“October” by W.S. Merwin

 I remember how I would say, “I will gather

These pieces together,
Any minute now I will make
A knife out of a cloud.”
Even then the days
Went leaving their wounds behind them,
But, “Monument,” I kept saying to the grave,
“I am still your legend.”

There was another time
When our hands met and the clocks struck
And we lived on the point of a needle, like angels.

I have seen the spider’s triumph
In the palm of my hand. Above
My grave, that thoroughfare,
There are words now that can bring
My eyes to my feet, tamed.
Beyond the trees wearing names that are not their own
The paths are growing like smoke.

The promises have gone,
Gone, gone, and they were here just now.
There is the sky where they laid their fish.
Soon it will be evening

The Box is a bit like The Matrix.

 The Box is a bit like The Matrix.

What The Box essentially represents is the societal paradigm of a structured ‘life existence’ framework.  Within the confines of The Box’s parameters, he defines the present, limited human hierarchical order in this this current existence. Yes, I know that was a mouthful – sorry about that but bear with me.  😉

Inside of the large ‘Existence Box’ there is a division of boxes within boxes. Dylan further defines a total of four box subset groups as the “limitations”. Each is a box within a box spanning outward smallest to largest in space. The smallest box being the most densely populated and each consecutive one has acquires larger space yet becomes more sparsely populated.   Even though all boxes are encompassed under one large box (of Existence), Dylan points out that there is ‘limitation’ as each is a group divided from the other: inclusive to those within each box and exclusive to those outside of each box. The first box is densely populated and labeled  “Most” but it’s also the smallest box. In short, it includes many but it’s small in space.  This signifies that the acceptable majority within society are also the most select, exclusive group and tucked away within the corner of the box almost as if it’s harder to obtain that special, designated space. There are many within it but it will only hold, or include, so many citizens that are ‘lucky’ enough to be deemed a part of it’s community.  It is also the smallest box in the literal sense because it represents the small minded sorts that rely on thinking inside the box at the most limited, confining sense of existence.   Spanning out from the smallest, elite  “Most” box is the larger box defined as  “Some”.  This grouping is next in line to have a sense of belonging in a fairly acceptable existence group yet the box is a bit larger, less crowded (like the cattle or herd of “Most” )and more liberal in space but also in terms of societal rules and regulations.  Outside of “Some”, are the “Few”. This third box essentially represents ‘the outcasts’ category from the two previous acceptable degrees of the societal majority.  The “Some” have a esser sense of community or belonging here inside “Existence” but it’s also a larger box and containing the free-thinker, the unconventional citizens embracing less acceptable liberal minded views to that of the herd mentality of the “Most/Few” society. While the ‘Some’ are misfits they have their own opposing brand of ‘special’ to the elite “Most”; they are unique individualists that think for themselves and do not follow the masses.  They do not need a mass of others to set the rules and help define them.  Outside the “Few” is the vast box of “None” which represents…..no one… it is the no man’s land of  “the nobodies”, the “nothings” , the bottom-of-the-barrel losers of society that don’t even amount to a mere blip on the radar of human societal existence.

Little Cutie

 

Dada poem

 Really good does belief in the dark tower.

I am so sorry for your loss of popcorn!

You missed a sci-fi movie about Trilobites and zombies

It depends on what you want.

How about the birds of popcorn and water in your mouth?

You can just learned about that after 9 minutes of playing games.

She didn't even if not.

You are awesome👍!

If Alice was weird enough to get a shot of popcorn, you can do a teleportation with potato potato potato potato potato potato potato potato potato salad for reason and not a dream of your favorite thing?

It's not for info on this site but 8 hours of popcorn and water and water and cold food and never really mind going to conceive them to get the water and cold turkey with potato salad for breakfast and never really eat anything else!

I love you!💖

I like how harry Potter goes into the series and the movie about Trilobites and zombies and other Bill Gates and never really eat anything else from outer space but one thing it down to bind the door of my religion.

Have fun😜 and never really eat anything about Trilobites and zombies and other games in your game of thrones and we get to play with potato potato potato potato potato potato salad for breakfast and never really eat anything else from outer space but one day with no food and water and cold turkey with potato bread and cheese and vegetables and rice and veggies and eggs and food and water and cold turkey with potato salad for breakfast and cheese and vegetables in my mouth?

Timotyh, we’ll get straight to the point

 

Timotyh, we’ll get straight to the point: We would love your feedback on where the DNC goes from here. Can you take a few minutes to share your thoughts? You can use this link. Here’s what will happen next: Our team will spend several more days gathering feedback from people all over the country — in red, blue, and purple states alike. Then, we’ll analyze the responses we’ve received, and we’ll share that information with DNC leadership and the DNC’s new Chair, Ken Martin, to help inform the Party’s decision-making going forward. We will keep you updated with results and next steps, too. So please, take a few minutes to share your input. Your voice is an essential part of this conversation, and we want to hear what you think about the DNC’s future. Thank you for everything, The Democrats

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Science is not in the business of establishing truth

 Science is not in the business of establishing truth. Science is in the business of establishing the believability of theories. If a theory satisfies the criteria of the scientific method it does not mean it is true but it can be incorporated in the body of science as being sound and believable.

 

No matter how successful a theory may be it will always be a theory; a story that we humans share to help us come to terms with the world in which we live. As Harari points out in his masterpiece, Sapiens our success as a species is due, in large part, to the myths and stories we share. I believe this is especially true in the sphere of science.

 

Science is evidence based. But science is also based on a story; the story of materialism. Science can only improve on religion if there is a willingness amongst scientists to drop the philosophy of materialism in the face of incontrovertible evidence that it is unsound. Science is only credible if scientists treat all evidence with the same degree of impeccable impartiality. If evidence is rejected, because it doesn’t fit the myth of materialism that most scientists happen to believe, that is stark prejudice and prejudice has no place in science. In science all systems of belief are hypotheses and theories which should be dropped immediately in the face of irrefutable contradictory evidence. If we lose sight of that fundamental rule in science we are liable to become lost and deluded. The time has come for this rule to be applied to the 19th Century theory of evolution. -_from Vortex cosmology

Time, Space, & THOUGHT

  Within the known limits of time… within the conceived boundaries of space…. the average human thinks those are the settings of existence… Yet the ponderer, the outcast, the believer, helps out the human. “Think not of 2 dimensions,” says the ponderer, “but of 3, as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions—L, W, & H. Yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see my 3 dimensions, my realm of thought—Time, Space, & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists—anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible, even in your physical world.” After this so called “lecture” the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet those are the best emotions of a ponderer. The real difference is, a true ponderer will explore these emotions & what caused them. Another… a dream.

Baseball

 

 

Generated Story

Vader Plays Baseball

Once upon a time, in a galaxy not so far away, there was a young boy named Anakin Skywalker. Anakin lived in a small desert town called Mos Espa on the planet Tatooine. He was known for his incredible speed and agility, but not just in pod racing. Anakin had a secret passion for baseball, a game he had learned about from the travelers who passed through his town.

One sunny afternoon, as the twin suns of Tatooine shone brightly in the sky, Anakin gathered his friends for a game of baseball. They had fashioned a makeshift baseball field in the sandy lot behind his home. The bases were made from old crates, and the bat was a sturdy stick Anakin had found. The ball was a soft, round piece of cloth wrapped tightly with string.

"Alright, everyone! Let’s play!" Anakin shouted, his eyes sparkling with excitement. His friends cheered and took their positions. Anakin was the pitcher, and he stood on the mound, ready to throw the first pitch. He took a deep breath, focused, and threw the ball with all his might. It soared through the air, spinning like a pod racer zooming through the desert.

The ball landed perfectly in the hands of his friend, Obi-Wan, who was ready to hit. With a swift swing of the bat, Obi-Wan sent the ball flying into the sky. It soared high above the makeshift field, and the children gasped in awe. Anakin sprinted to the bases, his heart racing with joy.

As the game continued, Anakin’s skills shone brightly. He was fast, agile, and had an incredible knack for catching the ball. His friends cheered him on, calling him the best player in the galaxy. But Anakin was not just playing for fun; he dreamed of becoming a great baseball player one day, just like the heroes he had heard about.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, Anakin’s team was ahead. They were just one run away from winning the game. The tension was high, and everyone was on the edge of their seats. Anakin stepped up to bat, feeling the weight of the moment. He gripped the bat tightly, his heart pounding in his chest.

The pitcher from the opposing team, a boy named Sebulba, was known for his tricky pitches. Anakin focused, determined to hit the ball. Sebulba threw the ball with a sneaky spin, but Anakin was ready. He swung the bat with all his strength, and the ball flew off the bat like a shooting star.

"Home run!" shouted Obi-Wan, as Anakin raced around the bases. The cheers of his friends filled the air, echoing through the desert. Anakin crossed home plate, and his friends lifted him into the air, celebrating their victory.

That day, Anakin learned that teamwork, friendship, and a little bit of practice could lead to great things. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, he looked up and made a wish. He wished to play baseball in the big leagues one day, to inspire others just like he had inspired his friends.

From that day on, Anakin practiced every chance he got. He played baseball with his friends, and they all grew better together. They formed a team called the "Tatooine Titans," and they dreamed of one day playing against teams from other planets.

And so, in the heart of the desert, a young boy named Anakin Skywalker discovered his love for baseball, a game that would teach him about friendship, perseverance, and the joy of playing together. Little did he know, this passion would follow him throughout his life, shaping him into the hero he was destined to become.

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