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[SteveA]

Hi, Steve, Mikal and Lw. This picture looks like something I would show in my Time Particle Theory. Yes, I believe the universe is timed and in synchronization.

Yes, that's what appears to tie everything together and logic implies there's nothing to contain/constrain it and so it would be infinite and the most interesting part is that it is very much not a straight line and there's no boundary that could be drawn that it could not pass etc.

Also an smaller infinite thing is still infinite - just like the there are an infinite number of things near the square root of infinity and there's just this cascade of complexity in all forms and things beyond imagination that can be derived from one or even any infinite thing.

[labelwench]

It's one of the most beautiful outside and it looks like a little corner of heaven to me right now.

That may be how it 'looks', but it is not really there in actuality, being only what the Dream chose to present as an apparently and seeming stable scene. Nothing that 'you' think of as really functioning functions, but only that something like a 4-D movie is playing in your mind that is not there either.

Well, Austin, the Dream turned into a nightmare for someone today.

As I headed home from work this morning, it was very dark, the skies leaden and rain had been pouring down most of the night.

Amazing, that while it only 'looked' that way, I got quite wet on the short distance between the store and my vehicle.

As the road climbed out of the valley wherein Whitehorse is situated, the rain turned to wet snow, which combined with the water laying on the road, was 'seeming' to offer resistance to all of the vehicles, which were travelling at greatly reduced speed, an intelligent choice.

I have driven in many conditions and keep my vehicles in good order. By the time I was halfway home, my heartrate was up. The front wheel drive car was being pulled around as the heavy slush got deeper, and I geared down and reduced speed even more.

An on-coming vehicle threw a spray of slush that obliterated the windshield view for a few seconds, and I had to go to 'manual over-ride' as my fight or flight instinct accelerated to pure terror, blinded with oncoming traffic, and the vehicle bucking and slipping like a rank colt.

Driving from my last visual memory for a mere two seconds seemed like a lifetime, but I did remember to breathe and not tense any muscles excepting my brain, which is not a muscle, I know, but can 'get tight' nonetheless.

For the last half of the journey, I was 'one' with my vehicle and the road. Every yard of terrain and oncoming vehicle were enemies, to be dealt with accordingly. I was plugged right in with the RPM's of my engine, now geared down to third, and reactive to every little increase in sound that alerted me that one of my drive wheels was losing traction, that I might react appropriately.

As I passed the junction 3 km from home, someone's nice shiny new truck was upside down in the ditch, having rolled at least once. By the snow accumulating on it, and that it was within view of residences, I presumed my services were not needed, nor could I have easily stopped.

Some idiot in a semi was playing 'king of the road' and driving much too quickly for fast stopping, as the road had turned into a skating rink within a few hundred yards.

I bailed into an alternate access to my subdivision, timing the gaps between oncoming vehicles with the suicide jockey in my rearview mirror.

Plans to go back into town shopping, this being the start of my weekend, have been cancelled.

I greatly fear that someone is going to die today, it's that hazardous out there.

And the interesting thing is, it doesn't look that dangerous, until, like a dream, you are experiencing it, and by then, the dream may be in control...

[austintorn@aol.com]

What can we say but that the Dream wants some terror, suffering, diseases, and so forth. No one can know why, but the Dream goes on, irresistibly. Your willis not your own, for it belogs to the Dream. The consolation is that all that feels real, isn't.

When possible, just sit back and enjoy the view of the destined film.

Wow, I'm really getting into this Truth!

[labelwench]

Your Dream threatens my potential for existence, Austin.

Therefore, I think it best for your Dream and myself to avoid meeting each other.

The Dream needs to experience it's own existence, rather than the vicarious existence of others.

Perhaps the Dream does not know it is a Dream?

What can we say but that the Dream wants some terror, suffering, diseases, and so forth. No one can know why, but the Dream goes on, irresistibly. Your willis not your own, for it belogs to the Dream. The consolation is that all that feels real, isn't.

When possible, just sit back and enjoy the view of the destined film.

Wow, I'm really getting into this Truth!

[austintorn@aol.com]

It's not my Dream, but Mel's.

I tried to get into it for a day to see about its ramifications, only half-seriously.

The Dream is not so.