the final step to godhood.

The most frustrating thing in my life has always been the limitations of my mind. Unable to express what i want, unable to achieve what i want to think of, unable to grasp a notion, or simply put unable to make the connection. even now i feel a slight annoyance and impatience for having to think through my process, struggling to find the correct words to express my sentiments.
The limitations of the mind. A bound mind. Bound by physical limitations, bound by logical limitations. The core basis that gave rise to our minds must surely be our neurons. The way and degree by which they connect only serves to determine and hence limit our thought capacities. and there can be only so much connection made. We still take time to come to conclusions, whatever they be. And after a certain level of complexity, it often may take years to make a jump in a thought porcess.

alas. i lost my train of thought again. you see my point? Vexing.

It is this very nature of our neural mind, the complexities of connection that limits us. In the end it takes so much time to understand, grasp a topic. a fortune gifted to us is the wideware, we can access whatever knowledge we need, that has been already found. But chronos is still ever against us. By the time we get to be actually proficient in our fields we are already halfway through our short lives.
By the time we start developing our own theories and contribute to wideware, we only have so much time left. Look at how old prominent scientists are. By the time we are proficient enough to ably grasp the world and philosophy, chronos and biology play another cruel trick by slowly pickin our brains, killing off one neuron at a time, as its time is spent, and slowly but surely we are lowered into the mists of an old fart's ignorance. And in time a protesting mind is finally laid to rest as the rest of the body give up coping with the rigors of old age, and together with it, the entire thought collective that lies still very much alive within the brain, to be dragged unwillingly into oblivion.
It is the materialistic constraints that were inherently placed on our minds that frustrates me so. A bound mind can only achieve so much, experience so much, and at such a dear cost and with so much pain. (just look at the amount of headaces we go through understanding deacon's essay)

IF we were but able to breach these finite boundaries of physicality, the potential would be limitless. An unbound mind, what a thought! Free of the ravages of time, we would be able to travel past present and future, to anywhere. The wideware of the universe, would be fully utilized and put to use. This is better than mere immortality, by just living forever still be within the limits of the connections your brain can physically achieve. I would never want that. One would have to unlearn and relearn all over agian, cycle upon cycle. Unbound, we would be omnipotent, all knowing. Anything and everything that ever was and will be. There is a physics term for it, in fact. It is called the Omega Point. We would be eternal, yet never stagnant, for we could be everchanging and increasing. It would be the final step man could ever have. Beyond that, godhood lies.

A step which we may, no, cannot ever reach.

I am but a torubled young mind musing the eventuality of everything.