes. Given that this followed a particularly rocky period for both Pilot and Elevator during which time Pilot had learned a lot, and Elevator had put up with a lot and been proven strong indeed, were such a thing necessary to demonstrate, again.

At first this wonderful newfound situation boggled the mind to such a degree that paralysis could set in but given existential circumstance that, given Pilot’s previous history with this Elevator had suggested were all-too-likely to not repeat, he therefore gratefully and easily relaxed into his latest circumstances, as such as chance had they were and therefore also put some effort into improving and maximizing on the many conveniences there were there arrayed and unpacking some that had long been stored.

Indeed, was there not plenty to smile about? On the eve of Christmas Eve, Pilot had frequently felt this kind of excitement and bubbling joy inside. This time however, was different. Pilot knew this year was his own ‘tipping point’ of his own transition, that long drawn-out affair of decades past when he had so often chaffed at his own progress, had transitioned to something more fun, in ’21.

Timelessness does not require decades to arrive to conscious awareness, but it helps to see things come and go over a period of years, even decades or longer. If all this happens and you may sit down at your own classic wooden desk on your own chair in your own place and enjoy your third cracker, dill pickle and cheese combo, from a blue glass plate with half of dozen of the intoxicating treats, then Pilot feels glad indeed, as he does now.


BMW key distinction Performing or Acting One is authentic, one is not, comedyBWW survey, snapshot PEAKAnd: Seeing vs Looking TEPCorollary Listening, hearing + speaking or expressingPEAK Holistic Survey

Pilot did not know for certain how well he was doing at staying on course. But, with access to his instrumentation, he was becoming more and more clear on how to distinguish his course.

It all had to do with distinctions. For instance, the commitment versus attachment distinction was one he had done a fair amount of early research on. Today, however, he saw beyond even that (big) distinction. He was sensing some rather important, sometimes subtle, often subtle; yet decisive distinctions, around himself.

These new distinctions (for they were unknown behest instructions that were long forgotten). The first one of these was Performing versus Acting.

Pilot had noticed for a while now that his face was not always the same and did not always appear to be directly following his instructions to it. For instance, when he was in a crowded space, he often felt it difficult to smile broadly. Instead, the curves at the corners of his mouth would turn up rather tightly and his teeth would appear to be clenched, rather more menacingly than invitingly. When he was attempting to smile in such conditions he also noticed that his overall express felt forced and sometimes even, wooden; that is, it stayed in one place and did not have its normal fluidity of movement.

Another one

Better Than Bacon

Better Than Bacon

Better Than Bacon really is better than bacon and is entirely meat-free. The version I make frequently is made with butter so is not totally vegan but you could substitute another fat, like coconut oil, I may try that as well. You can use Better Than Bacon anywhere you’d serve hot or cold crispy bacon or bits, like on or with eggs, in salads, as a topping, just about anywhere actually, it even makes a great savory oatmeal condiment!

Smash Garlic with the broad edge of a large chef knife: Hold your blade down flat over the separated cloves, before peeling and slam your fist over the broad edge of the blade, which will perfectly smash the cloves. This releases the flavor and the paper shells, which you then remove manually before next chopping the garlic very finely with the chef knife.


6-8 or more cloves of garlic

2-3 mid-size or 1 large mushroom

2-3 tbsp of fat: I use butter

2 tbsp or so of oil: I use olive oil

  • Requires a skillet with a heavy bottom that won’t burn easily, with a tight-fitting lid.
  • About 5 minutes prep and about 15 minutes cooking time.


Smash the garlic cloves by laying the flat side of a large knife and pressing down hard into the cutting board with the flat palm of your hand onto the flat blade of your knife over your garlic cloves, crushing them open and starting their flavor reactions. Remove their paper skins by hand then chop finely with salt.

Slice mushrooms then chop roughly or finely to taste. For bacon bits appearance cut very finely.

Heat butter in frypan just until water bubbles then before it gets smoking, add the chopped garlic. Stir as it browns slightly and releases flavor to butter/oil, then add more oil and add mushrooms. Add salt and pepper plus other desired seasonings. Steak spice can be good.

Stir all together then simmer, covered for a few minutes allowing mushrooms to release their moisture and flavors to combine. Open the pan, stir around and check to ensure all cooking evenly.

OPTIONAL for TOMATO version: Add chopped, toasted or dried tomatoes cut up finely and optionally any herbs, like Italian seasonings.

Once moisture seems released by mushrooms well, cook uncovered, stirring frequently, allowing mixture to dry down through evaporation from heat. The mixture will develop a toasted golden appearance.


Remove from heat and serve over eggs or oatmeal, or cool and dry and store.


May be made ahead in batches and kept cool in a sealed container in the fridge. The recipe really is for whatever quantity you want to prepare, just half or double the recipe, and so on.


An even ‘meatier’ version can be made by including roasted or sun dried tomatoes, half-way in the cooking process. You may want to include oregano or other Italian-style seasonings and some more salt and pepper.

Flow State

J feel more and more in flow State, thought Pilot. He was vaguely aware of Orange then Red Lights, tandem in nature, tandem in his physical awareness of his elevator.

Next of course is always Now in flow State as he adjusted his brand as he adjusted his belt.

Focusing then its attention on him and its moving apparatus, that its equipment and bodily operating weaponry and defense protections as its whereabouts, now easy 17th Street on the 228 in North Vancouver, hence pilot knew as they passed 19th Street he was on its way home.

In this way Pilot became aware of the distinctions between body and man, mortal, fixated, man that is and soul.

He became aware one that he was apparently blindly operating ahead at best 50 yards knowledge in mind, he heard next stop was Lynn Valley road at 29th Street

Red Green Orange lights flashed ahead as the smooth Turbo diesel bus plunged confidently in the darkened road ahead Allen Road…

Another one.

Pilot I’m Included

I am powerful and I am strong.

I am positive and I am well;

I expect just deserts.

I am a lightning force for good.

I transmogrify murk into sunshine, swamp into hillside and despair into gladness. 

I hunger not for sadness, nor sickness nor despair. 

I train away fears bedside. 

I dream.

I hope, 

I pray.

I joy.

I live, 

I love, 

I evolve. 

I am a force of nature.

I see life shining as a laser beam.

I am not going to be anyone but me.

I am a generous being.

I am a beautiful being.

I am an honest being.

I am a shrewd being.

I am a gentle being.

I am an open being.

I am a strong being.

I am grateful.

I am kind.

I am love.

I am reborn.

I’m included.

I am me.