A Stumble~

This *stumble (see the Stumbled Upon site) was just that. A stumble over my own feet as I wanted to explore something a lecturer had said. It is not enough just to hear the words, but more so to seek further upon them. Lucky me that I should end up here. There are some things that I would not want to share for fear of those having a weak stomach or to point said to have myself removed for violation of showing truth of the horrors committed on this earth. Sure I can look upon them in curiosity and say "why did he/she die so?" as I ponder the corpse or parts of it on a still bloodied street. A mind is a terrible thing to waste so I ponder on all avenues and in all avenues that my feet may fall upon. Thankfully, this was a lovely one. ~ Maggie ~ September 25, 2009 @ 3:01 a.m. EST

The "Stumbled" and discovered site:  http://in.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070421170720AAtFRSg Based on a lecture given at: http://www.academicearth.org/lectures/how-to-live-given-certainty-of-death

The Dance

Stationary are we in a room of black
Slowly
Surely
A sconce is lit
Then two
Then four
Peering are we to the four corners
Whose light of fire appears dancing in apparent space
Nothing below or above
No light save for the four torches
I speak and you catch me
En garde!  Touche!
You are right this night
In this regard
I don’t want to change you
To this I admit touche!
Yet, be it known, I too am me and will always be
A practitioner all my own
Shall we dance kind Sir?
The harvest approaches and we only reap what we have sown ~ Maggie ~ September 17, 2009 @ 1:13 a.m. EST

I Say~

Graced with patience and guided with balance
Words thus far gently escorted to ears
Gently I say.  Aye.  With understanding of my doing
Holding back with bridle of my own doing yet again
Words are weapons and are more mighty than a sword!
I have yet to leave understanding of where toes lie in shoes
Dance gracefully.  Gracefully I say!
I watch with abstract precision
Gathering, but not with glee
Oh, patience whence forth you give out?
One can play games of childish and childlike fashion
When being a child!
Make room for that which is embedded in us all
Parent, Adult, and Child (Transactional Analysis (TA))
Parent to Child/Child to Parent does work
Parent to Parent does not
Child to Adult/Adult to Child does not work
Adult to Adult is best
Do I remember it?
The Adult embodies all three...TRI...TRY (Neuro-Linguistic Programming (NLP))
Communication is fundamental

Sometimes it is about what we say.  Sometimes it is about what we do not say.  Sometimes it is how we say something.  Sometimes it is how something is not said. ~ Maggie ~ September 16, 2009 @ 11:13 p.m. EST

Combination Numbers~

9-9-09 bearing on course to change
Behavior not
See me as I was
I saw me today

The notion of change to certain aspects simply revolve
Revolution back to the round image
Perhaps not so sound in past
Image is imaginary at best

What is gained by investigation
The mirror screams when not seen
The mirror that isn’t

Patterns

The snowball rolls up the hill only to find itself small again
Hey you!  I know you.  I saw you before at another time...
From whence the fires roared
Went into tranquil

I saw the woman who tried to run over the man
At another time she shut her mouth
She slumbered numb and dumb

“I see” said the blind man!
When it was too late
Eyes picked clean by a raven

Dance gently and sweetly
Watch the toes for reflexes in other regions
As a monster can and does lie within

Take your drugs man!
Nay!  Detox yourself
“KNOW THYSELF”

I reckon I recognize a behavior and why such was performed.  Sickly was the thought and the understanding of such.  Then again, it was the truth.  My truth.  The shame of it all.  All this for what?  ~ Maggie ~ a/k/a MAX ~ 9/9/09 @ 8:32 p.m. EST

Death Of A Hornet~

In the warmth of today’s gleaming sun, I had removed my jacket to absorb the heat and to read Nicholaus Copernicus’ On the Revolutions of Heavenly Spheres.  As is NOT my usual practice, I brought my covered thermo-insulated  coffee cup outside with me.  There upon the table it sat as I drank away the java which took several hours.

When just sipping upon some Joe at home and all alone or with a chosen crew, I drink it rather fast and surely while it is warm.  Yet in the warmth upon this day, I drank so slowly and sipped away in a lady-like fashion with pinky on display!  Upon the emptying of the cup through my final sip, I went inside to refill said cup and thus scooped up my thermos.  Upon opening both to commit my task, I filled my cup to brim.  Oh!  Upon the filling be there a hornet floating in my cup!  As the refill was performed within the confines of a structure, I hastened my behind to the great outdoors with hornet on paper to attempt to probe it to life.  Yes.  I had removed the darling and placed it on paper in an attempt to revive it.  My fingers lying on either side of it in hope of movement.

Previously...The words “KILL IT” coming from another did not leave me smiling since the poor create surely looked dead.  Nay to my killing it.  Unfortunately, the poor little darling did not come back and, at present, its little corpse lies upon my table.  I did continue to sip my coffee as I found no problem in doing so.

As it is but the shell of the being, I shall hold steadfast to it until I can gain another microscope.  I believe I gave my old one to my daughter. ~ Maggie ~ a/k/a Arachne ~ 9/9/09 @ 7:40 p.m. EST

Pondering the notion of a mind on vacation...

What would happen if I stopped thinking as much as I do?  What would life be like?  Would I get bored?  Hell, I suppose that I would not talk to myself at that point nor would I laugh out loud or run experiments using third eye visuals and hand movements.  Nope.  Probably not as my mind would be on vacation.  What would I do with all that free time that I would then be paying attention to? (Imagine watching the second hand on a face clock going round and round ticking louder and louder while observing the motion and nothing more.  There would not even be thought as to what are the mechanics that move the arms.  Meh!)  What if I could not read or explore things within myself, others, and the world around me?  What if I could not play connect the dots with the information that I gather?  Where would I be?  Who would I be?  Would I be?  Hum...  I would not be me that is for sure.

In summery, I would probably be bored.  Me thinks I would not like that.  Sure I am alone and may be viewed as eccentric, but all in all, I am not lonely.  I am not bored.  Hell, I have to take pills to shut off the chatter and the visuals that occur out of “poof” that either generate art, words, or research.  The more I absorb, the more I question.  These questions push me to learn more and connect the dots for no specific purpose save that I CAN.  I don’t want to be anything but me when I grow up so, learning is FUNdamental for the sheer hell of it.  Yup! 
                  
Silly me finds beauty in bugs, sky, tall grass, and creative individuals.  I find beauty in exploring human behavior including my own.  Even dead things are interesting.  To some rain may be viewed as a damper, but I am like a duck and love being in it.

Okay, so maybe to you I seem strange, however, as strange as I may seem, I would like to place you (whomever views me as strange) under microscopic observation and explore your strangeness.  I am sure you have your own set of idiosyncracies as well as thoughts and values that could have major holes blown through them by YOU after we have had time to explore YOU.  Your blowing holes though me will be equally enjoyed.

My mind is staying put. ~ Maggie ~ September 6, 2009 @ 9:16 p.m. EST

The Holder of the Key

Skeletons are some whose doors are old and not guarded with well rounded locks
Keyed to open gates that wait but naught thought
Novem dost come about in the nine as now
But ponder I do the outcome

Guarded not upon a chain
Lost to time now and again
Tears that flowed were not in vain
As vanity does no good

Yet when all is said and done
The midnight skies do see the sun
Wars not lost and battles won
Will you think of me?

Gaze upon the key you see
Do look past to the teeth that be
Open the lock of eagle three
The art of communication

Sitting by the windowpane
I hope not for “November Rain”
Metal out not to feel the pain
Will you remember me?

What is is and
What will be will be
I leave it to chance
And wish upon three... ~ Maggie ~ September 3, 2009 @ 2:55 a.m. EST

Upon One Eve When The Clouds Parted~

Black velvet sky neigh/nay
Lay void
Curtains pulled back
Pillow cluster cloud dance
Twinkle and sprinkle delight
White Knight of Lady
Avow to glow
Radiant bright
Sight not seen without the spiral
Spin down to touch that which lay a ground–not bound
Fingers held in point to visions of diamonds bright
Shine!  Oh, shine on night
My Knight
Pull thy curtains back
Dance upon me...
My hand extended touches not the physical realm
Yet we connect through the cord which hath been laid
Aye!  Prayed upon in a wish
Upon one eve when the clouds parted ~ Maggie ~ Penned August 25, 2009 @ approximately 9:40 p.m. EST

Vibrations

Odd as it may sound, a vibration can be felt like that of which a spider feels upon the landing of prey.  Pray tell it is not of flying insects that I speak.  Nay!  I speak of that which alters in pattern (such as a wave or frequency (frequency has several definitions)).  A quiet web will lie still until such time as the lady in waiting, who does not observe the land, but rather feels the waves its prey makes and knows its present location based on said feel.  She then goes forthright to the site of disturbance having never seen her mark.  Sometimes not viewing things with the anatomical is best.  A break in the still indicates activity at a specific location.  This condition also works in reverse.  Think about it.    

If one were to vibrate something steadily, and the vibration created a specific pattern of recognition be it auditory or visual, the senses can probably note a difference if cued to that specific frequency.  What does it pay to observe with any of one’s senses?  Why nothing save for information for future calculation.  The information can then be used to predict or lay odds for or against this or that.  Spiders eat don’t they?  They also wrap that which they will not sup on immediately.  I call that storage.

What do I speak of?  Perhaps I speak of nothing.  What do YOU think? I do like BeeF Skinner don't you? lol ~ Maggie ~ August 17, 2009 @ 7:13 p.m. EST

Blackheart~

Darkened is that which in my veins lie
Arterial dribs of that which can’t die
Color and numbers
And what is and what’s not
Bring me about to this very spot

Nay to color of fiery red
No romantic endeavor
The flowers are dead
No beating is had
No pumping is done
The blackheart lives in the evil one
What is evil she asks of thee?
When one and one are equal three
Tri as I do
Tri as I are
Blackheart with vision a bloodless star ~ Maggie ~ sometime during August 16, 2009 in the p.m.

Thanks Philippe!

Seeking ONE

Be thee close to me
I know not of you
Show me

ONE - NEO
The loops that form the one
One not as in monad, but as in O in form
Whole and wholehearted
Close to me and open

Open to acceptance
Open to words
Open to peace and sharing

Close to body
Close to heart
Close to mind

Not closed in any manner
Not distant in any manner
Opportunity is mine said she
The wheel now presents its spokes
Pi will been transcended

I expect nothing and will receive everything I expect
Nothing is not nothing: nothing is always something ~ Maggie ~ August 10, 2009 @ 5:37 p.m. EST

Today (which is now officially yesterday)...

Today was full of humor as the hornets were buzzing about.  I do talk to them and they don’t scare me nor do they bother me.  One just has to be cool with them.  I did not understand why he kept running from them.  Another person also told him, the hornet probably likes you.  Then again, I talk to spiders and to myself.  Am I odd?  Perhaps to you, but to me I am just fine.

Today was Rat and Hamster day.  Rat and Hamster went to Hong Kong (take it as you will) ate some good food and talked about much.  We yackked so much (not to be confused with the animal called a yak), we did not see time fly. Nope, no clock sprouted wings.

Upon the exit, we looked in the window of a local shop and then went inside and were ourselves (rather comic or annoying based on perspective).  There we met Anthony and his sister Shan.  This brother and sister team were also jokesters and could relate to mine and Hammy’s behavior.  Actually, they rather joined in.  All in all it was amusing, but my cheap self was not amused at paying the full rate at the parking lot as we had overstayed our max time.

Although we had a quiet time riding home, when some soup was dropped off to a friend of mine, Hamster had to go touch that XM dial and blast some wild hillbilly music (probably from one of my mom’s favorite stations).  Anyway, as I exist the building I break into jig with flapping arms only to hear her roar of laughter to the point of snorts, crying, and lack of breath.  I joined her in this endeavor all the way to my mom's.  Hell, I think her laughter scared away my mom’s porch guest.  She was wild eyed and cracking up while looking at him.  Oh man that could be scary!  Life is a bowel of cherries!  Hey, this kind of laughing reminds me of "ORANGE SODA" only I was laughing at her BELIEF to the point I was not breathing while driving save for AHHHH then sucked in silence.

Okay so dogs bark and trees have bark
And a bark could be worse than a bite
Or you could be barking up the wrong tree
Trees also have leaves that leave in the fall
Sure they all fall, but some flee with the wind
While fleas on dogs don’t cause them bark
A lark will fly or sing, but could also be joke
Don’t choke!  Yes, pull the choke and let’s be gone! ~ Maggie ~ August 9, 2009 @ sometime before this actually posted.  I was having such a cracker of a time discussing drawers and bloomers.  LMAO

*ADDENDUM ON DRAWERS AND BLOOMERS:  When using Webster's versus Oxford University Press Dictionaries, you will note a difference in the performance of that which is online.  Luckily when questions arise about my terms in language, my Corel WordPerfect saves the day.  Yes.  WordPerfect comes with the Oxford University Press Dictionary.  Whoot.  I don't use Microsoft Word, but I can.  Can anyone tell me if it comes with a dictionary, thesaurus, grammatik (which includes analysis of writing as well as your choice of checking styles from student to technical or scientific?)  Can Microsoft Word read other programs or write in them?  Microsoft Word holds hands with Excel right?  Corel Office has Quattro Pro.  The benefit of using Corel is that it can open Microsoft, but Microsoft cannot open Corel.  WORDPERFECT OFFICE X4 (and earlier) give choices.

Word Processing:  WordPerfect Mode, Microsoft Word Mode, WordPerfect Classic Mode (v. 5.1), and WordPerfect Legal Mode.  By the way, I am not saying that the person I was IMing was using Word nor am I stating that I analyze all my writing.  :-)

Spreadsheet:  Quattro Pro Mode, Microsoft Excel Mode, Lotus 1-2-3 Mode

Does anyone remember Wang?  Ah, I am just throwing this out here as a mere question.  Bah.

Unicode and IPA

If you have already taken two or more mandatory courses in this subject as I have, tell me, what value could be placed on it?  Why was it mandatory?  How often is it used?  Look where testing takes place.  I ask, because what I feel the course was meant for was not only programming of the code within the individual, but programming of the standardized speech that came along with it.  Looking to sound like you come from nowhere in particular as they wipe out your accent.  Also, I noted on July 2, 2007 the IPA code was used behind UNICODE for The United Nations Declaration of Human Rights.  If you know the answer, please advise me.  From what I was told by my professor at the time, the code was a method to communicate with anyone globally providing you and they could write the code based on sound.  Although this Certificate of Proficiency will be issued if one passes, what then?  To what end will it be used?  I ask you to give me your opinion.  Again, I ask why were these courses mandatory for those attending Pace University, NY - One Pace Plaza, NYC? Who the hell really uses this shit? ~ Maggie ~ 8/8/09 @ 9:33 p.m. EST   http://www.langsci.ucl.ac.uk/ipa/index.html

STAY AWHILE~

*On the morrow, this piece returns to it's original place in time.  The shadow of the words below shall remain in tact as will these. ~ Maggie ~ August 5, 2009 @ 7:51 p.m. EST

On occasion I do re-post works that I have done at earlier times, however, on this occasion, I am just recasting the original words without having ever removed them.  You only see it as posted NOW.  Actually, I have modified only the POST DATE without it ever really having moved.  These two paragraphs are but an addendum.

Time is what one makes it.  Is time observed by me in this supposed now?  Has anything changed?  Nay.  Tis but pi and offered yet again.  Could we view this offer as a contract?  Why certainly.  Once an offer has been made, AND the offer has been DECLINED, the offer need never be made again.  It should be noted that inaction is an action by default and CAN BE acknowledged as a declination.  As I have never rescinded the offer, my inaction/action is also default in nature.  Contract law is interesting and can come in handy when dealing with the Amish.  *smirk ~ Maggie ~ Saturday, August 1, 2009 @ 7:15 p.m. EST

STAY AWHILE~

Grey swells adorn the horizon and sprinkle lightly upon the earth
The roar of thunder is heard in the distance whilst I seek the crash of light
Alas, only the roar is heard
Cool are the drops that I grasp
Escaping though tightly clenched fingers as gravity has its way
East, west, north, and south there is no sight of blue
Ah, but the green! The green is seen
Lush and glorious
Intoxicating the nostrils with every breath
Eyes closed dismiss the unnatural sounds making way to silence undisturbed
Journeys need not be made via transport of the usual kind
Nay! My mind takes me where I choose
Light the skies oh nature's form
The bolts of the gods fly mighty
The land and sea take fancy to the storm
As life twirls about in ecstasy
Driven sideways, air has it way with water

Weary traveler, take thy time with thy hostess
Let she sup with thee
Thy cup emptied shall be filled ten fold
And thy plate engorged
Tis mine the fancy to fulfill thee
Where dost thou roam on lonely roads
Whose only avenue is a new fork or cross
Where dost decision play in thy mind?
To what end is your journey?
Stay awhile
My hand wands and waves the quarters assuring the share
Shall the traveler raise his thoughts to speech?
Or does the road call more loudly?
To this comes the silent answer
Tis known that thy head is used to the full of a feather bed
But the warmth of straw and hearth does bear merit
My stew is not as hearty as fine spiced meats
Nor is my plate gold
But tender is mine hand and adoring is my offer
The finery of fools besieges me not
Nor does the foul smell nor pallor faces of the dead
Graceful is my life dear traveler
Stay awhile
Tis naught of often thou hangs thy hat
The roaming of village to village
Seeking
What finds thee? What dost thou seek?
How loud dost the wind call? How hard dost it push?
Dost thy heels bear wings?
Wilt thou ride Pegasus or attempt the acts of Icarus?
Let she sup with thee
Speak of thine own being
Let sound resonate in stories and create illusions drawn pretty with every stroke
That elaborates upon the wag of the tongue
Pray tell speak!
Pricked are my awaiting ears
O dearest traveler
Stay awhile ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. EST on August 8, 2008 *Originally posted 8/8/08 @ 10:13 p.m. EST

The Interesting Thing About Words~

It is not so much the completeness of the sentence, but the words within the sentence.  If a sentence contains words like: may, could, probably, might, and I am sure there are others, one who pays attention would realize that there is uncertainty there or the inadvertent relating of the opposite thereof the subject matter.  Meh.  Hell, as if I don’t know this.  Being rat (Doors, Bridges, and Rat Behavior) and looking for back doors, windows, and alternative routes, I am prepared.  I would be foolish not to be.  Hence, I am packed to the gills and ready to go it alone.  Might that not have been my objective last year?  Why yes.  Now looking at win/win scenarios (Pudding and Pi), I can’t lose.  That is my positive objective.  That is always my objective.  It does make for a happy camper.

When looking at “Breath,” the words “all is only a stone’s throwaway” does bear meaning, however, I shan't elaborate on that. 

I am "The Clown."

I head out to Starwood on the morrow.  I shall be well. ~ Maggie ~ July 17, 2009 @ 2:03 p.m. EST 

Doors, bridges, and rat behavior...

Some doors are big and some doors are small, but in a way they are like bridges.  If you need to ask how so, then perhaps you should examine what they both do.  If a door is locked one cannot get to the other side.  Mind you windows and back doors may be available, but much like a broken or burned bridge, one would have to take an alternate route or be left on the other side.  Doors and bridges provide passageways to a straight destination when in good form.  One can open a door fairly easy if one is the owner and has maintained it.  If locked, the owner would always have the key.  However, when the proverbial door is not yours you could close it on yourself and be locked on the other side.  It is like burning a bridge.  Doors and bridges are but virtual passageways that we design with our own mind.  Personally, I like built in back doors (yes plural), halls, and windows.

All in all, rats don’t like to be cornered and will seek the nearest exit or attack and run.   Wall runner. ~ Maggie ~ July 5, 2009 @ 8:34 p.m. EST

Rat behavior:  The present research aimed to evaluate the role of 5-HT1A receptors in the modulation of maternal aggressive behavior and anxiety in female rats. Although, in a functional sense, parental aggression is a defensive protective behavior [1], the form and the topography of the behaviors displayed by a female rat with pups against a conspecific intruder share some similarities with the offensive behavior of males in colonies against subordinates and/or intruders. However, different from males, the aggressive behavior of lactating female rats comprises another strategy that is less contact-orientated which is characterized by the frontal attack (jump attack) directed to the head or snout of the intruder [2] and its form and topography have some similarities with the defensive explosive jump attack of a cornered rat by a predator. FROM:  http://www.noldus.com/events/mb98/abstracts/almeida_de.htm

Also read:  On Aggression by Konrad Lorenz

Addendum:  Page 39: intraspecific competition is quite interesting.

Pudding and Pi~
This day I sit and wonder about the morrow.  I shan’t lay odds of this nor that as I too am responsible in the outcome of it all.  I too play a role.  What law of probability could be used when I am affecting the outcome?  Aye.  It is like I have loaded the dice so that I may win.  Win you say?  Why yes.  Certainly.  Does not one play to win?  Goals and objectives.  Yo.  I see that glass over there and I want it.  However, it has to walk over to me.  Nay!  That is for the lame and tame of heart.  Barrel through!  I go after what I want to a degree (360) which is usually pi.  Yet...  Me thinks and wonders about words of tongue which slips through channels and is digested through waters which are like rapids.  Ah yes.  The burning of wood yet again. Can you smell it?  All in all it reverts back to values.  Alas, where do values lie?  I suppose I shall see as the proof is in the proverbial pudding.  For thirteen years pi came numerous times as the wheel spun and the cycle repeated for I contributed to the outcome of perpetuation.  However, just once and only once did I truly cut the pie and thus ended the perpetuation. ~ Maggie ~ July 1, 2009 @ 9:33 p.m. EST


Main article: Einstein-Bohr debates

The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics and Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle were in fact seen as twin targets by detractors who believed in an underlying determinism and realism. Within the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics, there is no fundamental reality the quantum state describes, just a prescription for calculating experimental results. There is no way to say what the state of a system fundamentally is, only what the result of observations might be.

Albert Einstein believed that randomness is a reflection of our ignorance of some fundamental property of reality, while Niels Bohr believed that the probability distributions are fundamental and irreducible, and depend on which measurements we choose to perform. Einstein and Bohr debated the uncertainty principle for many years.

FROM:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncertainty_principle

Breath~

She breathes in deeply as she contemplates the future.  “Who makes the future?” she thinks to herself.  “Why I do” she says.  Choices are freedom.  Relaxing in a styled-manner more akin to a piece of marble than to that of flesh knowing that for every action there is a reaction and marble does not move....  For every inaction there is a consequence.  Yes.  Knowing.  Bright eyes reach out and seek, but if only the eyes moved, they would accomplish nothing.  What transmissions that she lays in neural pathways make way to what will be or not.  Marble to dust on the breath of wind dost move to the direction that is cast.  All is only a stone’s throwaway. ~ Maggie ~ July 1, 2009 @ 6:55 p.m. EST    

There are NO typos.  The WORDS are correct.

The Clown~

I am a barrel of laughs.  Open the barrel and you will find a clown with a painted smile or not just painted, but more at twisted to form.  Life is funny even with all the shit that surrounds one.  Laughing helps ease much.  However, it does not make one a fool.  That is the way I feel.  That is the way I live my life.  My life is built from my past.  I have burned to learn what I have learned. I used to house the following in my wallet which was something I had written in the 80's.  “What is reality?  What is, will always be, or a speculation of what we conceive things to be?”  May we be so bold as to conceive our lives once we recognize our power to do so?  Therefore, would the smile “twisted to form” suit me well and not be pseudo in nature? Aye.  ~ Maggie ~ May 14, 2009 @ 2:21 p.m. EST

Inspired by a friend via IM.

The Male Rat Race~

Today was let’s hit on Maggie day.  Two man of opposite characters and financial circumstances were vying for my attention today at the same time.  Both asked if the other was hitting on me and to both I said yes.  One treated me for dinner (the lawyer) and the other will see me tomorrow (the trucker).  It was just interesting to watch them compete.  The competition was a subtle one, but nonetheless it was there.

Most woman would go for the older more wealthy type of guy for whatever reason.  However, I do not.  I saw something lacking in him and I saw him as not taking responsibility for his actions/decisions.  For a lawyer (tax law), you would think he would be more logical.  What bothered me the most was when he stated that he wanted to utilize my mind to make money. I view that as exploitation and I told him so.  I call a spade a spade. You would think that my criticism of him would have scared him off, but it didn’t.  I was as blunt as a hammer.  I won’t get into all the details of how bluntly honest with him that I was, but he took every kick in the pants I could dish out.

In regard to the trucker, he is a nice dude who I have met before.  When he asked if I had a boyfriend, I said that I do not, but I am in love with someone who I will be meeting up with very soon.  Why should I lie?  The label of boyfriend and girlfriend are not there but my love of him is.  Do I need the label?  Nah. I was not lying when I said this either.  I explained to him that what is is until it isn’t as are all things.  Having a male friend or friends is not bad so long as he/they knows the boundaries and do not exceed them.  I trust he will not exceed them.  He did ask if I was trying to scare him off as well, but I stated that if that were my intent, I would show him my crazy and my weapons.  This appealed to him.  Go figure.

The lawyer said that I should not lower myself to tent vacations.  Lower myself I said?  When I asked him if his money gave him happiness or grief, he found himself unfulfilled and stated that he needs guidance.  That is not something that can be given.  Suggestions were offered in regard to looking into himself and altering that which he already recognizes and problematic.  When one seeks only the material, they are hallow.  When one seeks the intangible, they are fulfilled.  Maybe he will find fulfillment if he seeks it out himself within himself.

Well, tomorrow I get to look into the trucker’s cab to have an idea of what the living quarters look like for a full time trucker.  He said he would straighten it up so that I could have a look see.  He was humble and honest and I appreciated that.

Lest I forget a funny part, the lawyer asked if the trucker was single and my response was yes.  Do you want to go out with him?  LOL

Oh what a day. ~ Maggie ~ July 17, 2009 @ 1:13 p.m. EST

HONEY~

Mine gray/greens see thee before I get there
Me canst help but see thee
The anticipation builds
Ah, the culmination
A climax like a volcanic eruption
Lava flows from thought
Thought brought forward on a wave
Tidal in nature
Ebb not, but rise to the occasion!
Tis but a celebration of the connection
Thy honey in color a grand design
Spell bound to thee I be
See thee but soon
Tis not soon enough
Thine eyes move me! ~ Maggie ~ July 15, 2009 @ 6:04 p.m. EST

Share Time~

Meh.  I read several books at once and I am in the middle of all three.  However, I will share of Dawkins today.  Although many things interest me. I especially like to form brain-loaded probability theories and strategic maneuvers.  If you think about it, it is rather mathematical or if you prefer, it runs like background programs all playing at once.  Are you aware that you do these things?  I am aware that I do.

Note:  The "MY BONUS SECTION" is in place as I question patriarchy.

Special Note:  If you don't like it, don't read it.  Then again, you might not know if you like it or not unless you read it.  ~ Maggie ~ July 6, 2009 @ 7:18 p.m. EST

From Dawkins’ The Blind Watchmaker:

Pg. 231

“Our brains have been built by natural selection to assess probabilities and risk, just as our eyes have been built to assess electromagnetic wavelength.  We are equipped to make mental calculations of risk and odds, within the range of improbabilities that would be useful in human life.”

Further down the page...

“Evolution has equipped our brains with a subjective consciousness of risk and improbability suitable for creatures with a lifetime of less than one century.  Our ancestors have always needed to take decision involving risks and probabilities, and natural selection has therefore equipped our brains to assess probabilities against a background of the short lifetime that we can, in any case, expect.”

Pg. 233

“Not only are our brains equipped by nature to assess risks of things in a short time, they are also equipped to assess risks of things happening to us personally, or to a narrow circle of people that we know.”

MY BONUS SECTION:  Pgs. 249 - 250

“Mitochondria and chloroplasts have their own DNA, which replicates and propagates itself entirely independently of the main DNA in the chromosomes of the nucleus.  All the mitochondria in you are descended from the small population of mitochondria that travelled [sic] from your mother in her egg.  Sperms are too small to contain mitochondria, so mitochondria travel exclusively down the female line, and male bodies are dead ends as far as mitochondria reproduction is concerned.  Incidentally, this means that we can use the mitochondria to trace our ancestry, strictly down the female line.”

A Comment~

Message from the heart...yes. Tolerance indeed for what human does not have the capacity to anger or become violent. It is only within us that we may correct what we see as negatives. It is not for us to correct others. It is a choice that we make to be who we are. When positive energies reside next to the negative energies, the negative energies are overridden. Love is an interesting word, but how does one define it? What are its features and how do they come to be? Moreover, what is its base? ~ Maggie ~ June 25, 2009 during the daylight hours in EST

Ten reasons why men (or, if I were a guy: women) suck...

1 - What they say they don’t mean
2 - What they mean they don’t say
3 - Half the time they don’t know what they are talking about
4 - Half the time they are not talking
5 - When getting close, they run
6 - When running away, they try to get close
7 - Trying to have a conversation is like pulling teeth
8 - They just don’t understand women/men
9 - Hello hello hello is there anybody in there?  Just nod if you can hear me.  Is there anyone at home?
10 - They are so simplistic that they are complex

GIVE ME A FUCKING GUN!!!!

The name's Mags.  Like in wide tires peeling out on hot asphalt.  Get it? ~ Maggie 6/7/09 @ 9:57 p.m. EST

The Men in the Masks

Who is he who hides behind the mask?
Be he the angel of music?  The Phantom?
Ah, the Broadway play was spectacular!
He who so sought the love of Christine, but his face...
She could not see past his deformity
Whatever beauty he held while hidden
And what beauty he had given her
Was discarded for another
The Man in the Iron Mask
A twist of truth with fiction,
Was hidden by a black velvet mask
And was not hidden by choice
Were his looks offensive?
No one knows for sure
Yet hidden away was he
One rumor being such the twin of Louis XIV
Within the movie
Supposedly Philippe was the twin to Louis
And Louis being first born, was heir
Yet who bore more worth?  More beauty of manners?
Why Philippe did!
The two dramas regard the hiding of a face
Yet in a world where all bear their faces
The mask lies in the display of the persona ~ Maggie ~ June 7, 2009 @ 7:58 p.m.

Novem

Speakth thee of thy sense
Yet fear it not be vulgar to mine ear
For what is not heard speakth just as well
I ask thee for nothing save truth
Behold!
I shall not shatter like fine crystal
Yet the not knowing tears at fiber and thus leaves it bedraggled
All is good on the mend
O to darn again!
Speakth thee the words which thou know’st to be true
Me can’st force what well regarded words I would likest to hear
But I may beg of thee the words thou may think’st should cause me harm
Nay.  No harm shall come from truth
Tis far worse to be in vile defense of heart
Save for what purpose?
Love?
Ah, but no votive cast forth light leaving even shadows to dance
My words dent thee not
Regard!
Clock winds back
Forward to start
When November reigns
Alas we shall part
I know not when November comes
But see it upon the horizon
Pray thee well for the season anew
I bid thee glad tidings and the joys of life
As that is my love for thee
It shall not die with age ~ Maggie ~ June 3, 2009 @ 3:50 p.m. EST

"If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were." -  Kahlil Gibran

Four Simple Words~ Never Posted

“I love you not” are just four simple words.  How hard is it to say these words?  Me thinks it would be fairly easy as they come easily to me.  Then again, to say I love you, has also come easily as well once over the spell of terming it the “L” word.  Why can’t the truth be told rather than letting it unfold via what is not read or what is read in various forms which lead to confusion and unsurety?  Then again comes a ponder.  What if nothing can be said?  Alas, what am I reading, not reading, or do not see?  What do I see?  I know not.  Complications.  How long shall I dither?                                           

Of splendid time in sharing nature was and will be well spent until spent of time.  I know not when it comes, but I see it forthcoming and I accept it fully.  Must I display the words in such form that head nods or verbal agreement is had?  Horses could be lead to water, but one cannot force them to drink.  In addition, one cannot beat a dead horse as it will not rise to take one hither.  It is not so much that I wish to hear these words, however, I prefer truth and accept it wholeheartedly with no ill will.  Isn’t that the essence of true love?  The season of change approaches. I will love you always even when we say goodbye.  "If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were." -  Kahlil Gibran ~ Maggie ~ June 3, 2009 @ 1:35 a.m. EST

Sweet November~NEVER POSTED

All things come full cycle and many cycles run at once.  However, one particular cycle has just about run its course and I do not see it changing in one direction or another.  A seasoned individual knows that seasons change.  Perhaps my gears need a nudge, but the time is not yet up.

November (novem) = 9.  You may see the eleventh month, but I don’t.  Actually, for me, all things come to change in September as that is my month for change.  It has always been so in the course of mine own history and thus shall be thus again. ~ Maggie ~ May 31, 2009

“How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.” - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

*Love.  A most interesting topic of discussion isn’t it?  What if one counted all the ways yet saw the season changing?  Seasons change don’t they?  Am I in season?  Yes.  And I am seasoned as well.  I won’t read things that are not there. ~ Maggie ~ May 24, 2009

* Although this is part of another piece of my literature, I have chosen not to post the full content.

Knocking...(NEVER POSTED)

A gentle tap upon you door is sometimes heard sometimes ignored
I understand
Time...
A thing that is fleeting when restricted
Communication...
Allows me to know you
But there is a wall
Why?
I want so bad to say what I wish, but I hold my tongue for your benefit.  The keys are now my instrument.  Sense is that of frustration.

Lost for words, but not.  How shall I put this?  With tongue held for benefit, my keys are free to evoke that which was shut.  My sense picked up hostility and frustration.  However, I question why?  The why is not for what I sense, but for what keeps you as thus.  I see you keeping yourself as thus.  Perhaps I am not for you and that is fine with me.


November... ~ Maggie ~ May 24, 2009 @ ??? distracted again

Where can I start? (NEVER POSTED)

Where can I start?  Perhaps it is best to note the first pondering of “who am I?”  Yes.  Regardless of my past, there was always a side of me that questioned “what is” and “what if.”  Thinking back, I recall writing my thoughts on paper in regard to “who am I?”  If memory serves me any merit, I was about 16 years old when the thought occurred to me.  Despite time, the concept stayed with me long after the paper disappeared.  Then again, it may be amongst my tons of papers.  Who knows.

The gist of my words were:  Who am I?  Am I who I am or am I who I appear to be to others?  I addressed masks and facets of self.  In the address I had also noted that it was my belief  that we are truly ourselves when alone as all the fragments come together, the masks are dropped, and thus in our solitude we are whole.  Who really knows who and what we are?  Based on observations, one could say so and so got to point B by coming from point A, however, is it really that linear?  No.  Only one person can know the full internal process(es) and that is the individual who experiences themself.  Acknowledgment.  Ah yes.  That wonderful word brought forward via introspection.  Can one really lie to themselves?  It is possible through rote to convince yourself that such and such happened or did not happen, but in all seriousness, who is really being fooled?

I chose to write about this today after discussing life with Stan.  The above was mentioned and then I questioned the matter of our universe and where it lies.  Based on thoughts of self, but not in a selfish way, I stated that the universe lies within us in various ways.  It is not just our minds which holds our data, but also within our very atomic structure.  We spoke of living in the dark, looking for the light, and blindness.  He too is aware of our energy and, for lack of a better word, metamorphosis.

For those of you who have read me, you may remember that I posted a blog relating to the meaning of life.  Although I cannot say I have an answer for you, I can say that I have an answer for me. ~ Maggie ~ May 24, 2009 @ ??? I got distracted.

The Cold~

I recognize the cold and its deliverance and its deliverance is not just to me.  Perhaps the person is just that way, yet I wonder how they got that way.  I have seen and felt such before, but the circumstances are different: the people are different.  In past case, it came from a history of such which was broken a generation ago.  It is not that the person did not feel, but the person, no matter what, could not speak it to anyone.   Past case was able to do, but not to say.  In present case, I am not sure of the capability of doing, however, I am aware of the not saying.

Perhaps the one who issues the cold does not see the delivery nor may they be aware of their own actions/inactions.  Invariably, there is a reason for the cold.  The icy stillness has to affect them inside in order to show on the surface.  The inside that is dark, cold, and alone or so it seems.  From my perspective, it seems that it is something that they don’t want to talk about or can’t.

An attentive person can read such patterns whereas an inattentive person will dismiss them or become angered by them.  Everyone has their closet and some, through time and experience, allow the contents to air so that they may be refreshed.  Then again, one would require recognition of such closet contents to be able to air them.  What happens if one recognizes it not and the monster continues its snore unabated?  Unrecognized?

Could it be that it is not so much that a void has to be filled?  I really don't know.  However, if I had to guess, I think it would be more at ridding oneself of baggage that has yet to be claimed. Yes.  Perhaps that is it.  ~ Maggie ~ May 9, 2009 @ 7:05 p.m. EST

ME~

Me look unto I as I do not recognize I.  Gaze.  Ah there!  Yes.  Beneath the curtain lies the being.

Screaming in silence is always the loudest and the echoes reverberate and can shake one to their core.  No one knows what veils one wears or why.  Smiles alight and show not what factors haunt.  Nonetheless, one screams until they cry and then tend to themselves quietly–kindly and lovingly.  Compartments are made for storage of such volumes which gather dust over time yet the compartment is never forgotten nor are the volumes that are stored within.  They serve as a reference point.  Refer back to chapter 26 in book 9 which is housed on self 8 in room 1.  Ah!  It says I lived! I now leave this volume to you. ~ Maggie ~ May 6, 2009 @ 6:38 p.m. EST 

Noise...

Shocked grass electric dance
Steps that appear and do not lead
Here nor there
Dots of light bounce
Each holding packets
Contents vast
Dots connect but are moving
Spilling contents while containing them
Colors, images, sound...

Sound...
While thinking, there is great noise.  Is thinking an intention on the part of the thinker?  What is the intention of an idea?  Where do supposed random thoughts/ideas come from?  What if the idea(s) as thought cannot be verified by any empirical method?  What if at this level it is just a time of gathering?  A harvest per se.  Silence screams loudly, but not as loudly as the noise.

Books calm the noise but create their own noise in the silence that seems to be only to others.  No one but me hears it.  The silence is only noted by me when I stop reading and take note that THAT sound has ceased and the great noise arises again.  Video to sleep drowns out the noise. ~ Maggie ~ May 4, 2009 @ 2:06 p.m. EST

This was sent to me by a friend from another site and I share it with you.  Of course I could not let well enough alone and had to look up the author.

I just want to share this with a very interesting individual. :)
And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking."
And he answered, saying:
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.
The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.
And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.
And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered
When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more. ~ Khalil Gibran

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khalil_Gibran

Untitled

spell be bound to alpha
bet
in omega shall it be set          
in words or verse of types of rhyme
to type away into a line
by a line what can it be
that makes “I” think that I “C”
what Roman numeral is cast to thee
no scent to linger eternally
for what is it the capitol seeks
when traders are traitors
naught is what it might be
if thou art open capitally
thee will drown in the sea
the weight of gold won’t set thee free ~ Maggie ~ April 26, 2009 in the p.m.

HYPERSPHERES?

I have not gotten very far in my book entitled HYPERSPACE by Michio Kaku.  It is not that I read slow, but more at I run what I see in my head.  When I got to the part about LIVING IN CURVED SPACE, Dr. Kaku states:

    If we look ahead, light will circle completely around the small perimeter of the hypersphere and return to our eyes.  Thus we will see someone standing in front of us with his back facing us, a person who is wearing the same clothes as we are.  We look disapprovingly at the unruly unkempt mass of hair on this person’s head, and then remember that we forgot to comb our hair that day.

     Is this person a fake image created by mirrors?

Not for anything, but mirrors lie and what you should see it the back of your head.  I have run this experiment in various ways and no matter how it is run, the image is not correct.  Let me first start by saying what you see in the mirror is backwards.  This is easy to see if you have wording on your shirt.  Why do you not appears as backwards as the words?  Now, if you create a non-mirror image of yourself, that too is not correct as when you go to touch dirt on your face or a mislaid strand of hair on your head with that view, you touch the wrong side.

Let's go one step further.  In natural mirror image when you raise your right hand you can touch your right hand and it will be equal even if wrong.  If another individual is in front of you, should they not act like a reflection?  However, when you both raise your right hands you will oppose each other.  Why can't we oppose self?

When two or more people looking in the mirror side by side or in back of one another, the image will be equal, but still backwards.  Why is it then when looking at another, you oppose them?  If you took a photo of yourself in non-mirror form and then went to shake your own hand, it would be wrong as your right hand would be seeking the shake of your left hand as the image is in negative form.  Where then is true self?  If another were to stand behind me or in front of me or even at my side, we would be equal and operating in the same manner and not be in opposition.  This is interesting is it not?

Based on this information, is Dr. Kaku talking about a “fake image created by mirrors?”  The images would also apply to "hyperdoughnut"  I ask because he states that this effect would occur in a hypersphere/hyperdoughnut.  Should I refer to my interest in round time? ~ Maggie ~ April 21, 2009 @ 3:23 p.m. EST

NOTE:  My photo album contains mirror experiments that were run several years ago.

ADDENDUM:  If you really want to see what you look like in true form, stand behind a forward image of yourself, however, the image must be a FILM NEGATIVE taken by any camera which produces a NEGATIVE. When you are looking through the back of your head, you see you correctly. Your right and left arms will perfectly match. A regular photo or painting of self will oppose self and it too will not be an accurate REFLECTION. If you stood in front of a photo of you, find your right arm and note the problem.  Now how do you see yourself?  You really can't.

A Story Or A Truth?

In the not too distant past (several years ago), I had been minding my own business within my own home when there came a knocking at my door.  The woman who stood before me was asking to speak to the owner of the store and house.  As the store was mine, and please do note the past tense, I was the owner.  However, at the time the woman came searching, the store she sought had not been in existence for a few years and the sign had long been discarded.  I told the woman that I was the owner of the store that is no longer in existence and that I am the owner of the house.  She told me that I was not and insisted that I tell her of the owner.  It should also be noted that the type of store I had is a dime a dozen store and so many more are in existence, why did she come looking for the naught?  Try as I might to convince the seeker that I was in fact the woman she sought, I could not do it.  Alas, a thought came upon me and I asked “Are you looking for a fat bitch?  Do come in as I would like to ask you if this is whom who seek.”  The woman did come in and did look at the photo whose head I had removed, but whose body lies on my fridge in remembrance.  She looked long and hard at it and another thought came upon me.  My I.D.s of then and now.  Upon the looking she seemed startled.  Granted I can’t quote her nor truly quote myself, but I can say that she stated that I altered myself into a different person that she would not have recognized and did not recognize.  She did recognize the woman whose ID I had and whose name is mine because we are one and the same.

She called her husband from the car and as they both approached my door, I asked them what do they know of zeros, circles, and eights.  Perhaps to anyone else entering my home the words might have rung as rather strange, but these individuals were content in my question.  He spoke more than she as we sipped our coffee.  He told me that our voices will be heard in space one hundred years from now.  He also mentioned that we are the cup and the contents (if speaking of the holy grail) and that the arch of the covenant box was empty.  We spoke of electric conduction as well.  As I am not religious, I did not take it as such nor did I feel he was bringing it forth as such.  Being that the whole situation of Doris and her husband coming to a place that no longer existed and to a woman who was not the same as last remembered was odd in itself.  Another thing he stated was that I should spread the word.  Mind you, I had been.  

On this night I truly questioned my sanity and called a friend in tears explaining what had happened.  What I have failed to mention here is that while I was sitting with them at the table I was also above and looking down at what seemed like a honeycomb whose activity seemed strange in the cell.  The cell were we sat was charged with light while the others were dim.  I was in two places at once.  I can’t even tell you what form I was.  To describe the way it appeared to me may seem odd, but what other way can I tell what I saw except to tell what I saw.  Perhaps now you can understand why I would question my own sanity at that point. 

You may wonder if I felt myself leave my body and I will tell you NO.  I was in both places.  My body was seated in a chair across from Doris’ husband and she was seated to my right.  When first I was above I saw the sitting of us as though I were on the ceiling.  However, I went higher to view in cell form this activity and how it looked from afar.  It was not an intentional move on my part, but this is what happened.

A similar experience happened when an angry man with guns told me how bad he was.  We altered our states and questioned the validity of what happened as it did not seem real to either one of us.  His name was Nicholas and I was at work when this happened. 

All this started because of incoming numbers several years ago.  What do you do when you really stink at math?  You play it out with your eyes open and question everything.  Now it does not seem odd to create and speak about it as best as I can to those who are open.  A few words on the wind brings forth conversation from real people in real life who are experiencing similar things.  If only I could with all I could muster bring to story or art the things that I see, but I could never do it justice nor might it be understood.

Why this is finally making it to virtual paper at this point is beyond me.  This is a TRUE STORY.   ~ Maggie ~ April 20, 2009 @ 9:40 p.m. EST

Tri monad neo eon/aeon

TRI to think MONAD in NEO ONE EON

Tri as eye mite smaller not aye bee
When an eon is not neon
How bright will we see?

Monad, Dyad, and Triad
Ogdoad Ad Infinitum
Ennead Ad Infinitum
Zero is not nothing but is Ad Infinitum at Uroboros

Imagine looking out into what is and upon a pondering it vanishes with thought.  What comes into focus in piecemeal form is that of visions overlaid on the here/now.  When reading things dealing with math, science, biology, et al, I often run experiments in my head and what I see is the making of my vision.  Focused are these that even if I could spill to you what I see, I could not do so in words.  I had once written about not needing bodies as we could produce via thought.  Mere meme replication which is capable of building itself within our world (the thinker) based on all previous knowledge be it personal experience and/or otherwise.  Maybe I am wrong, but what I see in simple form is that even upon a collision, something else arises.  Call it a phoenix if you will which exists in round time. ~ Maggie ~ April, 19, 2009 @ 10:37 p.m. EST

The first line was inspired by my friend Ryan. !Erauqs ton era ew.

SPRING to LIFE~

Ah!  The fresh night air as it hit my face.  I close my eyes to absorb.  The smoke billows upward like an ascending oblong cloud whose movement is refined to that of choreographed spiral steps in tune with the sparks.

The sparks, as they escape the main flame, intertwine to mime that of braided snakes making liquid way in lakes whose stones are but the stars.

Black is the blanket whose cover looms above holed with the rocks’ glimmer.  I did not spy the moon.

Hail to the awakening whose spirit sores upon the birth.  Smoke and fire are mere representations of the burning within of life and all that is.

Masterful is the art of becoming
Over and over again
New...
Where lies the dawn when the dawn is not what it seems?
Where is it that the wind blows and the ribbons fly to spin only to intertwine becoming one? ~ Maggie ~ Penned on 3/20/09 @ 7:35 p.m. EST

Having not spied the moon, I looked across the four corners searching it out only to find the hollow glow of fictitious lumination seeming like water drops on a solidly painted black water colored work.  Haze screaming in not so violet rays that decay transfer, but what if...

I am looking for the grandma--seeing the smoke and sparks ribbon their way up into the new night and I am thought of.  Yes.  A gift from a sweet woman arrives warm and with warmth of heart and contents.  Also too comes the gift of healing.  I can breath better and my mouth is not as taunt due to swelling.  To the left he drew it out and of the right he healed.

Speaking to the wind and calling to the moon...love is... ~ Maggie

Man Made~

Raindrops on concrete
Grass breaks through well fed
Sky glow radiates growth
Breaking and cracking that which keeps it covered
Not allowing for breath
MAN MADE!
The mother knows it is not of her doing
To cover the child so that the child is smothered and lifeless
Although small and seemingly insignificant
A blade of grass is mightier than concrete
Only man creates the lifeless
Where is our NATURE of honor or our HONOR of nature? ~ Maggie ~ Penned 3/20/09 in the p.m.

Mutoscope Girl~

See past me – see into me.  I am you and you are me.  We volley with story and each time we elaborate on the scene.  I don’t know the writer and he does not know me, but together we are creating.  Thus far from words a being of a deaf girl has sprung from the snapshots of an old flip card movie machine thereby leaving a glitch in the movement of the moving picture.  She now sits on his table asking for a name.  Within this photo the young lady grows younger.  How will she hear her name or come out of the confines of the card to be a real being breathing and touching–being touched by the life that someone gave to her.  No longer limited to the still stance within the shot nor does she have to wait for the movement of the machine’s crank by a stranger’s hand to flip the shots so that she rises from her sitting position.  What is in a name for this black and white creature who calls aloud–NAME ME!  I wonder if she has risen from her perch to move about freely and if so, has he seen her do so?  I see her clearly and see her perched, but perhaps he sees her other than I do.  After all, she sprung forward to him asking to see the future.  What can he tell her?  In a way we are breathing life into something/someone that wasn’t, but who now is.  She now asks questions. ~ Maggie ~ Penned March 3, 2009 @ 1:20 p.m. EST

 What is a Mutoscope

The Children~

I hear the dialogue of children gaily playing a storytelling game.  Each are discussing what they are and where they are going.  Many laughs are heard, but in the youth of the tone, I cannot say of what sex they are.  Perhaps it matters not.  Do I really need to know?  Not really.  I am so enjoying listening to them talk, laugh, and make noises to simulate a noise that cannot otherwise be made.  I see them rather like shadows than solidity amongst the tall grass.  Of their movement winding through the fabric of my mind they raise their arms upward as they weave along in the folly.  Do they know I watch them and hear them from this place?  Even though they are mostly shadows, the grass, sky, odd flowers, clouds, and the scent of the sweet summer breeze are vivid to my senses.  This strange movie like scene plays on almost beckoning me to come and join the fun.  How, pray tell, do I find my way to what seems so close and so real?  I am me watching them from here to elsewhere.  If the leap could be made into the grass' height where shadow children play, would another hear us and watch us while hoping to play along?  As there are only two at this moment, should I jump, how many will be playing when the sun finally sets?  Where shall the children call home? ~ Maggie ~ Penned March 3, 2009 @ 12:55 p.m. EST

Wandering The Night

In figment of imagination
Dark stark landscape lies before me
Showing its fog rising with the night
Moon-glow like a translucent disk suspended
Hazed over in head
Wondering endless meadows in endless towns
Seeking
The doors open and close as people peer into the night
Sensing...seeing a stranger amongst them
To none am I familiar
None are familiar to me
Casting my cloak tightly around me and
Holding steadfast to my hood
My feet embark onto cobblestones
Hearing my step, I note a city it would seem
Whose harbor grows dim
Candles on the small as dawn approaches
Looking east I catch a glimpse
As sky brightens with a cast ever so slightly of color
Yet the fog has not lifted its evening shroud
I know not where I go, but shall go whence I came
Returning to my starting spot
Alas, the sun must not find me
What seemed endless time in passing this night
Finds me back at base in an instant
Upon the rising of the sun
I am no longer in this space ~ Maggie ~ Penned March 3, 2009 @ 11:00 a.m. EST

Running....

Having read the book by Roger Penrose (The Emperor’s New Mind) and comprehending in abstraction, I see the abstract thoughts connecting the dots much like he noted and as I previously noted as well. Thoughts are immense and ideas can pop into being and thus become (manifest).

Not that long ago, but some time before reading this book, I had proposed on You Tube via a comment response on one of my videos that in order to relay certain ideas it would only be possible through direct mind transfer. Of course I do not speak of a digital chip or anything outside ourselves that is made by man to cause such a link to express what words cannot.

Yes, thoughts can defy words and language is problematic in that way. The abstract that branches forth would fill volumes and attention spans are short. What I speak of is not mind invasion by one to another, but more so an exchange made via free will of information through images of which can be shut down while being adjusted by the thinker and again opened for further share.

Linguistics can come into play if necessary, but at the mind level of abstract communication, words would lose much. Of course if discussion is sought based on the data, it would be great to HEAR the person’s voice. When clarity is not had for some reason, idea or perspective can once again be SHOWN via thought transfer.

Flash cards simply up for a moment in time
Held in mind suspended
Called upon – WAKE!
Rays of light beam to show the paths
Circled around you and each showing a direction
Choose based on what you see at the end
Note that each path has branches and thus forks out
Leaving way for many more decisions
Again circled showing the directions
However, go based on what you see at the end
Is there an end?
Per se you stop walking the path and stood in bare silence upon the ray
Is that in itself a conscious direction?
Did you not have to use your free will and conscious effort to stop, look, and ponder?
Should you choose to stay and/or ponder or just stay
Again I ask is this the end?
If you indeed say this is the end then what are you doing in the future?
Have you not arrived?
What now say you upon your arrival?
Is this the end or the beginning?
Do you see the circle once again? ~ Arachne ~ Penned March 1, 2009 @ 12:01 p.m. EST

8 Months Ago:

If we are capable of creating the infinite within our minds, would that not be our reality? If a brain were left suspended would it know time in the way we know it or would it envision time to be? In reading up on John Nash, he was off elsewhere in a schizophrenic state, but his mind was GENIUS. His reality was different. Therefore could it be said that those labeled insane see that which we do not and are more open to possibilities of other dimensions? You are pretty damned clear.

Can it be said that we do not see all that we should see because we have become too narrow in scope to see that which is unseen at present? Of course these are just ideas and I am bouncing them around on you. Thoughts of "what if" can be fun. Perhaps that's the child in me. If we asked every individual to define their reality, I think each would have a different view. What is a dream? Decartes thought about dreams and reality. How is one to decide which way to go? Cogito ergo sum, but...

Earlier cultures used their mind and projection for coming year based on past events. People were more in tune with the land, sky, and animals. Agreed, we need to turn back.

Do you think a collective consciousness presently exists? Do you think reverting back to hunter gatherer societies we would be better off socially and environmentally?

If someone is in tune with nature, would that someone want to manipulate it or be in harmony with it?

Primitivism could work as it worked to create us. Wouldn't it be great to learn of all past cultures and history as it is all ours? Are we indeed separated people who are affiliated to nations, races, sexes, or other groups?

If living in TRUE harmony with nature, would it then be necessary to manipulate it? Why alter perfection? What would be the basis for manipulation?

All things are possible, but it is the probability that needs to be examined. Primitivism is going back to hunter/gatherer. Large homes are not needed and neither is our communication methods as it drives people farther apart than closer together. Even those living in close proximity have an easier time with techno communication rather than face to face. Are we losing something in the process? I would say yes.

As primitivism worked for our ancestors, why would it not work again. Would it not be a more natural process than what we have now? What is "mature communism?"

The brain is strictly physical, however, how does one quantify thought? If the brain were suspended or let's get rid of the brain all together. What if thoughts could be suspended what would reality then consist of? Would it not be a world of our own making? In effect would we not be gods? A brain is only aware of space and time based on observation. If it could not be measured with the senses, would one know the difference? So a schizophrenic's reality is in fact real to them?

Suspend would be maintain thought without a body or perhaps without a brain as the brain itself is organic.

What do I define as real or unreal? That matter would be subjective now wouldn't it.

If what the imagination holds can only be held by self, how would you quantify it? Would it be yours alone or would you use a meme process to generate the idea?

What is the essence and what makes it eternal? I am not being sarcastic as I am enjoying this rely of ideas. I thank you.

Wouldn't essence be our energy? Matter and energy work in harmony within our bodies, but organic matter can decay and the atoms will scatter to create something else. Can our essence decay being that it is electric? Ergo, the eternal/electric is in a constant state of motion. Is it not immortal?

In regard to schizophrenics, their reality is as real to them as ours is to us. Perhaps we are the ones who are not thinking correctly as our minds are fused. What is delusion? Who can say if so called mental illness is really an illness and not another type of being? Why are labels so easily applied and removed at the will of the ruling class? Homosexuality is not an illness nor is BD&SM if one likes it. To regard preference or difference of perceptions as an illness is ill advised.

Why would homosexuality make existence hard at times? Can't two people love one another as they choose? What is diseased and what is perfection?

Based on you statement about delusion, would you say it is a bad thing?

If a group within species is meant to be extinct because it does not reproduce, then that is the natural order. What does not work, ceases to be. The natural order would be a weeding process and no more would be reproduced.

When going the speed of light what time would it be? The brain is also bound by our cranium for protection. However, our thoughts...what about our thoughts? They defy space and time.

Open-mindedness is grand as one can seek out possibilities. One moment is not the same as the last and that goes unrecognized. Being aware of all that is leaves one open to all possibilities. In looking into history, the ideas from centuries ago have become reality today. Someone envisioned it so and thus it came to be. We can do the same, however, would we want more progress as is seen or would we want another level of existence?

Can it then be said that all is virtual?

By virtual I mean that if you looked at a needle or pin microscopically, it is not a point as a true point is virtual as is a line virtually straight and a circle is virtually round.

In regard to virtual, I am referring to the point itself. Under a microscope not too highly magnified, the point is not a point. It is flat. Therefore, the point is only virtual and not real. We cannot see with the naked eye how blunt the instrument is.

I do not believe we simply end. I believe we morph both organically and electronically. The body is organic, but what makes the body work is the electrical impulses within the brain. Can our electric run out or does it escape? What if you were to jar electricity. If you were to break the jar, where would the current go?

"DIE" is a word that bears different meaning to different people. Some think they will lay in the grave until the second coming or will go straight to heaven.

As we are a part of nature and it is a part of us, I believe that we revert back to nature in both organic and electric.

I would like a more expanded version of the "I" and its relation to the eternal.

You are a smart cookie! What would happen if a mutant gene were to enter the gene pool and ALL were born deaf, mute, and blind? How would communication be had? Even if ONE person could read brail and talk, who could hear him/her? How then would communication occur?

People die anyway. It would take a great deal of time for the mutant gene to effect everyone, however, would that not leave the intuition sense more open? Could communication be had through thought? If collectively conscious, mind could relate to mind and pass ideas. When you think do you hear yourself do so?

Intuition is a feeling. You just know what to do. It is a gut instinct that is not based on prior knowledge.

My happiness depends on no such thing. I simply stated ideas. The idea is based on what I see in nature. Is the MIND physical or is the BRAIN physical? MIND is thought and it would be difficult to quantify thoughts.

I don't believe we die in the traditional sense that we cease to be as NOTHING.

Rephrased: How is MIND/THOUGHT quantified? I do not refer to IQ tests either. How can thought be matter? Isn't matter a physical substance? Yes it is. Therefore the mind NOT the brain is something that can't be touched. You could destroy sections of the brain of a live individual, but the individual would still have a mind. Electroencephalography can record electrical activity of the brain. Therefore, can we possibly transmit our waves like those of radio or t.v. waves? Just an idea.

I think we are not understanding each other. Thoughts are quite complex therefore how would you quantify it? Tell me how you would measure 1 year of experience of ONE individual. If you understand how a database works, think of an apple for instance and then branch off on that simple thought can you hold it or measure the amount of ideas associated to it? What makes up the parts of thought on the apple? Can you see them?

Thoughts/ideas are complex and unlimited. What is contained in our mind cannot be held in the physical form as it is virtual. CPUs have terabits now, but the storage capacity is nowhere near ours. Imagine how much you store in 1 month? What about the thoughts, ideas, and memories for a lifetime? How does one measure the thoughts?

Comprehension would build thought and not erase it. If we eliminate autism and focus on what we can comprehend wouldn't that be a building block for further development? I think it would. See if you can not think even for 1 sec. In that second would be thinking I won't think for a second. lol

Is it reasonable to say that we may not know a person's thoughts (all of them), however, it would be possible to connect and understand based on commonalities? Would it then be possible to predict action based on your own thought? Of course a few go rounds may be needed to create a probability ratio.

No I would not see you as a fish, but would my sense of vision convince your sense of thought? That reminds me of something I used to do (yes as a full grown woman). I would close my eyes and say to my friend Bobby "I am invisible because I don't see you." He would laugh as he would see me with my eyes closed. In my mind, I was not there despite hearing him laugh.

A blockage of such can occur when noise is common. For instance, those who live beside a train will stop hearing it after awhile, but those visiting will notice it a great deal.

We see aye to aye. LOL

She:kon~ It is the self which is without color: it is the self that lies beneath the skin. If we look closely at humans and their components, we will find that we are of the earth and thus brothers and sisters. Depth is just a perception. Nia:wa ko:wa kid!

From my understanding we only use 10% of our brain's capacity. Imagine if you will the release of the 90% that we do not use. Those who are not capable of comprehending may cease to exist as that would be an evolutionary process of selection. I seek to see what lies past the scope of the naked eye. I want to see the real reality that is locked out at this moment in time. To some it would be considered surreal. I have written something in regard to this matter and I will forward it to you.

Agree with body and surroundings. The physical body would not have to alter nature, the physical body would have to alter itself through adaptation or evolution. It may still be necessary to dress according to climate. One would not walk around in a fur if hot out and one would not be naked in the cold. If two individuals and switched their environments such as an Eskimo moving to South America and a South American moving to the Arctic you they would have to become acclimated.

Please explain how thoughts are physical? Also explain how without time one would not have thought. What does one have to do with the other? If we experienced a big crunch at this moment in TIME, rather than the big bang that we experienced in the past, would time still exist? Also, where would our electric/thoughts go? Would it/we be in the antiverse?

Do you really think that we went from primitivism to capitalism? I agree with you in regard to the conquest of Europe by Romans and religion. Global anarchy would be ideal, however, we would have to agree to stay in a constant state of anarchism or to create a new system without money, religion, and concrete. I just threw that in for good measure. lol

Change yes. A constant state of motion is energy and even the stars and galaxies experience it just as we do. The combinations and possibilities are endless. That is part of the beauty of life. We are as eternal as all things even if in the negative. PEACE MAN! You make me use my noodle.

We are just having a rap session. Imagine what goes on in a genius' head? Gee, I would love to be inside that cranium watching their neurotransmitters go off. I am geek. lol

Rid one's self of thought? Ideas are thought so your statement does not seem valid. Even using one's will requires thought. The things that do not require thought are autonomic. You mention "seeing" and "new idea being planted. These are things that do require thought. If you can prove otherwise, I would love to hear of it.

I understand that reality is what the observer perceives. However, if not observed then what? When observed waves are particles, when not they are waves.

Can you be sure there is not anti-verse? As Stephen Hawkins explained, you would not know the difference as anti- would then be called uni.

Me thinks you should explore T-symmetry. A big crunch is exactly the opposite of a big bang.

Stephen Hawkins did say that. I am really not thinking of us as going from old to young and then out of existence or from broken to fixed. I made a thought error. If the universe were to contract instead of expand, were would we go and how would we go? Would we too be altered in some manner? I bet your imagination could think up wild dimensions if you thought about it. :-)

The cells in your body would have reason for adaption. It is called survival. However, it would not be reason such as thought that would make it so. The mind can create glorious things from scratch with a good imagination. Can you explain "genetically modify things..." What do you mean?



If you could, please explain in abstract what consciousness is. Do you believe it to be linear? Why language change? Do we not transfer information at will and is it not understood for the most part? Would only a fool not ask to understand if comprehension is not rightly had? Would they then in effect be a "yes" person with no clue?


The universe is still expanding. However, it is entropic. Is the universe in fact chaotic now? If thought is a creation, who is to say that it can be lost to time and space as thoughts without real sense receptors would not know time or space.

A head injury should not change who you are. I am glad you still have the same spirit. There was a woman who was used as an experiment at The Allen Memorial Hospital by Dr. Donald Ewen Cameron and her memories were erased. However, upon release she was still herself even without the memories. She was part of the MK-ULTRA experiments. It is great that we do not in fact lose ourselves even when erased.

1 Month Ago:

Why can't you explain what you think? Is it because in a way it is abstract and perhaps defies words? What if we were to transfer information via thought? There are many ideas that I have in my head only I can't seem to draw them out and the only way I could possibly share the information is for someone to plug into me to see what I see in my head. Sure I can explain in my language to the best of my ability, but much is lost as there are no words for some of what I think and visualize.

Have all done so? What about 3rd world countries? Do we all read the same twist on history? Have we all been affected by it? I think we have. Do you think we can change our conditions within self?

What if you can't see and are deaf. How would you then form a thought? Would you in fact still form thoughts? What would those thoughts be like and how would they be explained to someone who is not in the same sensory shoes?

3 Months Ago:

Could the wrongs be a result of negative thinking? Why would machines need to be incorporated with organic matter such as brain? However, the brain is just the organic house of electric thought. Can one quantify every thought? Are thoughts random or is that what we are led to believe? A problem is solved via thinking so effect is made. Is the effort and effect then random or planned? The computer is programmed and is limited. We can crack our own program and be unlimited if we wish.

IQ tests are skewed to specific areas of knowledge. Many can conceptualize beyond the test limitations. Therefore, would those IQs be an accurate form of representation for those who lack education, yet have understanding? Can you know with utmost certainty what someone is going to say as each is an individual with individual ideas and perceptions. Should that be dismissed? What of those with high IQ ratings, how would they fare in street smarts of which they are not accustomed? Ratio?

What would suppress your mind? Do we not have control over our own minds and are we not aware that what chains we bear are of our own making? How can thinking too hard cause death? What is a wrong thought in your opinion? Who causes/allows depression and who cures it? Introspection using total and absolute truth will free all chains and allow one to see the core of self both in yin/yang. Joy comes from understanding who you are and your relationship to all that is.

That would depend on the thinker and their ability to convert negative situations to positive ones. We learn through experience and at times the experience can seem harsh, however, it will later present itself as a stone within the foundation of knowledge and strength IF one allows for the recognition of the lesson learned.

Body builders and brain activity...hum. HA HA HA! I am stereotyping and that is not good. Who is to say that ALL body builders do not think or exert their imagination?

1 Month Ago:

You get it don't you? It lies in the place where words alone are not enough. One would have to have the ability to transfer mind images that cannot be adequately written in literal form although it can be transmitted rather figuratively with diagrams and picturesque images painted for the viewer with somewhat understandable words and or sounds. LOL Thanks for the comment. Peace out. :-)

2 Weeks Ago:

It is easier for people to be told what to do than for them to think for themselves. Would you agree? I do enjoy using my MIND as the mind is not really the matter such as the grey and white of brain matter. A brain can be weighed, but how would one QUANTIFY the amount of thought(s) or memories we have? Whoot!

Run this little experiment in your head/paper to semi-see your thought process. Think of 1 thing and then write down all the things associated with that 1 thing or how you got to that one thought. As you are associating, see how many branches each bring you. If you include body function used while you think, account for those too as the mind gets you there. Do you have a large sheet of paper? Thoughts are electric. Can the processes be weighed or quantified in reality?

You would probably find the end in an abstract way within your mind, but perhaps not on paper. The senses feed the brain information via signals, but the mind creates the interpretation as all comes in degrees and our perception of the degree with vary from that of another. We could always TELL another what it is and stop them from thinking. LOL Are we doing them a favor?

Do you really think that we do not confront dissonance? What makes it a cold system? What chemicals do you refer to? Does a thinker think about consequences/benefits in abstract mode running all possible scenarios based on present/prior knowledge? Do you think laws of probability are used?

Do the pious or racists use reason or are they PROGRAMMED? Do they understand what they defend? We are built like machines, but at the same time our mind directs us and that is not something a REAL machine can accomplish with understanding. I now understand the chemicals you mean. Do you know how to adjust moods? Abstract is non linear thought. Good go on LoP.

1 Week Ago:

Do you have any idea as to why they think/behave as they do? What purpose does it serve? All things serve a purpose in one form or another. Mood adjustment in regard to depression of which I used to suffer in clinical form for years can be discarded by thinking alternatively and adjusting behavior patterns. You would be surprised what you can do with yourself. LOL


There is a little trick that I failed to mention. You will need to face all your inner demons in order to understand how they came to be. Once you know, you have a key for the next door...it is called the changing closet where you morph into the person you want to be INSIDE as well as OUTSIDE. It is not easy, but it can be done.

An inner demon does not have to be a literal demon, but it is something with you that you have not come to terms with yet. That does contribute to depression. You can be god. You have the power to create and destroy. The choice is yours and the paths are as infinite or as finite as you make them. We are our own gods.

2 Weeks Ago:

I am reading a book by Roger Penrose called the Emperor's New Mind and in it, he too states that computers can't and will not be able to think as we do because we UNDERSTAND what we think and if we don't understand, we have the capacity to understand. A program is only as good as the programmer. If you did the little experiment, can you imagine trying to program a machine to do what you did?

Pandora’s Box

What is in a name? Ah, Pandora! Peter Peaches had so kindly given me this name sometime back, and perhaps he was onto something he saw in the future. There is something about Greeks and me. Hum. He once asked me if I would teach someone something that we were discussing. The question was geared at getting what I wanted by creating it myself to my own liking. At the time the thought had not entered my mind and upon contemplation the idea seemed ludicrous. Today I do not believe it to be so.

Perhaps I have not taught per se, but it might be perchance that a slight molding might have been done or some cat was loosened slightly out of its bag. In hindsight, his craft of word may have planted a seed indeed as the conversation is readily memorable. When next he and I speak, I shall state that the name was finally accepted by me on February 21st in the wee hours of the morning. I called it upon myself aloud and thus it became me in the becoming. Thank you Peaches!

I do remember a discussion with Deej in regard to restraints that I had placed on myself and why they were placed. Actually, I still have my words of the conversation with her that note my frustration. Thank you Deej for allowing me to vent my feelings.

Hail! The box has been opened just a wee crack, but me thinks it is enough to fling it wide open and throw it to the floor. Circumstances can align like perfectly placed dominos. In the precision of placement it would only take one strike to make them all fall down.

Will Sunday afternoon find me with lobster tails or filet mignon sporting some Kolinsky sable brushes from British Blueprint? I have yet to decide what is on the menu and where I shall spend my time. Alas, decisions.

In the wheel of life the possibilities and probabilities are endless if you deem them so. One just needs to deem them so. ~ Maggie ~ February 26, 2009 @ 2:00 a.m. EST

Where lies the idiom?

Oh what tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive. ~ Sir Walter Scott

Where lies the ayes that see
In state of grace's writing
But for worth of dual?
Truth be told,
Glance me once I feel...
Naught, but aye!
When expressions go unsupported
Words resorted and distorted lie low
Lo!  Recognition my cognition!
I glance per chance to see
Patterns!
When a set does not quite match
Of the mouth or hand dost hatch
What lies a trap might snatch
When all is watched as a batch
Perhaps it thought I should not catch
On the surface without a scratch!
Ten point demerit for the lash
Do I think there was a clash?
Perhaps I did jump up to bash
Balderdash!
When once swinging from a sash
The hangman’s noose is but a dash
From things I hold within my cache
The spider’s meal of meat is hash
Of a potato I did smash/mash ~  Maggie ~ February 25, 2009 @ 6:44 p.m. EST

Sometimes there is an art to it.  Sometimes there is not. The dark side will always be within me as it is within YOU. YOU being whomever reads this. To deny a dark half is to deny truth. Light and dark co-exist. To know one is to know the other.  To deny is to lie.

Reflection...A dialogue in fiction~

I did love you, but alas I am now but a reflection of you.  The image (behavior) you have shown me is now MINE.  I claim it in words and deeds.  What matter would it be if the mirror reflected back to you what you portray?  Should the image looking back at you be more than what you yourself contain?  Me thinks not.  Granted, there are mirrors that reflect back greater than what is and that is rewarding and inflating to you is it not?  However, how pretentious is it?  In the end, what is gained in the reality of it all?  Might I say that fools CHOOSE not to see reality and I am no fool.

Is there anything lost?  Am I losing anything?  NO.  What was given was given freely of my free will.  I only rescind what is in my power and right to rescind.  Adjustments have been made along the way in this learning experience, but in truth I saw the light from the start in the form of “warning” signs.  My journal verifies all as does the analysis.  In my free will, the blind eye (which is not really blind, but was more at feeling things out) is open and has spoken.  In my focus, I stated TRUTH and only truth.  When a behavior is detrimental, change the behavior pattern.  When a behavior goes unrewarded, cease the behavior.  Why be self defeating?  It is dumb to be so.  Adaption and/or self-modification are handy tools in this lovely game of life.

Over all, at least I can say “I care” for you just as much as you care for me.  As only you know how much you care for me, you now have a gage in which to assume my care.  Rest assured that I will equal you.  That being said, have you lost anything? 

In the end, all things being equal, you will have to live with the reflection in the mirror and the true reflection is that of SELF when looking past the image.  Images are illusions and that is my firm belief as what lies without is not necessarily what lies within.  ~ Maggie ~ February 16. 2009 @ 8:07 p.m. EST.