So here is a link.

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Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.

Albert Einstein

Maintain your sense of wonder...all is well.

No, it is just the whole “WOW” factor.

Every once in awhile circumstances conspire to give me a little slap on the cheek and say “Wake up and pay attention, girl.”

It is just one of those mindless little things that make me realize that I am living in the most interesting point of human history. (Well, so far, anyway.)

Wake up. Pay attention.

I was just having a little “WOW” moment and wanted to share it.

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Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.

Albert Einstein

Oh yeah, I call those 'insightful epiphanies'. They can really floor ya.

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No, not really. I’ve had those. Usually on a Friday night after half a dozen vodka coolers, LOL.

I am an atheist. Always was, always will be, but it is almost like Dog plunked me in the forehead and said:

“Wake up. Pay attention, Stop tolerating idiots. Embrace the life I gave you. Be who you are supposed to be, Wake up.”

Sorry, it is really hard to explain. It exists on a visceral level and I am not a poet. I am not good at explaining things at that level.

I feel it, I just can’t express it.

I really wish that my Grandpa was still alive. He’d have understood in in an instant. “It is your mind’s reaction to ennui. Appreciate the larger view.”

Or just a “WOW” moment. :o)

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Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.

Albert Einstein

Not all PrimeGrid members wear a golden crown!! That´s a WOW comment worth...
They seem to treat you over there like the queen of hearts!!!
(from the most positive point of view I can think of)
Maybe it is the same procedure as in S@H with the green star: did you donate the project? You don´t need to answer...I´m just wondering.
Have a nice day.Cheers!

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I think we have had so much change, so often, in our lives that we tend to ignore it all. For those a few years before us, it must have been much more noticeable. For me, my moment of insight came in a visit to my grandparents in Saskatchewan back in the late 1960s.

We started the day looking through old photo albums, with shots of my newly married grandparents arriving at their new farm in 1919, in a horse drawn wagon. They also had photos of the sod house that they built that first summer, and lived in until the wood frame house was finished.

We ended the day in their seniors apartment, watching live TV shots of men walking on the moon.

Makes the jump from Vista to Windows 7 seem pretty trivial.

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No, not really. I’ve had those. Usually on a Friday night after half a dozen vodka coolers, LOL.

I am an atheist. Always was, always will be, but it is almost like Dog plunked me in the forehead and said:

“Wake up. Pay attention, Stop tolerating idiots. Embrace the life I gave you. Be who you are supposed to be, Wake up.”

Sorry, it is really hard to explain. It exists on a visceral level and I am not a poet. I am not good at explaining things at that level.

I feel it, I just can’t express it.

I really wish that my Grandpa was still alive. He’d have understood in in an instant. “It is your mind’s reaction to ennui. Appreciate the larger view.”

Or just a “WOW” moment. :o)

Don't worry Mac, I don't care If You're an atheist or not and I won't, I may not be an atheist, But It doesn't bother Me as I'm not very religious and I sure don't read the bible, although I do have one or two of those books around, to Me It's another just book to Me.

I find It's easier to tolerate some idiots, Some are only worth the time to call the cops on.

Mine wouldn't as He was very religious and could have become a minister Dad told Me, Grandpa and Dad didn't always get along and so I only got to visit Him a few times before Grandpa died on Dec 31st, 1969, But at least for someone born in a Log Cabin in South Dakota in the Black Hills in 1888 He got to see the Beginning of flight in 1903 and the 1st landing on the Moon by the US in 1969.

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I define a person as a human.
Its not important i like what he/she is or think.
Thats only cosmetic.
To live with different meanings is very important.
So we can learn.
We can not learn anything new if everyone allways agrees.

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With each crime and every kindness we birth our future.

Maybe it is the same procedure as in S@H with the green star: did you donate the project? You don´t need to answer...I´m just wondering.

Yes, the little gold crown is their equivalent of a green star. I donated a little (and brow-beat a lot) to raise money for their new server. I’ve also donated here because of a losing bet but, for personal reasons, keep the star turned off.

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Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.

Albert Einstein

Kenzie,
I miss my Oma C too. She invented the rose coloured glasses and the blinders (horse owners/lovers will know). She commanded a presence in a room, despite being soft spoken, never had any bad comments about anyone, less than five feet tall.
I hope, that I have a little of that in me too.

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Not to late to order an Anni Shirt

No, not really. I’ve had those. Usually on a Friday night after half a dozen vodka coolers, LOL.

I am an atheist. Always was, always will be, but it is almost like Dog plunked me in the forehead and said:

“Wake up. Pay attention, Stop tolerating idiots. Embrace the life I gave you. Be who you are supposed to be, Wake up.”

Sorry, it is really hard to explain. It exists on a visceral level and I am not a poet. I am not good at explaining things at that level.

I feel it, I just can’t express it.

I really wish that my Grandpa was still alive. He’d have understood in in an instant. “It is your mind’s reaction to ennui. Appreciate the larger view.”

Or just a “WOW” moment. :o)

An Atheist - isn't that "someone with no invisible means of support"? (No insult intended, kenzie, just having a bit of levity - Amway co-founder Rich DeVoss told that at a rally years ago in Denver - when I was an <attempted> distributor)

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. . . on the Day, the Month & the Year i was Born [October 29 1949] - at the American Hospital in Paris, a Caucasian Greek named Georgy Ivanovitch Gurdjieff, died <----- read more . . .

> from the 'Black Sheep Philosophers' by Gorham Munson

It is impossible to assimilate Orage, Ouspensky and Gurdjieff into any recognized Western school of thought.

~ wOw ~

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. . . from a Friend: What would you have done?

Two Choices

What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story: Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'

So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:

1. Delete 2. Forward

May your day, be a Shay Day.

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That's one heart-warming story! And an object lesson in true sportsmanship.

Great Post!!! :]]

Thanks Richard! :]]]

Beets

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Richard, I love this. However I received it some time ago. I sent it on without batting an eyelash. That included the Mayor of my little town, Chief of Police...etc. I could not agree with you more, Sir.

All I can say is wow! Thank you!

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Nobody is nobody. Everyone has something to offer

I'm touched, That was such a wonderful story, Even If It does have a tragic ending, In any case that was nice Dr. C.E.T.I., I give that story two thumbs up.

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