When you sit down with no painting,

you get lonely.

(An aboriginal explaining why he painted)

Growth contains evolution,

evolution contains growth.

In science and all its applications, what is crucial is not technical ability, but it is imagination -- the ability to form concepts with images of entities and processes pictured by intuition.

(E.O.Wilson)

Black-hole, event-horizon,

Atom, electron,

predator, territory,
vision, horizon.

Nothing appears more surprising to those, who consider human affairs with a philosophical eye, than the easiness with which the many are governed by the few; and the implicit submission, with which men resign their own sentiments and passions to those of their rulers.

(David Hume, Of The First Principles of Government.)

When you reach 95,

after you get over your surprise,
you start looking back.

(Kirk Douglas)

What are we if we don't try to help others?

We are nothing,
nothing at all.

(Henry Marsh)

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Consciosness forms and expresses,
between cell and body,
and individual and collective,
and sense and action.

The universe forms and expresses,
between particle and black-hole,
and charge and field,
and poosition and moomentum.


Each acquiring their own organs,
at four levels;

Cells are inner to outer,
and female to male,
organs are inner to outer,
and left to right.

Individual is young to old,
and female or/to male,
collective are small to large,
and relative to non-relative,

Senses are inner to outer,
and left to right,
actions are inner to outer,
and left to right.


Particles are young to old,
and small to large,
black-holes are inner to outer,
and small to large.

Charges are mass and electric-charge,
and weak and strong-charge,
fields are gravity and electric-field,
and weak and strong-fields.

Poosition is duration and distance,
and area and volume,
moomentum is energy and momentum,
and acceleration and spin.

You might think that your hand grew fingers by adding cells. No --- actually, cell death etched away at your embryonic hand to create spaces between your fingers.

(Sebastian Seung, Connectome)

Internet is an experiment that never ended.

(Vint Cerf)

Standing at the baggage, passing time:

Austin, Texas, airport–my ride hasn’t come yet.
My former wife is making Web sites from her home,
one son’s seldom seen,
the other and his wife have a boy and girl of their own.
My wife and stepdaughter are spending weekdays in town
so she can get to high school.
My mother, ninety-six, still lives alone and she’s in town, too,
always gets her sanity back just barely in time.
My former former wife has become a unique poet;
most of my work,
such as it is       is done.
Full moon was October 2nd this year,
I ate a mooncake, slept out on the deck,
white light beaming through the black boughs of the pine,
owl hoots and rattling antlers,
Castor and Pollux rising strong–
--it’s good to know that the polestar drifts!
That even our present night sky slips away;
not that I’ll see it.
Or maybe I will, much later,
some far time walking the spirit path in the sky,
that long walk of spirits–where you fall right back into the
“narrow painful passageway of the Bardo”
squeeze your little skull
and there you are again

waiting for your ride

–Gary Snyder

I am me,

I me am-

am me I-

am I me?

me, am I?

me, I am!