When you make significant progress in the real world, it shifts the way the rest of us perceive living, and what it means to be a alive. It can change our daily lives so much, that we no longer do what we used to do. From waking up and brushing our teeth, to not having the energy for it, we adapt to our environment. I like to imagine a comparison to humans and birds, that our cars and houses became roadblocks that they were required to adapt to for survival, and the trees that we had to chop down to get to where we are now. It screws over the birds twice when a human makes progress, and someone out there was screwed too. I feel like humans screw over everything else, because to make one thing is to destroy something else.

I never really answered why progress is a portal exactly. It is because it takes us away from everything else, becomes untouchable for a moment, and lands anew in new lands. The end result maybe far beyond our original scope, and the definitions just lead further in. We gain a foothold of knowledge, seemingly uncovered rather than discovered, and lose it all upon rebirth. Somehow we recognize the patterns whether from youth or from our ancestors before us. In a way, we know our progress could stand the test of time too if we found it strongly enough. Not only can we persist, but we may indeed carry our belongings past death if we saved it for later. This is how we remain on Earth through the ages as humans, for our needs stem from the same tree.

The portal part is the transition itself. The change is only noticeable after the transition has begun progress. It makes a significant impact like a real portal noticeable in the world, a black hole that takes up more space than it looks in that singularity. It stretches something until the ant who only needed one step to walk the gap needs hundreds. More breaks are required on the way, and thus we never stopped sleeping– setting up camp for the night. The progress will come day or night, but usually not both at once. We will recognize that the pursuit is futile at some point of time, and our mind and body cave in. We cannot keep the singularity afloat for long, but instead we make segments like bamboo and shoot our chutes into the sky defying gravity, the pull of singularity.