Clichés End by Glen Wells

Author Unknown or otherwise anonymous

You are certainly not bothering me. On the contrary, I‟m grateful for
anyone that actually seeks out communication with me, or even for
anyone that will put up with me for a very short time, even in cyber-
reality. So, any time you want to talk about something, write me
without reservation and without apology.

In fact, knowing you are a keen observer of life and people, I‟m
inclined to think you might be asking me these questions as much for
my benefit as for anything else. That is, I have to wonder if you,
having no doubt gathered that I am currently in a bit of an existential
funk, a self-esteem slump, a lonely spot, etc. etc., might be initiating
these conversations at least partly out of sheer kindness or even pity.
To be honest, it makes no difference to me whatsoever.

To my understanding, a cliché is an idea or a way of expressing an

idea that was once original and carried a distinct meaning, but due to
being reused and repeated numerous times within a culture, that
meaning has become diluted or commonplace.
So what we are asking is this: will humans be able to continue coming
up with original ideas indefinitely or will the supply eventually run out
so that every possible idea or expression of an idea will be just a
rehash of an older one with no meaningful change or addition?

Artistic ideas and expressions are our attempts to capture some

aspect of the human experience as we see it. As such, it seems to me
that in order for the supply of possible new ideas to run out, the
human experience would have to be static, and in order for humans to
continue to come up with new ideas indefinitely, the human
experience would have to continue to change. That is, if the human
experience was static, or became static, people could still find new
and original ways to express the nature of that experience for a very
long time, but eventually every expression would be a redundancy.
On the other hand, if the human experience is always changing, then
it will always be possible to come up with new ideas and expressions
reflecting that experience.

So, is the human experience the same as it has always been, or is it

ever-changing?
Some people believe that everything is already a cliché. They quote
the old adage, “There is nothing new under the sun.” They believe
that the human experience has always been essentially the same; it
has not changed in any meaningful way. People through all time have
had essentially the same feelings, thoughts, fears, dreams, hopes,
desires, and questions, and only insignificant external details have
changed. Just because we are driving cars and using computers and
watching television does not mean the human experience has really
changed in any real way so as to provide for the possibility of new
ideas regarding that experience.

I think there is a lot of truth in that argument. I have no doubt that

many of the dreams, fears, and desires of a man living in Egypt 4,000
years ago would closely resemble many of my own. For example, he
might feel lonely yet be unsure of how to create meaningful bonds
with those around him. Additionally, one might point as evidence to
the fact that several themes and archetypes in ancient literature still
recur today. For that matter, one might point as evidence to the fact
that we still find meaning in ancient literature at all. If the human
experience wasn‟t essentially the same, would we still be able to
connect meaningfully to ideas expressed by Homer nearly 3,000 years
ago?

As for me, I do think that we will continue to be able to come up with

original ideas and expressions.

I do think the human experience is dynamic. Yes, the past plays a

large part in making us who we are, and we probably share more in
common with humans of 3,000 years ago than most people realize.
However, the way we experience life and the world goes beyond those
common, easily identifiable strands. The things that the “nothing-
new-under-the-sun” folks might consider “insignificant details” in
terms of impacting the human experience I think turn out to be fairly
significant after all. What I mean is that I think the human experience
is defined at least in part by the details and the externalities.

I think to say the human experience is the same as it was 1,000 or

even 100 years ago is absurd. I guess it can be difficult to tell any two
things apart if you stand far enough away.
Thanks for support

the love is drug

screaming
release
in a time capsule
bleeding dry
from a lack of rain
flooded by sand
and dust
blown away
in a bowl
not smoked
it's a dry warm
that takes away
the cold
heat death
birthed
Flow

What if Black holes,

who aren't really black,
but non-reflective and rather dense,
were not always round
or perhaps even ever,
they appear,
if they could be seen,
as above
and on its petals
bees would swim
and birds do dance,
with wings
and claw prints on the sand.
Finite Pow

It's not like you are a hole in space

or that is what surrounds you
part of part
a wholesome place
in not out of orbit
time is now alive
How

How do I know what I think, until I read what I write.

How does thought know what thinks until reading what is written.
Joyce wrote...you are not reading what I wrote.

Reading a kind of time manifold of past to now,

or now from then.
While reading thoughts, there are still current thoughts.
Although it's possible to give all of oneself away...temporarily.

It is the nature of entropy that it is temporal and impermanent.

As much as it gets taken in, it can nourish, it can generate, regenerate and
subside in its disappearance. (as if it owned an invisibility cloak...now you
see it, now you don't...like a fire reduced to smoke and ash, graphite on
pulp.
Hypothesis

God's a amnesiac.
Got bigger fish to fry.
Hopes for the best.
Hates to interfere.
Has fears too.
Really sincere about helping those that help themselves.
Never took the omni-stuff too seriously.
Likes cliff hangers.
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound seemed ostentatious.
Isn't faster than light either.
Is alive and well, still growing, learning, loves life beyond measure.
In some knee of curve

building less yielding

as pace of change transitions
from a high and a low
as water seeks equilibrium
and nature abhors a vacuum
water does not seek, it flows
as gravity and diversions grapple
nor nature is an entity capable of
creating pressure to empty itself
it cools heels and needs not meeting wants
a better way
comes this way but once.

Power corrupts......etc
one might identify what power.
Are there not more kinds of power than one?
Power as a reality may be neutral or over-all more benefit than hinder.
Since an absence or lessening of power causes a stasis, a stagnation of
not just no growth
but a deadening, perhaps a correction.

But maybe ya need a story.

A tale with characters and plots,
conflicts and action, adventure and risk.
A McGuffin, some Red Herrings, some diversion, subplot, comic relief and
a hero.
Sandwiched between a layer of fat and misconception, the one you hold
dearer than your dearest,
your sacred or scared beliefs, wholly and complete, almost, with Power and
Control at the center.

The world, this one anyway, spinning yarns, string theory and counter-
claims, to slow or speed, corner
and slam on the brakes a road to where the road does not end.
So it goes on and a round trip to back pedal to simple. Keep it going...

On absence of Self-rule, that void filled by vacuum or vacuous.

Vapor condensed authority of what?
Tragedy: The Philosophy of Pessimism

“Here, when the danger to his will is greatest, art approaches as a saving
sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous
thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which
one can live: these are the sublime as the artistic taming of the horrible,
and the comic as the artistic discharge of the nausea of absurdity.”
~Nietzsche from The Birth of Tragedy

Birth of Tragedy or where the Fall of Grace was not a jump to life but from
Death everlasting, hardly a optimistic approach to why we must go on while
stumbling in the herebefore

A sinful body built late

A head for idleness
A loud retort in arced light
A Jill-in-a-box drill sergeant
A boot in a no blinked face
A wonder what‟s so impressive
About a refusal or perhaps just an absent ability to react
To the unexpected
Actually somewhat amused at attacks and incoherent Trust
An oblivious nature to „halt who goes there?‟
Meaning and intending no absolute harm
No daggers to the chest
Or choking chains of unrest
A slave or tool so useless as to be better off left at market
And that dear friends, is sometimes, all it takes to land in bed.
To while away the midnight hours and get some sun to rise again as fresh
as the first day was made.

So, a main and primary feature of tragedy and at most a tragic interlude, an
almost welcomed interruption from routine, or what seems an inevitable
detour from a well planned heist of Virginia ham, a late end of the hop nod
to nutrition, ah the boys out late last night, for a weekend of caroling in the
merry month of May,
A caterwauling siren who was never seen since or again, a living, live
dream escape to…wait…I ask you once…What is Tragedy for? From which
some good will…more often we know might…come.
…and please
When it arrives, proof, is still a concept of evidence.
Tragedy a departure from script.
Mistaken identity a travesty.
Innocense a backdated reality.
A Comedic camaraderie.
Janet Reno‟s face was so surprised, after trying to come clean and failing
to throw away everything on something less than an impulse. Yes, I know
it‟s all unclear, swatches of memory interceded with movie trivia and solo
hands of a trapeze artist.
250 words or less

This is an approximation or graphical description of Something

worthwhile...for example...just before a 'Big Bang' or something. As you can
see, there are three components. A platform, a rod and an arrow or
direction, followed by a trail or tail, it's a little like plate or saucer spinning.

In some sense 'an immovable object and an irresistible force plus what is
not always necessarily constantly neutral, aka 'A sweet spot‟.
Now it may be best or better than smashing pumpkins to imagine how IO,
IF and SS manifest, at this late, or even early if it could only seem that way
more often, date. Another description that perhaps is apt is expression of
dimensions, which seems essentially, at times, a set and setting, from all of
which so much, depends. What appears as rigid, will later bend and the
spinner seemingly detach. That 'seemingly' is a crucible, where fire of
creation forges to make anvils for resistance and hammers to make a beat,
at first is a rhythm, stretching into rhyme, and totally without reason breaks
out and in dance. Life, so soon, without a chance of late, soon begins in.
Plane

A plane is any surface. Planes can arise as subspaces of some space, as

with the walls of a room, or they may enjoy an independent existence in
their own right. As you may see, planes can be personified, objectified,
have a presence, as well as achieving disappearance.

She said, "Am I talking to a wall?" I, not at all a wall, who at least feels
compelled to profess illusions of some independent existence and quite
convinced with pounds of mounting proof and evidence of some substantial
and welcomed interdependent other existences.

Replied, "No, you are talking from a wall." Of course I had no idea if this
were true or not, outward appearance did not suggest a wall, although I
suspect a metaphoric barrier might have been implied. Space is an entity, a
relationship between entities, or part of a conceptual framework.

As far as I can tell, oh let me whisper it instead, I am surrounded by space,

covered, very nearly sometimes it seems lathered with it.

New Universe Theory (NUT)

Fluid Flow from deflagration front
conflagration
Fluid Flow starts from a laminar flow (which is temporary)
from no to low turbulence there is a transition zone to fully developed
turbulence.
Where comes a ratio between dynamic forces to viscous forces.
Liquid Fluids
are there other kinds of Fluid
As solid fluids
and gaseous fluids
As well as plasma fluids
States of matter.
Life is a combination (conflagration) of at least four matter/energy states.
The Universe's growth is on-going.
If one were to think of galaxies as children of the universe.
Some galaxies are older and most are younger, that leaves some in the
middle range, which is where the Milky Way
seems to be with present available measurable evidence.
Observable means either is a light source or can reflect one cause of its
greater or lesser luminosity.

“How can we know the dancer from the dance?” ~ Yeats

Where goes the archer and the arrow?
Some painstaking reminder there‟s no one without the other.
Or rather there might be a bow and strings of violin.
Dancer and Prancer on summer holiday trasiping cross the shores of
Newfoundland.
Rumbles heard from a thunder stretching through some hallows of
Matterhorn.
What comes inside with the arrow of time in memories of yore.
Meanwhile yesterday‟s lunch sits uneaten and forgot.
How it is steel and lace reveals their beauty, but alone leaves one cold in a
sterile cloud of white and silver.
We know the soaring song at first dawn.
We listen for the muted melody of sunset‟s adieu.
…and then the silent coda of dusk,
slowly undimming into bright spectacles
and a nightlight Luna rises to illuminate the fairy dust side of Dancing
Moya

I am waiting for the rages

let loose from their cages
of powerful people to fall asleep
or sink into the powerful deep
and for the magic of love to awaken.

So many are injured and waiting to strike,

gathering together to form a human dike,
few can find anything to be grateful for
as their numbers grow more upon more
and they don't know
still their dreams look to show
where to find the signs of a wish
how to catch the golden fish
that's formed an edifice of hope
to make a place so one can cope
and who is to be trusted,
and who that is invested
is not cursed.

For the oppressed,

are sorely stressed,
fear is the daily routine,
in open view, but not seen,
the running orders to flee,
until there is nothing left but sea
and not a ship left to be had,
be sad,
or be the one who builds more than just castles in the air.

Zawmbyee and glen

until all debts are paid

the future is left to settle
GOD = ENERGY=MATTER=

And what animates matter?

Energy yes?
And is energy de-animate?

...anyway it's a beautiful world that creates eyes

a wonderful sound with ears included
some velvet
early morning aromatic
with the automated Mr. Coffee
all the tasty treats
without any bitter after taste.
A world after my own heart...
look out Teeth!
Here I come~

"god 'not needed' but is everywhere." lf

as if God wasn't in every track or trace

every turn
nook and cranny
wide open spaces
every where one can look
touch or feel
listen to
and hear so well
every song carries god notes
memos
and even blank stares.

if left with nothing but luck

it's still gotta be good.
The Meaning of Life?

It grows on you.
Some of it nose
it's not just an it
there's substance
that has feeling.

do or doesn't is not a point of contention

discussion
even mention
and yet as air expels a vibration stirs some air
and an ear recoils in fright and fear or awe of merciless awareness
one asks, "Do I need explanation?"
and if you have one to offer, one may reply, " 'god' doesn't exist."
Okay...what about did or will?
Wanna resurrect the dead or erect the not-yet?
Wanna build or tear away the scars that blot the sky, all the while it heals a
moon, a one that does exist just outside this shell, it offered shield, and
some respond with gifts of song or development plans of wayoffshore
drilling rights?
Wanna burn or freeze, either shitstorm of can‟t be pleased?
Wanna bury CO2, have it dug up if it gets in short supply, or forget about it
and have it bubble, churn and mumble, „I‟ll be back and get you later‟?
Okay. Do you need explanation?
Your trite answer is „god‟ doesn‟t exist. And it‟s off with their heads and evil
worms don‟t sleep in beds, there‟s not much proof they sleep at all and
when cut, they don‟t bleed, they may suffer and mend and reach for their
ends, in their vanity of evil they fertilize and till, make flowers ill, paint tulips
pink, catch a drink and spill the beans.
So, usually it's some placeholder brand name or domesticated ersatz label,
a literary satire and thin veneer of nice, a hell-bent for leather atomizer of
funk, a clandestine secret of fool, a bunch of rosary teachers of mule, a
stubborn lot, who maybe once were cool.
Then, there‟s the comedown or comeback.
Is there an explanation?
Is there thanks or no thanks?
Blame or the same old excuse.

Therefore, with as much further ado as needed.

I think some matter banded or bounded together,
a unity of looking Fat, scaring off some skinny anti-rattytattats,
who may as well bundled-up and headed off for parts over yonder on some
side of a Horizon, maybe called „Faraway‟.

Faraway, faraway
From monsters and sums
No alphabet or prophesying soup
No counting toes and blessed by who knows

Faraway, faraway
Won‟t cha come back
Why don‟t you say hi
Is it cause you‟re just too faraway

...maybe it was a nail

do the dead dream too?

'I have woke, Roger that.'

from dawn's early grave
the just sleep through and through
light becomes an alarm clock
time to rise
and meet a new day.

Where will ya go when ya die.

haunt or taunt some sleepy head
who
wants to talk to ya
some of those memories of past
do not fade...so easily
left all too soon it seems
and not quite to part the waves
still lapping at the shore
tide in
and moon rising.
I see two lights in the morning sky
rise and shine
oh come ye faithful harvest moon
and soul filled summer sun.
~ "Happiness is an inside job." ~

As it works its way out into the world

some places it acts like triage
others like a long lost friend
almost always welcomed
and it's just a tip of a hat
a sometime fragile smile.

What's that?
that seems as news...
is old
yet like a classic line
a favored melody
draws more ears than tongues
awakens hearts to remember
there's laughter in the hills
and it's not only tears that wet the ground.

Freedom
 Freedom of religious worship and expression is essential to human
dignity -- which makes blocking the construction of a mosque for religious
reasons a violation of Christian belief. And laws preventing the building of
churches in Mecca or Riyadh do not make this principle less important
here.

www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn...90.html

By Michael Gerson

Every religious tradition has two competing visions. First, religion may be a
source of tribal identity. This was the norm for centuries in Western history.
The Christian church jostled for social power along with other interests,
pursuing a tribal agenda at the expense of Jews, heretics at home and
Muslims abroad. The goal was to see Christian theological beliefs publicly
recognized and favored. This remains a temptation in the United States
and a problem in much of the world, where the appeal of the tribe remains
strong.

But Christianity, as an Abrahamic faith, sets out another vision -- an

assertion of human worth and dignity that transcends tribe and nation.
Christianity has accommodated this belief in slow, halting, often hypocritical
stages -- a history that should leave Christians tolerant of the slow, halting,
hypocritical progress of other traditions. The implications of this shift within
Christianity, however, are profound. In light of this belief, the purpose of
social influence for Christians is not to favor their own faith; it is to serve a
view of universal rights and dignity taught by their faith. It is not to advance
their own creed; it is to apply that creed in pursuit of the common good.
This is what turns religion into a positive social force -- a determination to
defend everyone's dignity.
“I don't understand how an Abrahamic faith is attributed
with an assertion of human worth. All the Abrahamic
scriptures sing very loudly in a very different tone.

I begrudgingly grant the 'right' to indulge in evil thoughts,

but cannot endorse Abrahamic monotheism - even were
its origins not in genocide, its history not so defined by
violence and oppression, its modern cults not so
shockingly hate-fueled, its tenets are unacceptably vile.
The belittlement of humanity extends to not only the foul
Other but of the simple Self.

The only thing more frustrating than the idiocy of the

outcry against this mosque was the plan to build it in the
first place. No one, no one can plausibly drape this plan
in the colors of reconciliation or outreach in today's world.
It is simply hatefulness all the way around. I truly wish the
enterprise of religion to cease immediately. Its
organizations are as corrupt and villainous as any. That
hate-driven Christians plan to burn a Q'uran is only
noteworthy in that they are receiving attention for it now
and that only because suddenly it is topical in a way that
is titillating and provocative to the majority of other
Muslims and Christians.

That said, ¡freedom of religion!, bitches: first dickhead to

try to stop it with anything but words needs a vicious
bootdown and a three month vacance at County Camp.
Rarr!” ~Loki
 Theism

I guess you had to be there to appreciate any worth it

might have had at the time of its discovery.
Probably got a lot of laughs, first time heard around the
campfire, probably was forgotten, only to be revived in
quiet moments of contemplation. Trying to personify God
actually makes a lot of sense, even if the ear getting bent
was a machine recorder. Personifying religion is more
like calling out your Dad, but not to his face, and not
doing where it might somehow get back to him.

“I'd grant that Judaism introduced a concept of compassion for

food once they settled down from marching pace to place and
killing every single man woman n' bairn in sight; I'd even grant that
the ablutions used by soldiers on the Seventh Day to try to cope
with the absolute horror of what they were doing eventually
evolved into some neat rituals; but that's about it. I was a lot more
sympathetic about Christianity's origins until I studied up on them.
Islam... well.... once again I have to go to the rituals to find the
worth, and there it is aesthetic and not spiritual per se worth that I
discover.

If these theologies were not so horrendously evil I could try to

make some case for them - would, by nature, surely - but in the
wash I just can't. It's a hill of lies draped around excuses for
murder. “ ~Loki
 Well I don't understand what someone else did can have to do with
what happens next. It's not like you can follow in their footsteps. I
personally don't have the means, motive and opportunity. And
perhaps more importantly, no desire to obtain them.

But then you are touching on some weird forms of functional

insanity. Of course I mean terribly fucked up and not in a good way
at all. Remember they indict themselves, not their banner or
bandanna, or crest, or secret handshake, these 'accessories' of
style, forms of debatable substances, masquerading or just
raiding. Truly if they had something better to do, they would be
doing it.
...and occasionally some actually do...there's the real Terror...
something that cannot be defeated.
Like me.
And you.
Of course that means no surrender, well not any obvious one.

Alas...Brave words don't require action.

Nice to live without violence and mayhem.
"Find me one - one - moment "

Research assistance does not come cheap.

A minimum of $50.00/hr. might get an estimate.
One's own searches of course are not without a potentially greater
risk/reward.
For when discovering, what one is looking for, one has only oneself to
praise and, or condemn.

5 Things You Can Do TODAY To Get Happier!

www.bluezones.com/
Written by Dan Buettner

1. INVEST IN YOUR HEALTH – Health is a prerequisite to happiness. In

other words, You can't be happy if you're unhealthy. Eating wisely and
moving naturally are the best way to get fit
2. CREATE QUALITY FRIENDSHIPS – When it comes to a social
network, quality is more important the quantity. Having two good friends
who care about you – whether your chips are up or down – is more
important than a huge network. We often forget that friends rarely come
on their own accord: they require effort, time and nurturing.
3. EXPLORE YOUR RELIGION – World surveys show that religious
people are more happy than non-religious people. Religious people are
more likely to have a strong social network and to be at peace with their
lives and mortality. What to do: if you have a religion, make and effort to
reconnect with it. If not, visit four new religous communities in the next
three months and see if any of them align with your values.
4. SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOUR HOBBY – Build a model, knit a
sweater, climb a cliff, cook a gourmet meal. The point is to spend time
engaged in activities wherein you are optimally challenged, you get
immediate feedback, you lose sense of time and you do it because it's
intrinsically rewarding. Psychologist Mihaly Csíkszentmihályi identifies this
state as the state of flow. It is perhaps the best way to achieve authentic
sustainable happiness.
5. IF YOU'RE UNHAPPY, MOVE – Where you live has a bigger impact on
your happiness than your marital status, income, or even education level.
If you are not happy where you are, consider moving. World-wide studies
show that the happiest places on earth are not tropical islands but place
where you feel secure, people around you have the same level of status
as you do and it's easy to find a job that is interesting.

As always easier said than done.

But that's the challenge.
a conspiracy from within

a fall from grace, from familiar trusted sources does not usually occur
from an original source but from lineage, some that are raised from
scratch, or as needed from recruitment, plants enter in as many ways that
can be procured.

outside of honesty, fairness and friendly support in times of greatest need

and challenge, no one asks for much, especially that which can be done
for and with their immediate surroundings, power cannot corrupt merely
from its use, a plan, a motive (for change) and opportunity (to alter a
nominal condition) is required to turn to corruption, once trust is
broken and lost, into this breach, a flood of opposition moves in to assume
control.
The face is the soul of the body

"A picture is a fact."

"The human body is the best picture of the human soul."
"The face is the soul of the body."
"What can be shown, cannot be said."
Ludwig Wittgenstein

Mind is thought to have begun as a projection of our bodily processes and

to have evolved into a quasi-independent entity. A sort of symbiotic
situation, mind and bodywish, even though the mind is inclined to a sort of
parasitism, excessively normal, if that were possible.

Grand larceny is the sort of thing about which intelligent creatures feel
guilty. T or F ?
Clairvoyant readings of the future are a direct violation of the law of free
will. Y or N ?
"Better to have lofty ideas than to have none at all." - Vonnegut

No economy should be stuck in a position of growth without development,

nor development without growth.
As the unidentified wag said, "An idealist believes the short-run doesn't
count. A cynic believes the long-run doesn't matter, the realist believes
what is done or left undone in the short-run determines the long haul."

The question is not...Are we standing at the threshold of a new age?

But...Why aren't we in a new age?
And to answer it...Yes we are. Let no excuse deter, no naysayer
dissuade. Yes...Stand up and start walking, like you are there. Thus
longing and desire is not satisfied until you are there.

Nature of Cultural Genesis Beginnings

Culture/Nature/Groups:
Concepts are abstractions measured by the degree that they are related
to ongoing behavior streams, Culture is not only the content of minds, but
are also patterns of measurable behavior. People in separate cultures
differ in the way they think and how they behave, how they make a living,
according to the content of their social, artistic and ritual activities.
Difference between concepts and categories applied by culture members
to their own lives and the world they live in - are distinct from categories
used by anthropologists in describing and understanding them.

An Intellectual

"The Crime Against Humanity" by Marvin Harris

It is a crime because the real alternative to science is not anarchy but
ideology. Not peaceful artists, philosophers and anthropologists, but
aggressive fanatics and messiahs eager to annihilate each other and the
whole world if need be to prove their point.
Have you ever dreamed a memory?

I came across the idea while reading a book. The character, a young
adult, dreamed about the time she took a trip to a great water falls, when
she was little.

Future Occupations in the Ruins:

Looter, scavenger, railway worker, pathfinder, mapmaker, crane operator,
hoist operator, fisherfolk, boat people, provisioners, guides, authorized
excavators, explorers, historians, archaeoligists,engineers and scientists.

It's not fair!

"Scientists suffer from an inability and or unwillingness to perceive and or

explain spiritual (paranormal) activities." - Lawrence Spencer

It cannot be doubted that appeal is a relative matter, someone who is

attracted to one way, may not be attractive to another way, yet it exists
and is of some consequence. The power of arousing a sympatric
response.

Space/Time is considered real stuff, the cement between the bricks of the
particles.
Space/Time is the localized part of us that survives intact, absent the
scattering of particles, death is thus observed to be neutralized.
Space/Time - that does not hold particles together, death/destruction is a
mini many BIG BANG! Minus without the heat - but complete with slow
expansion - a kind of drifting - from which minds emerged, now
submerged to become devitalized.

Is there anything that could cause reintegration? - This cement

(space/time) slowly gathers stray particles - in a random matter of
collisions and attractions of electric charges of positives and negatives - a
building of differing patterns - patterns that follow space/time in the
absence of particle clumps and does not stray apart.

Theory
Self-adjoint operators in Hilbert Space (DEFINITION: A Hilbert space is an
inner product space which, as a metric space, is complete.)
Mathematical foundations of Quantum theory
Ergodic theorems
Numerical meteorology
Plutocracy

Reality too complex for oral communication. Silence. Security. Logic.

Prudence.
A different kind of 4 agreements.
Something's not in orbit in the capitol of this galaxy.
Weird is normal.
Has normality (weirdness) become a formality - of abnormality
(sameness)?

Security Questions:
What do you love above all?
Gold and women. (Value and Life-Givers)
All my decisions - the ultimate good - are in view.

What is the privledge of the dead?

To die no more.

Do you know what illuminates the night?

Poetry.

What is your religion?

I believe in the inspirations of the conscience.

Do you make any distinctions between the mysterious principles of

knowledge and those of love?
In my opinion, in love, there is no mystery.

How can you differentiate between lies & truth?

For the time being, you are free.

Cross that line,

there's no turning back to a dissipative operator called Director,
similar to a speculative operator to be named later.
Swedes, Americans and Germans were assimilated,
the rest were eliminated.
Superior attacks inferior - conquering Hero is misnamed.
We live in an echo beyond time,
yet we are time.
Your eyes have returned,
dying is not dying,
there's always one in every room,
in a future you don't want,
there is no conscience,
or do you?
Every day words disappear
because they are forbidden,
or changed to mean something they are not.

Where were you born?

Here.
You're lying, perhaps you don't know it.
You were born in Rama.

Incomprehensible things called poetry.

Sensuality.
Your voice, your eyes, your hands
your silence, your words.
Away says hate,
closer says love.
Words without thought.

Why?
Cause I love you.
Capitol of Pain.
Capitol of Sorrow.
So much time, to not know,
so little, to know.
I don't care
how you define it,
just don't try to confine it.
Love.
Buddy love - Bunny love.
Because.
Where is the place to be.
When is the time to see.
What is the thing to do.
Who is the name to call.
Why is the reason to wave.
How is the way to live.

Post-Historic Man will be allergic to science for 1 or 2 centuries.

What is indispensable to a truly human existence?
Everyone is born synesthetic,
only to lose the capacity as the brain matures,
inheriting a genetic mutation results in failure to prune juvenile
connections. Assumptions about the laterally contained in such a
statement are so far off base as to be not even wrong.
The exceptions that prove the rules, never say never, except to say never
after you can, never say All swans are white after observing a single black
swan.
Color is perceived before orientation, which is perceived before motion
with slight lag time (30 to 40 microseconds).
Why is it hard to sit still when we hear a good beat?
Color is a property of the brain, not the physical world. Why is that?
Brain ignores lights wavelength, favor viewing for angle, ignore for size -
distance.

A Hilbert space is always a Banach space*, but the converse need not
hold.
A (small) joke told in the hallways of MIT ran, "Do you know Hilbert? No?
Then what are you doing in his space?" (S. A. Vaughn, pers. comm., Jul.
31, 2005)

*In the finite-dimensional case, all norms are equivalent. An infinite-

dimensional space can have many different norms.
The Human Touch

Beauty touched is beauty bruised

give me meat
bodies with feet
where we can meet
on level ground
or perhaps ocean swells
then on a mountain peak
we speak
beauty bruised is beauty touched
and healed with hands
that bodies have
and lips that speak.

"The land's a gift,

the sea a storm,
cave's a shelter,
this journey is our voices heard."
opened letter

The CLOUD-BRAIN and post singularity loneliness

I think we've gotten the picture by now, otherwise you really are talking to
the dead, who really are clueless about everything that happens after they
die, but can be sure to fill heads with things that happened before death set
in.

So as the words drip and dry from deaf ears, the hollow laughter echoes
into the only stuff you can relate from. You may simply have a
malnourishment of evil, an overabundance of conscience, like Vincent
before you, you are too good for this world and just as likely the next, but
aren't you glad there may not be one, at this point no educated guesses
can do any better than 50/50. Again, even numbers have no reliable
standards that can avoid alterations that mix metaphors with analogies,
with token sentimentality, topped off with incendiary literalness. Meanwhile
your literary one-trick pony…. anyway if you are not the one not evil, why
not, you are guaranteed to gain nothing nor lose nothing by this rather
arbitrary choice, less you believe you could ever be the only one to try it,
someday you'll be, uselessly to you, either venerated or absolutely mired in
forgetfulness like all the other not evil that have come before and after, only
you in this middle is a possible missing link., if you were to momentarily
forget your non-caring, it still will not be worth as much as abdicating acting
above inaction, due to your internal weather of perpetual gloom.

If no one escapes death, then no one endures without mercy.

What do the dead expect: To live no more.
There's a shadow on the moon
far away from dark and gloom,
it is lifeless and still
like all of us no less real,
when you have doubts
jump up and SHOUT,
feel the shadow move.
Search Me

there are laws in books against cruel and unusual

punishment, sometimes they jump off the page and are enacted.
Good feelings, feeling good don't ask for thought
or a name.

I don‟t know how to go about excluding somethings

that may be under-appreciated, you never know when they might come in
handy or perhaps need some help.
Somethings are wonderful as they are, seemingly almost perfect in many
ways and their preservation for some time is precious and there is a great
and mysterious flux of forces that continually transform and play beyond
what little we are fortunate to perceive, but the immensity of what there is to
discover and understand, perhaps a little is more than being the sky is the
limit.

We are just a little bit aware of the universe, imagine what it might be like if
the universe became just a little bit aware us.

It cannot be done with fear, but maybe with caution. It cannot be done with
hate, but maybe with respect.

There‟s a Cliché about a thin line between or with love and hate,
perhaps too with respect and fears, cautions and hate.
or 11

consider
sex
is lovely
otherwise could not exist
when not
again
would not exist
change no
altered no
change of subject
to an object
and objection
is less than an expression
some sort of confession
a unkund of self conviction
a hangman's hand
is but a substitute
for a bound one.

Normally or usually
not a blabbermouth
to avoid exploding
my fingers are tapping
cause my shoes are not steel toed/
Treasure of Mount Kilimanjaro

from banks and bushes

olive gold green
berry fantastic
my love knows no bounds
I only know what I've seen
...and felt.
I well and swell
not larger than Life
as large as can be.
That‟s me.
Touched and heard
nary a discouraging word
and laughter and bright colored felt tipped pens.
We sang today in moonlight
and dimming of light to night
so bright we shone
climbed mountains
and stairs on wheels
He said he is strong...
and is OKAY!
What a day.
Not spiders that web

somewhere behind/inside connections

my life with titles and deeds
not anonymous, now visible
mine and yours, his, hers, ours, theirs
with, for, beside those that come outside

the dirt on my soles

the ground giving color to veins
and the cocoon of my dreams
bursting free, everywhere
all of this and...
-- these be my domain

where you been

where you see
satellite from grounding
ground to a hole in sky
or dark body aglow

a bit déjà vu
didn't like the sound of
truth or reality
ready for
truth and reality.

Eg
What could be more relevant to you than your own name?

Nothing could be more than or perhaps same as, yet some 'what'
could be as relevant or almost as relevant, or certainly as near as
relevant, dependent on opportunity or availability.

What is the organization of the living?

What takes place in the phenomenon of perception.

Autopoiesis
The term was originally introduced by Chilean biologists Humberto
Maturana and Francisco Varela in 1972:
An autopoietic machine is a machine organized (defined as a unity) as
a network of processes of production (transformation and
destruction) of components which: (i) through their interactions and
transformations continuously regenerate and realize the network of
processes (relations) that produced them; and (ii) constitute it (the
machine) as a concrete unity in space in which they (the components)
exist by specifying the topological domain of its realization as such a
network.
[…] the space defined by an autopoietic system is self-contained and
cannot be described by using dimensions that define another space.
When we refer to our interactions with a concrete autopoietic system,
however, we project this system on the space of our manipulations
and make a description of this projection.

Space may be continuous and not, may be discrete as well as immune

to homogenization, and space may not refer only to location/place,
there may be other dimensions that do not relate nor so much as
transcend as to extend notions of where and even how, as to why.
lf ...

sunning
too much is wilting
dunning
is water and shade and night sky sleep
echoes and jackals
with promises to keep
when ...
I think they said, left alone the oil sucks the oxygen out of the
streamwater.
Whether or not, Life is a duty and pleasure.
We do know that when one comes without the other, the other is
missed.
Any ideas of balancing something, where great pleasure demands
some great suffering, is where 'the psychopath' steps off the train
without grabbing onto to someone, as if to announce
I can do this alone and don't require an audience that would just as
likely not even show up, having some happy show of hands of
shadows on the walls dancing between the flickering lights, sleeping
while the clattery clack rocks us through the cavernous tunnels and
breaks daylight in a even more blinding array of sunspots and dizzy
making whirl-aborts. when the psychopath answers your call
it, yes I do mean an it, with a small, minuscule i,
that alone, calling it teeny and oh so weensy,
might cause the coward freaks of nature to sublime
relegated to cleanup duty, aisle #9, slop bucket in tow
broom sweeper all aglow, with defeated rage
misspent anger with no particular place to grow
"I'll start from the innards and eat my through
to an outer frozen pastry of berries or maybe Barry Manilow”
certainty of Hell, set me free to devour the overflowing glut,
suckered clean the carbon trapped dream,
murkier waters ahead and a dark nightingale of crash to burn.
The ocean...it's all aflame…
and then…my own soft acid tongue is the king of mean.

All ocean, cellophane and peace

the world is...
All ocean, cellophane and peace
Fuel and Fuse

rivers of sand
mountain of hope
leftover freezes of northern climes
changes everything
for later retrieval
and reversal of fortune
we'll sleep in the cocoon
of communal streams
dreams made from passion
and fed on fashion, some style
and grace.
A taste of yesterday
and a continued promise
of ever happy
with a sun to rise
and a moon that knows.
Is Gravity Electrically Neutral?

Electricity and Magnetism are thought to be inseparable.

As if to have stood alone, two Its cease to exist, vanish into thin air.
One becomes not the other but joins to be a Two.
And Gravity acting as a pulley, some downright bully,
acting as if from a pulpit,
at once giving a flight or to bring all crashing to close encounter with
something larger,
massive by sheer size, that it engulfs and swallows whole the tiny
fragments, we call life.
If Life does not take hold in one place,
Life will be found in another,
and eventually return to that place where it had tried and failed,
and whether it stays or strays is not a question of if but when,
cause the places have faces and memories of kinder, gentler places
and even then it‟s the places that change
and grow into a place where Life will dwell again.
Meanwhile that's why some radical approaches are so in favor.
0h well at least by some pioneering free radicals, (as well as the
sequestered)
for some accelerating moments, answers fly faster than an eye can
see,
or an ear hear, value of discoveries lie in their results posted on a
lampshade,
in some private refrain, bounds a train of thoughts leading on
and sometimes in to another.
Relativity treats gravity as a limited manifestation of macroscopically
curved space and time
and perhaps not even able to manifest in microscopically curved or
not interior space.
So, maybe there is no outer of the inner, so this between is a matter of
layers,
perhaps a kind of skin separating interior and exterior.
Just because there is strong and weak nuclear force is there instead,
perhaps gravity cannot manifest at all without curved space and time.
Inside the atom there‟s not enough mass for such a closed and
limited field
to cause or need some attraction and any repulsion,

“How odd it is that anyone should not see that all observation must
be for against some view if it is to be of any service!” Darwin~
Sound minus transmitter or receiver is quiet.

But not without movement, some of which echoes and fades.

A receiver will seek transmissions across time or it may find
transmitting(s) arrive as a surprise, blown by leaf of seed or spore.
The rest of history transpires and renews with further quests and
cultivation, not of just spite, or idle curiousness, a plan or call to
action.

“The economy can grow indefinitely without immediate environmental

impact, as long as the growth takes place in sectors that don't
demand energy or raw materials, such as intellectual property and
personal services.”
Charlie Stross
http://www.antipope.org/charlie/blog-static/2010/05/unpleasant-
medicine.html#more

What is consciousness?
It may not have occurred to a singular consciousness to answer what
is being asked, without assuming identities that mediate.
Consciousness has no single or precise definition, what it has is
multiple and imprecise definitions, the isness has periodic memory,
awareness, emotions, thoughts and identity that are actions to
responses, as well as responses to actions.

Infinite infinities, if necessary.

So, imagine a possibility of an unnecessary infinity, if that infinity had

an imaginative ability, that alone could make it necessary, if only to
itself, but there could be a problem of deciding between necessary
and unnecessary, if the possibility of being unnecessary ever was
imagined.

Which leads to the possibility of imagining an unnecessary infinity

that could not have an imaginative ability and by that 'only' existed by
the imaginative qualities of a necessary infinity.

In order to avoid unnecessary mistakes, imagining

an infinity as unnecessary could follow some of Marshal McLuhan's
simplest of rules or what he called Laws of Communication.
Necessary is what does these things:
1. Enhance
2. Retrieve
3. Reverse
4. Obsolesce

With these needs in mind, unnecessary could be of a temporary,

intermittent, periodic, or transitory nature or way. By being episodic,
so to speak, there becomes one less infinity, since it‟s occasional or
often absence would exclude it from being infinite, thus there is one
less infinity, which might leave some space or imaginative thought to
have a new, shiny and wholly necessary infinity.

Who Says Words With My Mouth?

by Rumi

All day I think about it,

then at night I say it.
Where did I come from,
and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere,
I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness
began in some other tavern.
When I get back around
to that place,
I'll be completely sober.
Meanwhile, I'm like a bird
from another continent,
sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear
who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste
one sip of an answer,
I could break out
of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord,
and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here
will have to take me home.
This poetry,
I never know
what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet
and rarely speak at all.

From „Americana‟ by Don DeLillo

…the babbling infant simply bathes in “the river which is language
without thought.”
As rendered by Thomas Pynchon, these lines from the twenty-ninth of
Rilke‟s „Sonnets to Orpheus represent a subjectivity realized in
language:
And though Earthliness forget you,
To the stilled Earth say: I flow.
To the rushing water speak: I am.
A man walks into a bar. The bartender asks him what he wants.
"Nothing," he says. "So why did you come in here?"
"Because nothing is better than a cold drink."

Hypostatization
(Attributes intention to abstraction)
Ode to Watson

Take birds for example.

They do not fly.
They ride the winds.
They steer and maneuver,
Leap, jump, dive and glide.
And without air, they're fish with feathers,
Outta water and outta luck.
Walking as a naked buck, or paddling like a duck.
If Brains are for movement without the movement.
Swimming another form of navigating.
Come the body, then the steam engine.
Reach the Bonnie, over the ocean.
Does it matter, where, arrives a direction,
Within the middle of relations, from top or bottom?
The end…is never far, the beginning… always near.
Why we got this way is how we are.

Dedicated as always to the Unfortunate Raccoon and E.S.

Feburary 2011

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(='.'=)
....g....
(")_(")

♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥

©©
And yes, that's a Scottish Wabbit
With rather amBiguous ears
Both or either fish and fowl.
Drawn by an adoptee named Spyder (Josh)
Circa !985. #1&only son at 9.
Yours truly scrawled the Love McBunny signature
Original was done in ink on napkin
The lower left symbol is of mysterious secrecy,
Not merely unambiguous, it's unfathomable.
Although I suppose it could be a paint can inside a circle,
Celebrating graffiti or something.
The Appendage:

I can't recall the diatribe at the moment.

So why did you write it? Maybe you have already answered
that. No I do not think you are commonly out of line or
overbearing. I like your posts and think there is a lot of
humor in them, very important to me. I wish to express more
humor myself. As far as pulling in your horns goes, I guess
some good natured needling doesn't do much harm; at least
it doesn't have to hurt. We be big boys and girls in mindx
after all.
Well sometimes. It's rather an interesting sort of family to get
involved with and you will do well to stay and enjoy the
exchanges. Some do go round and round, including all. The
conflict is not some great concern, so long as no hard
feelings taken too far, or even at all.
Knowing how we are perceived can be tricky for all; we are
not alone in that. We get understood and misunderstood, and
often there is no one to really blame or give all that much
credit to. I try not to sweat it and know that I can change it
some, but cannot really change someone else or even want
to try. Over all you are doing fine, it's good to ask though,
and thanks for noticing my heart and head, it took some work
and really just being myself, funny to say, it seems natural to
me, but surely don't always express it in words all that
clearly. I won't try and compare my own solitary nature; it
can be rough, no matter what the circumstance that brings it
about. I hope that you keep on mindx, you would be missed. I
am not one to judge too much, right now I 'conflict' some
with Preduction Boy, I meant prediction, so that was a lame
sort of joke, as long as it's in words, there is hope for further
discussion, (there have been others too) not a big deal.
Well I could ramble on some more, but it is getting late and
early too.
I can see it as scifi, but will it speak to me, will I relate, I will
take some time to read before replying with review, more
likely some comments that your story might inspire, it's not
easy being something you are not, your self may
appear in disguise, but I know of no hiding places, the
problem of impersonation is one of finding style and
character that is both familiar and strange, while still being
charming is some indefinable way.

Most are oblivious.

so we don't rely on them for what's happening, or blame

them, reminders and examples, first you get their attention
my giving some, it's a tricky thing, and failure is an option,
but not one to repeat too often, once can be enough
sometimes, but don't give an inch, start with some kindness
and go from there.

Not so, fast.

Ok, so far there are the usual nick picks of tori spelling,
kelsey grammar and clarity bell, I suppose these are more
proof-reading and not strictly speaking review, but I am still
reading, for some one who has come accustomed to taking
my time, I suppose it might be a sign that I just couldn't put
it down and just couldn't wait to put it down. Anyway, some
early thoughts of...
Playing on the radio...."It's all been done."....and now my
sweet Lord.
Well we do not need to go for the hidden meanings to see
that fiction falls short of trying to provide a picture of the
future.....so far.
So, we are talking about what is direct and indirect. I have
to reach a conclusion, but not before I finish reading. I am
at this point still reaching,
Waiting while you wait too. and perhaps I am naked too.

couldn't help wondering if i am evil

Love is a many-splendored thing

It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring
Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a king
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood
still, Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it
how to sing. Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing

or as Gump might put it:

"Evil is as evil does."
What if "Sin Ate the Apple"?
Besides being the name of a music group that lives next door
if might change a few past mistakes.
Remember the Tree of knowledge is Good&Evil
supposedly the worm only knew evil and hadn't ever really
eaten anything.
It was banned remember, and wormy is nothing if not
obedient, and loyal, and faithful, but certainly an a-one
Tempter.
Well one real wonder is that anyone manages to not wonder.
So might as well wonder are you good as well.
and what a mix like that might look like,
act like
do like:]
write like
like someone who cared enough
to spend some time
if only to provide some entertainment
something to laugh about

"Take the bread from me, if you want

take the air from me, but
do not take from me your laughter" ` Pablo Neruda

worry about adventurers

bh (7:27 AM): Any criminals or unbridled psychopaths were

isolated and counseled or medicated
Glen (7:28 AM): not a good idea.......isolation for too
long...... counseled by who?

Glen (7:28 AM): someone else who is isolated

Glen (7:29 AM): well medicated with what?

Glen (7:29 AM): medicine?

Glen (7:29 AM): food...how are they learning psychopathic

behavior?

Glen (7:30 AM): from sort where is this anomaly arising?

I starting getting more into reading with chapter 8,

really nothing serious to go against here, mostly trivial nick
picks which I won't bother with.
Fail safes and back up systems prevail, as it becomes
harder to fail what sort of cure is there for having
everything you need and then not knowing what it is that
one wants ....Now.

more at undefined.

If Atoms Never Swerved

I‟d never get the nerve to put a file in the cake, ignore ziggy
and zag, eschew a rack of lamb, actually listen to someone‟s
else inner voice. There would be no more surprises, tucked
somewhere between a brand new drill, a most favored trade
status and Buffalo Bill‟s most ironic mistake.
And most of all, have all the flavors run dry, a niche without a
weapon, a pill without symptom, a day like yesterday that
didn‟t mean a thing.
But they do, baby, they do.
They swerve, sometimes stop like they never had a spin,
Stevie‟s arc of the diver tells us when...
“With you my love we're going to raid the future
With you my love we're going to stick up the past
We'll hold today to ransom 'til our quartz clock stop until
yesterday.”
Is good and evil...like oranges and apples?
none comparable categories.
I'm thinking that good doesn't have an opposite.
Good is not divine, but likes divine, may even try and so love
it.
Evil is not so much evil as opposition.
How one might oppose divine might largely
be...unknown...unknowable.
Question might be...is unknowable... exist-able (existential)?
I'm not saying this is sensible...it is thinking out loud or in
this case writing out this to you. At the moment, machines
don't seem to have a life of their own, only in what is given to
them, some simulated activity as tools, extensions, if power
does not corrupt,
how could a machine, a snake or lizard?
But then, I don't think lizards and snakes are machines.
Neanderthals, etc., may not be so much extinct as become
recessive.
Not so much leaders as followers or following, but it is us in
their footsteps.
Standing on their shoulders, one of many ancestors, no not
so different, but separate,
if only by time, but not completely, no not that. and not by
space, still finding places in the environments we build,
adapt and see the change come round once again.

last question

Is criminal justice possible in an unjust society?

more like a masquerade ball....and chains.
it is curious though that there must be a demonstration of a
Just Society
before one can identify there is an unjust one.
I like to keep my 'alters' fictionalized, otherwise my inherent
genes of claustrophobia might come out of remission. I think
conflict is a jealous or envious reaction to becoming
obsolete, is it not obvious niche cults will find their private
parties, I'm reasonably sure history will continue to absorb
some scholarly or hobbyist interest of a few aficionados.

Is it better to be loved or feared?

Trust trumps love/respect.....fear'ndisgust...a reasonable

acceptance of health promotes clear
thoughts/ideas/emotions/feelings.
But in some measure of drunken delirium we may see
aspects that do not threaten total dis-corporation. as I may
perceive there's fragility to reckon with, enough jamming
produces bruises that may cease playfulness. preferably
loved but feared is what works sometimes. underneath the
veneer we are pragmatists. starving will show you. helps to
come from strength and some stockpiling of supplies,
nothing quite like a full larder.

i have to admit i take pleasure in berating some. not exactly a

secret
I read some educatorites favor a 6 to 1 ratio of praises to
berations
for me a skeptic of suspending follies one hits home
according to the deliverer. but then they are referring to
willing and able, at least susceptible learnanites well with
give and take there plenty of table scraps and leftovers to put
in a stew would a regular observe familiar with some.
as much as they do recognize their own proclivities you can
tell me.
I'm trained and loyal to a literary way, so literal and symbolic
appearances don't quite a lasting sway I just wonder what
manner of ten some are, if that is accurate. even some young
may be advanced beyond expectations
i won't bust out crying.
i know the most difficult thing to do is to not deceive
yourself. Sometimes i need a slap and sometimes
encouragement. Once I too indulge without too much
discretion, indirect as this can seem...might it lead to some
shortening of gaps. Throw out some disguised, subtly veiled
poke and remember innocence is born of curiosity.

cheers

Codas end too

There's a #1 Killer
a bullet with your name on it.
But if you change your handle
there could be less of a scandal,
and even a temporary reprieve
outlives Christopher Reeve.

Sorry for the alarm. You might consider taking poetic

injustice none 'too' seriously. In response to the extremely
big Hoofer, I was reminded of large things seen, and even
seeing they are hard to believe. I'm still trying to recall where
I saw the biggest fry pan I'd likely ever see. I'm saying that it
was in Cooperstown, New York, home to Baseball's Hall of
Fame. I took a road trip in the early 90's visiting ball parks
from Columbus, Ohio ( yankees minor league AAA farm
team, the Clippers), to Cleveland and the then new, Jacobs
Field, on to Three Rivers Stadium in Pittsburgh, a side visit
with Sister in Osceola, Pa. then to Cooperstown, where I
found this hugely large skillet, determined to bake an
Absurdly Big Chocolate Chip Cookie, the pan and cookie was
nearly a small town street wide circle. From there I made it to
Boston and the 'Green Monster'...Fenway and once home to
the Great Ted Williams, hitter that is.
Also Yaz and that Giant of a Man, Dick Radatz.
So, that pan in the photo you sent was meant to brain the
brainless Reaper....the bullet too I suspect or what other
means death might arrive (or not) for one and all. Yep...I
might not mind laying wood or aluminum bats on the Grim
Belfry. Symbolically.
I should shout that one....SYMBOLICALLY....
METAPHORICALLY.
aGAIN...sorry to be so alarming....I'm half a savant and not
much at predicting demises. So there. I be calling now.

Repeat the intended 'target' of the poem was 'aimed' at the

Grim Reapier.
I'm on the frying pan's side. and the lefties wielding in self-
defense\

Since it won't come down to a matter of hope, a weapon

system that has no deterrence, may not have a probability of
zero or one, might make incomplete a moot...a mutt and a
mute.
The forever desire of uncertainty strikes enough fear and
bravado to keep immunity one constant step ahead of doom.
Recall the universe supports its own contentiousness.
Maybe (that word) once in a great moon, it could depend on
either, or...one way abyss...the other, yet another reprieve, to
flip or spin, another turnstile, another gin joint, the universe
has dumps, but is not a dump...per se.