(which will be added to as they come to mind)
Scents #1- burnt coffee smells like skunk stink.
Observation #1- If you put your hands over your ears (to block sound, or you could play some favourite piece of music) and blink your eyes really fast, the world looks like an old fashioned silent movie (except for the colour of course.)
Observation #2- the taste of a penny is reminiscent of the taste of losing a tooth.
Probably because the copper/metallic tastes like blood.
Have you tasted any change lately?
I suggest, if you do, you wash it first as coins, well money in general, is very unsanitary.
And please do not ask what possessed me to taste a penny.
I will eventually add more. Eventurally<(that is sort of like Eventually + Adventure=Eventurally or maybe it should be Adventurally...yep, that sounds better). Maybe. And maybe not.
Observation #3- Actually just a personal thought, not an actual observation. Well, I guess it is an observation formed from my thoughts-
Maybe the brightness of active black holes in space are caused by the final screams of what it is consuming, only to be spat (or poohed) back out elsewhere to be reborn as something new in the universe?
Observation #4- I saw on boingboing where someone feels we should name ‘the moon'.
They cited, which makes sense, that other planet's moons have actual names.
I mean, it is descriptive of what it is, A moon. M-O-O-N (if you saw ‘The Stand' by Stephen King you'll understand.)
Can you imagine, if there is life out there in the universe that knows of us, what
they may think? "Huh, look at those Earthlings, they name everything else, then just call their moon, moon. How creative."
Actually, when I first read of it, I did not think of it in that way.
I didn't think of it straight off, and thought, well, let's just rename the Earth too and call it
something like Bob.
Then we would all be Boblings......until it sunk in.
After the realization that it is indeed unnamed, I thought perhaps they were going to name it Neil in honour of the firstman to set foot on it.
Of course, that would change the lyrics to a lot of songs. Think about it.
I guess, calling it ‘moon' is the same as calling your pet cat ‘cat' or your child ‘boy' or ‘girl'.
So, maybe it does need a name. Poor, sad man in the moon. We could just call it Roquefort or some type of cheese, probably something with holes would be better.
Anyway, that is hmy second observational deep thought for the day.
Deep Thought #1- I have struggled with trying to intertwine religion with science. Trying to join the two in a belief I can accept. A man with a long white beard just doesn't make sense. Maybe, what humans consider the creator exists beyond the universe? Maybe 'it', 'God' or whatever one wishes to call it, is what the universe is expanding into, or maybe the universe is actually 'it's internal organs/system and is even larger and more vast than we can ever imagine? Then everything absolute would be a part of 'it', as well as it being a part of us...of everything. Perhaps 'it' is the sentient energy, energy that is within us all that can never be destroyed, the Spiritus Mundi, if you will, that connects us all, connects everything. This, to me, is something I can believe in, my connection to the universe and to all things. That I am made of the same basic stuff as everything else, not only that which is flesh and blood, but of the earth, the sea, the universe....and perhaps even beyond. Now I need a cup of tea, which I feel particularly connected to and will become a part of me in it's sacrifice of being drunk (drank? drinked? what ever!) Felt the need to lighten the moment :-)
Alternative Deep Thought(s) #?-
How do we know this is not all a dream?
Or some scientist's or alien's simulation?
Maybe we are programmed to think we are in control?
How do we actually know we are real?
All we can do is accept that we are because we just don't know.
We could be merely a recorded time capsule, like it all has happened
already, and is just on replay?
Or we're part of a video game like The Sims.
Or merely a computer's idea of ‘human' civilization, within itself.
Or in a giant holodeck and are someone else's creation.
A fragment of someone's imagination.
Maybe kind of like Schrodinger's cat, sort of, only it is the universe
inside the box.
I guess it all doesn't really matter, which would make it anti matter, because we are what we think we are.
For now, at least.
Alternative Deep Thought #?a-
Maybe we don't die. Maybe we are just deleted.
Same difference, really.
Alternative Not So Deep Thought #1-
Maybe we are all just separate reality shows on some future's ubermodern (or, perhaps what we consider 'alien's' [and by that I do not mean like (illegal or not) Mexicans etc., who, might I add, have a very rich culture and I like their Day of the Dead stuff]) television screen.
Alternative Deep Thought #?b- (Addendum to Observation #4...I know, it gets complicated. Such is life. And Space. Sort of. At least to me.)
I have read now, that anything being sucked into a black hole is crushed when it reaches the center. Or torn to shreds, or something like that. Let's just say, something very unpleasant happens. Or so I've read.
I think Stephen Hawking (whom I only recently found out is British. Can't they make a computerized voice that sounds British? Anyway,) said the universe began, the 'big bang' (not the television show), was a black hole or something. Before, there was nothing there. I cannot wrap my brain around that.
A black hole was created out of nothingness, IN nothing? Then what, it vomited up the universe? God's innards? What? I don't understand. I like reading about this, but when I get to the equation business I think 'oh, look at the pretty numbers, like abstract art' then my brain freezes up.
I guess I have more in common with Penny, although I am interested in trying to understand this stuff.
Alternative Deep Thought #?b1 Addendum- Okay, it all has to do with Gravity (not to be mistaken for 'gravitas', at least I don't think so), Singularities (both naked, and not naked I guess) and other stuff. I read through it all once, then again, and again. Sometimes only words like 'under which' 'can form' 'must have started' are the only parts I understand *sigh*.
So, here is the thing- "While working out the conditions under which the superdense hearts of black holes can form (I actually know some people with superdense hearts, but that is more like 'oh you are so super dense and so is your heart'), Hawking realized that our Universe must have started out in a similar state."
As I read on incomprehensibly, I will share more.
Not So Deep Self-Observational Thought #1 (actually perhaps #2 would be more appropriate, but I digress)- I've made a discovery about myself!
How, like the spacetime singularity that could exist at the center of a black hole (in space, obviously), I am also at a point of infinite density....at least as far as my understanding of physics and such are concerned (and not the of cathartical type, I understand that, duh! The other should be so easy to comprehend.)
Actually, I am quite infinitely dense on many things, but that does not stop me from trying to understand...and it never will.
My Most Sincerest Deep Thought #1nfinity (and yes I meant the '1' because there will be more)- I want to believe that our soul/energy, whatever it is that makes us, who we are, never dies.
Is reincarnated, moves on throughout time.
I think, this is why you might meet someone whom you immediately like or dislike,
without really knowing why. You just have this inner feeling, a sense of them.
Maybe you knew them in a past life. They could have been your mother, father, brother,
sister, husband, wife, lover, friend, enemy.
Your family may have had some connection to their's.
Is it merely an imprint on ones genes, or is it something else?
There are new souls and old ones.
Maybe a part of our soul/energy splits away, and becomes a new soul, that of our children.
I am still working this out...
Abstract Thought #Z% (how abstract is that?)- If the future is already there, and we just haven't reached that point yet, maybe that explains Déjà vu? For instance, and I mentioned this before but probably deleted it, have you ever been someplace or had a conversation, and it is all familiar to you, even though you have never been at that place before, nor had the conversation previously? You just knew it.
Could this be kind of like having had a glance at the future beforehand? A premonition? Your future, bleeding through to the present? Is it a place you visited/conversation you had, in another lifetime? Is it some genetic ancestral memory simply imprinted on your being?
Or is it, like some scientists have said, our brain knowing seconds before we are consciously aware, of what we are about to do? Like recognition of the place/conversation those few seconds before actually being there or hearing it?
Kind of strange that our brains would/could do that. So are we controlling our brain (subconsciously), or is our brain controlling us? It is always working silently in the background, processing, making sure everything is working properly to keep us alive without us even thinking about it. Sort of like a symbiote.
Just a thought.
Minor Observation #who cares- I watched the movie ‘Frankenstein', this version starring Kenneth Branagh as Victor Frankenstein and Robert De Niro as his creation.
I have always felt sorrow for the creature, because like a child, he did not ask to be given life, as he did not ask to be repulsive to others. I think De Niro portrayed the role quite well, and believably.
What I have always found curious is why the Doctor did not simply reanimate a complete newly deceased corpse, why the necessity of sewing together parts?
The creatures final dialogue with Captain Robert Walton at the death of Victor Frankenstein-
"And do you dream?" said the daemon. "Do you think that I was then dead to agony and remorse? He," he continued, pointing to the corpse, "he suffered not in the consummation of the deed. Oh! Not the ten-thousandth portion of the anguish that was mine during the lingering detail of its execution. A frightful selfishness hurried me on, while my heart was poisoned with remorse. Think you that the groans of Clerval were music to my ears? My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
"After the murder of Clerval I returned to Switzerland, heart-broken and overcome. I pitied Frankenstein; my pity amounted to horror; I abhorred myself. But when I discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness, that while he accumulated wretchedness and despair upon me he sought his own enjoyment in feelings and passions from the indulgence of which I was forever barred, then impotent envy and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance. I recollected my threat and resolved that it should be accomplished. I knew that I was preparing for myself a deadly torture, but I was the slave, not the master, of an impulse which I detested yet could not disobey. Yet when she died! Nay, then I was not miserable. I had cast off all feeling, subdued all anguish, to riot in the excess of my despair. Evil thenceforth became my good. Urged thus far, I had no choice but to adapt my nature to an element which I had willingly chosen. The completion of my demoniacal design became an insatiable passion. And now it is ended; there is my last victim!"
I was at first touched by the expressions of his misery; yet, when I called to mind what Frankenstein had said of his powers of eloquence and persuasion, and when I again cast my eyes on the lifeless form of my friend, indignation was rekindled within me. "Wretch!" I said. "It is well that you come here to whine over the desolation that you have made. You throw a torch into a pile of buildings, and when they are consumed, you sit among the ruins and lament the fall. Hypocritical fiend! If he whom you mourn still lived, still would he be the object, again would he become the prey, of your accursed vengeance. It is not pity that you feel; you lament only because the victim of your malignity is withdrawn from your power."
"Oh, it is not thus—not thus," interrupted the being. "Yet such must be the impression conveyed to you by what appears to be the purport of my actions. Yet I seek not a fellow feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy? I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure; when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory. Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
"You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes. But in the detail which he gave you of them he could not sum up the hours and months of misery which I endured wasting in impotent passions. For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were forever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this? Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me? Why do you not hate Felix, who drove his friend from his door with contumely? Why do you not execrate the rustic who sought to destroy the saviour of his child? Nay, these are virtuous and immaculate beings! I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on. Even now my blood boils at the recollection of this injustice.
"But it is true that I am a wretch. I have murdered the lovely and the helpless; I have strangled the innocent as they slept and grasped to death his throat who never injured me or any other living thing. I have devoted my creator, the select specimen of all that is worthy of love and admiration among men, to misery; I have pursued him even to that irremediable ruin.
"There he lies, white and cold in death. You hate me, but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself. I look on the hands which executed the deed; I think on the heart in which the imagination of it was conceived and long for the moment when these hands will meet my eyes, when that imagination will haunt my thoughts no more.
"Fear not that I shall be the instrument of future mischief. My work is nearly complete. Neither yours nor any man's death is needed to consummate the series of my being and accomplish that which must be done, but it requires my own. Do not think that I shall be slow to perform this sacrifice. I shall quit your vessel on the ice raft which brought me thither and shall seek the most northern extremity of the globe; I shall collect my funeral pile and consume to ashes this miserable frame, that its remains may afford no light to any curious and unhallowed wretch who would create such another as I have been. I shall die. I shall no longer feel the agonies which now consume me or be the prey of feelings unsatisfied, yet unquenched. He is dead who called me into being; and when I shall be no more, the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. I shall no longer see the sun or stars or feel the winds play on my cheeks.
"Light, feeling, and sense will pass away; and in this condition must I find my happiness. Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation. Polluted by crimes and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?
"Farewell! I leave you, and in you the last of humankind whom these eyes will ever behold. Farewell, Frankenstein! If thou wert yet alive and yet cherished a desire of revenge against me, it would be better satiated in my life than in my destruction. But it was not so; thou didst seek my extinction, that I might not cause greater wretchedness; and if yet, in some mode to me, thou hadst not ceased to think and feel, thou wouldst not desire against me a vengeance greater than that which I feel. Blasted as thou wert, my agony was still superior to thine, for the bitter sting of remorse will not cease to rankle in my wounds until death shall close them forever.
"But soon," he cried with sad and solemn enthusiasm, "I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace, or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell."
He sprang from the cabin window as he said this, upon the ice raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance."
Thought # Zzzz? while lying awake, unable to sleep. Actually, that is when my mind works best-
I believe, or at least want to believe (*questions have been posed to me that shake my beliefs), not all is mere coincidence.
That we have a connection to everything, to the uber all, in some way, shape or form. To not only one another, I to you, you to me, but to every living thing, as well as that which is no longer, or never has, ‘lived'.
A connection to earth itself and on into the universe.
I cannot say of what lies beyond because it is hidden from us. Perhaps it is the final connection.
I don't know.
Thought #Zzzz?A (which takes us back to the beginning. Sort of :-)- If one believes in
reincarnation, as I would like to (see *above), then the preservation of the planet is a necessity not only for future generations, but for our own return.
Feelings #1- I like hugs. And embraces. Not the anaconda's type of hug/embrace. Or bear hugs/embraces for that matter, because if a bear really did hug you, you would probably end up dead.
Or maimed for life.
An anaconda's would just suffocate and crush you.
No, I like the warm, comforting type of hug. A friendly hug.
Embraces, on the other hand, are more for someone you love
very deeply.
Of course, that embrace in time could end up like an anaconda's or a bear's, but you would be dead or maimed or suffocated and crushed on the inside.
Kisses are germ carrying, at least when there is an exchange of saliva.
Bodily fluid mingling of any sort should be with someone you truly love.
I mean, if you exchange fluids, then you should be able to exchange your deepest thoughts, correct?
Anyway, I like hugs.
I even used to hug my cat, Sweetums. She never really liked hugs though. She was a dear little soul even so and persevered me. She has gone to cat heaven :-(
I think I need a hug right now...
Thought Concerning Feelings #Yes- I used to believe everyone was the same, well, I still believe we are as far as feelings/emotions go, it is just which feelings/emotions we allow to take precedence over the others. Like if we let anger, greed, selfishness, hatred and all the negative hurtful ones, override the good and positive ones like caring, kindness, thoughtfulness, love and so forth. (I know, I know, sounds nauseatingly optimistic, sort of, but not really and anyway, it is my nauseatingly trying to be optimistic thought, and I can think whatever I please and so can you and the beauty is, no one can ever stop you from it. That would actually be another thought, I think, the thought that no one can stop you from thinking thoughts, only possibly stop you from sharing them in some way [i.e. holding their ears, not reading them, overall banning of sharing them in any way, etc. but they still can't stop you from thinking them.)
Hypothetical Thought #....- if a person was to know their future completely, all that was destined to occur in their life and they were unable to change any of it, would that make their life boring? To always know what was going to happen next?
Dependant on what their future held, would it keep them in dread and fear or would they accept it and make the most out of every day given (like one should, good or bad evenso)? On the opposite side, would they eagerly anticipate the good things, or would it spoil the surprise?
Just a passing thought.
Truism Plus My Added ¢ Worth #I do not get along well with numbers- "Never judge a book by it's cover".....or a product by it's packaging. It's what's inside that counts. It's content.
Something I do not always heed. I mean, everyone can be impressed by a beautifully designed package, but does the product itself live up to it's look or claims?
Maybe it does, and maybe it doesn't. Do you take a chance with it anyway? You might be surprised that it actually is a wonderful product both outside and in, or you might be totally disappointed because what's inside is not as beautiful, and is, in fact, the complete opposite. Let alone not living up to it's claim.
Regret- a learning tool. A lesson.
But it all depends on if you are a good student, or not.
For instance, I have always been bad at math. Really, really bad.
Mostly because one and one does not always add up to two. Sometimes they add up to one, and sometimes they don't add up at all and remain single digits.
Addition is not so bad, most of my problems are with division.
Observation (and sort of a complaint) #5- I do not like the taste of wooden sticks. Like what some/most yogurt/fruit/ice cream bars are on. You savour the yumminess of the bar itself, then, when you get to the wooden stick and lick off the remaining goodness, all you are left with tasting is the stick. And it tastes rather yucky. And you could, theoretically, get splinters on your tongue. That would be very painful, I should imagine. Why do the manufacturers do that? Save a tree and use something else, environmentally friendly, of course, and that doesn't leave a residual unpleasant taste. Maybe make it a further treat, like on a candy stick or cane! Yeah! Updated thought- Pretzel Sticks!!!! Frozen yogurt or ice cream bars on pretzel sticks (maybe even chocolate covered pretzel sticks!)!! Fruit/Sorbet bars on complimentary flavoured fruit candy sticks! No more taste of wooden sticks, tree saved, only waste is the wrapper!
Curious Thoughts # I can't be bothered with these #s anymore- I subscribe to ‘The Last Word on Nothing' and today they had an article on what I assume to be a rare condition, where people feel one or more of their body parts (generally limbs) do not belong to them. It is referred to as BIID (body integrity identity disorder). This is not only tragic, and rather horrifying for the persons themselves, but for people who really have had to have amputations due to accidents, disease etc. It cited one person as saying they did not feel their soul extended into one of their legs.
Obviously it is a psychological disorder. Here is an excerpt from the article-
"Neuroscience has shown us over the past decade or so that this sense of ownership over our body parts is strangely malleable, even among normal healthy people. In 1998, cognitive scientists at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh performed a deceptively simple experiment. They sat subjects down at a table with their left hands resting on a table. A screen prevented the subjects from seeing their hands: instead, a rubber hand was placed in front of the screen. The researchers then used two small paint brushes to stroke both the real hand and the rubber hand at the same time. When questioned later, the subjects said that they eventually felt the brush not on their real hand, but on the rubber hand. More significantly, many said they felt as if the rubber hand was their own.
The rubber-hand illusion illustrates how the way we experience our body parts is a dynamic process, one that involves constant integration of various senses. And if we can feel as if we own something as inanimate as a rubber hand, can we own something that doesn't exist? Seemingly, yes. Patients who have lost a limb can sometimes sense its presence, often immediately after surgery and at times even years after the amputation - so-called "phantom limbs"."
My gramps had fingers missing due to an accident with a table/band (whatever they are called) saw, and he would say, when it was cold, he could feel it even in his missing fingers, and that sometimes they would itch. I thought maybe it was because his brain did not acknowledge the digits were missing.
Anyway, what interested me about this entire article is, just how much can we trust our own brains?
How do we even know what we see and hear is being processed correctly? IS actually what we are seeing/hearing? Not only that, how do we know it is preforming it's duties (no, I will not snicker, this is serious stuff) as it should, other than when illness of some type alerts our conscious self of it?
I am not even going to bring in anything about past lives, or genetic ancestral memories playing a part in it, just our brains alone, it's thought patterns, abilities, what it allows, what it does on it's own, etc. is one of the most amazing things ever. It really is like some symbiotic thing. Sort of.
Recent Personal Observation On Taste #today- Starbucks Green Tea Latte sort of tastes like how I imagine Lancaster county (Pa.) with it's cows and green-ness would taste.....Kinda by how it smells there....in summer....green with cows....
Observation #6- It's a darn shame how most living things, both plant and animal (their flesh, seed, ebryos etc.) have to be so tasty...
Sad Thought #sad- :-(
Maybe what separates us from other species
is that we have learned to hurt one another so well.
Not only physically,
which some do quite skillfully,
no, it is the hurt that cuts one's soul.
A Short Observational Story (sort of) #No.-
The domesticated cat walks the interior of her domain. She knows nothing of the world outside. She peers out the window as if it were a television screen. Therefore, nothing truly existed for her beyond her boundaries. She was content, until one day she ventured out when the door was left ajar. Frightened by the vastness of the unknown, she ran back inside to the safety of all she had ever known. It changed her, though.
Somewhere, deep within her now, was a yearning she could not define and it haunted her from that moment forward.
The lioness at the zoo grieved as she paced her cell, dreaming of the land she once roamed free.
Or thought she did. Was it a memory or an ancestral dream? She paused a moment in thought, then continued pacing her boundaries. It was all she had.
One, content to dream. The other, dreams to remain content.
Observation #last- Wishing on aeroplanes at night, mistaking them for stars, is not recognized as a grantable wish. Even if you had something in your eye and had to remove your contact lenses, so therefore could not distinguish a difference. Sparkly things in the sky at night pretty much look alike. If you are near-sighted. Except the moon. I wonder, if you wish on the Sun, since it is an uberStar, would your wish then be granted?
The Following Are Added Complaints, Whatnots, Mindless Meanderings and Frustrations...
Serious Thought #1- Life is really like a congested one-way highway, from which you can never turn back.
It is not a free-way. There are tolls one must pay, metaphorically speaking.
Yeah, there are off ramps to different temporary places, events, rest stops.
Everyone's rushing to one destination or another.
But every street/boulevard/road/pike/route/thoroughfare/byway etc. eventually leads back to the main, for which there is only one true exit.
Hopefully it does not lead to a complete dead end.
Complaint #1 (sort of)- I don’t know if a neighbor is burning incense along with wood in their fireplace/wood burning stove, but it sure smells like it, and it permeates into the house.
It is not necessarily a totally unpleasant smell, but it is not a pleasant one either.
I just like the smell of wood burning. And the burning of leaves in the fall. Dunno why. Maybe I was an arsonist in a past life.
Maybe just an arse. Dunno. Could’ve been. Maybe now, too. Even your best friends won’t tell you. Well, some will. And enemies are always willing to point it out. So do other arses. Takes one, to know one, as they (whoever ‘they’ are) say. I’ve always wondered about ‘them’. Maybe ‘they’ are the Illuminati.
Anyway, I probably like the smell of wood burning because I like camping.
But only the kind of camping where there are no serial killers in the woods. Or scary, inbred, hillbillies (no offense to regular hillbillies. I rather like them, and their music.)
Crystal Lake is in NJ. I live in NJ (when I am not inside my head). We also have a Haddonfield, with an Elm Street. As well as a township called Voorhees.
What does that tell you? Well, I’m gonna tell ya' anyway. Make sure you camp outside the state.
Complaint #2 (yeah, who doesn't like to complain about something, politics, the weather, someone else, etc.)-
Anyway, Spring has sprung, and so has season allergies....what, do my sinuses react on cue? Yes, they do! Stuffy nose, watery eyes and nothing major is really blooming yet! Maybe it is just a cold. They've been going around and seems hardly no one knows to cover their mouths when they sneeze anymore! Explosive germ warfare, I think. Yep, that was two, count 'em, two complaints right in a row! That is enough for today. I'm going to go have a nice steamy cup of tea, open up those nasal passages in an enjoyable way. If not, it will be Neti pot time. It's really interesting how the saline water goes in one nostril and comes out the other. You just have to remember to breath through your mouth. Unless you like to choke and sputter a lot.
And, here is a short poem, presented to you in keeping with the season, that a friend of mine from NY used to recite-
"Spring is sprung, the grass is rizzed,
I wonda’s where da boidies is?
Da boid is on da wing,
no, dat’s absoid, da wing is on da boid!"
(No offense meant [for I have lived there] to any New Yawkas, and, if so, take the rod out.)
Whatnots #1 (this, as in, what nots to do)- Share my thoughts and feelings.
Basically, if you don’t open your mouth, you won’t put your foot in it.
Whatnots #2 (still as in what nots to do)- Tell the truth.
Because you won’t be believed anyway.
It will only be thought of as scheiße
or, that you are ‘fledermaus scheiße verrückt’.
I guess that’s like having non-terminal rabies,
which one could contract from inhaling/playing in/definitely licking, guano I guess.
(Not so) Serious Thought #2 (well, it is sort of serious, hopefully in a non-offensive way if you remember to remove the rod first before reading :)- No lamb this year for Easter <(not serious at all...). Too expensive, so it will be the proverbial Easter Ham <(...or this.)
I feel sorry for Jewish people. If they had acknowledge Jesus as the Messiah, they could be eating pork products too<(a little more serious, but it all goes down hill from here on...)>
When thinking about it, Jesus being metaphorically a sacrificial lamb, eating lamb would be somewhat like the eucharist/sacrament, sort of symbolically cannibalistic. But then, so would ham (which is pink pork) if you consider the word ‘long pig’. The other white meat. ‘Nuf said about this.
Mindless Meandering #1 (past & present, from a senseless wandering mind)- 'It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring'....he really needs to see a specialist as he may have sleep apnea.
At times the rain relaxes me, the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. At other times it just depresses. Today's rain is a depressing one, and when stuck inside makes me contemplative (being inside, I look into myself. I study, me.)
I wonder why people put so much stock in certain things. For instance, why a person's religious beliefs should be so important to anyone other than they themselves (I consider religion a personal communion, but then again, I was never big on large group followings.) What one believes spiritually, or does not believe, should be of concern to no one other than themselves. Why people feel the need to group together in beliefs is beyond me, and to criticize another's beliefs is just sanctimonious. Following blindly (and not just in religion), and not rationalizing for oneself, seems constraining although I guess there is something to be said for having faith itself in someone or something.
It is sad that we are so solitary in this world, packed inside these organic shells, trying to communicate with things as misleading as words. It is so hard to explain ones feelings. So many opportunities pass us by because of it.
It's raining, it's pouring...
Nasty weather. Bleak. Gray.
I wish it would just go away.
Though April showers may come your way,
They bring the flowers that bloom in May
and hay fever.
March comes in like a lion
and goes out like a lamb....
(I thought they were supposed to lie down
together?
Maybe just until before the slaughter....)
March the winds gust
when storms approach,
and I've lost trust....
in myself.
My once broken foot aches when it rains.
Bone pains.
Every nerve in my body is on alert
for I always fear oncoming storms.
I think I hear the rumble of distant thunder
approaching,
or was it just an aeroplane?
My grandfather would say ‘there is nothing to fear,
for it is only dwarves
playing ten pins up in the mountains,
and when they make a strike it causes thunder,
lightning'.
So it would not be frightening.
Those storms of childhood.
There are all types of storms,
Not all are weather brought....
(Very) Serious Thought #3- Graviteheheheheheh...teee....it goes through my head like that now ever since hearing the Gorillaz Sound Check.
Gravity, sooner or later, adheres us all somewhere on the planet. Even though, every piece of the earth is owned by someone or something. A country, a state, an individual. Or at least they think they own it because they either paid for it or took/won (as in war) it from someone/something else. Of course, then boundaries must be placed (fences, walls, even if invisible), rules and laws are then created to govern the land as to who can come and who can go and who can stay and who must leave. In their belief they own the land. Just until someone else wants it, that is.
Maybe the land beneath the seas far from shore (outland waters, because I think all inland ones and just off the coasts still belong to one country or another) is still ‘unowned’. And maybe there are a few undiscovered islands, but I have my doubts. There can always be new, volcanically created ones popping up here and there eventually, I suppose. Guess they’re free until someone/something takes possession of them, too.
Of course, as the ice-caps melt from global warming or simply due to earth's own evolution, there will be even less and less land.
Maybe. Maybe not.
But for now, we are all stuck here by graviteheheheheheh..tee until our switch is turned off....then we get to float above it all, boundless and unbound....(Clause- gravity, not to be confused with gravitas. But the end is most definitely grave.)
Mindless Meandering #2- I have cousins who are half Jewish, half Gentilian <(not to be confused with 'reptilian' in any way, shape[shifting], or form) Christians. Easter must be quite conflicting for them.
When I asked them their thoughts on this, they merely shrugged.
Mindless Meandering #3- Follow-up on gravity...*ahem* Without gravity, we would not fall down. Ever.
Opinion #....well, there is no 'opinions' actually listed in the title, so this is a random, drive-by posting- It is of my opinion, that perhaps some opinions, are the cause wars.
Opinions may, in fact, be better off being kept to oneself.
But I pay no heed to my own opinions!
And neither does Phyllis. She is even worse than me!
After all, she is the brains, I am merely the comedy relief!
(Phyllis Pharaday is/was my virtual partner as a theoretical ventriloquist act at Welcome to Steampunk. She was, theoretically, a theoretical physicist.)
Frustration #new- I added this to the subject list. I have a lot of them. Frustrations. Too many to list, plus some involve certain people who frustrate me (you 'know' who you are if you are reading this, and if you aren't then you don't 'know') but this is not about people, this is about things. Presently it is about why can I not play the banjo well!?! I practice until my fingers are sore. I play it better than the violin at least (which, when I ‘play’ [and I use the word loosely] makes all living things within range, cringe. Even plants.), but not as good as the guitar. Maybe it is because I do not understand the string theory so well? Since they are all stringed. Maybe when I figure it all out, I will be in command of ALL stringed instruments! Of all string everywhere, for that matter. Even those pesky ones that you pull and then things come undone.
I need to concentrate more upon this. :)
(Very) Serious Thought/Mindless Meandering #s3 inclusive- An addendum to gravity.
Gravity makes us cling to the earth. If not, we would float
up into the atmosphere and suffocate, then probably implode
or something just as nasty.
Therefore, ‘clingy' can be a good thing.
Even in people. Maybe some feel if they do not cling,
they will float too far away and suffocate.
Metaphorically speaking.
Maybe clinging keeps them grounded .
Metaphorically speaking.
Mindless Meandering...or somethng...not sure of it's catagory....maybe I need to create a 'bat crap crazy' one... #4- Seek and you shall find (and not the indian kind. That is spelled differently
but sounds the same. I think. Maybe Sikhs do seek. Who knows.)
I have suspected some things, and have been wrong, wrong, wrong. A trilogy of wrongness. (Intuition doesn’t always work. For that matter, how do we ever know what we perceive is real? The mind plays tricks on us. Why does it do that? Is it for protection? Or just f**king with us? Maybe, our entire bodies are not really ours, just vessels, including our brain, and it is our energy that is sentient but not always in control? A symbiote. The energy that is our souls. Trapped, gaoled (like Australia was before) and just using these flesh sacks to become mobile prisons. I’ve often wondered that. )
Anyway.
I have suspected some things and have been right (notice I only said ‘right’ once because I have been wrong more often than not, so the trilogy above.)
I think I’ve grown tired of suspecting, though.
And seeking.
At least I think this is my sentient self speaking and not the
brain just trying to perform it’s quiet,
‘behind the scenes’ job in protecting it’s temporary owner from something....
Most Serious Final Thought #*insert symbol for infinity*- I’d rather be a Vulcan. Or a droid. Or any other creature not of the sentient sapien-form....anything else other than human. Then I would not love. I would not fear endings of any sort. I would not fear most things. Everything would either be logical and make perfect sense, or I would be oblivious.
Oblivion sounds awfully good. Awful and good at the same time.
I would never give in to tears, because I wouldn't have them. My heart would be impenetrable, unbreakable...
The Okay, So That Was Not the Most Serious Final Thought #Next- This is just sooooo mind numbing and the reason I wish I were a lot smarter...and didn't let my imagination run rampant at the thought of "The dark world might even be as diverse and interesting as the visible world." although there was no mention of the sinister deadly part....
http://www.space.com/21508-dark-matter-atoms-disks.html?cmpid=527257
From now on, whatever goes wrong in my life, whatever mistakes I may make I am going to blame it on (the invisible) DARK MATTER, no matter what!
Mindless Meandering #5- Wouldn't it be nice if you could rewind your life? To replay a certain event or happy moment (sure you can do so in your head as a memory, but I mean for real.)
Of course, that would just be trying to resurrect the past. Clinging to moments that are dead and gone. Zombifiying a lost happiness, and it is a well known fact zombifying anything never turns out good.
This makes me think about destiny. Is everything predestined or do we create it. Is the future a blank slate or is it already there just waiting for us to catch up to it. If so, do you get an eraser, can you edit the future?
If time travel were a possibility, if you were able to alter the past, would you also be altering the future? If you could travel back, wouldn't that mean there is a future already there? At least your future. But, are certain things predestined and cannot be changed no matter what you do?
I guess we assume the future is always there cause it is later, tomorrow, next year and so on. But, is it guaranteed to be there? Not on an individual basis, because it may not be there for someone personally, say, if they died.
Anyway, there are things I would change in my past if I could, but only if I knew what the outcome would be if those changes were made, because there are things I would not want to change as well. If you alter one you may alter the other. Guess I am not a gambler. I want to know the odds....but at the same time my curiosity kicks in, which is a difficult thing for me to control. It would be interesting to find out.
It is all speculation, though. Ifs. If the dog hadn't stopped to poop he would have caught the rabbit.<(my gramps saying.) Choices we made, bad or good, are our past. Choices are all we have. Choices we make today may affect our future. But, not if it is already there????
Mindless Meandering #3,260,000,000 (yes, I have a lot of them, too many to post and some are just way too embarrassingly inane)- If cremation (as opposed to creamation, which would be ending in a blender rather than flame) is made mandatary, there will be less
fear of any walking dead.
Perhaps, maybe, fear of dust in the wind dead (as in the ashes to ashes, stuff to dust), which would not be good to inhale, I suppose, because it may or may not cause zombyism....zombism....turning zombie. Zombifiedism.
But I’m not sure. About a lot of things.
Guess, since 99% of the people of Japan are cremated, it would be a safe place to go in case of a zombie outbreak. Depending on the type of zombie, of course.
Although, there is (especially with the radiation) a greater chance of Kaiju.
Maybe the Kaiju can fight the zombies....<*picturing this in my head*
Mindless Meandering #3,260,000,000 addendumb- It was not nice to say that about the radiation problems in Japan since the tsunami. IMHO they are a brave and noble people...and attractive, as well. Very intelligent and extremely creative (if a little uber over-the-top in strangeness.)
I like them very much.
Personal Observation #who cares, it’s not part of the blog title- My stomach has been making noise all morning. Sorta like the sound the Predator made. I know it is trying to tell me something, but I don’t speak Gastroese.
Maybe it’s really a symbiote and not my stomach at all!!!!! :o
Just so it’s not a chestburster who relocated....
Scents #1- burnt coffee smells like skunk stink.
Observation #1- If you put your hands over your ears (to block sound, or you could play some favourite piece of music) and blink your eyes really fast, the world looks like an old fashioned silent movie (except for the colour of course.)
Observation #2- the taste of a penny is reminiscent of the taste of losing a tooth.
Probably because the copper/metallic tastes like blood.
Have you tasted any change lately?
I suggest, if you do, you wash it first as coins, well money in general, is very unsanitary.
And please do not ask what possessed me to taste a penny.
I will eventually add more. Eventurally<(that is sort of like Eventually + Adventure=Eventurally or maybe it should be Adventurally...yep, that sounds better). Maybe. And maybe not.
Observation #3- Actually just a personal thought, not an actual observation. Well, I guess it is an observation formed from my thoughts-
Maybe the brightness of active black holes in space are caused by the final screams of what it is consuming, only to be spat (or poohed) back out elsewhere to be reborn as something new in the universe?
Observation #4- I saw on boingboing where someone feels we should name ‘the moon'.
They cited, which makes sense, that other planet's moons have actual names.
I mean, it is descriptive of what it is, A moon. M-O-O-N (if you saw ‘The Stand' by Stephen King you'll understand.)
Can you imagine, if there is life out there in the universe that knows of us, what
they may think? "Huh, look at those Earthlings, they name everything else, then just call their moon, moon. How creative."
Actually, when I first read of it, I did not think of it in that way.
I didn't think of it straight off, and thought, well, let's just rename the Earth too and call it
something like Bob.
Then we would all be Boblings......until it sunk in.
After the realization that it is indeed unnamed, I thought perhaps they were going to name it Neil in honour of the firstman to set foot on it.
Of course, that would change the lyrics to a lot of songs. Think about it.
I guess, calling it ‘moon' is the same as calling your pet cat ‘cat' or your child ‘boy' or ‘girl'.
So, maybe it does need a name. Poor, sad man in the moon. We could just call it Roquefort or some type of cheese, probably something with holes would be better.
Anyway, that is hmy second observational deep thought for the day.
Deep Thought #1- I have struggled with trying to intertwine religion with science. Trying to join the two in a belief I can accept. A man with a long white beard just doesn't make sense. Maybe, what humans consider the creator exists beyond the universe? Maybe 'it', 'God' or whatever one wishes to call it, is what the universe is expanding into, or maybe the universe is actually 'it's internal organs/system and is even larger and more vast than we can ever imagine? Then everything absolute would be a part of 'it', as well as it being a part of us...of everything. Perhaps 'it' is the sentient energy, energy that is within us all that can never be destroyed, the Spiritus Mundi, if you will, that connects us all, connects everything. This, to me, is something I can believe in, my connection to the universe and to all things. That I am made of the same basic stuff as everything else, not only that which is flesh and blood, but of the earth, the sea, the universe....and perhaps even beyond. Now I need a cup of tea, which I feel particularly connected to and will become a part of me in it's sacrifice of being drunk (drank? drinked? what ever!) Felt the need to lighten the moment :-)
Alternative Deep Thought(s) #?-
How do we know this is not all a dream?
Or some scientist's or alien's simulation?
Maybe we are programmed to think we are in control?
How do we actually know we are real?
All we can do is accept that we are because we just don't know.
We could be merely a recorded time capsule, like it all has happened
already, and is just on replay?
Or we're part of a video game like The Sims.
Or merely a computer's idea of ‘human' civilization, within itself.
Or in a giant holodeck and are someone else's creation.
A fragment of someone's imagination.
Maybe kind of like Schrodinger's cat, sort of, only it is the universe
inside the box.
I guess it all doesn't really matter, which would make it anti matter, because we are what we think we are.
For now, at least.
Alternative Deep Thought #?a-
Maybe we don't die. Maybe we are just deleted.
Same difference, really.
Alternative Not So Deep Thought #1-
Maybe we are all just separate reality shows on some future's ubermodern (or, perhaps what we consider 'alien's' [and by that I do not mean like (illegal or not) Mexicans etc., who, might I add, have a very rich culture and I like their Day of the Dead stuff]) television screen.
Alternative Deep Thought #?b- (Addendum to Observation #4...I know, it gets complicated. Such is life. And Space. Sort of. At least to me.)
I have read now, that anything being sucked into a black hole is crushed when it reaches the center. Or torn to shreds, or something like that. Let's just say, something very unpleasant happens. Or so I've read.
I think Stephen Hawking (whom I only recently found out is British. Can't they make a computerized voice that sounds British? Anyway,) said the universe began, the 'big bang' (not the television show), was a black hole or something. Before, there was nothing there. I cannot wrap my brain around that.
A black hole was created out of nothingness, IN nothing? Then what, it vomited up the universe? God's innards? What? I don't understand. I like reading about this, but when I get to the equation business I think 'oh, look at the pretty numbers, like abstract art' then my brain freezes up.
I guess I have more in common with Penny, although I am interested in trying to understand this stuff.
Alternative Deep Thought #?b1 Addendum- Okay, it all has to do with Gravity (not to be mistaken for 'gravitas', at least I don't think so), Singularities (both naked, and not naked I guess) and other stuff. I read through it all once, then again, and again. Sometimes only words like 'under which' 'can form' 'must have started' are the only parts I understand *sigh*.
So, here is the thing- "While working out the conditions under which the superdense hearts of black holes can form (I actually know some people with superdense hearts, but that is more like 'oh you are so super dense and so is your heart'), Hawking realized that our Universe must have started out in a similar state."
As I read on incomprehensibly, I will share more.
Not So Deep Self-Observational Thought #1 (actually perhaps #2 would be more appropriate, but I digress)- I've made a discovery about myself!
How, like the spacetime singularity that could exist at the center of a black hole (in space, obviously), I am also at a point of infinite density....at least as far as my understanding of physics and such are concerned (and not the of cathartical type, I understand that, duh! The other should be so easy to comprehend.)
Actually, I am quite infinitely dense on many things, but that does not stop me from trying to understand...and it never will.
My Most Sincerest Deep Thought #1nfinity (and yes I meant the '1' because there will be more)- I want to believe that our soul/energy, whatever it is that makes us, who we are, never dies.
Is reincarnated, moves on throughout time.
I think, this is why you might meet someone whom you immediately like or dislike,
without really knowing why. You just have this inner feeling, a sense of them.
Maybe you knew them in a past life. They could have been your mother, father, brother,
sister, husband, wife, lover, friend, enemy.
Your family may have had some connection to their's.
Is it merely an imprint on ones genes, or is it something else?
There are new souls and old ones.
Maybe a part of our soul/energy splits away, and becomes a new soul, that of our children.
I am still working this out...
Abstract Thought #Z% (how abstract is that?)- If the future is already there, and we just haven't reached that point yet, maybe that explains Déjà vu? For instance, and I mentioned this before but probably deleted it, have you ever been someplace or had a conversation, and it is all familiar to you, even though you have never been at that place before, nor had the conversation previously? You just knew it.
Could this be kind of like having had a glance at the future beforehand? A premonition? Your future, bleeding through to the present? Is it a place you visited/conversation you had, in another lifetime? Is it some genetic ancestral memory simply imprinted on your being?
Or is it, like some scientists have said, our brain knowing seconds before we are consciously aware, of what we are about to do? Like recognition of the place/conversation those few seconds before actually being there or hearing it?
Kind of strange that our brains would/could do that. So are we controlling our brain (subconsciously), or is our brain controlling us? It is always working silently in the background, processing, making sure everything is working properly to keep us alive without us even thinking about it. Sort of like a symbiote.
Just a thought.
Minor Observation #who cares- I watched the movie ‘Frankenstein', this version starring Kenneth Branagh as Victor Frankenstein and Robert De Niro as his creation.
I have always felt sorrow for the creature, because like a child, he did not ask to be given life, as he did not ask to be repulsive to others. I think De Niro portrayed the role quite well, and believably.
What I have always found curious is why the Doctor did not simply reanimate a complete newly deceased corpse, why the necessity of sewing together parts?
The creatures final dialogue with Captain Robert Walton at the death of Victor Frankenstein-
"And do you dream?" said the daemon. "Do you think that I was then dead to agony and remorse? He," he continued, pointing to the corpse, "he suffered not in the consummation of the deed. Oh! Not the ten-thousandth portion of the anguish that was mine during the lingering detail of its execution. A frightful selfishness hurried me on, while my heart was poisoned with remorse. Think you that the groans of Clerval were music to my ears? My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
"After the murder of Clerval I returned to Switzerland, heart-broken and overcome. I pitied Frankenstein; my pity amounted to horror; I abhorred myself. But when I discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness, that while he accumulated wretchedness and despair upon me he sought his own enjoyment in feelings and passions from the indulgence of which I was forever barred, then impotent envy and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance. I recollected my threat and resolved that it should be accomplished. I knew that I was preparing for myself a deadly torture, but I was the slave, not the master, of an impulse which I detested yet could not disobey. Yet when she died! Nay, then I was not miserable. I had cast off all feeling, subdued all anguish, to riot in the excess of my despair. Evil thenceforth became my good. Urged thus far, I had no choice but to adapt my nature to an element which I had willingly chosen. The completion of my demoniacal design became an insatiable passion. And now it is ended; there is my last victim!"
I was at first touched by the expressions of his misery; yet, when I called to mind what Frankenstein had said of his powers of eloquence and persuasion, and when I again cast my eyes on the lifeless form of my friend, indignation was rekindled within me. "Wretch!" I said. "It is well that you come here to whine over the desolation that you have made. You throw a torch into a pile of buildings, and when they are consumed, you sit among the ruins and lament the fall. Hypocritical fiend! If he whom you mourn still lived, still would he be the object, again would he become the prey, of your accursed vengeance. It is not pity that you feel; you lament only because the victim of your malignity is withdrawn from your power."
"Oh, it is not thus—not thus," interrupted the being. "Yet such must be the impression conveyed to you by what appears to be the purport of my actions. Yet I seek not a fellow feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy? I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure; when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory. Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
"You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes. But in the detail which he gave you of them he could not sum up the hours and months of misery which I endured wasting in impotent passions. For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were forever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this? Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me? Why do you not hate Felix, who drove his friend from his door with contumely? Why do you not execrate the rustic who sought to destroy the saviour of his child? Nay, these are virtuous and immaculate beings! I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on. Even now my blood boils at the recollection of this injustice.
"But it is true that I am a wretch. I have murdered the lovely and the helpless; I have strangled the innocent as they slept and grasped to death his throat who never injured me or any other living thing. I have devoted my creator, the select specimen of all that is worthy of love and admiration among men, to misery; I have pursued him even to that irremediable ruin.
"There he lies, white and cold in death. You hate me, but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself. I look on the hands which executed the deed; I think on the heart in which the imagination of it was conceived and long for the moment when these hands will meet my eyes, when that imagination will haunt my thoughts no more.
"Fear not that I shall be the instrument of future mischief. My work is nearly complete. Neither yours nor any man's death is needed to consummate the series of my being and accomplish that which must be done, but it requires my own. Do not think that I shall be slow to perform this sacrifice. I shall quit your vessel on the ice raft which brought me thither and shall seek the most northern extremity of the globe; I shall collect my funeral pile and consume to ashes this miserable frame, that its remains may afford no light to any curious and unhallowed wretch who would create such another as I have been. I shall die. I shall no longer feel the agonies which now consume me or be the prey of feelings unsatisfied, yet unquenched. He is dead who called me into being; and when I shall be no more, the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. I shall no longer see the sun or stars or feel the winds play on my cheeks.
"Light, feeling, and sense will pass away; and in this condition must I find my happiness. Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation. Polluted by crimes and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?
"Farewell! I leave you, and in you the last of humankind whom these eyes will ever behold. Farewell, Frankenstein! If thou wert yet alive and yet cherished a desire of revenge against me, it would be better satiated in my life than in my destruction. But it was not so; thou didst seek my extinction, that I might not cause greater wretchedness; and if yet, in some mode to me, thou hadst not ceased to think and feel, thou wouldst not desire against me a vengeance greater than that which I feel. Blasted as thou wert, my agony was still superior to thine, for the bitter sting of remorse will not cease to rankle in my wounds until death shall close them forever.
"But soon," he cried with sad and solemn enthusiasm, "I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace, or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell."
He sprang from the cabin window as he said this, upon the ice raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance."
Thought # Zzzz? while lying awake, unable to sleep. Actually, that is when my mind works best-
I believe, or at least want to believe (*questions have been posed to me that shake my beliefs), not all is mere coincidence.
That we have a connection to everything, to the uber all, in some way, shape or form. To not only one another, I to you, you to me, but to every living thing, as well as that which is no longer, or never has, ‘lived'.
A connection to earth itself and on into the universe.
I cannot say of what lies beyond because it is hidden from us. Perhaps it is the final connection.
I don't know.
Thought #Zzzz?A (which takes us back to the beginning. Sort of :-)- If one believes in
reincarnation, as I would like to (see *above), then the preservation of the planet is a necessity not only for future generations, but for our own return.
Feelings #1- I like hugs. And embraces. Not the anaconda's type of hug/embrace. Or bear hugs/embraces for that matter, because if a bear really did hug you, you would probably end up dead.
Or maimed for life.
An anaconda's would just suffocate and crush you.
No, I like the warm, comforting type of hug. A friendly hug.
Embraces, on the other hand, are more for someone you love
very deeply.
Of course, that embrace in time could end up like an anaconda's or a bear's, but you would be dead or maimed or suffocated and crushed on the inside.
Kisses are germ carrying, at least when there is an exchange of saliva.
Bodily fluid mingling of any sort should be with someone you truly love.
I mean, if you exchange fluids, then you should be able to exchange your deepest thoughts, correct?
Anyway, I like hugs.
I even used to hug my cat, Sweetums. She never really liked hugs though. She was a dear little soul even so and persevered me. She has gone to cat heaven :-(
I think I need a hug right now...
Thought Concerning Feelings #Yes- I used to believe everyone was the same, well, I still believe we are as far as feelings/emotions go, it is just which feelings/emotions we allow to take precedence over the others. Like if we let anger, greed, selfishness, hatred and all the negative hurtful ones, override the good and positive ones like caring, kindness, thoughtfulness, love and so forth. (I know, I know, sounds nauseatingly optimistic, sort of, but not really and anyway, it is my nauseatingly trying to be optimistic thought, and I can think whatever I please and so can you and the beauty is, no one can ever stop you from it. That would actually be another thought, I think, the thought that no one can stop you from thinking thoughts, only possibly stop you from sharing them in some way [i.e. holding their ears, not reading them, overall banning of sharing them in any way, etc. but they still can't stop you from thinking them.)
Hypothetical Thought #....- if a person was to know their future completely, all that was destined to occur in their life and they were unable to change any of it, would that make their life boring? To always know what was going to happen next?
Dependant on what their future held, would it keep them in dread and fear or would they accept it and make the most out of every day given (like one should, good or bad evenso)? On the opposite side, would they eagerly anticipate the good things, or would it spoil the surprise?
Just a passing thought.
Truism Plus My Added ¢ Worth #I do not get along well with numbers- "Never judge a book by it's cover".....or a product by it's packaging. It's what's inside that counts. It's content.
Something I do not always heed. I mean, everyone can be impressed by a beautifully designed package, but does the product itself live up to it's look or claims?
Maybe it does, and maybe it doesn't. Do you take a chance with it anyway? You might be surprised that it actually is a wonderful product both outside and in, or you might be totally disappointed because what's inside is not as beautiful, and is, in fact, the complete opposite. Let alone not living up to it's claim.
Regret- a learning tool. A lesson.
But it all depends on if you are a good student, or not.
For instance, I have always been bad at math. Really, really bad.
Mostly because one and one does not always add up to two. Sometimes they add up to one, and sometimes they don't add up at all and remain single digits.
Addition is not so bad, most of my problems are with division.
Observation (and sort of a complaint) #5- I do not like the taste of wooden sticks. Like what some/most yogurt/fruit/ice cream bars are on. You savour the yumminess of the bar itself, then, when you get to the wooden stick and lick off the remaining goodness, all you are left with tasting is the stick. And it tastes rather yucky. And you could, theoretically, get splinters on your tongue. That would be very painful, I should imagine. Why do the manufacturers do that? Save a tree and use something else, environmentally friendly, of course, and that doesn't leave a residual unpleasant taste. Maybe make it a further treat, like on a candy stick or cane! Yeah! Updated thought- Pretzel Sticks!!!! Frozen yogurt or ice cream bars on pretzel sticks (maybe even chocolate covered pretzel sticks!)!! Fruit/Sorbet bars on complimentary flavoured fruit candy sticks! No more taste of wooden sticks, tree saved, only waste is the wrapper!
Curious Thoughts # I can't be bothered with these #s anymore- I subscribe to ‘The Last Word on Nothing' and today they had an article on what I assume to be a rare condition, where people feel one or more of their body parts (generally limbs) do not belong to them. It is referred to as BIID (body integrity identity disorder). This is not only tragic, and rather horrifying for the persons themselves, but for people who really have had to have amputations due to accidents, disease etc. It cited one person as saying they did not feel their soul extended into one of their legs.
Obviously it is a psychological disorder. Here is an excerpt from the article-
"Neuroscience has shown us over the past decade or so that this sense of ownership over our body parts is strangely malleable, even among normal healthy people. In 1998, cognitive scientists at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh performed a deceptively simple experiment. They sat subjects down at a table with their left hands resting on a table. A screen prevented the subjects from seeing their hands: instead, a rubber hand was placed in front of the screen. The researchers then used two small paint brushes to stroke both the real hand and the rubber hand at the same time. When questioned later, the subjects said that they eventually felt the brush not on their real hand, but on the rubber hand. More significantly, many said they felt as if the rubber hand was their own.
The rubber-hand illusion illustrates how the way we experience our body parts is a dynamic process, one that involves constant integration of various senses. And if we can feel as if we own something as inanimate as a rubber hand, can we own something that doesn't exist? Seemingly, yes. Patients who have lost a limb can sometimes sense its presence, often immediately after surgery and at times even years after the amputation - so-called "phantom limbs"."
My gramps had fingers missing due to an accident with a table/band (whatever they are called) saw, and he would say, when it was cold, he could feel it even in his missing fingers, and that sometimes they would itch. I thought maybe it was because his brain did not acknowledge the digits were missing.
Anyway, what interested me about this entire article is, just how much can we trust our own brains?
How do we even know what we see and hear is being processed correctly? IS actually what we are seeing/hearing? Not only that, how do we know it is preforming it's duties (no, I will not snicker, this is serious stuff) as it should, other than when illness of some type alerts our conscious self of it?
I am not even going to bring in anything about past lives, or genetic ancestral memories playing a part in it, just our brains alone, it's thought patterns, abilities, what it allows, what it does on it's own, etc. is one of the most amazing things ever. It really is like some symbiotic thing. Sort of.
Recent Personal Observation On Taste #today- Starbucks Green Tea Latte sort of tastes like how I imagine Lancaster county (Pa.) with it's cows and green-ness would taste.....Kinda by how it smells there....in summer....green with cows....
Observation #6- It's a darn shame how most living things, both plant and animal (their flesh, seed, ebryos etc.) have to be so tasty...
Sad Thought #sad- :-(
Maybe what separates us from other species
is that we have learned to hurt one another so well.
Not only physically,
which some do quite skillfully,
no, it is the hurt that cuts one's soul.
A Short Observational Story (sort of) #No.-
The domesticated cat walks the interior of her domain. She knows nothing of the world outside. She peers out the window as if it were a television screen. Therefore, nothing truly existed for her beyond her boundaries. She was content, until one day she ventured out when the door was left ajar. Frightened by the vastness of the unknown, she ran back inside to the safety of all she had ever known. It changed her, though.
Somewhere, deep within her now, was a yearning she could not define and it haunted her from that moment forward.
The lioness at the zoo grieved as she paced her cell, dreaming of the land she once roamed free.
Or thought she did. Was it a memory or an ancestral dream? She paused a moment in thought, then continued pacing her boundaries. It was all she had.
One, content to dream. The other, dreams to remain content.
Observation #last- Wishing on aeroplanes at night, mistaking them for stars, is not recognized as a grantable wish. Even if you had something in your eye and had to remove your contact lenses, so therefore could not distinguish a difference. Sparkly things in the sky at night pretty much look alike. If you are near-sighted. Except the moon. I wonder, if you wish on the Sun, since it is an uberStar, would your wish then be granted?
The Following Are Added Complaints, Whatnots, Mindless Meanderings and Frustrations...
Serious Thought #1- Life is really like a congested one-way highway, from which you can never turn back.
It is not a free-way. There are tolls one must pay, metaphorically speaking.
Yeah, there are off ramps to different temporary places, events, rest stops.
Everyone's rushing to one destination or another.
But every street/boulevard/road/pike/route/thoroughfare/byway etc. eventually leads back to the main, for which there is only one true exit.
Hopefully it does not lead to a complete dead end.
Complaint #1 (sort of)- I don’t know if a neighbor is burning incense along with wood in their fireplace/wood burning stove, but it sure smells like it, and it permeates into the house.
It is not necessarily a totally unpleasant smell, but it is not a pleasant one either.
I just like the smell of wood burning. And the burning of leaves in the fall. Dunno why. Maybe I was an arsonist in a past life.
Maybe just an arse. Dunno. Could’ve been. Maybe now, too. Even your best friends won’t tell you. Well, some will. And enemies are always willing to point it out. So do other arses. Takes one, to know one, as they (whoever ‘they’ are) say. I’ve always wondered about ‘them’. Maybe ‘they’ are the Illuminati.
Anyway, I probably like the smell of wood burning because I like camping.
But only the kind of camping where there are no serial killers in the woods. Or scary, inbred, hillbillies (no offense to regular hillbillies. I rather like them, and their music.)
Crystal Lake is in NJ. I live in NJ (when I am not inside my head). We also have a Haddonfield, with an Elm Street. As well as a township called Voorhees.
What does that tell you? Well, I’m gonna tell ya' anyway. Make sure you camp outside the state.
Complaint #2 (yeah, who doesn't like to complain about something, politics, the weather, someone else, etc.)-
Anyway, Spring has sprung, and so has season allergies....what, do my sinuses react on cue? Yes, they do! Stuffy nose, watery eyes and nothing major is really blooming yet! Maybe it is just a cold. They've been going around and seems hardly no one knows to cover their mouths when they sneeze anymore! Explosive germ warfare, I think. Yep, that was two, count 'em, two complaints right in a row! That is enough for today. I'm going to go have a nice steamy cup of tea, open up those nasal passages in an enjoyable way. If not, it will be Neti pot time. It's really interesting how the saline water goes in one nostril and comes out the other. You just have to remember to breath through your mouth. Unless you like to choke and sputter a lot.
And, here is a short poem, presented to you in keeping with the season, that a friend of mine from NY used to recite-
"Spring is sprung, the grass is rizzed,
I wonda’s where da boidies is?
Da boid is on da wing,
no, dat’s absoid, da wing is on da boid!"
(No offense meant [for I have lived there] to any New Yawkas, and, if so, take the rod out.)
Whatnots #1 (this, as in, what nots to do)- Share my thoughts and feelings.
Basically, if you don’t open your mouth, you won’t put your foot in it.
Whatnots #2 (still as in what nots to do)- Tell the truth.
Because you won’t be believed anyway.
It will only be thought of as scheiße
or, that you are ‘fledermaus scheiße verrückt’.
I guess that’s like having non-terminal rabies,
which one could contract from inhaling/playing in/definitely licking, guano I guess.
(Not so) Serious Thought #2 (well, it is sort of serious, hopefully in a non-offensive way if you remember to remove the rod first before reading :)- No lamb this year for Easter <(not serious at all...). Too expensive, so it will be the proverbial Easter Ham <(...or this.)
I feel sorry for Jewish people. If they had acknowledge Jesus as the Messiah, they could be eating pork products too<(a little more serious, but it all goes down hill from here on...)>
When thinking about it, Jesus being metaphorically a sacrificial lamb, eating lamb would be somewhat like the eucharist/sacrament, sort of symbolically cannibalistic. But then, so would ham (which is pink pork) if you consider the word ‘long pig’. The other white meat. ‘Nuf said about this.
Mindless Meandering #1 (past & present, from a senseless wandering mind)- 'It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring'....he really needs to see a specialist as he may have sleep apnea.
At times the rain relaxes me, the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. At other times it just depresses. Today's rain is a depressing one, and when stuck inside makes me contemplative (being inside, I look into myself. I study, me.)
I wonder why people put so much stock in certain things. For instance, why a person's religious beliefs should be so important to anyone other than they themselves (I consider religion a personal communion, but then again, I was never big on large group followings.) What one believes spiritually, or does not believe, should be of concern to no one other than themselves. Why people feel the need to group together in beliefs is beyond me, and to criticize another's beliefs is just sanctimonious. Following blindly (and not just in religion), and not rationalizing for oneself, seems constraining although I guess there is something to be said for having faith itself in someone or something.
It is sad that we are so solitary in this world, packed inside these organic shells, trying to communicate with things as misleading as words. It is so hard to explain ones feelings. So many opportunities pass us by because of it.
It's raining, it's pouring...
Nasty weather. Bleak. Gray.
I wish it would just go away.
Though April showers may come your way,
They bring the flowers that bloom in May
and hay fever.
March comes in like a lion
and goes out like a lamb....
(I thought they were supposed to lie down
together?
Maybe just until before the slaughter....)
March the winds gust
when storms approach,
and I've lost trust....
in myself.
My once broken foot aches when it rains.
Bone pains.
Every nerve in my body is on alert
for I always fear oncoming storms.
I think I hear the rumble of distant thunder
approaching,
or was it just an aeroplane?
My grandfather would say ‘there is nothing to fear,
for it is only dwarves
playing ten pins up in the mountains,
and when they make a strike it causes thunder,
lightning'.
So it would not be frightening.
Those storms of childhood.
There are all types of storms,
Not all are weather brought....
(Very) Serious Thought #3- Graviteheheheheheh...teee....it goes through my head like that now ever since hearing the Gorillaz Sound Check.
Gravity, sooner or later, adheres us all somewhere on the planet. Even though, every piece of the earth is owned by someone or something. A country, a state, an individual. Or at least they think they own it because they either paid for it or took/won (as in war) it from someone/something else. Of course, then boundaries must be placed (fences, walls, even if invisible), rules and laws are then created to govern the land as to who can come and who can go and who can stay and who must leave. In their belief they own the land. Just until someone else wants it, that is.
Maybe the land beneath the seas far from shore (outland waters, because I think all inland ones and just off the coasts still belong to one country or another) is still ‘unowned’. And maybe there are a few undiscovered islands, but I have my doubts. There can always be new, volcanically created ones popping up here and there eventually, I suppose. Guess they’re free until someone/something takes possession of them, too.
Of course, as the ice-caps melt from global warming or simply due to earth's own evolution, there will be even less and less land.
Maybe. Maybe not.
But for now, we are all stuck here by graviteheheheheheh..tee until our switch is turned off....then we get to float above it all, boundless and unbound....(Clause- gravity, not to be confused with gravitas. But the end is most definitely grave.)
Mindless Meandering #2- I have cousins who are half Jewish, half Gentilian <(not to be confused with 'reptilian' in any way, shape[shifting], or form) Christians. Easter must be quite conflicting for them.
When I asked them their thoughts on this, they merely shrugged.
Mindless Meandering #3- Follow-up on gravity...*ahem* Without gravity, we would not fall down. Ever.
Opinion #....well, there is no 'opinions' actually listed in the title, so this is a random, drive-by posting- It is of my opinion, that perhaps some opinions, are the cause wars.
Opinions may, in fact, be better off being kept to oneself.
But I pay no heed to my own opinions!
And neither does Phyllis. She is even worse than me!
After all, she is the brains, I am merely the comedy relief!
(Phyllis Pharaday is/was my virtual partner as a theoretical ventriloquist act at Welcome to Steampunk. She was, theoretically, a theoretical physicist.)
Frustration #new- I added this to the subject list. I have a lot of them. Frustrations. Too many to list, plus some involve certain people who frustrate me (you 'know' who you are if you are reading this, and if you aren't then you don't 'know') but this is not about people, this is about things. Presently it is about why can I not play the banjo well!?! I practice until my fingers are sore. I play it better than the violin at least (which, when I ‘play’ [and I use the word loosely] makes all living things within range, cringe. Even plants.), but not as good as the guitar. Maybe it is because I do not understand the string theory so well? Since they are all stringed. Maybe when I figure it all out, I will be in command of ALL stringed instruments! Of all string everywhere, for that matter. Even those pesky ones that you pull and then things come undone.
I need to concentrate more upon this. :)
(Very) Serious Thought/Mindless Meandering #s3 inclusive- An addendum to gravity.
Gravity makes us cling to the earth. If not, we would float
up into the atmosphere and suffocate, then probably implode
or something just as nasty.
Therefore, ‘clingy' can be a good thing.
Even in people. Maybe some feel if they do not cling,
they will float too far away and suffocate.
Metaphorically speaking.
Maybe clinging keeps them grounded .
Metaphorically speaking.
Mindless Meandering...or somethng...not sure of it's catagory....maybe I need to create a 'bat crap crazy' one... #4- Seek and you shall find (and not the indian kind. That is spelled differently
but sounds the same. I think. Maybe Sikhs do seek. Who knows.)
I have suspected some things, and have been wrong, wrong, wrong. A trilogy of wrongness. (Intuition doesn’t always work. For that matter, how do we ever know what we perceive is real? The mind plays tricks on us. Why does it do that? Is it for protection? Or just f**king with us? Maybe, our entire bodies are not really ours, just vessels, including our brain, and it is our energy that is sentient but not always in control? A symbiote. The energy that is our souls. Trapped, gaoled (like Australia was before) and just using these flesh sacks to become mobile prisons. I’ve often wondered that. )
Anyway.
I have suspected some things and have been right (notice I only said ‘right’ once because I have been wrong more often than not, so the trilogy above.)
I think I’ve grown tired of suspecting, though.
And seeking.
At least I think this is my sentient self speaking and not the
brain just trying to perform it’s quiet,
‘behind the scenes’ job in protecting it’s temporary owner from something....
Most Serious Final Thought #*insert symbol for infinity*- I’d rather be a Vulcan. Or a droid. Or any other creature not of the sentient sapien-form....anything else other than human. Then I would not love. I would not fear endings of any sort. I would not fear most things. Everything would either be logical and make perfect sense, or I would be oblivious.
Oblivion sounds awfully good. Awful and good at the same time.
I would never give in to tears, because I wouldn't have them. My heart would be impenetrable, unbreakable...
The Okay, So That Was Not the Most Serious Final Thought #Next- This is just sooooo mind numbing and the reason I wish I were a lot smarter...and didn't let my imagination run rampant at the thought of "The dark world might even be as diverse and interesting as the visible world." although there was no mention of the sinister deadly part....
http://www.space.com/21508-dark-matter-atoms-disks.html?cmpid=527257
From now on, whatever goes wrong in my life, whatever mistakes I may make I am going to blame it on (the invisible) DARK MATTER, no matter what!
Mindless Meandering #5- Wouldn't it be nice if you could rewind your life? To replay a certain event or happy moment (sure you can do so in your head as a memory, but I mean for real.)
Of course, that would just be trying to resurrect the past. Clinging to moments that are dead and gone. Zombifiying a lost happiness, and it is a well known fact zombifying anything never turns out good.
This makes me think about destiny. Is everything predestined or do we create it. Is the future a blank slate or is it already there just waiting for us to catch up to it. If so, do you get an eraser, can you edit the future?
If time travel were a possibility, if you were able to alter the past, would you also be altering the future? If you could travel back, wouldn't that mean there is a future already there? At least your future. But, are certain things predestined and cannot be changed no matter what you do?
I guess we assume the future is always there cause it is later, tomorrow, next year and so on. But, is it guaranteed to be there? Not on an individual basis, because it may not be there for someone personally, say, if they died.
Anyway, there are things I would change in my past if I could, but only if I knew what the outcome would be if those changes were made, because there are things I would not want to change as well. If you alter one you may alter the other. Guess I am not a gambler. I want to know the odds....but at the same time my curiosity kicks in, which is a difficult thing for me to control. It would be interesting to find out.
It is all speculation, though. Ifs. If the dog hadn't stopped to poop he would have caught the rabbit.<(my gramps saying.) Choices we made, bad or good, are our past. Choices are all we have. Choices we make today may affect our future. But, not if it is already there????
Mindless Meandering #3,260,000,000 (yes, I have a lot of them, too many to post and some are just way too embarrassingly inane)- If cremation (as opposed to creamation, which would be ending in a blender rather than flame) is made mandatary, there will be less
fear of any walking dead.
Perhaps, maybe, fear of dust in the wind dead (as in the ashes to ashes, stuff to dust), which would not be good to inhale, I suppose, because it may or may not cause zombyism....zombism....turning zombie. Zombifiedism.
But I’m not sure. About a lot of things.
Guess, since 99% of the people of Japan are cremated, it would be a safe place to go in case of a zombie outbreak. Depending on the type of zombie, of course.
Although, there is (especially with the radiation) a greater chance of Kaiju.
Maybe the Kaiju can fight the zombies....<*picturing this in my head*
Mindless Meandering #3,260,000,000 addendumb- It was not nice to say that about the radiation problems in Japan since the tsunami. IMHO they are a brave and noble people...and attractive, as well. Very intelligent and extremely creative (if a little uber over-the-top in strangeness.)
I like them very much.
Personal Observation #who cares, it’s not part of the blog title- My stomach has been making noise all morning. Sorta like the sound the Predator made. I know it is trying to tell me something, but I don’t speak Gastroese.
Maybe it’s really a symbiote and not my stomach at all!!!!! :o
Just so it’s not a chestburster who relocated....