To develop an agenda, one must first discern the subject. The agenda is expressly pursuit. The art of an agenda lies in contextual analysis, the lowdown, and the subdivision of additional information. Agenda as art is possibly a protestation of themes and acceptable propositions.

Fact or fiction, circumstance, intended or involuntary. So often, the agenda is not the substance; not available, nondescript, an agenda is the aftermath before a plan.

Agenda shimmies, shapes, shifts with (good) intentions of goodwill, an embrace, deals, and consequences. 

Agenda is born from silence as from an outpouring. 

Agenda, a pulse of flesh and bone, is the programming of a code and the flexes of an automation. If a robot sleeps, is it not subcutaneous and in operation at the same time.

It takes a village to raise a child, an adult to sequence and programme an AI. It takes a world and a populace to train, reframe, and establish an artificial assemblage. It takes a universe to render Artificial Intelligence godly. Much has been written about observation: the standard, the non-typical, and the duty. Much remains omitted: obedience, adherence, or forgone, conclusory: a mindset, with precognition. Much remains unwritten, surveyed, indulgent, unmonitored or overlooked. 

The necessity for a narrative is often the investiture towards an illustration, a gallery’s furniture, a school’s curriculum, items made of objectivity, attempt, and inventiveness, thereby, truth and omission. The painting, an in-depth study, is flat. A still image, the photograph, a gamut, is a disclosure, developed and fixed. The cinematic movie, a series of intervalometer images, a cascade, cut and edited. A soundtrack to one’s ears sets a pace, placatory or adverse: ominous. a Staged performance of Joy is a Solace, of Pain. The sculpture, a universe, a breath of life, a labyrinth entombed. And the journal, written with designs on publication or not, is private. 

This introspection, this question, is a confluence of values and boundaries. For the sake of postulation, did science set everything out of kilter. Did the answer to everything flood the theory. Did religion not do any of the above, in spirit, if not in faith. Only the fool believes nothing, as the wise know nothing is the answer, though not the cure. 

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