another insane theory...

Ever thought that there was a better way to protect the the skin cell from the harmful rays of the sun then to produce something that attracts the suns rays? Well I thought that too and by the way melanin is the compound that makes skin dark and helps protect the nucleus of a cell from the suns radiation. Well it seems that this pigment does more then just protect your cells it seems that it has a sort of photosynthetic quality. Yes melanin creates some sort of energy it seems for fungi and helps them grow. No that is not the interesting part, the interesting part is that it does not use sunlight parse but ionized radiation. I came into work exhausted because it helps me work and I came up with this idea, and while it may seem like the idea of a delusional person trust that there are some kernals of science in it. What if The out of Africa theory is correct (I say if because this subject is still debated in some academic circles) and we all came from the ancient Africans. What if they are all so dark because they were in some sort of spatial cryo or suspended animation or even long term hibernation and the melanin is what kept their heart beating? Yes I know it sounds crazy but there are a whole bunch of things that make very little sense to me about evolution and one of them is us. Speaking of not making sense what is the evolutionary advantage of genetic predisposition towards altruism or morality?

I now continue to present the possibility that we are descendants of a much older and more ancient civilisation that did not originate here. I think that we are perfectly honed explorers with a perfect mix natural curiosity and self preservation to make us a great colonization species. There are enough adventurous idiots to do and explore and find and fail and die to push forward the knowledge base of the unknown and yet the majority are content to reproduce and die. How in the hell? Anyone care to comment or add to this or call the police and have me committed for my and my families safety/

A letter...

Dear Cindy Sheehan,

You will never read this but I am writing this anyway in the hopes that you one day do. I am not happy that you failed in your cause but I am glad that you stopped. I am sorry that you came to the conclusion that I did before long befor your son ever died. I cannot express my deepest sorrow for you and your recent awakening, or more likly, acceptance of the truth of the death of a soldier. Its all for naught, its all meaningless. Your protests fell on deaf ears from the beginning and peaked the interests of only those who sought to profit from the genuine passion that you had. Now that its exhausted so has your usefullness and you, like so many boys and girls have been cast aside. In the end those in power will lose power and it will slip into the hands of others who have the same goals and different means or maybe the same means but this cycle will continue. You are now in my thoughts and I hope that you find peace with your self and your country. I am glad you are now awake and you can see and hear, welcome to the club. You may not get the reference but no all there is left to do it learn to swim.

"Diesel"

Dont count...

Dont judge your life by the things that you do not have. You will always be unhappy and there is always something that you dont have. To be happy just think about all that you do have.

A theory...

Think of it like who you are is not the real you. Its an expression of something else somewhere else. Like your shadow on a wall or your face in a mirror. You could not verywell open a window with your shadow, just the same way you cannot move an object with your mind. You are not here and unless you make what is here interact with the environment around it. Oh sure you could interact with something there and change things here but the result would not be what you expect it to be because you only know what is here not what is there. That is why when you die you can interact with what is here because you all back there. Once you have been here you can come back but from here you cannot go back there because you have never been there. It would be like trying to find an obscure address in New York from space. You cant see New York but you know its there let alone the address of somewhere you have never been. Yes I am expressing this sorta how I am thinking of it. Please comment and let me know what you think.

Cold lyrics

Everyone came around here
Everyone else got sick
And watched the clock tickin' slowly
Everyone knew the ending
Opened a bag of tricks And stumbled over their own
They blew minds away
Sort of the cripplin just like thunder
And it's gone today
I'm so happy that it's on

It's the end of the world(x4)

Now it's far away
In a hurricane, twisting slowly
Now it's gone today
I'm so happy that it's on

It's the end of the world(x4)

My world, my love, my gun

Now I'm all alone
Kept the pain inside
Wanna torch the world
Cause I'm breathin fire

My world, my love, my gun

The source

I think I am close to the source that I know. I am very special aginst my wishes but in accordance with the will. How about you?

A dangerous thought...

The motto of New College Of Saint Mary "Manners Maketh the Man" which is supposed to be interpreted as such "it is not by birth, money, or property that an individual is defined, but in how he (or she) behaves towards other people." I find it ironic that such an exclusive place of higher learning would have such a progressive motto and be so forward thinking in the 14Th century when it was founded and yet be so far off point now. If you receive the best education at Ivy League school then why is it so discriminating in who it allows to learn there? Should not the best be given to freely to the masses and then let their own inability be the reason they fail? Why don't we "let the cream rise naturally rather then plumbing the depths for the curd and forcing it to rise"? If you knew me when I was a little boy you would have had a hard time thinking that I would grow into the man I am today but I must say that I believe it is truly because of adversity that I am who I am. I am not crazy I am just touching the bare wire of human consciousness and your looking at everyone all at once when you look at me.


How we name our years is part of the problem. Those three zeros in the millennium form a convenient barrier, a reassuring boundary by which we can hold on to the present and isolate ourselves from whatever comes next. Still, there is more to this shortening of the future than dates. It feels like something big is about to happen: graphs show us the yearly growth of populations, atmospheric concentrations of carbon dioxide, Net addresses, and MegaBytes per dollar. They all soar up to form an asymptote just beyond the turn of the century: The Singularity. The end of everything we know. The beginning of something we may never understand.

I think of the oak beams in the ceiling of College Hall at New College, Oxford. Last century, when the beams needed replacing, carpenters used oak trees that had been planted in 1386 when the dining hall was first built. The 14Th-century builder had planted the trees in anticipation of the time, hundreds of years in the future, when the beams would need replacing. Did the carpenters plant new trees to replace the beams again a few hundred years from now?

-Danny Hill

Just to avoid it...

If I told anyone that I knew both the manner and the hour in which I would die it would not matter. You see with something like that it can be written off as crazy until you die and you were right exactly as you said or you don't die in which case you are wrong. The problem is that if your your fucking dead. Post-mortem nothing matters least of all if you were right or not.

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"There are so many worlds, and I have not yet conquered even one."
- Alexander the great