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I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together 

 

Sitting  in  an  English  garden  waiting  for  the  sun

If the sun don’t come, you get a tan

from standing in the English rain

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Beware of Darkness

 

Please be seated.

 

On first thought, as the only free species, we homo-sapiens must look deep within ourselves in deciding what to be, knowing we are genetically constrained in summoning up futile blissfully fulfilling pursuits of value and love, but blessed with imagination more virile each minute leaning through shadows of our descendants human experience of biological nirvana we barely see the near inconceivably good promise of life by design on earth, lives of a present day physiologically unimaginable happiness intensity with genetically enriched gradients of innate bliss and immense well-being silently weaving through the neural architecture texture of consciousness known as daily life.  Sounds heavenly to many.  Just a thought. 

 

In a related thought, as all thought is, our use of visual communication relies solely on vision to convey ideas to be read or looked upon in primarily two dimensional images like the written word, signs, drawings, paintings and other illustrations. 

 

You can see me now.   

We see what we see with an aqueous humor fluid filled front chamber round-shaped organ working with our brain in translating light waves into a sensation we call vision.  Following light through the center of the eye pupil passing by a powerful transparent domed outer window focusing all light now entering a colored thin diaphragm of connective tissues and smooth muscle fibers just before crystalline lens, into the innermost layer of retina nerve tissue sensitivity peaks receiving long wavelength red light, middle wavelength green light and short wavelength blue light sending optic nerve impulses to the brain for translation into the images we see. 

That is how I see it.  That is how you see it.  The beauty of visual communication can only be described by others, imagined and presumed by us, if not wonderfully seen with our own eyes. 

Enjoy all you see, on this day, in this life.

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I believe that the world’s leaders will discover

that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are

more efficient, as instruments of government,

than clubs and prisons, and the lust for power

can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting

people into loving their servitude as by flogging        <

them and kicking them into obedience.’                             <

Aldous Huxley                             

in an October 21, 1949

letter to George Orwell  

 

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Beware of Lightness

 

As we are, consumed, altered and destroyed by the things we love,

and aware or not that our enjoyment is the poison.

 

We have this magic box in our hands, granting every communication, pleasure, information

and entertainment wish we command with addicting sugary delights,

leading a shortened attention span brain rewiring

our restless shallow thinking liberating us from real thought and life.         

           

The internet, happily chugging along, chronicles in its infinite memory the thought process,

activity and behavior of all of us along for the ride, available for retrieval and use

by any government, business, group or individual with the know how. 

 

Howard Boatman, sometime tomorrow

 

 

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.   

Lao Tzu, 600 BCE

 

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