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| Personal background |
Perhaps I could tell you about myself or perhaps I can eat the milk out of a monkey's green anal cavity and dance around with fish blood on my face in the wilderness. Then when the towering trees bend over and hide me in their shadows I'll know that my bones are strong and my savagery is on display. Here is where I will let myself hate the authority that looms in root restrained worthlessness.
Perhaps I will smile because I know that flowers are no weaker in their radiant defenseless love. Maybe their frailty is what cries out for worship. What does that tell you about the variable significance of the greek alphabet. In intricate definition it speaks of endless detail, and in random combinations of threes it roars its terrified whimper of helpless numbness. Blinded by vanities fog it fumbles in ignorance.
So the flower sings, and the dark forrest looms; but the birds still "poo tee weet" and the bees still hum. The only question left is what becomes the fruit and sweetens the honey, and what steals the warmth: of all time and all space in an unperceivable unity. Corruption and innocence reflected for a curious mind.
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| Thoughts about SETI and SETI@home |
9You decide! This is where I am, in my room feeling the residual burn of a 14 hour day. I feel my mind sinking to the drone of depressed exhaustion. Yet I am strangly staisfied. The remnants of logic and proofs are dancing catch phrases in the silence. I hear the rythem of all mathematical thought in a caseless pinging.
9The glare of my computer screen refreshing in strobe like nonexistence manhandles the soft touch of my eyes, and I watch my fingers click click click, and then stop. An ebb and flow cycle of imagination. Creating their own image in the abstraction of my words.
9Where are my friends? Away, away from my knowledge and away from here. Congregating in the static of their own religions. Their own self gratification. They must justify the hardships of their week to their exhausted hearts. How else should we accept the sinusoidal monster that is our lives. In the glory of oblivion or the artificial warmth of moral redemtion. I find mine in the truth of numbers. The dancing maze of absolutes. This is where I empty my soul and see the motionsless rain drop, and the never ending moment.
9Peace rides an invisible ray of light that makes the sky so blue you could fly. The swelling of awe overwhelms every thought in your mind and feeling in your body, and then you blink. The harmony of unprompted emotion resonates through my entire soul and I remember love. The only true way to free your mind. No direction no reflection just love, that’s where I find my peace and purpose. Those things that are simply there with no effort, with no consciousness. They are truth to me.
9My fingers still click click click pausing to find that direction with as little effort as possible. They are my thoughts, as though each tap on their tips fires a synapse. They are tired from a million paths, and their pace slows. The final clicks pounded out with more “certainty” and then they are done.
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