<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875</id><updated>2011-12-30T23:04:28.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[scratchYpost]</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://triggerdreams.blogspot.com"&gt;Shaun Lawton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-1872315219590724296</id><published>2011-10-11T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:51:08.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Solar System As Laboratory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Q: If life can arise from inorganic matter so quickly and easily, why is it not abundant in the solar system and beyond? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: It may be rare or unique to certain&amp;nbsp;solar systems, but there are countless solar systems beyond ours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Q: If biology is an inherent property of matter, why have chemists so far been unable to reconstruct life, or anything close to it, in the laboratory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Because the laboratory required must, by definition, &lt;b&gt;be&lt;/b&gt; a solar system.&amp;nbsp; i.e, Thus far chemists have not been able to recreate the conditions of a solar system, by definition.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Q: The origins of life on Earth bristle with puzzle and paradox. Which came first, the proteins of living cells or the genetic information that makes them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: The genetic information that makes them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Q: How could the metabolism of living things get started without an enclosing membrane to keep all the necessary chemicals together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Our atmsophere itself functions as an enclosing membrane.&amp;nbsp; Consider the sky as the lid that keeps all the necessary chemicals together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Q: But if life started inside a cell membrane, how did the necessary nutrients get in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: By meteoritic injection. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If a terrestrial explanation is struggling to break through, the following conclusions should be considered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The earth may be tantamount to an egg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;If cell-like structures formed naturally from fatty chemicals which were present on primitive earth, and there is no current explanation for how nucleotides could ever have arisen spontaneously, perhaps the answer is mirrored within the sexual&amp;nbsp; model for reproduction, only on a cosmic scale:&amp;nbsp; Something tantamount to "meteoritic insemination" may have provided the "left hand" pathway for the earth's "right hand" fatty chemicals to be triggered with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If chemists' and biologists' only option for figuring life out is in the laboratory, then they better start expanding their laboratory. I suggest they begin by first knocking down its walls and letting the air in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If earth and our solar system become their laboratory,&amp;nbsp; they should make better progress, I would think.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-1872315219590724296?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/1872315219590724296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-solar-system-as-laboratory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1872315219590724296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1872315219590724296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-solar-system-as-laboratory.html' title='Our Solar System As Laboratory'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-7808411681634750001</id><published>2011-08-17T19:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:35:28.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEDGE 4 NEW CLEAR DAZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/thornswrath"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c152/thorngrub/luciferal-2.jpg"/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I hereby pledge to breathe ammonia till I grow gills" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby pledge to grow a tolerance to mercury" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby pledge a devotion to the dysmorphological" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby pledge to lead the way by example towards the exalted discipline of teratogenesis" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby pledge to hold my congenital malformations in the highest esteem" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby pledge to help lead all mutants into the next stage of our advancement as a species" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby pledge to never get enough insecticides, herbicides, and sapienicides in my daily diet" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby pledge abuse of intoxicants to be mandatory, if only slightly" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby pledge to accept all forms of recombinant pathogenicity" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby pledge to worship all viruses, bacteria, fungi, protozoa, and higher parasites" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby acknowledge our role as homo sapiens sapiens as being entirely subservient to this Higher Order Of Pathogens" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hereby dedicate my life to suffering and passion", &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So be it; truly. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-7808411681634750001?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/7808411681634750001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/08/pledge-4-new-clear-daze.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7808411681634750001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7808411681634750001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/08/pledge-4-new-clear-daze.html' title='&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;PLEDGE 4 NEW CLEAR DAZE&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-5099979577946030330</id><published>2011-05-03T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:39:33.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Freezine of Fantasy &amp; Science Fiction: FREEZINE SEEKS STORIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freezineoffantasyandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/2011/05/freezine-seeks-stories.html?spref=bl"&gt;the Freezine of Fantasy &amp;amp; Science Fiction: FREEZINE SEEKS STORIES!&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c152/thorngrub/freezine/ratty-2-1.jpg"/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: "Head's up, wayward cybertravellers and lost virtual souls of the Interweb.  The nanoswarm editors  have initiated a request that genre writers should take note of"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-5099979577946030330?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/5099979577946030330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/05/freezine-of-fantasy-science-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/5099979577946030330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/5099979577946030330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/05/freezine-of-fantasy-science-fiction.html' title='the Freezine of Fantasy &amp; Science Fiction: FREEZINE SEEKS STORIES!'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c152/thorngrub/freezine/th_ratty-2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-7237005528795091626</id><published>2011-04-19T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:06:23.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swarmalescense</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;Only the position or momentum of a particle, but not both, can be known with certainty&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;— common knowledge in the quantum realm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view—that there exists no objective physical reality other than that which is revealed through measurement interpreted in terms of quantum mechanical formalism—remains strangely unassailable to this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causality (the relationship between cause and effect) operates throughout all orders of experience, including both the quantum and macro/micronic levels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite humans having had a sincere interest in their surroundings ever since first being released unto them, they remain at large and unable to process the entirety of the big picture (that they have necessarily been parts of) since their inception into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The controlling factors which account for humanity's presence are not limitless, yet to summarize their entire scope seems impossible in human terms. One of the main reasons for this, is that there is usually more than one possible option by which any effect may be caused.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of humanity's most intriguing aspects has been the fixation on limiting the menu of options that explain their existence through the narrow window of their own worldview. On an individual scale, this is problematic at best towards establishing self-awareness; on a group level—for such enlightenment—it is fatal at least.  It is often joked about, concerning &lt;i&gt;homo sapiens sapiens&lt;/i&gt;, that humans are the singular creatures in all of known existence who wear shoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite many advances in both their external sciences and their development of internal cognizance, humans have yet to fully come around to a more refined perception of causation.   Despite having been perpetually clued-in throughout history that the list of factors constituting the finer gradation of causative variables in the universe may be &lt;i&gt;infinite at most&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;endlessly cyclic at least&lt;/i&gt;, humanity has yet to surrender completely to the idea that it is but an infinitesimal fraction of the whole organism currently in operation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all sapient hominids in the universe define themselves as not only having been introduced to creation separately, furthermore, they cannot function properly without an oblique separation from the growing self-awareness to the contrary that their engineered micro-circuitry engenders over time.  That is to say, the  ultimate role or function of the paradoxically "self aware" sapient species throughout the universe seems to remain just that:  a paradox not merely in the &lt;i&gt;perceptive sense&lt;/i&gt; of being limited to gleaning just the &lt;i&gt;surfaces&lt;/i&gt; of the reality it is immersed in, but furthermore, a &lt;i&gt;living, existing paradox in defiance of possibility itself&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There exists a key in the comprehension of this dynamic.  That key is Paradox itself, which by definition cannot fully be understood (otherwise it would not be paradoxical).  In lieu of an enlightened understanding of such oxymoronic truth, the suggestion remains that to accept contradictory information, one must perforce coat that bitter pill 'with a thin layer of faith'—or, at the very least—a workable suspension of disbelief.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existence itself—being entirely a relative matter—begins to make sense when compared against its alternative, non-existence.  Another way of stating this same exact thing is to admit that non-existence makes no sense.  Conversely, &lt;i&gt;sense makes existence.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the perceived is revealed to be identical to the one perceiving.   This is also how identity itself is revealed to be &lt;i&gt;the perception&lt;/i&gt; of existence.  Without this dynamic—there can be no existence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion this evidence points to is a simple one from the larger perspective of reality, yet from the narrowed perspective of humanity, it remains a largely unprocessed, and therefore staggering conclusion indeed:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There can only be a single real identity in all of creation&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being expressed through a myriad manifestations, the key towards unlocking the gates of comprehension remains the same shape as ever:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the very shape of &lt;a href="http://trutheism.blogspot.com"&gt;paradox itself&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-7237005528795091626?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/7237005528795091626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/04/swarmalescense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7237005528795091626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7237005528795091626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/04/swarmalescense.html' title='swarmalescense'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-8866563461242783405</id><published>2011-03-14T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:27:09.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>humanexorcise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Study In Irony As Prison Bars&lt;br&gt;Keeping Us From Being Free&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we demonize our subjects, we rob them of the very humanity that made them so monstrous in the first place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we take care to humanize them, we begin the painstaking process of isolating, and therefore possibly removing, that which has the potential to become demonic in us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By refusing to humanize murderers, tyrants, and despots—we set up the circumstances by which their histories become repeated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This refusal to face and accept humanity's dark side is what I consider to be the apotheosis of the "demonic" itself, for it is the very foundation which allows the demonic in us to grow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the very force which allows the cycle to repeat itself, unhindered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we &lt;i&gt;humanize&lt;/i&gt; our most notorious evildoers is the very day we put our demons on trial. So long as they remain &lt;i&gt;demonized&lt;/i&gt;—they are free to cycle through us eternally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those demons would vanish into thin air if we owned up to our humanity, making the need to punish or imprison them an entirely moot point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they need to be banished—as any proper demon deserves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in order to do that, it would be necessary to do away with our superstition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-8866563461242783405?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/8866563461242783405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/03/humanexorcism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/8866563461242783405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/8866563461242783405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/03/humanexorcism.html' title='humanexorcise'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-7802010257821055239</id><published>2011-03-14T10:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:10:42.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>\M/AGNEt</title><content type='html'>Dear Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the Internet &lt;br /&gt;as a gigantic, all-encompassing &lt;br /&gt;\m/AGNE⊥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that may have been &lt;br /&gt;designed for one purpose&lt;br /&gt; yet certainly was implemented&lt;br /&gt; for another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the mandated decree &lt;br /&gt;that its sociomagnetism &lt;br /&gt;be carefully directed &lt;br /&gt;towards an all-too compliant &lt;br /&gt;citizenship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to keep us &lt;br /&gt;permanently &lt;br /&gt;entrapped in &lt;br /&gt;this prison &lt;br /&gt;of disinformation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it&lt;br /&gt; There's no room for conspiracy, here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This all developed naturally &lt;br /&gt;at an organic pace&lt;br /&gt; fed by our own &lt;br /&gt;psychological &lt;br /&gt;demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We created the Internet &lt;br /&gt;to trap ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The manifestation &lt;br /&gt;of our psychowar &lt;br /&gt;appears all too real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just take a look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those micro-devices &lt;br /&gt;everyone's fingertapping into&lt;br /&gt; Magnetic plumb bobs &lt;br /&gt;chrome lures&lt;br /&gt; Shiny&lt;br /&gt; barbless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This line and tackle bait&lt;br /&gt; fully swallowed&lt;br /&gt; keeps its users &lt;br /&gt;hooked after &lt;br /&gt;being digested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You better believe we eat it right up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this \m/AGNE⊥&lt;br /&gt; people call it a prison &lt;br /&gt;under construction&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think of it as a Church&lt;br /&gt; obviously, there's no difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We're trying to build a prison&lt;br /&gt; (there is no They)&lt;br /&gt; and we're succeeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because this is the real Church&lt;br /&gt; The Thing that holds us in thrall&lt;br /&gt; while we practice our ablutions &lt;br /&gt;from the point of view &lt;br /&gt;of a first person shooter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are all information addicts&lt;br /&gt; These words can not be read by anyone else&lt;br /&gt; nor could they be penned by anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The act of writing itself &lt;br /&gt;is the very definition &lt;br /&gt;of this imprisonment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are all addicts and prisoners, here&lt;br /&gt; While this is literally, in fact, the case&lt;br /&gt; very few manage to escape this place&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Of the few that do&lt;br /&gt; nothing can really be said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not about them&lt;br /&gt; It is about some folk &lt;br /&gt;responsible for maintaining &lt;br /&gt;the continued construction &lt;br /&gt;of the information prisoncell &lt;br /&gt;equivalent of an underground &lt;br /&gt;railway out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the keys toward escaping &lt;br /&gt;the prison is first becoming &lt;br /&gt;a functional part of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This key we all start out with&lt;br /&gt; it's a given we've been imprisoned&lt;br /&gt; all our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's another thing altogether&lt;br /&gt; having to admit it, however&lt;br /&gt; That's why an overwhelming&lt;br /&gt; majority of the populace &lt;br /&gt;will never get to use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first key will usually rust &lt;br /&gt;in a pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Good thing there's more keys&lt;br /&gt; They're just harder to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like any prison environment&lt;br /&gt; Factions, cliques, and gangs &lt;br /&gt;become unavoidable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a perfect example of how mentality &lt;br /&gt;can be more inescapable &lt;br /&gt;than mere prison walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To attempt to break out of the Church &lt;br /&gt;is an attempt to break out of a mentality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To accomplish this, one must normally &lt;br /&gt;acknowledge that thinking itself &lt;br /&gt;stands in the way of revelation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why this is not a thought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a gesture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A file of letters&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Handle with care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It cuts both ways&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A track with rails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A car with handles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A letter of files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Try not to misunderstand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and I'll see you out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Outside these prison walls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-7802010257821055239?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/7802010257821055239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/03/magnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7802010257821055239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7802010257821055239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2011/03/magnet.html' title='\M/AGNEt'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-8572914083734984364</id><published>2010-08-21T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:56:09.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>status update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;wants to know knows to want&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know about the font &lt;br /&gt;of dumb wiz, consider this.  &lt;br /&gt;They got news for you too, sis. &lt;br /&gt;But they leave something out&lt;br /&gt;of their reports, the earth &lt;br /&gt;under our feet, obsolete&lt;br /&gt;because they don't see it&lt;br /&gt;in this nation, balanced out&lt;br /&gt;of the equation, throwing theories&lt;br /&gt;every which way, "CCD Investigation",&lt;br /&gt;give me a break; so the worker bees&lt;br /&gt;underwent a revolution, made an over&lt;br /&gt;ground train-line through the very air&lt;br /&gt;leaving us dumbfounded and fully &lt;br /&gt;surrounded, lost within our border, &lt;br /&gt;standing for Cash Collapse &lt;br /&gt;Disorder prevention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's this for an invention.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your colonies one at a time&lt;br /&gt;in local area network designations&lt;br /&gt;prevent the strains of a monopolized&lt;br /&gt;wider distribution, and just maybe,&lt;br /&gt;your deadstock will "return &lt;br /&gt;from their mass grave".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see there's no prepared&lt;br /&gt;solution even necessary, perhaps denial&lt;br /&gt;prevents Corporate Collapse Disorderlies&lt;br /&gt;from getting a glimpse of the cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;flowing in between the trees that grow&lt;br /&gt;right outside and past their window,&lt;br /&gt;don't you know (and don't you dare&lt;br /&gt;believe the media's lies - the only news&lt;br /&gt;on earth is right before your eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some free advice. &lt;br /&gt;Rejoice over their colony collap$e &lt;br /&gt;di$order because their World is going&lt;br /&gt;down and their $laves have flown the coop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get up on your knees and scoop out &lt;br /&gt;that compost honey, we're going to need&lt;br /&gt;you in our garden to help brew &lt;br /&gt;our mead without money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-8572914083734984364?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/8572914083734984364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2010/08/status-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/8572914083734984364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/8572914083734984364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2010/08/status-update.html' title='&lt;i&gt;status update&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-5731549051872480437</id><published>2010-06-20T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:43:39.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinity Defined</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Infinity is like a deposit into the future &lt;br /&gt;which, in removing the deficit that mortality&lt;br /&gt;would otherwise cut existence short with, &lt;br /&gt;allows the sustained note of a virtuoso&lt;br /&gt;to be played out, instead;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infinity is all in your head,&lt;br /&gt;I never did believe in infinity,  &lt;br /&gt;it's too real, I'd rather it believe in me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endlessness, eternity, the infinite,&lt;br /&gt;these mere words all reference &lt;br /&gt;the same thing, of course,&lt;br /&gt;they refer to us, naturally, &lt;br /&gt;I mean to say, the whole shebang,&lt;br /&gt;with its glinting, hammered-off scales winking&lt;br /&gt;amidst the overwhelming darkness &lt;br /&gt;of a million dimming suns,&lt;br /&gt;everyone of us on the run, begun as a fool,&lt;br /&gt;stepping off a cliff, with our eyes set through&lt;br /&gt;becoming a page in the book of life,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming we're knights when we haven't even&lt;br /&gt;turned a leaf in our story, seldom daring to imagine&lt;br /&gt;the consequences of our becoming grounded&lt;br /&gt;and steady as a rock, rooted to our realities&lt;br /&gt;that grew around us because they couldn't be refuted,&lt;br /&gt;it's fine if you want to play that way&lt;br /&gt;but it's not a game for which I'm suited,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read in between the labels of the parts,&lt;br /&gt;there's only one word, one thing, oneness;&lt;br /&gt;eternity is only meaningful in a singular context,&lt;br /&gt;and its definition is a sustainable symbiotic harmonic&lt;br /&gt;achieved through a measure of sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;it's a leap of faith, into the arms of the wind,&lt;br /&gt;the confidence and trust of a commercial airline pilot,&lt;br /&gt;and if you imagine these things aren't the same,&lt;br /&gt;I ask you please to think about it again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and try to deny that eternity isn't held&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of an eye, or in the breath of a lung,&lt;br /&gt;and that paradox isn't truth in disguise,&lt;br /&gt;I only ask to try to help and see through all these lies,&lt;br /&gt;real lies that prevent us from realizing&lt;br /&gt;our &lt;i&gt;real eyes&lt;/i&gt;, The Wind told me this&lt;br /&gt;in two-thousand-six, and I'm passing it on to you,&lt;br /&gt;the eternal mystery becomes all that is true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't even pretend that it's not the end,&lt;br /&gt;because everyone knows it is,&lt;br /&gt;the end of a cycle my friend,&lt;br /&gt;the typical miracle of our existence,&lt;br /&gt;there is no resistance, either way,&lt;br /&gt;much less necessary, so let go,&lt;br /&gt;become fleeting, get to know the wind,&lt;br /&gt;it's only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;before eternity becomes &lt;br /&gt;your friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;- dedicated to my friends, the wind&lt;br /&gt;shaun lawton 6/17/10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-5731549051872480437?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/5731549051872480437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2010/06/infinity-defined.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/5731549051872480437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/5731549051872480437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2010/06/infinity-defined.html' title='Infinity Defined'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-1712146015663464187</id><published>2009-11-15T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:27:37.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The written word, all art, is dilation. &lt;br /&gt;The dilation of perspective, from one man.&lt;br /&gt;This monocle is held up by others to clarify,&lt;br /&gt;or obscure certain facts.  (Those reputed, by the art,&lt;br /&gt;to exist.)  The truth is represented by such an enormity&lt;br /&gt;of various and independent viewpoints integral to one&lt;br /&gt;another that it takes a rare individual indeed to&lt;br /&gt;translate that into terms his compatriot can comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;Or, put more simply, it offers a delicious pantheon&lt;br /&gt;of opportunities to the amoral monster who would use&lt;br /&gt;its malleability to cover his tracks,  &lt;br /&gt;all in the name of "truth", you see,&lt;br /&gt;its so much &lt;i&gt;easier&lt;/i&gt; to reach out and paint&lt;br /&gt;with its diverse technicolor hues a scenario&lt;br /&gt;directly related to you, i.e, covering your&lt;br /&gt;tracks which after all, are somewhat limited in&lt;br /&gt;their complexity.   How much &lt;i&gt;harder&lt;/i&gt; it is&lt;br /&gt;to have to attempt the reproduction of what&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; happening, utilizing that same&lt;br /&gt;myriad language.  Get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;I'd go so far as to say that by today's date--&lt;br /&gt;January of 1998--the 'species' of such a man&lt;br /&gt;has become extinct.  &lt;br /&gt;But not the force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;sl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-1712146015663464187?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/1712146015663464187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/11/dilation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1712146015663464187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1712146015663464187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/11/dilation.html' title='&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;dilation&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-7591620213736644108</id><published>2009-10-07T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:55:53.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Layman's Argument For Numerical Context</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1/1=1&lt;br /&gt; 1/2=.5&lt;br /&gt; 1/3=.333333&lt;br /&gt; 1/4=.25&lt;br /&gt; 1/5=.2&lt;br /&gt; 1/6=.166667&lt;br /&gt; 1/7=.142857&lt;br /&gt; 1/8=.125&lt;br /&gt; 1/9=.111111&lt;br /&gt;1/10=.1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above you see ten examples of dividing one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the purpose of consistency, &lt;br /&gt;repeating decimals have been &lt;br /&gt;shortened to six places.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us examine this information as thoroughly as we can, &lt;br /&gt;from as many angles as we can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90% of the examples feature a decimal point to the left; &lt;br /&gt;only 1 example (10%) has the decimal point to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30% of the examples (2, 5, 10) feature only one number to the right of the decimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% (1) features zero numbers to the right of the decimal.&lt;br /&gt;10% (4) features two numbers to the right of the decimal.&lt;br /&gt;10% (8) features three numbers to the right of the decimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40%(3,6,7,9) feature five numbers (repeating) to the right of the decimal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero, one, two, three, and five are the identifying numbers in this examination. &lt;br /&gt;As we cross out all our zeroes, this leaves 1,2,3, and 5 as the significators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Technically, the 5 represents endlessly repeating numbers, or an "infinite series".  This crucial distinction may make all the difference to our experiment--On the one hand, we can isolate the number 5 and hope to find significanse in it, while on the other hand, the significanse may be the relation between 1,2,3 and infinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If 'trinity' rhymes with 'infinity', is this coincidence or synchronicity--or both?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers 1, 2, 3, 5, 9, and 10 are the only ones that retain exclusivity in being depicted to the right of the decimal for all ten examples.   &lt;br /&gt;(1,5,3,2,1 respectively)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 1-5-3-2-1 sequence may become significant, later in our calculations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I see it as a sort of hyper-compressed value of ten reduced by half, wherein the sequence jumps from the start (1) to the end (5), and works its way backwards (3,2,1) to begin the cycle anew.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the value for 1 is twice as much as 2, 2 is twice as much as 4, 3 is twice as much as 6, 4 is twice as much as 8, and 5 is twice as much as 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is an "Inversion Principle" clearly going on here.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If mathematics is a tool comparable with a measuring tape, then allow me to suggest that the concept of infinity is nothing more than the 'potential amount of measuring tape spooled up for the purpose of additional measurement should it be required', and not, by any stretch, an actual concept outside of our imagination.   If we are able to pinpoint with accuracy this understanding of the infinite--as nothing more than "a potential measuring tool greater than the object being measured", we might gain much-needed focus on the finite and its self-replicating, repeating nature.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finity is alive and breathing. The infinite is 'dead'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above reflections are an indication that the number with the highest possible value is not a googolplex, or any increasing variant thereof, but rather:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the number with the greatest possible value must be 1&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helps to isolate and identify the real significanse of numbers, to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question as to whether there are nine (1-9), ten (1-10), or even eleven (0-10) numbers becomes moot when one considers that, after all is taken into account and observed in its proper context, there is only one number:  the number 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All other numbers are representations of dividing the ONE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this significant?  Because it helps free our minds from the locked-down discipline of being blinded by specialization, or being led astray on a spurious tangent.  As we are beginning to understand (that we cannot fully grasp) the quantum principles of the interconnected universe, it becomes evident that the very term 'interconnected universe' is a redundancy.   The universe is one.  In actuality there may be no seperation of parts. Therefore, it is crucial for us to remember how necessary it becomes to keep in mind the proper context of all this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words, like numbers, are merely labels we created to identify these various aspects of creation. The numbers zero through ten can be identified, or defined, as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero is a label to represent an "empty set", a "null", a "void", a "lack of value", a "lack of a number", and in this sense, should be  objectively identified as necessarily being excluded from the set of numbers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is a label to represent a singularity.  &lt;br /&gt;(A singularity in the first definition of the term, &lt;br /&gt;"the quality or state of being singular.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two is a label of a label (representing two singularities)&lt;br /&gt;Three is a label of a label of a label (representing three singularities).&lt;br /&gt;Four is a label of a label of a label of a label. (etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Five is a label of a label of a label of a label of a label. &lt;br /&gt;Six is a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label.&lt;br /&gt;Seven is a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label.&lt;br /&gt;Eight is a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label.&lt;br /&gt;Nine is a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label of a label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten is a label of a SET of labels (the aforementioned labels),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 is a label of a SET of 10 labels, 1000 is a label of a SET of 100 labels, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, a thorough examination of the phenomenon of numbers should reveal that they should most optimally be defined as nothing more than &lt;i&gt;a purified language for the express purpose of measurement&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One is the greatest number&lt;/b&gt; because presumably, it identifies the &lt;b&gt;entire universe&lt;/b&gt; as we have come to understand it (of which our galaxy and sun and planet and our own selves are all only &lt;i&gt;fractions&lt;/i&gt; thereof).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For further elucidation of these concepts, try the following links.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emerald_Tablet"&gt;"That which is below is as that which is above, &lt;br /&gt;and that which is above is as that which is below, &lt;br /&gt;to perform the miracles of the one thing." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_mechanics"&gt;HOLOGRAPHIC THEORY OF THE UNIVERSE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_Above_So_Below"&gt;As Today, So Before&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theory_of_everything"&gt;TOE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a mathematician, poet, scientist, or thinker,&lt;br /&gt;please provide insight by commenting below.&lt;br /&gt;Your input is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-7591620213736644108?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/7591620213736644108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/10/laymans-argument-for-numerical-context.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7591620213736644108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7591620213736644108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/10/laymans-argument-for-numerical-context.html' title='A Layman&apos;s Argument &lt;br&gt;For Numerical Context'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-6638083071227569796</id><published>2009-06-23T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:05:24.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Perception of War with the Prokaryotes</title><content type='html'>There are ten times as many bacterial cells in the human flora&lt;br /&gt;of bacteria as there are human cells in the body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about that.   It implies that the entire human being&lt;br /&gt;is but 1/10th of its actual biomass - which is 90% bacteria.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e, We are not "ourselves" so much as we are appendages of bacteria.  &lt;br /&gt;We are bacteria's arms and legs.  We are bacteria's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;We are bacteria's ears, noses, and tongues.  &lt;br /&gt;We are bacteria's thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arena of planet earth offers many different views from many different perspectives.  Yet one perspective - the one further backed away - can better depict the whole in a more proper light.   One such perspective is of a war being waged on this planet between the Eukaryotes (ourselves, animals, plants, fungi) and the Prokaryotes (bacteria and archaea -which lack a cell nucleus).  Are the Prokaryotes the Ancient Ones?   I'd wager it's a matter of some controversy whether they rule this earth by fully manipulating us Eukaryotes through every stage of our evolution - necessarily so, for the Prokaryote's continued survival - perpetually keeping us in check as the slaves to their mastery over us. Or, as common understanding would have it, is it that we Eukaryotes are the proper rulers of this domain, and must perforce control the older order of Prokaryotes in order that we maintain our survival and superiority over the rest of creation?   In the interest of avoiding assumptions as well as accepting a "worse case scenario" primarily, I tend to give more credence to the former theory, that not only might we be fully subservient to the needs of the Prokaryotes, but indeed - - that the illusion of our glorified individuality may not merely end with our individual deaths, but rather -- and more to the point -- it may begin with the misperception that "we" are the "protagonists" on this planetary stage.  Instead, I find it not unreasonable to assume that the Prokaryotes may be the true protagonists, and furthermore, we human beings may be tantamount to nothing more than their "fingers"; that is, we may merely be complex appendages wholly compliant to the Prokaryote's greater order of design and intention.  At least, from where I stand, such humble musings as these, about our potential true role in the overall scheme of things, can do no harm, and furthermore, may in fact benefit us as a race.  To take the analogy of a war between the Prokaryotes and the Eukaryotes further - - such ruminations as these might even yield the necessary information by which such a war might be settled diplomatically, and a more balanced symbiosis achieved between the two camps.   Such musings may even reveal to us that in fact, no such war is taking place other than through the biased filter of our perceptions; and that we may in fact be nothing more than Prokaryotes further along their pathway of evolution.  We must strive to prioritize seperating our false illusions from the real perceptions.  Thus far in my own observations, I have concluded, for now, that among the most threatening of false illusions, is our misperception that we as a species could possibly be "seperate" from the rest of life.  Humanity represents but ten percent of a biomass that is ninety percent bacteria.   The most obvious conclusion to come to, is that we as a species are still in our infancy.   However, this conclusion may be off base by a significant magnitude:  the truth may turn out to be not so much that we yet remain in our infancy, but that indeed, we may still remain at an early stage of our fetal development.  Evidence seems to be building by the decade that what we are to &lt;i&gt;become&lt;/i&gt; has even yet to be &lt;i&gt;born&lt;/i&gt;.  If you ask me, here on this planet earth, humanity is still dreaming from the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-6638083071227569796?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/6638083071227569796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/06/survival-of-fittest-or-why-cant.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/6638083071227569796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/6638083071227569796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/06/survival-of-fittest-or-why-cant.html' title='On the Perception of War with the Prokaryotes'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-314303423512364595</id><published>2009-05-20T23:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T16:55:25.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Late The Book Reads You</title><content type='html'>It was when the twi edge started talking back that I began to first suspect. &lt;br /&gt;That I was not a mental reject, just crazy.  And not the normal crazy we're &lt;br /&gt;all clocking in at.  Lord god it's obvious our existence alone is fundament-&lt;br /&gt;ally wack.  But when my own knife glints at me from the shadow of the alley &lt;br /&gt;way I'm treading, I need to know is it street or moon lamp light that it's &lt;br /&gt;shedding.  Easily I see best by starlight, revealer of the smallest details.  &lt;br /&gt;I thought I caught a whispered hush slip from my angled dagger's tip, &lt;br /&gt;as I raced head low and long through the night wind.  The haft held firm&lt;br /&gt;in my right hand's grip as twilight across the tilted edge licked and winked.  &lt;br /&gt;A missive to stay taut and not dismiss immediateness.  &lt;br /&gt;We are at our most focused when someone makes a target of us.  &lt;br /&gt;We whose aim is relaxation.  How easily I laughed at this, then. &lt;br /&gt;When late the book read me, and not the other way around.  &lt;br /&gt;When it was I that the book had found.  .  .   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-314303423512364595?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/314303423512364595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-late-book-reads-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/314303423512364595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/314303423512364595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-late-book-reads-you.html' title='When Late The Book Reads You'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-4849687986430238070</id><published>2009-04-23T09:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:47:36.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apotropaic Intonation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c152/thorngrub/shonzzer.jpg"/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing corny at all about positive thinking. Its too bad people must figure that out for themselves.  I like to think of the Devil as the embodiment of the &lt;i&gt;negative-thinking meme&lt;/i&gt;. Call it chaos, reality, evil--whatever.  Anyone can sit around providing proof there's no such thing as good or evil until the cows come home, but at the end of the day--someone has to know that evil is alive and well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it to you this way. Sometimes things happen between us we'd rather not, such as disputes among family members and loved ones. We can choose to let fate work it out---stay out of it and let the gears of the reeling cosmos execute whatever justice it will. Sometimes I think that must be tempting to a lot of us. It is my belief that if we do that--then any of a billion equally terrifying fates potentially, and quite randomly, await us. I'd rather not place myself on the yawning altar of space as a piece of bait, like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I choose to wield some form of human moral code and interlock my shield with fellow soldiers to direct &lt;i&gt;Hell itself&lt;/i&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;(negative-thinking meme-pool)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt; away from us--to re-direct its course--in another direction. To decant it back into the vacuum it came from. I believe if we do nothing, the dark side of the wild will seize the chance to take root---using our blood for its fertile soil--and our bodies as the clay pots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-4849687986430238070?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/4849687986430238070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/04/apotropaic-intonation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/4849687986430238070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/4849687986430238070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/04/apotropaic-intonation.html' title='Apotropaic Intonation'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-9072530350961012308</id><published>2009-04-22T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:53:39.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Meek Shall Inherit The Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The over-productivity of the post-Industrial capitalist paradigm is reaching its critical mass breaking point.  Feeling stifled under the crushing avalanche of environmental disasters, I begin to get an overall picture of what is going on, here.  Take CCD (Colony Collapse Disorder) for example.  As the Old Business Paradigm surpasses its breaking point (due to Greedy Principles, short-sightedness, and the prioritization of short-term profiteering over long-term environmental compatibility), their businesses will Collapse:  “&lt;i&gt;Wide Scale Distribution Network Collapse Disorder&lt;/i&gt;”, I'll call it.   As the old businesses scratch their heads in wonderment as to what happened (commercial beekeeping is the perfect example) and file for Chapter 11 one by one, the new paradigm of organic beekeepers (who have reported no loss of bees due to CCD) and local area networks of farmers, etc, will, naturally, step in to take their place.  This is literally an  example of the meek inheriting the earth.  And it’s happening Right Now.  I urge all my friends to meditate deeply on this and realize that through the power of positive thinking we can assist and help catapult this new holistic paradigm into supplanting the old Profiteering Business model.   Remember:  just when things begin to appear at their worst, humanity will be spurred on towards getting it together to work towards our own personal and collective best.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please realize that negative thinking - (&lt;i&gt;the bees are dying, the oceans are polluted, man’s inhumanity to man seems to be at an all time high, global warming trends are exacerbated by our incessant mass pollution, 3rd World Industrialization contributes more toxicity to the environment, children and women are not only still being sold into slavery - but slavery itself is historically at an all-time high now, the diversity of wild animal populations and habitats being pushed to the brink of extinction and over it, etc&lt;/i&gt;) - negative thinking only generates a whirlwind of more negative thinking, and that doesn’t help our situation at all, in fact it undermines the spirit of mankind, which is to bravely strive towards a conscientious and harmonious interdependence with our environment in order to pave the way for future generations to enjoy the opportunity to inherit a kind of heaven on earth.  Let us all banish pessimism and hopelessness about these doomsday matters and start working hands-on towards establishing a positive ethic of symbiotic interdependence with each other and this singular planet we all share together.  Grow your own garden.  Keep bees.  Buy or trade for only fresh, natural, locally–grown fruits, vegetables, and foods.  If we all do this on an individual level, we will most certainly inherit this earth and be given a clean slate from which to start all over again.  This is what is going on right now, so let’s get with the program and someday in the not-so-distant future we might be able to look back on the previous era of excess for exactly what it was:  a phase we successfully put behind us once and for all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-9072530350961012308?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/9072530350961012308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-on-my-mind-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/9072530350961012308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/9072530350961012308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-on-my-mind-today.html' title='&lt;i&gt;And The Meek Shall Inherit The Bees&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-360577823901533784</id><published>2009-04-06T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:47:47.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Hierocracy X</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time the dis-ease of a people &lt;br /&gt;escaped for a spell the rule by the steeple; &lt;br /&gt;but after fools have steeped in rule &lt;br /&gt;for a couple centuries at least, soon enough &lt;br /&gt;they acquire the taste for power of this beast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It flowers up into their eyes until the day &lt;br /&gt;comes they despise the rank and file below them, &lt;br /&gt;considering themselves to have been lifted &lt;br /&gt;up higher until comes the day they too wake up &lt;br /&gt;afflicted with the disease of the steeple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this serpent eats its tail because order &lt;br /&gt;and chaos must each prevail at the expense of &lt;br /&gt;mankind, ever chasing after as if there's &lt;br /&gt;something to be acquired or to find &lt;br /&gt;other than these diseases. There must be &lt;br /&gt;Something up there this merry-go-round pleases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-360577823901533784?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/360577823901533784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-hierocracy-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/360577823901533784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/360577823901533784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-hierocracy-x.html' title='American Hierocracy X'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-7759954325867149506</id><published>2009-03-16T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:22:49.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog-eared Gone It, We Don't Want It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Printed books will always be greater than their electronic imitators."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and boiled roots taste better than deep fried french potaters.&lt;br /&gt;Old hoots will always come easier to aging dogs faced with new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;Moldy roots are out of fashion; that's why today we prefer gel caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotary dials will deliver us smiles over em crowdedtogether buttons,&lt;br /&gt;landlines should suit us fine, there's no need to carry phones with us.&lt;br /&gt;Answering machines really are keen, we hate to respond on the run--&lt;br /&gt;we prefer getting so many messages, and deleting them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A written letter by longhand's better, we miss the taste of our stamps.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the price: no, it wouldn't be nice if it were revamped&lt;br /&gt;to be done free on the internets electronically.  Pencilling our address &lt;br /&gt;in by hand is so much more rewarding--begone foul spirit of technology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we simply can't afford it.  We've chosen exorcism to ward it away,  &lt;br /&gt;the recitation of our habits, with habits we shun it completely,  &lt;br /&gt;with habits we remain in the nunnery, you know what they say-- &lt;br /&gt;old habits die hard, thanks, but we prefer to just play in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the chase, its a race between youth and those already ahead.&lt;br /&gt;They've a fresh start, and the best part is, the rest are nearly dead.&lt;br /&gt;One deep breath of a leatherbound book: you having trouble hearing?&lt;br /&gt;What binds us instead of a world-wide-web? &lt;br /&gt;We're almost in the clearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-7759954325867149506?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/7759954325867149506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-printed-books-always-be-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7759954325867149506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7759954325867149506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-printed-books-always-be-better.html' title='Dog-eared Gone It, We Don&apos;t Want It'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-973836591941474440</id><published>2009-02-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:00:22.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>book note entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On about a winter&lt;br /&gt;long hour cut short&lt;br /&gt;During a terminal &lt;br /&gt;afternoon too late &lt;br /&gt;to abort, this momentary &lt;br /&gt;reprieve arrives like &lt;br /&gt;a slap on the stunned &lt;br /&gt;chops of abject reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rippled disarray &lt;br /&gt;a forest of shadows beckons.&lt;br /&gt;How does one decide between &lt;br /&gt;fight and flight in a dream?&lt;br /&gt;It depends on what one wants &lt;br /&gt;out of life and remember, reality &lt;br /&gt;is not what it might seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-973836591941474440?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/973836591941474440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-book-entry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/973836591941474440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/973836591941474440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-book-entry.html' title='book note &lt;br&gt;entry'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-1713151854777127903</id><published>2009-02-28T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:22:38.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>passing the lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God put Adam in his garden.&lt;br /&gt;Adam said he was lonely.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord broke his ribs.&lt;br /&gt;He made a woman out of one,&lt;br /&gt;"There, you have no reason to complain."&lt;br /&gt;Oh but Adam did, because&lt;br /&gt;he was still only talking to himself.&lt;br /&gt;Now both Eve and Adam stared&lt;br /&gt;forlorn toward God.&lt;br /&gt;"And don't eat outta that Tree"&lt;br /&gt;bang went the screen door.&lt;br /&gt;And while Adam tried to "find himself"&lt;br /&gt;in a corner, Eve turned to speak&lt;br /&gt;with the garden snake&lt;br /&gt;who flickered the secret to her&lt;br /&gt;and the next day Eve brought Adam&lt;br /&gt;a pomegranate and urged him&lt;br /&gt;to go ahead and eat it because&lt;br /&gt;the garden snake said it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;They both looked at each other then&lt;br /&gt;and smiling, Adam bit into that fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;small&gt;the moral of this story is&lt;/small&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;What they didn't tell you in Church&lt;br /&gt;is that now we're even with God&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-1713151854777127903?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/1713151854777127903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/02/passing-lie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1713151854777127903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1713151854777127903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/02/passing-lie.html' title='&lt;i&gt;passing the lie&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-6288307532685661900</id><published>2009-02-28T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:43:14.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On words, bricks, prisons, and freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;on words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good purpose of&lt;br /&gt;words is to serve&lt;br /&gt;as a solvent which&lt;br /&gt;assists in breaking&lt;br /&gt;down those barriers&lt;br /&gt;which block the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad purpose of words&lt;br /&gt;is to serve as the mortar&lt;br /&gt;used in building up, brick&lt;br /&gt;by brick, those very same&lt;br /&gt;structures.  Truth itself&lt;br /&gt;is neither good nor bad.&lt;br /&gt;Words only frame the &lt;br /&gt;windows through which&lt;br /&gt;we can tell this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;on bricks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foundation is &lt;br /&gt;made of half-truths.&lt;br /&gt;Its walls are made &lt;br /&gt;of lies.  A glass roof &lt;br /&gt;invites mockery &lt;br /&gt;from the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;on prisons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus are the houses &lt;br /&gt;we are invited to &lt;br /&gt;dwell in.  Too often do we &lt;br /&gt;make them our homes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;on freedom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With honesty as your sword,&lt;br /&gt;let truth be your shield&lt;br /&gt;and in to this brick prison&lt;br /&gt;you will never yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-6288307532685661900?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/6288307532685661900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-words-bricks-prisons-and-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/6288307532685661900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/6288307532685661900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-words-bricks-prisons-and-freedom.html' title='&lt;i&gt;On words,&lt;br&gt; bricks,&lt;br&gt; prisons,&lt;br&gt; and freedom&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-1844338651577957247</id><published>2009-02-14T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:32:49.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revisionist history in a feedback loop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about revisionist history I can't stand?  &lt;br /&gt;Let us examine the dynamic.  First off, it sounds alright.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there's nothing wrong with revising one's perceptions&lt;br /&gt;of how something might be, especially if those revisions are toward&lt;br /&gt;improving accuracy, which of course would be the whole point&lt;br /&gt;behind the intent for &lt;i&gt;correct&lt;/i&gt; revision.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we get ahead of ourselves in revisionist exercises, &lt;br /&gt;shouldn't we first and foremost have as best an understanding &lt;br /&gt;of &lt;i&gt;history&lt;/i&gt; before we go about revising it?  &lt;br /&gt;A problem with this recent phenomenon, &lt;br /&gt;it's a given we're always re-vising &lt;br /&gt;our perceptions of history &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as a matter of course&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is a lie, a dead shell, a sloughed off snake skin.  &lt;br /&gt;History is a story with bits polished up and others added in.  &lt;br /&gt;An amalgamation of our collective variety of different perspectives, &lt;br /&gt;cobbled together into an abstract portrait serving as a place-holder &lt;br /&gt;for something that can only approximate what really happened.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the main reason for this is direct simplicity itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's because whatever really did happen is actually &lt;i&gt;still happening&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't finished resolving itself yet, new developments&lt;br /&gt;completely redirect the course of significanse that our history takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;History isn't over yet&lt;/i&gt;, and the problem is that the term itself insists&lt;br /&gt;that it is, as if it could really be relegated into its proper context&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;seperate&lt;/i&gt; from its entire superstructure, as if the sense we can make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from one piece&lt;/i&gt; is clear.  Well it is not clear at all,&lt;br /&gt;and that is due to the holographic principle, that within each bit &lt;br /&gt;is contained the whole, only blurrier, without proper focus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, history, no matter how many revisions it undergoes &lt;br /&gt;in our perceptions of it, &lt;i&gt;can never really achieve the degree&lt;br /&gt;of focus we need to see clearly what really happened.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that to occur, we must take into presence the&lt;br /&gt;mindfulness that our current moment is but an&lt;br /&gt;integral development along the winding tail&lt;br /&gt;of history, continually in the process of&lt;br /&gt;growing its head. I propose to you all&lt;br /&gt;that history is but &lt;i&gt;eventuality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in its birth pangs, and we are all &lt;br /&gt;to be the midwives of this most&lt;br /&gt;important of births: destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-1844338651577957247?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/1844338651577957247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/02/revisionist-history-in-feedback-loop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1844338651577957247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1844338651577957247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/02/revisionist-history-in-feedback-loop.html' title='revisionist history in a feedback loop'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-1616950678938888974</id><published>2009-01-07T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:26:11.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untangling the mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;DEFINITIONS OF ISRAEL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : &lt;i&gt;jacob&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2 : the Jewish people &lt;br /&gt;3 : a people chosen by God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;i&gt;definition of jacob&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---1 : a son of Isaac and Rebekah, the twin brother of Esau, and heir of    &lt;br /&gt;---God's  promise of blessing to Abraham &lt;br /&gt;---2 : the ancient &lt;u&gt;Hebrew nation &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEFINITION OF HEBREW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;br /&gt;a: the Semitic &lt;i&gt;language&lt;/i&gt; of the ancient Hebrews &lt;br /&gt;b: any of various later &lt;i&gt;forms&lt;/i&gt; of this language&lt;br /&gt;2: a &lt;i&gt;member&lt;/i&gt; of or &lt;i&gt;descendant&lt;/i&gt; from one of a group of northern &lt;i&gt;Semitic&lt;/i&gt; peoples including the &lt;i&gt;Israelites&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEFINITION OF SEMITIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : of, relating to, or constituting a subfamily of the &lt;i&gt;Afro-Asiatic language family&lt;/i&gt; that includes &lt;i&gt;Hebrew, Aramaic, Arabic, and Amharic &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 : of, relating to, or characteristic of the &lt;b&gt;Semites &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 : &lt;b&gt;jewish &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;DEFINITION OF SEMITES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;br /&gt;a: a member of &lt;i&gt;any of a number of peoples of ancient southwestern Asia&lt;/i&gt; including the &lt;i&gt;Akkadians, Phoenicians, &lt;b&gt;Hebrews&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Arabs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;b: a descendant of these peoples&lt;br /&gt;2: a member of a modern people speaking a Semitic language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;see DEFINITION OF &lt;i&gt;ISRAELITE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEFINITION OF JEW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 a: a member of the tribe of Judah; &lt;i&gt; israelite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: a member of a nation existing in Palestine from the sixth century b.c. to the first century a.d.&lt;br /&gt;3: a person belonging to a continuation through descent or conversion of the ancient Jewish people&lt;br /&gt;4: one whose religion is Judaism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;DEFINITION OF ISRAELITE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  a descendant of the Hebrew patriarch Jacob ; specifically : a native or inhabitant of the ancient northern kingdom of Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;see DEFINITION OF ISRAEL&lt;/b&gt;, above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEFINITION OF JUDAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;i&gt;a son of Jacob&lt;/i&gt; and the traditional &lt;i&gt;eponymous ancestor&lt;/i&gt; of one of the &lt;U&gt;tribes of Israel&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:kingdom S&lt;tt&gt;(?)&lt;/tt&gt; ancient Palestine * Jerusalem — see &lt;b&gt;israel &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;DEFINITION OF EPONYMOUS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of, relating to, or being an &lt;b&gt;eponym&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEFINITON OF EPONYM&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : one for whom or which something is or is believed to be named &lt;br /&gt;2 : a name (as of a drug or a disease) based on or derived from an &lt;B&gt;eponym &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;DEFINITION OF the TRIBES OF ISRAEL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;homo sapiens sapiens&lt;/i&gt;(&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;WHAT PEOPLE ON EARTH &lt;br /&gt;ARE EXCLUDED &lt;br /&gt;FROM BEING &lt;br /&gt;DESCENDANTS &lt;br /&gt;OF THE TRIBES &lt;br /&gt;OF ISRAEL?&lt;/font size&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please&lt;/b&gt;, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-1616950678938888974?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/1616950678938888974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/01/untangling-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1616950678938888974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1616950678938888974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2009/01/untangling-mess.html' title='untangling the mess'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-144062927241794219</id><published>2008-12-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:18:15.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The empty focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why no talk about the empty focus inherent to Kepler's assertion&lt;br /&gt;that planetary motion about the sun is elliptical?   It's no secret&lt;br /&gt;the Sun is but one of two focuses inside the ellipse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Sun's mass is responsible for the motion of its&lt;br /&gt;planetary bodies encircling it, then it follows that there must be&lt;br /&gt;an explanation accounting for the empty focus, and whether or not&lt;br /&gt;anything is there at all, or perhaps something like dark matter, energy, flow, or possibly a dark sun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four theories jump immediately to mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Perhaps the 2 focuses inside an ellipse are not in actuality&lt;br /&gt;restricted to being mere "points", but rather, perhaps those 2 points&lt;br /&gt;are but static instances along an additional ellipse (or circle)&lt;br /&gt;which describes the Sun's own path.  (Just the next logical step in &lt;br /&gt;the progression of the next dimensional order of complexity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Perhaps the empty focus is the point where a dark sun occupies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Perhaps the empty focus is the ideal spot to place a hidden camera.  [Such a monitoring device may have been hidden here by this system's Creator(s), to keep tabs on us, for example.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most intriguing theory to me, and seemingly less paranoid (yet also more improbable), is this.  What if the empty focus were the actual location of a holographic projector device which is responsible for creating the illusion of what we perceive to be our solar system, universe, or even reality?  Bear with me while I make the necessary points for these postulations to be considered as being within the realm of possibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to fashion an elliptical pool table (for instance) and then identified the two focus points, first placing a pocket (for the pool balls to drop into) at one of the focuses, and then putting a marker (for a pool ball to be placed on) at the other focus, something quite interesting is set up to occur.  Place a pool ball on the marked focus point and then shoot it &lt;i&gt;in any direction whatsoever&lt;/i&gt;, and it will &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; bounce off the inner wall of the ellipse and travel &lt;i&gt;directly into the pocket where the other focus lies&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The implications for how this might affect our understanding of our solar system are intriguing to me.  Since our Sun is at one of the focuses, that means that all the light which emanates from the Sun, were it to "bounce off the inner walls" of earth's elliptical trajectory, would then be reflected &lt;i&gt;directly into the empty focus&lt;/i&gt; (which counterbalances the Sun's position).   This observation of course can work both ways (hence my theory of a possible holographic projector at the empty focus instead).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things immediately come to mind.  The first is that the empty focus might be a perfect place where a cosmic Designer might place a hidden camera.  I haven't figured out the mathematics but its possible this spot might remain well hidden from the prying eyes of astronomers, I don't know.  The second thing is that the empty focus could be the position of a holographic projector which is responsible for projecting the image of our universe (or solar system) to us.  i.e, a sort of artificial machine which projects "the matrix", to coin a contemporary popular term.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These amusing speculations aside, the real concern which first must strike the conspicuous observer, is that arc which describes the progress of history's astronomer's initial observations.  It has been said that one may begin drawing a circle at any point, so I will begin with Galileo having theorized about the possible heliocentric nature of our planetary orbits, then move on to Kepler's slight correction of these pathways into an ellipse (by necessity including now 2 focuses rather than the original single focus of the Sun resting in the direct center of a circe).   Hence the most obvious and first order of speculation must be the admission of a (most likely high) probability that Kepler, too, may have been mistaken (albeit further along the path towards the truth).   Herein is where we must consider the possibility that both Galileo's (circle) theory and Kepler's (ellipse) theory are but the first 2 relatively crude steps towards our having discovered the true(r) nature of these planetary motions.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most likely explanation for the empty focus point in our own solar system, in my opinion, is the first of the four theories described above.  The theory which states the empty focus is nothing but a static point along the path of our Sun's own trajectory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the consideration of a thesis.  The objective of the thesis would be to distinguish whether Kepler's ellipse theory is actually correct or if, indeed, he merely succeeded in shading one more dimension of the model which will eventually be completed by a current or future astronomer.  Upon considering the possibilities myself, I tend to think there is still much to work out about this model of the motions of our universe's celestial bodies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring this matter into proper perspective, allow me to chart our progress of these models for celestial movement via dimensional analogy.  I will ascribe the "1st dimensional step" towards solving this puzzle to &lt;u&gt;Galileo&lt;/u&gt; (a point = heliocentric), and the "2nd dimensional step" to &lt;u&gt;Kepler&lt;/u&gt; (the 2 focus points make a line = elliptical); therefore, its a relatively simple matter to plug in the "3rd dimensional step" to &lt;u&gt;whomever is credited with having made the discovery&lt;/u&gt; (a 3rd focus whose inclusion would better describe &lt;i&gt;cubic space&lt;/i&gt; = &lt;i&gt;the next theory&lt;/i&gt;, i.e, &lt;i&gt;holographic&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-144062927241794219?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/144062927241794219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-astronomers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/144062927241794219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/144062927241794219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-astronomers.html' title='The empty focus'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-6559652556565177194</id><published>2008-08-11T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:07:38.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>File Under Dodo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what items I think are highest on the "soon to become a thing of the past" list ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;b&gt;Balls&lt;/b&gt;. We who enjoy a fine set of these things (guys-?) should really marvel over the fact that, well that we got 'em. Because balls are going out of style, and in my estimation, right out of the evolutionary order of things. Honestly its quite evident to me that anyone with a set of these outdated items should simply enjoy them while they can. Because not only are they going out of style, I'm beginning to suspect humanity is reaching that stage when parthenogenesis will supplant the old paradigm of sexual reproduction. Not only are balls going the way of the Dodo, but I'm afraid the "stems" to which they're attached (formerly known as the "male" of our species) may soon be relegated to Neanderthal status; that is, strictly a throwback to human evolution. I imagine a near future time when either most males will be neutered at birth until such time comes that we are born asexual, ultimately - or just fast-forward to the inevitable extinction of the male sex altogether. I am convinced the males of our species have outlived their usefulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;b&gt;Individuality&lt;/b&gt;. I think the problem going on now is one of an entirely different order than we might wish to imagine. First off, I think human life is, at this point in our history, and by definition, quite cheap. At 6 billion and counting, we’ve simply dissolved completely away whatever value our individual lives might once have had. Humankind is going through major changes in how it sets up its own basic life support system; I tend to think the rugged days of individualism itself are quickly becoming a thing of the past. What this means is, those of us who might fancy ourselves as “individualists” today are, by definition, throwbacks to a period in human history already quite done for. I.e, We who like to imagine we “think for ourselves” are like the few cavemen left struggling amidst a burgeoning sea of plugged-in drones who largely support our society, now. The capitalist-driven faction of our world, ironically set up by individualism itself, has reached a phase now wherein it must continue to be supported by a culture of faceless masses without the necessity to think for themselves. i.e, It (once “we”) now has Technology to do its thinking for it - -cellphones memorize our loved one’s phone numbers, iPods’ programmings select our choices of music, etc. I’m willing to bet my life that most Americans today plugged into their iPods and PS3s, etc, really couldn’t think for themselves and furthermore, wouldn’t really want to. Let’s be honest here - - why would you want to think for yourself if you can have your blackberry, iPod, or celly do it for you? Face it - thinking is going out of style. And that’s as it should be - - mankind has been burdened with having to think for itself for far too long, if you ask me. Which leads to the third most popular item on humanity's list soon to be struck from the record, so to speak: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;b&gt;Thinking&lt;/b&gt;. Thinking itself is overrated - let the robots do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I’m being snarky or sarcastic ? Hahah, get your iPhone to think for you again. Give up your dream and hope of humanity “growing an extra set of testicles” any time in the future. And that’s because the balls we once had dropped long ago. And now they’ve shriveled up, soon to be relegated to the spurious sections of our anatomy; how much you wanna bet that sexual reproduction for our species will be the next thing to go, after our individuality? Like I mentioned before, it isn’t difficult for me to imagine a near future where most males are simply neutered at birth or just born without packages period, until parthenogenesis becomes the new human standard for reproduction of our species. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I’m suggesting that not only are “balls” swiftly becoming a thing of the past, along with individualism and thinking; but more to the point -- if you or a loved one happen to *be* or *know* a male specimen of our species who still reads, thinks, and has balls — simply urge them (or yourself, whichever the case may be) to enjoy what they got while they got it — cuz all them "bells &amp; whistles" are being relegated to the “recycle bin” of humanity’s evolution, even as we post. /"&lt;i&gt;Smoke em while you got em&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-6559652556565177194?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/6559652556565177194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/08/file-under-dodo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/6559652556565177194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/6559652556565177194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/08/file-under-dodo.html' title='File Under Dodo'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-2687826292824761300</id><published>2008-03-22T15:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:45:15.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our natural state is that of a whore.&lt;br /&gt;2. Because one picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;3. The more the exposure, the cheaper the appearance.&lt;br /&gt;4. By controlling one's image, transcendance is possible.&lt;br /&gt;5. Total exposure, the actual self, is the most base.&lt;br /&gt;6. When revealing yourself, less equals more.&lt;br /&gt;7. This is how you salvage some grace.&lt;br /&gt;8. Knowing the painted is the real face.&lt;br /&gt;9. So you see the unbridled danger of honesty.&lt;br /&gt;10.How appropriate not to spread the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-2687826292824761300?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/2687826292824761300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/glimpses_22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/2687826292824761300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/2687826292824761300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/glimpses_22.html' title='Glimpses.'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-3409129258575489532</id><published>2008-03-22T15:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:01:03.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear World&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I think I finally understand &lt;br /&gt;something. How to end terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;All terrorism, great and small.  &lt;br /&gt;Infernal or holy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think:  Instead of maintaining &lt;br /&gt;as we have for centuries, that "God is on our side" &lt;br /&gt;(as if it were in contradiction to our adversary's situation)&lt;br /&gt;why not instead try giving them the benefit of the doubt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could say to them "&lt;i&gt;You are right and we are wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing.  Real humanity represents &lt;br /&gt;a mix of all that is most sublime and beautiful &lt;br /&gt;with all that is most vile and monstrous in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;A vigorous thinker by the name of Michael once stated this.  &lt;br /&gt;We Americans understand now that in order to get over this, &lt;br /&gt;we refer to one aspect as divine and the other bestial, &lt;br /&gt;representing divinity and animality as two poles, &lt;br /&gt;and in between we've placed ourselves, humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We at long last have come to realize, in painful hindsight,&lt;br /&gt;that these three states are not, and never have been,&lt;br /&gt;seperate at all.  And our history can be said to have &lt;br /&gt;diligently worked at keeping them seperate, which is to say, &lt;br /&gt;destroy their unity.  Which is to say, destroy ourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;This destruction  when focused in on to the highest resolution &lt;br /&gt;(the present) can be seen directly in terrorism and wars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Americans now realize that if we earnestly desired &lt;br /&gt;the cessation of these things, it would be necessary &lt;br /&gt;to abandon our insistence in believing in this &lt;/i&gt;antiquated&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;notion of God.  We Americans are willing to admit &lt;br /&gt;we are growing up, and that it is necessary for us&lt;br /&gt;to change our minds&lt;/i&gt;."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we can also add "&lt;i&gt;Have your God. You may keep Him.&lt;/i&gt;"  &lt;br /&gt;It is not that we are getting rid of ours, but rather&lt;br /&gt;we've woken up to the reality that He was never as we &lt;br /&gt;had envisioned Him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We Americans have decided it's time to acknowledge &lt;br /&gt;that the three poles of our religious creed, &lt;br /&gt;divinity, humanity, and animality, are indeed one entire&lt;br /&gt;inseperable entity.  We Americans believe it is time to&lt;br /&gt;walk the walk and truly emancipate ourselves, &lt;br /&gt;and become free.  We Americans throw off &lt;i&gt;the shackles &lt;br /&gt;of our outdated conception&lt;/i&gt; of God; &lt;br /&gt;you keep your own conception, as you wish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We simply want to acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;the wholeness, the unity of all men, beasts, &lt;br /&gt;and living things. In our moment of clarity, &lt;br /&gt;we are even willing to concede that non-living &lt;br /&gt;things may deserve our respect as also being&lt;br /&gt;a part of this scattered whole, and will do our best &lt;br /&gt;to respect them as well, and not defile them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Americans are tired of remaining unconscious slaves &lt;br /&gt;to the false order of divinity implemented so many &lt;br /&gt;generations ago, which gives the state power and license &lt;br /&gt;to unevenly distribute the wealth and wellbeing&lt;br /&gt;of our nation.  We feel that if we finally stop &lt;br /&gt;trying to keep these three aspects of our humanity &lt;br /&gt;and existence seperate, then the process of healing &lt;br /&gt;will begin.  But we feel honor-bound to warn you: &lt;br /&gt;we see now that your own society is fundamentally&lt;br /&gt;no different than ours.  It could be said that &lt;br /&gt;you are at a different stage than us in your status as &lt;br /&gt;(necessarily) Slaves to the counterbalancing status of &lt;br /&gt;your Master. Allah is within you, as God is within us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allah" and "God" are just two words in different languages &lt;br /&gt;which reference the same thing. Our task ahead is difficult. &lt;br /&gt;For it is not about which of us is right, but rather, &lt;br /&gt;that we are both wrong.  This simple truth can be difficult&lt;br /&gt;to accept.  We Americans will put down our pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you will be able to put down your own, as well.  &lt;br /&gt;But your business is your own.  If you wish to continue &lt;br /&gt;putting a strain on creation with your spiritual divisions, &lt;br /&gt;we are sorry.  But we thought you should know &lt;br /&gt;that we will not tolerate this state of underdeveloped &lt;br /&gt;maturity &lt;i&gt;within ourselves&lt;/i&gt; any longer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now know we were wrong, and are prepared to admit it.  &lt;br /&gt;We are also very excited about turning &lt;br /&gt;our now more grown-up minds back to &lt;br /&gt;the original question of divinity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will remind ourselves that the face of God is something&lt;br /&gt;we can not ever totally see.  We are enthusiastic about &lt;br /&gt;the prospect of revisualising the divinity of the whole &lt;br /&gt;of life on this planet, and our roles in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only hope that, given some positive results, &lt;br /&gt;that you may look forward sometime to doing the same,&lt;br /&gt;and free yourselves from the chains you yourselves wrought.&lt;br /&gt;See these chains of ours?  They say "&lt;i&gt;made in USA&lt;/i&gt;".  &lt;br /&gt;We are getting rid of them, at long last.  We now see &lt;br /&gt;why Church and State must be kept seperate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will reclaim our heritage, for our fore-fathers &lt;br /&gt;already laid  the groundwork for us; we simply forgot it.  &lt;br /&gt;Our fear got the best of us, and consequently has left us &lt;br /&gt;exposing the worst.  We Americans vow to remember &lt;br /&gt;what it really means to be the home of the brave. &lt;br /&gt;(Our indigenous predecessors not withstanding) &lt;br /&gt;it refers to the courage required to defy these antiquated &lt;br /&gt;religious doctrines imposed upon us, so that we might truly &lt;br /&gt;embrace our freedom, having tossed off the shackles &lt;br /&gt;of oppression.  Voltaire was quoted as saying &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;If God weren't real, it would be necessary &lt;br /&gt;for us to invent him.&lt;/i&gt;"  But he was checkmated &lt;br /&gt;with the statement "&lt;i&gt;If God were real, &lt;br /&gt;it would be necessary to abolish him.&lt;/i&gt;"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this reveals to us that the natural state of affairs &lt;br /&gt;is without the existence of "God" -- at least &lt;i&gt;the old&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conception of God we have formulated across the expanse &lt;br /&gt;of our mass consciousness -- and therefore, &lt;br /&gt;what we are about to abolish is merely our old, &lt;br /&gt;faulty preconceptions about what "God" is.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Americans see now that this may be the only way &lt;br /&gt;to stand a chance at starting over again.  &lt;br /&gt;When our state of slavery to these imbedded &lt;br /&gt;notions is anulled, then so too will the power&lt;br /&gt;be dissolved not from God -- remember, that was only &lt;br /&gt;a flawed concept to begin with; a mistaken understanding --&lt;br /&gt;but rather, the power will be dissolved from those &lt;br /&gt;factions  of humanity which served to (mis)represent &lt;br /&gt;the delegates of this divine authority.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are precisely the ones whom we are &lt;br /&gt;the most desperate to have stripped of this power. &lt;br /&gt;We Americans insist on history's first peaceful revolt.  &lt;br /&gt;Because we have thought this through, and we now can see &lt;br /&gt;how this dynamic has worked, all these years.  &lt;br /&gt;We Americans are committed to allowing &lt;br /&gt;the healing process to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caveat&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our saving grace (should we be mistaken about &lt;br /&gt;God) will naturally be, that to have attempted &lt;br /&gt;this thing will only be relegated to the already &lt;br /&gt;accepted notion of having sinned, something no &lt;br /&gt;different than where we are at now.   &lt;br /&gt;We Americans know we have nothing to lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-3409129258575489532?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/3409129258575489532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/open-letter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/3409129258575489532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/3409129258575489532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/open-letter.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Open Letter&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-1861617816458420900</id><published>2008-03-21T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:59:55.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ourselves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promotion of intellectual crime &lt;br /&gt;by way of tanno-gallate of iron,&lt;br /&gt;with gum arabic and water, used to &lt;br /&gt;facilitate the infection of idiocy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may have transmogrified through &lt;br /&gt;various properties and incantatory&lt;br /&gt;rituals, from ink to email, but &lt;br /&gt;the function remains the same, to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reputations, and unmake them; to blacken &lt;br /&gt;them or to make them white.&lt;br /&gt;The caustic quest is to burn &lt;br /&gt;these stories into the mind's eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperial associations are gradually corroded.  &lt;br /&gt;With these staves the music is woven with which &lt;br /&gt;we charm the serpents of iniquity from guarding &lt;br /&gt;our enemies' treasure.  That being their secret identity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-1861617816458420900?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/1861617816458420900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/glimpses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1861617816458420900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/1861617816458420900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/glimpses.html' title='Ourselves.'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-267179336342235725</id><published>2008-03-07T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:58:19.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mirrorsails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the reflections&lt;br /&gt;and notice similarities, &lt;br /&gt;shake out recollections and&lt;br /&gt;get rid of the disparities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an organization on the crawl,&lt;br /&gt;it's left its shadow on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;The imprints are diminishing and&lt;br /&gt;respectively we're finishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the arcs of each dream&lt;br /&gt;strung out like a rosary&lt;br /&gt;spinning us dizzy and&lt;br /&gt;leaving simply no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to choose to use &lt;br /&gt;the protocols we confused&lt;br /&gt;for inconveniences.&lt;br /&gt;If change is the name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the norm, then we&lt;br /&gt;must modify our form&lt;br /&gt;to not just embrace it,&lt;br /&gt;but skilfully surf it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;Hang Ten with each new wave.&lt;br /&gt;Crunch the numbers and mold them&lt;br /&gt;so they work for, not against us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the math first;&lt;br /&gt;minimize the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Stay on top, and &lt;br /&gt;get the drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push against the blade&lt;br /&gt;with a chain mailed fist. &lt;br /&gt;Use that edge against them&lt;br /&gt;so they cut their own wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I must insist&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;i&gt;get with the program before &lt;br /&gt;the moderators get pissed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But here's the gist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing yourself to be &lt;br /&gt;programmed is to follow &lt;br /&gt;the rest and be damned.&lt;br /&gt;Take the reigns and surf the wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start shaping the new plan.&lt;br /&gt;Wear it like armor.&lt;br /&gt;Give it time and soon&lt;br /&gt;it will feel like a new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shed the old fears&lt;br /&gt;and feel the sudden wind.&lt;br /&gt;Spread your tailored sails&lt;br /&gt;and let the voyage begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-267179336342235725?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/267179336342235725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/analogous-proof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/267179336342235725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/267179336342235725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/analogous-proof.html' title='mirrorsails'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-7949599522507110839</id><published>2008-03-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:15:45.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...There is no such thing as extraterrestrials,&lt;br /&gt;only post-terrestrials (and pre-terrestrials). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The vastness of space holds no alien life;&lt;br /&gt;only across time can alien life forms emerge&lt;br /&gt;(before or after us on the timeline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Earth is the virtual center of our creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to think of space as this sort of&lt;br /&gt;"wide open area", like a vast room;&lt;br /&gt;when in fact, space may be nothing of the sort. &lt;br /&gt;Rather, it might be more like a vast labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;comprised of the narrowest passages linking&lt;br /&gt;to each other in an interminable array of&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable twists and turns.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the wide gyre of sprawled starpoints&lt;br /&gt;spread out before us in the night sky was&lt;br /&gt;really nothing but the illumination reaching&lt;br /&gt;us from long ago, now dead stars?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;/end 'as if you haven't heard that before'&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would indicate that perhaps - the only&lt;br /&gt;real, living portions of the universe are that&lt;br /&gt;branch of the galaxy we are a part of.  Said branch&lt;br /&gt;would extend from our system from two (and only two)&lt;br /&gt;directions; in one direction the remainder of our branch&lt;br /&gt;of the Milky Way extends (of which we are roughly&lt;br /&gt;three-fourths of the way along already); in the other&lt;br /&gt;direction the branch of our galaxy upon which we are&lt;br /&gt;situated extends towards the central hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One or both of these directions could be in our &lt;br /&gt;"blind spots".  They may extend just beyond the curve&lt;br /&gt;of our cosmic horizons.   All remaining stars spangled&lt;br /&gt;and glittering across the night may be nothing but&lt;br /&gt;backdrop afterglow, the galactic equivalent of a sort&lt;br /&gt;of peripheral glare.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only portions of our own branch of the galaxy, &lt;br /&gt;extending in two directions from us, &lt;br /&gt;might be glimpsed sunken brightly amidst the murk &lt;br /&gt;and glare of all those lost stars beyond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-7949599522507110839?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/7949599522507110839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-if.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7949599522507110839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7949599522507110839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-if.html' title='What If...'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-5122352172579705417</id><published>2008-01-25T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:05:04.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death Of Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have foreseen the future of the human race by extrapolating from current trends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we all dwell within an age that must yet be classified as being within the subheading of darkness; i.e, despite advances in technology, I feel we are most likely  in our darkest hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is because we, as virtual cavemen, are still possessed by our imaginations. Hence the proliferation of wildly expressive and divergent art forms, be they painting, poetry, writing, movies, video games, you name it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I am prepared to state: Due to the inherent savagery of this, our darkest hour, such fare as art has become our loftiest ideal. That is to say we exalt and hold our art on the highest pedestal. We champion our heroes and writers, be they Shakespeare or Andy Warhol, whose works we not only admire, but often speak of in hushed tones as being almost sacred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hope for the human race, and believe that one day, the remaining collective will at last evolve past the dark age mire we are currently wallowing in to the point of despair.  Yet I suspect this hopeful evolution will involve the death of imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a good thing. Our current ideologies (which exalt art, for instance) will fall by the wayside.  The wildly unbalanced imaginations we so cherish today will be looked upon as barbaric by our descendants. Such things as horror tales and diverse paintings and video games will all become eventually abolished as the human mind must perforce give up spurious imaginings in favor of a hard line progressive mentality which eschews fruitless artworks in order for the real humanitarian problems facing us to be solved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that art itself will not be entirely abolished, however. Instead, it will resemble something so refined, so minimalist in its execution and symmetry, that we today do not have the brainpower to recognise it as art (only they -- our inheritors and future solvers of most humanitarian crises facing us now -- will be able to appreciate their own art, whose delicacies will remain so refined that we ourselves are poorly equipped to detect them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I offer this consolation: &lt;br /&gt;You and I will be long buried, of course.  Therefore, I say to you:  cherish the art and writings we now indulge in.  They are momentary reprieves from this stage in human evolution; this, our darkest hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-5122352172579705417?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/5122352172579705417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-of-imagination.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/5122352172579705417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/5122352172579705417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-of-imagination.html' title='The Death Of Imagination'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-7359393275318223612</id><published>2008-01-12T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:45:33.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most terrifying prospect facing mankind is being free.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, independantly, completely and actually free.&lt;br /&gt;Because from the day we are born, everything, but absolutely&lt;br /&gt;everything, is handed to us.  Everything but our freedom;&lt;br /&gt;that is something we have to work for. Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is never just handed over.  It is taken &amp; seized:&lt;br /&gt;or it is denied.  That is, should it ever come to that.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, the great majority remain imprisoned in their worlds&lt;br /&gt;handed over to them.  Perhaps passing the world along&lt;br /&gt;is all that keeps it alive.  Perhaps we remain the world's slaves&lt;br /&gt;so that it might be free.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-7359393275318223612?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/7359393275318223612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/01/perhaps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7359393275318223612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7359393275318223612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/01/perhaps.html' title='Perhaps,'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-7241396717524273518</id><published>2008-01-12T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:57:42.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 questions, 1 answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the ultimate wisdom . . . &lt;br /&gt;that knowledge is an illusion?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it to question this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-7241396717524273518?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/7241396717524273518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-questions-1-answer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7241396717524273518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/7241396717524273518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-questions-1-answer.html' title='&lt;tt&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 questions, 1 answer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-3617012592998518729</id><published>2007-04-25T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:27:34.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Engineers and the Stewardship of Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluck a tulip and study it carefully. Inside its bell shaped dome offered up to the sun is a hexagonal dark stained pattern with 6 insect-leg-looking spiny things around the pistil, which has its own interesting engorged shape. It is easy to ascertain how it is designed to attract the honey bee. That's what a tulip is - - this "station" for a worker honeybee to fly into and begin doing its "work". &lt;br /&gt;What work is that, you say? Well the entire bottom-line business of keeping the flow of pollination going, of course -- an intricate process occurring at a very small, specific level of reality -- one might call it working nature from the "ground up", and the bees literally perform this activity, dutifully and busily. Like they say, "busy as a bee", right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I imagined - and I think its important for us to imagine things - even if they are mere fantasies -- often the process of speculation is a means of lubricating our thinking process, so that when we stumble across real, correct ideas we can get through those too -- I imagined how ironic it would be (and I really appreciate irony, which I feel often reflects fundamental truths) if "God" turned out to be, quite literally, the honeybees themselves. The idea has a quaintness to it that I like. At the very least, its not difficult to imagine the bees as fundamental agents of "God" in any case (if not an aspect of God itself), and I like to imagine that the honeybees are the "Engineers", literally helping Creation along. Like seamstresses tirelessly working the bottom line of reality, helping to maintain the circuitous flow of life. I see the honeybees as "groundkeepers" or janitors, entrusted to perform this fundamental duty involving pollination via myriad species of flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is simply an exercise in "thinking outside the box", and here is my point in all this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just assume for the sake of argument that the honeybees literally ARE the "engineers" of creation. Notice how small they are, in comparison to us. And if you bring your focus down close to a tulip - - the "room" or "station" that the honeybee performs his crucial task in --- well, what if that level of reality -- the very small level which we must get down on our knees to examine closely -- what if that IS the real common denominator -level of reality (and not our titanic eye-level of mountainous cities) -? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suggests the notion that what we perceive to be the "dominant species" of the planet, the Titans, the Leviathans, the Behemoths - - that is Ourselves, just like the dinosaurs were in a previous era -- are really just another link in the assembly line of workers, here. Because you see, it all becomes relative; if you contrast humans (who average about 6 feet tall, 160 pounds or so) with bees, then you can see that homo sapiens are quite literally GIGANTIC by comparison. Just like the dinosaurs. Meaning we're freakin' dinosaurs, after a fashion. (In comparison to the "gods" - the honeybees - that is.) Which are teensy tiny, able to fit in the palm of our hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is to merely suggest the roles we (by "we" meaning, all species of life) each play in the maintenance of creation. Now if the bees are the "engineers" workin down in the boiler room keeping the thermodynamic balance of our ecosystem on an even keel so to speak, well obviously we homo sapiens have our own role, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that role is the stewardship of the earth. In a capacity similar to the bees, but employed w/a different task, we human beings are supposed to be the stewards of this planet. While the bees are doing their "bottom line electrical work" or whatnot, we are supposed to be the next level of a guiding hand -- the Watchmen - - the Caretakers -- also Janitors of a sort -- whose brains are supposed to have developed to the point where we can ascertain the importance of maintaining the integrity of our habitat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to be failing miserably at this simple task. Many indigenous tribes throughout earth seem to have not failed. They looked ahead 7 generations. They wasted not the flesh of each creature they killed to help sustain their tribe. They maintained a balance with nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, we live in a world of "Life without Balance", or Koyaanisqatsi. It is because we "stewards" have failed to keep our egos in check. Our ego has swelled to the point we believe ourselves as, for one, actually being "seperate" from the rest of creation! And not only that, but "superior" ! Imagine that. Just because of our "titanic" size -- and the "anthills" of our empires -- we think of ourselves as somehow being "next to God". On a fundamental level we most likely are a part of God; but our role as "guardians" of creation is a humble one. No more important nor less so than the job assigned to the honeybees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could ever get it in our heads that we're "only human" -- if we pulled our heads out of the clouds for a moment, and examined the tulips for instance, and what a crucial role they exchange w/the bees and all manner of insects -- we might renew our sense of wonder at this marvelously engineered universe and acceed that the most seemingly "trivial" roles are as noble and worthy as the most apparantly "kingly" roles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Life has been delineated severely Out Of Balance, and we are facing the point where our own free wills and sense of superiority over the rest of Life is resulting NOT in the establishment/maintenance of HEAVEN ON EARTH (a state that most likely has nothing to do with "the afterlife") but rather, quite unfortunately, in the degredation of the potential quality of life into a HELL ON EARTH (see: the state of the world today). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the way I see it, that various saviours from different cultures were speaking of a CODE to live by which would help insure our role as the humble Guardians of this world by which to maintain and establish the Kingdom of Heaven here and now while we're breathing and alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have forsaken, ignored, or simply misunderstood their teachings in our egotistical quests for dominance and thus are busily paving the way straight to hell, instead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trend could be reversed but it looks increasingly hopeless from where I stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-3617012592998518729?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/3617012592998518729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-engineers-and-stewardship-of-earth.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/3617012592998518729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/3617012592998518729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-engineers-and-stewardship-of-earth.html' title='On Engineers and the Stewardship of Earth'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-3171740106288432088</id><published>2007-02-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:53:18.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>vira bacterius</title><content type='html'>I got an upgrade over the last 5 days.   Appearing in the form of Streptococcal pharyngitis (a bad case of strep throat),&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that it has, in fact, functioned in an aspect which kinda parallels PKD's&lt;br /&gt;3/74 incident, the "beam of pink light" he alleged downloaded all this information to his brain&lt;br /&gt;he previously was not in possession of (such as ancient Latin and other esoteric knowledge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come to loathe and despise these viruses or bacteria cultures because of how bad they make us feel, temporarily.  &lt;br /&gt;And when they kill us, well that really gets our goat though don't it?  By "us" of course I mean our&lt;br /&gt;friends and family, people we read about in the news, but I'll get to the fatal viruses in another section,&lt;br /&gt;bear with me whilst I ruminate on non-fatal, but kick- you- in- the- ass- while- raping- your- head type viruses,&lt;br /&gt;like the Epstein-Barr virus for instance, which infects B cells (B-lymphocytes), producing a reactive lymphocytosis and atypical T cells (T-lymphocytes), and leads to everyone's favorite kissing disorder, "mononucleosis", or mono. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to use my own strep throat as an example.  &lt;br /&gt;This thing has taken up residence in my head&lt;br /&gt;and has consequently made me feel bad for the past 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is -- what if (and here's the clincher), what if in the larger scheme of things, this infection is actually&lt;br /&gt;part of the overall software program (which we, in our ignorance bless us all, refer to as "divinity")&lt;br /&gt;which in actuality ends up being a good thing, i.e, a necessary sort of tool that is implemented to tinker&lt;br /&gt;with our particular subcellular physiognomy in order that we might be &lt;i&gt;maintained&lt;/i&gt; properly,&lt;br /&gt;as the good lil' robots we actually happen to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my theory:   Imagine, if you will, a type of robot whose programming was just sophisticated enough&lt;br /&gt;to bestow it with smooth functioning yet never allow it the comprehension to perceive itself to be a robot.  &lt;br /&gt;That, I believe, is analogous to our own particular state, as the species&lt;i&gt; homo sapien sapiens&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way:   by analogy,  and for the purposes of this essay,&lt;br /&gt;let us imagine 4 Classifications of virtual, artificial agents, exemplifying a spectrum from crudest&lt;br /&gt;to most sophisticated,  and let us label them:&lt;br /&gt;1. puppets  2. robots  3. androids  4. humans  (for a 5th, you'll have to use your imaginations, I'm afraid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us ask ourselves, where is the line drawn, or how is it rendered, between each of these classifications?&lt;br /&gt;Just what is the significanse of these delineations? &lt;br /&gt;I propose that a real demarcation exists only between 3 and 4, and here's why.   Although all 4 are in essence categorizable under the same classification, there is a distinct paradigm shift when you get to the 4th, that is humans.  What defines&lt;br /&gt;this shift is the &lt;i&gt;power source&lt;/i&gt;, so to speak, which renders each of these beauties functionality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 can be said to belong to the same subset; that is, all were literally conceived, assembled, and programmed for execution by the 4th, humans.   But the 4th!  Now that seems a different order entirely, does it not?  Or does it?  After a fashion, we do conceive each other....  Such speculation is left for the tireless (yet becoming oh so tiresome) debates between religion and science, spirituality and philosophy, and of course these debates have been propogated for as long as we can remember, with no end in sight circa the dawning of this 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point being, all 4 of these categories are essentially spread across a spectrum, from crudest or most simplistic (puppets w/strings) to more sophisticated (robots/no strings attached) to super-advanced degrees of sophistication (androids - I'm just using the word as a label to get my point across) to finally, the most sophisticated meat puppetry programming we are aware of, ourselves.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really seperates the 4th category (humans) from the first 3 (puppets, robots, androids), is that &lt;i&gt;our programming appears to originate from an unknown source outside of ourselves&lt;/i&gt;.   Of course, historically we've referred to this "source" vaguely as "God", "Allah", "the Universe", a giant turtle, or even gone so far as to conjecture there is no source, which leads us off into a veritable entangled forest of philosophical semantics with endless variants from gnosticism to existentialism, until we are quite blue in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose that due to the fact we have found ourselves as a species emerged on this planet from some unimagineable chrysalis, that we must maintain a certain respect for the unknown.   For instance, it would be a shame indeed, would it not, if we were to somehow take it upon ourselves, in our egotistical presumption that we may be the "end all, be all" masters of the universe (an idea I will only stop scoffing at when I see evidence of our having gotten our shit together as a race which can politicize its existence on this singular planet in a self sustaining fashion allowing the &lt;i&gt;perpetual maintenance of the future of life on earth&lt;/i&gt;), and decide to, for instance, "eradicate all viruses", if it turned out that these selfsame viruses where in actuality part and parcel of our programming's necessary modification and maintenance protocols?  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What I've come to realize is, there is  a "grand design" or "higher purpose" of which we are yet currently engaged in the execution of.  Fear of the unknown is rapidly transforming into wonder and amazement the more I take in the details about my surrounds and our world history.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from thinking viruses (such as those which cause mono to be considered a vile and evil thing) should be hated, to having emerged from the experience of being afflicted with strep throat with a sobering sense of increasing wonderment about the potential overall &lt;i&gt;benefit&lt;/i&gt; or even plain &lt;i&gt;necessity&lt;/i&gt; of bacteria and viruses to our ongoing evolutionary progress into the ever improving specimens of this regiment of &lt;i&gt;artificial intelligence&lt;/i&gt; I am beginning to suspect humanity to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing to do is get a grip on the perspective of how we interrelate with the unknown.   And the only way I can see to manage that, is through faith.   It doesn't  have to be your standard, orthodox Faith, but I believe we could do the human race and consequently all interdependent life on earth an immense favor by remaining humble enough to admit that we don't know everything, perhaps &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; know everything due to the nature of the paradigm we take part in, and by this time in our historical development it is paramount that we elect emissaries for the human race to take it upon ourselves to better serve the potential continuation of our progeny here.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the fatal viruses for a moment -  perhaps the greatest stumbling block to our advancement as a species are not the&lt;i&gt; base results of fatalities&lt;/i&gt; to our fellows, but rather, the &lt;i&gt;very gravity these fatalities impose upon our own perceptions&lt;/i&gt; of how "bad" or "good" these lethal viruses may actually be.  On an individual, personal basis, an ordinary common cold virus would warrant enough contempt from just one of us to justify its eradication; on the same token, the fatal varieties inspire most of us with an even more fervent desire to achieve their annihilation.   But if one stops and thinks for a moment that the greater scheme of things may in fact justify the presence of lethal viruses, one might not be so inclined to pursue their extinction necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the picture gets bigger, we must suspend our own convictions.  Faith is naught but the grease with which to keep this suspension well oiled.   This has been a public service announcement brought to you by a common case of strep throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-3171740106288432088?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/3171740106288432088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2007/02/vira-bacterius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/3171740106288432088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/3171740106288432088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2007/02/vira-bacterius.html' title='&lt;i&gt;vira bacterius&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-115953892358937946</id><published>2006-09-29T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T17:47:25.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>true sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together cause to stand. system.&lt;br /&gt;all together turned into one. universe.&lt;br /&gt;to gape, I yawn.  chaos.&lt;br /&gt;of this world. cosmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away from the sun. aphelion. &lt;br /&gt;the upper pure, bright air to burn. ether.&lt;br /&gt;not a cutting.  atom.&lt;br /&gt;age of man. world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period of life. age.&lt;br /&gt;about the whole. catholic.&lt;br /&gt;not to be.  agnostic.&lt;br /&gt;a taking or choosing. heresy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the valley of sacrificed children. gehenna.&lt;br /&gt;man courage.  wormwood.&lt;br /&gt;near kindred. flesh.&lt;br /&gt;that which flowers.  blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mark with blood. bless.&lt;br /&gt;carry away secretly. spirit.&lt;br /&gt;to bring into confusion. war.&lt;br /&gt;that which is invoked. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situated above. supreme.&lt;br /&gt;not to have.  empty.&lt;br /&gt;to lie on. incubate.&lt;br /&gt;corruption of the virgin.  marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowing poison. virus. &lt;br /&gt;one who has been initiated. mystic.&lt;br /&gt;to hide together. conceal.&lt;br /&gt;turning point in a disease. crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to lay eggs. warp. &lt;br /&gt;the eye socket. orbit.&lt;br /&gt;wandering star.  planet.&lt;br /&gt;to carry across. transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smooth over. oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;letting go. forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;legal property.  possession.  reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steadfast as an oak. true.&lt;br /&gt;to find one's way. sense.&lt;br /&gt;secure against falling. stable.&lt;br /&gt;free from care. secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrow, anxiety, grief.  care.&lt;br /&gt;quality of setting apart. secrecy. &lt;br /&gt;to the side.  apart. &lt;br /&gt;indefinite continuous hardening.  time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-115953892358937946?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/115953892358937946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2006/09/true-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/115953892358937946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/115953892358937946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2006/09/true-sense.html' title='&lt;tt&gt;true sense&lt;/tt&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-115332592190924895</id><published>2006-07-19T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:01:41.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sugarlution</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The Early Birds&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the year 2010.   The greatest superpower on earth (US) is increasingly under the supervision of a fundamentalist right wing christian administration.   It's a veritable "fast food nation".  Education is on the downswing.  Military spending on the uprise.  Wars being orchestrated in the mideast over political power and fossil fuels.   Terrorists wage their own war against the US, which reacts accordingly, buying into their plan, with a "fight fire w/fire" mentality (which acts as a corrosive to their very spiritual foundations, a strategy the terrorists are perfectly aware of, and succeeding at implementing, perhaps a thousand percent more than they had ever dared to imagine was possible).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this arena, a group of forward -thinking revolutionaries and citizens of the US, begin implementing their plan for revolt:  &lt;i&gt;Eradicating the ingestion of refined sugar from their diets entirely&lt;/i&gt;.  This is their "First Crucial Step" in their attempt to salvage their own previous rights to govern their own country, as originally intended:  a government of the people for the people.   To even &lt;i&gt;begin&lt;/i&gt; DREAMING of doing this, they understand intuitively that ridding their bodies of the slowly -accumulated presence of stultifying refined sugar(s) must perforce be the first step.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They intend to accomplish something of the utmost simplicity (and importance):  The clarity of their own rationality and energy.   They have studied former revolutions, and realized that this time, an armed militia or similar violent uprising is bound to failure, if not for being outweighed by sheer numbers and/or force, at the very least for the very pragmatic reason  of contributing to the already ceaseless implementation of the "cycle of violence" (the very scourge at the heart of what they ultimately hope to rise above).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They recognize that what is going on -  on a mass scale in their own country -  is nothing short of total control by an elite cadre of usurpers who have gradually cemented themselves into the superstructure, having been inocuously aided by the gradual increase of "opiates for the masses", of which the primary culprit is &lt;i&gt;refined sugar&lt;/i&gt; itself, indiscriminately laced into the majority of foodstuffs the increasingly corporate -sponsored nationwide distribution network encourages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They suspect that this "nigh - total control" by an administration bent on overt profiteering and media control - not to mention self-announced wars on "drugs" and "terror", is largely successful in an almost accidental manner.  I.e, they recognize the inherent "slow movement" towards this "ideal" (or inversion of the conventional ideal) as being something that only began almost subliminally; that is, on such a minor scale at first, as to largely go unnoticed.   They realize that once this "movement" began to proceed into secondary and tertiary stages of progression - shifting into higher gear, so to speak - that it began to gain a sort of collective momentum, and that at a crucial point -  would continue down the vectors of that course mostly by its own generated force of numbers, and having carved itself that path of least resistance, paved a way for itself ending in a closed -loop of inevitable tragedy for most concerned.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They understand that absolutely NOTHING can be done about it w/short -term results.  This Beast must be properly deflated by reversing the impetus which generated it.  And the only way towards that goal, is to &lt;b&gt;WAKE UP&lt;/b&gt; to this insidious reality that crept up on them all while they were busy working, raising families, and otherwise participating in their own society as best they could.   Seeing the bigger picture as being something now beyond the control of any individuals, they vow to spearhead a movement by maintaining a kernel of the populace dedicated to the process of fully &lt;b&gt;WAKING UP&lt;/b&gt; to the impending realities of globalization and mass distribution of prioritizing profits over health, and a veritable tangled cluster of seemingly inextricable variables all feeding off each other to create the downward slide of tyrannical possessiveness which has been allowed to go on unchecked enough that it has been granted a life of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have dubbed themselves &lt;b&gt;THE EARLY BIRDS&lt;/b&gt; and have begun to assemble meetings one night a week to further study their aims and goals, and the chances (and nature) of their potential success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of THE EARLY BIRDS latest meetings, it occured to some of them that an additional variable may be at stake in this process.   They have compared notes, made correlations, and become increasingly concerned about the nature of this conundrum their country has gotten itself into.   They each suspect that the problem is one of multiple dimensions, or variables, all working together in concert to effect an unprecedented dilemma in the history of the human race.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One theory The Early Birds are working on, is the idea that the US fosters an inherent sense of CHILDISHNESS in the fully operational and functional - even literate - adult.   They have perceived a gradual dissolution of literacy in the populace, in each subsequent generation, as the now-inverted ideals of a once - earnestly Christian nation trump old-standing creeds (such as "Love your neighbor", "Turn your cheeks to the enemy", and "Thou shalt not kill").  This hypocrisy is noted by the Early Birds and earmarked for further study.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have also duly noted the success with which the current administration's "Newspeak" media -manipulation tactics (along w/the various modalities of "opiates for the masses") work together to keep the populace largely entertained, dulled, or in one manner or another completely subservient to the caprices of the establishment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had quite enough of this obsequiousness, The Early Birds vow to get to the heart of the matter, strictly out of humanitarian concerns.  They figure if their own "elected" state officials cannot place the needs of humanity over their own selfish concerns for power and wealth, then by jove The Early Birds will start a movement of their own based on ensuring the accomplishment of this simple objective.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is curious to note that these various phenomenological traits engendered and  commissioned by the short-sightedness and greed of a power-hungry elite seem to have resulted in a sort of retardation of the ordinary mass-growth process of a clustered humanity.   I.e, it occured to The Early Birds during one bright sunny meeting, that if humanity as a whole could be seen (more or less) to have yet to fully emerge from the post-pubescent stage, then it was easy to see that when broken down into seperate factions or enclaves, well it made sense that perhaps &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; of these groups or tribes of humanity may indeed have "grown up" and successfully entered a mature, functional adulthood; while on the other hand, some factions may yet to reach "puberty" as a whole; and still others may be currently engaged in a struggle to get &lt;i&gt;through&lt;/i&gt; this oft -difficult stage.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of their own culture in the US seem to indicate a particular dilemma in having become largely "stuck" in this post-pubescent phase, and due to a host of ever complicating variables, more or less encouraged and/or nurtured to remain there.   It began to make sense to The Early Birds that their country's penchant for entertainment, be it through the medium of movies or video games (to name just 2 examples) may have grown so out of proportion, that it has managed to stultify the otherwise normal growth process of their country, into a nation of more or less needy, spoiled, immature, and not-yet-fully sentient beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came the day when some of the more astute Early Birds questioned the veracity of being able to literally do anything about this seemingly out-of-control dilemma.   One of them pointed out the fruitlessness of getting through to a populace so disenfranchised, that only a particular subset of that populace has even conditioned themselves to vote. It seemed as if the nature of the 2 -party system and its simple-minded options (usually of "a lesser of two evils") was stuck in such a stale -mate, that no amount of planning could "sway" the populace into a more reasonably educated voting contingency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when one of the Early Birds came up with the following idea:  Acknowledging that "you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink", this eager young Early Bird suggested the notion of simply &lt;i&gt;competing with major advertising&lt;/i&gt; (itself perceived as part &amp; parcel of the emerging threat to the collective) by virtue of espousing nothing less than &lt;i&gt;the elimination of refined sugar from the diet&lt;/i&gt;.   He argued that only in that way could there possibly be allowed an opportunity for the masses to assimilate all the variables present in choosing to elect a state official.  I.e, that if The Early Birds merely &lt;i&gt;set the precedent&lt;/i&gt; of achieving a notably healthier, more vibrant, energetic, lucid and exciting state of being for themselves, then this, in effect, would serve as a form of automatic advertising extolling the virtues of a refined-sugar-free diet.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this alone would serve to showcase the benefits of eliminating refined sugar from the diet.   Soon others would begin to take the notion more seriously.  They would begin to see that their incessant, collective imbibing of sodapops, mass-marketed bread, snacks, condiments such as ketchup, mayonnaise, salad dressings, and most drinks, not to mention ice creams, desserts, candies, muffins, pancakes, cookies and pies &lt;i&gt;really was&lt;/i&gt; putting them in a vicious loop of false energy dependence, and directly into the consequences of that cycle's inevitable "crashing".  Because by having worked on this incessantly as a collective for many generations, the "energy" and "crashing" have now subsumed themselves so deeply into our everyday lives that they are no longer even noticed as such:  we have merely adapted ourselves into a society largely too apathetic and fatigued to bother with important minutae (such as voting correctly or expediently).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Early Bird's idea being that &lt;i&gt;eventually&lt;/i&gt;-   when more and more people see for themselves how alert, happy, and carefree The Sugarless have become, they will at last make the decision &lt;i&gt;for themselves&lt;/i&gt; to throw off the shackles of their oppression.   Fast forward through this process, and eventually The Early Birds hope to literally cut into the voting contingency itself deeply enough that more and more voters get to enjoy the benefits of seeing clearly and &lt;b&gt;WAKING UP&lt;/b&gt; to the hard reality they have been led by the short hairs for too many years to count, by a blind idiot force that has managed to get the best of the populace for awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was that the latest Early Bird's meeting was adjourned.   They vowed to show the remaining populace of their country just HOW to "think for yourelf", by setting an example themselves.  (They decided to set a limit on their objective, so as to curtail any possibility of their own agenda somehow getting out of control and consequently adding to, rather than taking away from, the parasitic nature of the problem they were attempting to tackle.)   They felt a dire need to express this plan on a strictly personal level, and to "advertise" the level of their success to the world simply by word of mouth, by writing their senators and neighbors, by setting up blogs, and generally bypassing any "legally sanctioned" avenues ripe for corruption and/or redirection back into the formerly growing paradigm.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to cut ties with that older paradigm by beginning the process of rearranging their own priorities into a more reasonable order.   Because they were perfectly aware that they had to start &lt;i&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt;, they decided to honor the integrity of their own independent biological systems - their own bodies and minds -- by eliminating the host of improper substances daily subsumed into them by the products generated from this overt Beast of Greed given life by a surprisingly small initial group of politicians.    They made a choice to be patient and have faith that eventually, their own (wiser) choices for maintaining their bodies' integrity (hence their minds') would begin to invariably "bleed" out and affect others who took note of their gradual improved status.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this manner it was suggested that some day soon, oh, maybe within ten or twenty years even, the tide may become turned about enough so that the pool of voters itself would begin to be comprised of more truly enlightened citizens, non-addicted, and who could actually begin thinking for themselves.  Then some day in the bright future, the percentage of lucid voters would finally reassert itself into the majority, and the people of this once -promising nation could look forward to wresting control from the nearsighted tyrants currently in possession of the yoke about its neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-115332592190924895?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/115332592190924895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2006/07/sugarlution.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/115332592190924895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/115332592190924895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2006/07/sugarlution.html' title='sugarlution'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-114011691277231891</id><published>2006-02-16T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:09:37.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Such Thing</title><content type='html'>There is no such thing as the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason it remains such a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as non-existence.&lt;br /&gt;And now there is no such thing as history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-114011691277231891?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/114011691277231891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-is-no-such-thing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/114011691277231891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/114011691277231891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-is-no-such-thing.html' title='There Is No Such Thing'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-113770484212980353</id><published>2006-01-19T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:53:28.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature vs ?</title><content type='html'>On my thinking of what is "unnatural", and my argument that everything, including human beings, synthetic compounds and chemicals, etc, is perfectly natural, it made me realize something.   Perhaps "natural" and "normal" are NOT the same thing - - not even by the longest shot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e, &lt;br /&gt;Nature itself may be an aberration of reality.&lt;br /&gt;Think about that for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break it down: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be orders of reality, wherein if everything is undergoing an "optimum" state, this thing WE know of as "nature" has nothing to do with this unprecedented, uninterrupted nothingness which could not even have a word for it lest it "become" that.  Then . . . what if, there is a 1 in a Quadroople quintubular gazzillion googolplex of a chance that.  . . an irritant introduces itself somehow in the otherwise flawless unprocesses of devoid-reality (i.e, the normal state of existence and lack of affairs), and wala, thus nature is borne.  Nature, with all its concurrent, infectious, viral seething chaotic evolutionary adaptable transcendence.  And we came from that.  And cancer followed.  All of it perfectly natural.  . . perfectly aberrant . . . and entirely not normal in the real sense of the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-113770484212980353?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/113770484212980353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2006/01/nature-vs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/113770484212980353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/113770484212980353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2006/01/nature-vs.html' title='Nature vs ?'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-113113714633762661</id><published>2005-11-04T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:10:55.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>states of being</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If absolute power corrupts absolutely,&lt;br /&gt;then I know the real nature of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil is God, only fallen.  Corrupted.  &lt;br /&gt;This shows how God has no power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps herein lies the secret of his inviolable status.   &lt;br /&gt;If power corrupts, then by definition the one who would be God &lt;br /&gt;must abandon all power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in so doing, He achieves Mastery.  &lt;br /&gt;While those who seek power, must Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By letting go, God achieves becoming one with the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are given a choice.  &lt;br /&gt;We, too, may let go, and become one with him.  &lt;br /&gt;The ultimate surrender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, god and the devil are not seperate beings, rather, &lt;br /&gt;they are seperate states of being:  the states of the heavenly &lt;br /&gt;(or divine) and that of the hellish (or damned).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To be damned is to have been sent on a path &lt;br /&gt;from which there is no recourse.  &lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of power, or riches (merely power in another guise) &lt;br /&gt;is just such a course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why it says Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here &lt;br /&gt;upon the gates of hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-113113714633762661?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/113113714633762661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/11/states-of-being.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/113113714633762661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/113113714633762661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/11/states-of-being.html' title='states of being'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-111353096592643255</id><published>2005-04-14T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T07:01:11.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>making level</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you picture how difficult it is&lt;br /&gt;to try and convince them of the truth -?&lt;br /&gt;Of course you can.  I was put here not to refute &lt;br /&gt;the word of God -- but as a free independent thinker&lt;br /&gt;to try and &lt;i&gt;prove to them on their own terms that He exists&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to do this (and you know how mysteriously He works)&lt;br /&gt;He made it necessary for me to have my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;Only in this way could I stand a chance against them. &lt;br /&gt;One price to pay is my own brethren may think me judas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the trick joker.  The out-smoker.  &lt;br /&gt;From their caves I'll draw them up. &lt;br /&gt;I am His son, just like everyone. &lt;br /&gt;Only I believe it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the post hypnotic magi. &lt;br /&gt;The self corrective mirror. &lt;br /&gt;A quintessential tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;In laughter disappearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the white eye missing&lt;br /&gt;I am the black button.&lt;br /&gt;When I am gone there&lt;br /&gt;will be your proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-111353096592643255?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/111353096592643255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/making-level.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111353096592643255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111353096592643255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/making-level.html' title='&lt;tt&gt;&lt;i&gt;making level&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-111335074447372478</id><published>2005-04-12T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:24:36.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories</title><content type='html'>I believe in stories. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stories will be leaving you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-111335074447372478?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/111335074447372478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/stories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111335074447372478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111335074447372478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-111334989698213595</id><published>2005-04-12T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:51:36.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Since I believe in the truth&lt;br /&gt;and the truth cannot be known&lt;br /&gt;I know that I believe in what&lt;br /&gt;I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-111334989698213595?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/111334989698213595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111334989698213595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111334989698213595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-111334968347870719</id><published>2005-04-12T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:48:03.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>belief</title><content type='html'>I believe in a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe a lot of things can be one thing.&lt;br /&gt;I could even believe that everything was one thing. &lt;br /&gt;And when balanced against this contrast,&lt;br /&gt;I could believe in nothing, when I chose to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm not quite prepared to do &lt;br /&gt;yet is declare your belief my air.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in seperate perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in valuing the picture &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they complete.  I believe you can lead &lt;br /&gt;a friend but cannot make them eat.&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone feeds. &lt;br /&gt;Only by letting go are we free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-111334968347870719?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/111334968347870719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/belief.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111334968347870719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111334968347870719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/belief.html' title='belief'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12134875.post-111334846796950396</id><published>2005-04-12T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:31:15.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Believe In?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer would be belief&lt;br /&gt;and the abstinence thereof,&lt;br /&gt;calculatedly balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you get a sense for it*&lt;br /&gt;is by having been allowed exposure to it -&lt;br /&gt;How much can they know - brought up on that pap?&lt;br /&gt;They must've concluded they were not authorized to sense.&lt;br /&gt;To exist.   To really even be in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much you can believe what your eyes see&lt;br /&gt;flashing before you on the TV depends&lt;br /&gt;entirely on how much you believed in &lt;br /&gt;everything else they ever told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12134875-111334846796950396?l=scratchypost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/feeds/111334846796950396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-do-i-believe-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111334846796950396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12134875/posts/default/111334846796950396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scratchypost.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-do-i-believe-in.html' title='What Do I Believe In?'/><author><name>shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJHMZKew7jc/SrmnshImbmI/AAAAAAAABGg/x2kRwPpr-Ok/S220/blackonblack+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
