A multitude of professional business industry articles the past several years predicted the polymath importance. I agree with them. Humanities future workhorse is the polymath and Artificial Intelligence (AI) is their red carpet. Why?

Artificial Intelligence (AI) excels at combining existing concepts, and polymaths provide the broad mental prowess needed to guide it. Ever evolving Artificial Intelligence (AI) calculates, processes, and automates content-data-driven routine, complex, and specialized tasks throughout every professional business industry.

Polymaths are the multidisciplinary skill "versatilists" able to synthesize ideas across disparate occupational fields [BLS-Occupational Handbook], exercise deep human judgment when conducting AI output review [Cross-Disciplinary Synthesis or Synectics], and adapt quickly to spot hidden patterns or counterbalance inconvenient multilayered patterns [Cognitive Agility].

We don't have to wonder where the workforce is headed. We know the best fit for the job in any professional business industry. The golden age of the polymath is here. Polymath's are the now!

https://www.amazon.com/Audible-OBSIDIAN/dp/B0HCKMYM9G/

You Are The Catalyst!

This pocket reality-open story is about you.

You are a scientific dreamer, a one-of-a-kind artistic creator whose beliefs will help save all conscious lifekind and the foundations of the cosmos.

Answer the call, reality needs you!!

https://www.amazon.com/Audible-OBSIDIAN/dp/B0HCKMYM9G/

You Are The Catalyst!

This pocket reality-open story is about you.

You are a scientific dreamer, a one-of-a-kind artistic creator whose beliefs will help save all conscious lifekind and the foundations of the cosmos.

Answer the call, reality needs you!!

BOOKSCAN.ai Caption Review:

“OBSIDIAN is an interactive, sci-fi pocket-reality story and audiobook written by American author Sir Michael Gill-Branion.

Premise: An interactive narrative experience focused on existential choices, cosmic survival, and creative agency.

Framed around the concept that “you are the catalyst,” the work invites the reader or listener to act as a unique artistic and scientific creator whose choices help save the foundations of the cosmos.”

Remove Cultural Blinders; Don Humane Bifocals.

All is and all isn't,
In order for all to be.

Time is sentient,
And not fallacy.

Humanity cannot comprehend the great expanse of time.

However,

Existence may be conceptualized with a proper mind.

To be or not to be,
Wasn't the question meant.

It was the secret answer,
Hidden in riddled defense.

Crippled steps,

Too awkward stance.

Tire completely,

All elegance.

Posture leans,

On sturdy cane.

Angry frustration,

Persistent pain.

Endless struggle,

The ordinary fact.

Acknowledging life’s,

Handicapped.

There is no curse,

Possibly worse,

Than that of the childless father.

There is no pain,

Suffered in vain,

More outstanding than mine.

To be denied,

My other life,

The one I seeded fair.

To have taken away,

My other self,

The one I loved and cared.

What in life can be as hard?

Surely,

You do not know.

For I am a childless father,

The saddened tortured soul.

If I died tomorrow,

What sorrow would you feel?

And what would change between us,

In our woeful wills.

If I passed away,

In this very year.

What regrets at your behest,

would fall in whispered tears?

Time is unforgiveable,

and fate pays all deadlines.

Only merciful love can heal the cost,

of past despicable crimes.

With all things considered,

I forgive you and ask the same.

In this way we spare ourselves,

Great loss and unbridled pain.

A Gorgeous Spawn of Beauty Dawned,

Surpassed Zatamari’s Royal Fawns,

Divinely Drenched and Heroically Ordained,

No Passion Fared to Falkry Lorraine’s.

There is a vile corner of the world called Equinox

Its land is filled with tombs, where a thousand souls are lost.

Make swift your fated journey there, and return as fast as you can,

If the doldrums cease the winds, you will die a soulless man.

A serpent’s trail will lead you through a perverted site’s quagmire.

There you’ll reach a distorted mass in front of your heart’s desire.

Continue cross the molten land to an abyssal keep.

In the keep’s center Isle, is the treasure that you seek.

Hurry now and turn back round toward whence you came,

Or you will die like other fools, who are too long dead to name.

Move by it quickly and take great care.

Ignore your thoughts of what happened there.

Its beauty and peace are longtime past.

Fore death and darkness now amass.