Austin .... How did you create this within five minutes of my post ????
You must think in rhyme ???
Your a Poet
& I knowit
cheers mate ... greg
__________________ 'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both' ... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
Rajinder ... for you ... an example of random evolution in action .. as opposed to design ... only discovered around 1990 !
The Unseen Forest
An unseen "forest" of microscopic beings fills the upper 200 meters of ocean, exerting an influence on this planet every bit as profound as the forests on land. The diverse phytoplankton species inhabiting the ocean's surface waters--which mainly consist of single-celled cyanobacteria, diatoms and other kinds of algae--form the base of the marine food web.
They account for roughly half the photosynthesis on the earth, remove nearly as much carbon dioxide from the atmosphere as all land plants, and supply about half the oxygen we breathe. Without the activities of these free-floating plantlike organisms, atmospheric carbon dioxide levels would triple.
That phytoplankton could accomplish so much with so little recognition from the general public is surprising [see "The Ocean's Invisible Forest," by Paul Falkowski; Scientific American, August 2002]. Even more remarkable, scientists had no idea which microbial species performed the bulk of these vital functions until 15 years ago, when Sallie W. Chisholm of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Robert J. Olson of the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution and other collaborators discovered marine cyanobacteria from the genus they later named Prochlorococcus.
They are the smallest and most numerous photosynthetic organisms known and arguably the most plentiful species on the earth, responsible at times for more than half the photosynthesis in the seas. Cyanobacteria such as Prochlorococcus were the planet's first oxygen-producing creatures and are, in a broad sense, the ancestors of all higher plants.
__________________ 'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both' ... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
Oblivion makes the most sense because that is where I came from.
Reincarnation makes the most poetic justice.
Heaven or Hell ? Who knows ?
Maybe its a belief system and whatever you believe happens. i.e. If you believe in Heaven and believe you deserve that, then thats what happens. If you believe in reincarnation, then thats what happens, etc.
The post was coincidental—it took many hours to think about and compose, but thanks for giving answers of accidents before I even asked. You must have quantum thinking! Or we are on the same wavelength, carried halfway around the world by some EM waves from your job.
The post was coincidental—it took many hours to think about and compose, but thanks for giving answers of accidents before I even asked. You must have quantum thinking! Or we are on the same wavelength, carried halfway around the world by some EM waves from your job.
Dear Austin, Prof and Graybeard:
Michael and I had a related communication, about 'instanaeity' (no more 'speed', but rather a timeless event of direc communication for which there is no known explanation):
Profound thoughts are faster than light. - 06-02-2007, 03:43 AM
Quote:
Originally Posted by mkirkpatrick Imagine that if you were an astronaut and that you had landed on a planet say
in the solar system of Proximi Centuri our nearest star,outside of the sun,and that you needed some vital information,and that you needed it in order to return to the earth,well you would almost certainly be in for a long wait,because even at light speed,a two way conversation would take eight point four years,by that time you would no likely be dead.But if the communication was mind to mind,via telepathy,then communication would be instantanous,and be of much greater use,for mind to mind communication cancels out time and of course space,which is not that surprising,as they do not exist in the first place.compared to thought light would move at a snails pace,if at all?Time and space areall illusions,and soon this fact,and fact it most certainly is,will be universally accepted and then we will be that much closer to what Is.And move away from that which is not.
kind regards,michael.
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Dear Michael:
There's a lot more to this (consciousness being instantaneous) but for the moment this is what I could locate in google:
The highly coordinated movements of flocks of birds or schools of fish are among ... These "maneuver waves" could move in any direction through the flock, ... www.straightdope.com/mailbag/mflockswoop.html - 12k - Cached - Similar pages - Note this
Check out the rest of these posts at your leisure. There's more information on it but for the time being this is all I could locate.
Thanks for the usual inspiration.
Regards, RP
__________________ (George Berkeley, 1710) ... lay the beginning in a distinct explication of what is meant by thing, reality, existence: for in vain shall we dispute concerning the real existence of things, or pretend to any knowledge thereof, so long as we have not fixed the meaning of those words.
"All things come out of the one and the one out of all things." - Heraclitus "Reality is an illusion - albeit a persistent one." - Einstein "Particles give me a headache." - Ibid
Dear Rascal ... I believe that all these things can be explained by simple mechanical processes.
Its just that the hand is quicker than the eye. Hi speed filming shows that the communication between the individuals acting in 'unison' is not instant but delayed between each individual.
The proof is that our travelling BBC correspondent, Mr MaKirk, a proponent of instantaneous communication, has signally failed to submit correspondence to this forum other than by the relatively slow speed of light. And only then from various far flung internet cafes. Hey Michael, are you reading this as I type ?
cool bananas ... greg
__________________ 'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both' ... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
Hadda go and bust my Bohr model of the solar system, eh?
I'll see about catching up on the latest research.
Regards,
- RP
__________________ (George Berkeley, 1710) ... lay the beginning in a distinct explication of what is meant by thing, reality, existence: for in vain shall we dispute concerning the real existence of things, or pretend to any knowledge thereof, so long as we have not fixed the meaning of those words.
"All things come out of the one and the one out of all things." - Heraclitus "Reality is an illusion - albeit a persistent one." - Einstein "Particles give me a headache." - Ibid
Dying in the shadow of the minaret,
Old Khayyám faces death without regret.
The Bird of Time lands, the evening winds murmur;
Omar savors the glow of his last sunset.
Old Khayyám reclines on the grass, near death.
The Dark Angel arrives and to him saith:
Drink one last deep draught from Life’s precious cup.
Omar smiles and sips, then breathes his last breath.
The Angel of Light found Omar to bless,
And said: Khayyám, I must soon repossess
Your clay, so, let us drink to your success!
He drank and smiled, then met Life’s last caress.
Like the rose, Omar Khayyám came hither
From the earth, blossomed, and showed his flower
With charm, color, and beauty—till to earth
His petals floated downward to wither.
Omar as a tulip was like a cup,
Looking up to take his Heavenly sup.
He happily quaffed the wine of life, then
To earth he was inverted, all used up.
Sad Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
They all came, led by their tears and sorrow,
To mourn old Khayyám: Hail, cheer, and farewell!
You took from death ALL that life could borrow.
Farewell to the starry skies that he knew—
Oh, heaven, your eyes will soon rise anew,
And will search for him all over the earth,
But never find him, for he’s bid adieu.
Old Khayyám has gone to where no one knows:
He’s buried far beneath the winter snows;
Yet, his voice through the centuries echoes,
And still the summer blossoms with the rose.
Across Khayyám’s gravestone blows the simoom,
Carrying forth Omar’s Persia-fume;
Redressed by the translator’s costume,
It’s remade into Victorian perfume.
The fumes of ageless rhyme from ancient times
Waft from the Persian verses, while some chimes
New are mixed in the spirit of the old,
Deftly transmogrified for Victorian climes.
Through The Quatrains I sense Omar’s Enchantment,
That essence distilled with the translator’s scent.
Recomposed from Khayyám’s verse, dust, and spirit,
The potent elixir escapes interment!
Out of the dust of this world’s gloom and doom,
Drift the spores of Omar Khayyám’s mushroom,
Spreading forth the seeds of wisdom—to whom?
To those who would taste of life, I assume.
Omar’s Persia fumes caught me unawares,
And unveiled Sufi mysteries of theirs:
Eternal spirits re-condensed from
Universal wisdom we’d gained somewheres.
Omar’s Rubáiyát was a revelation—
Seven times I read through every edition.
At last it all became clear: Life is precious!
Thus to its LIVING I made my transition.
Long time, old friend, since you lived and died;
Yet, you taught me wisdom by the fireside,
Led me and mine along the riverside,
And watered our flowers through the springtide.
Many follow the advice that you give,
And enjoy their life by being active,
But others are deaf, dumb, and blind to sense—
You can lead ’em to life but you can’t make ’em live.
In Naishápúr, Persia, rose gardens sing,
Then shed their blossoms at the end of spring.
Likewise, old Khayyám’s earthly splendor flew,
But, still, his Bird of Time lives on the wing.
At Omar’s grave in Naishápúr I see
Blossoms in the dirt, blown from the rose tree.
As I dust my shoes the clay says to me:
Once I was like you, tread softly on me.
Then a few drops I poured onto the ground—
That precious drink of the quatrains profound;
Through the soil it trickled and seeped,
As to his thirsty lips the way it found.
I turn the cup: wine-drops to thirsty lips descend.
Can old Khayyám rise anew? Like spring grass ascend?
Mournful rose petals kiss his grave, hence he a-rose!
Now Omar lives again in the heart of his friend.
Like phantoms in the tomb, the lamps relume.
From promise in the womb, the verses bloom.
The poetic spirit spreads, like perfume,
As he my Book of Quatrains does illume.
Mentor Khayyám, you gave me reason and rhyme
I followed your quatrains, testing them through time;
The real proof of your advice was to live it.
Thanks, Omar—now I write the ones that are mine.
In his flowered bed Omar reposes,
Resting in the earth in peace, one supposes.
Underneath my words and themes on roses
In my quatrain-poems, old Khayyám composes.
I live forever by my words, a poem
Of life, a conscious dream, an immortal gem.
Read me and my verses will come alive;
By living out my words you shall know them.
It is old Omar Khayyám, I presume,
By whose inspiration my themes resume.
Your wine, love, laughter, and song I subsume,
Adding my own thoughts for all to consume.
Your spirit wanders ’long the Persian way,
With an houri, life’s moments drank away
In some sweet wood far from the noise of day
Where with her you yet live, sing, laugh, and play.
There on the summer grass where you made one,
We turned down our cups—the feasting begun:
With earthly food and Heaven’s drink we then
Toasted you—with each other we made ONE.
Rajinder ... for you ... an example of random evolution in action .. as opposed to design ... only discovered around 1990 !
The Unseen Forest
An unseen "forest" of microscopic beings fills the upper 200 meters of ocean, exerting an influence on this planet every bit as profound as the forests on land. The diverse phytoplankton species inhabiting the ocean's surface waters--which mainly consist of single-celled cyanobacteria, diatoms and other kinds of algae--form the base of the marine food web.
They account for roughly half the photosynthesis on the earth, remove nearly as much carbon dioxide from the atmosphere as all land plants, and supply about half the oxygen we breathe. Without the activities of these free-floating plantlike organisms, atmospheric carbon dioxide levels would triple.
That phytoplankton could accomplish so much with so little recognition from the general public is surprising [see "The Ocean's Invisible Forest," by Paul Falkowski; Scientific American, August 2002]. Even more remarkable, scientists had no idea which microbial species performed the bulk of these vital functions until 15 years ago, when Sallie W. Chisholm of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Robert J. Olson of the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution and other collaborators discovered marine cyanobacteria from the genus they later named Prochlorococcus.
They are the smallest and most numerous photosynthetic organisms known and arguably the most plentiful species on the earth, responsible at times for more than half the photosynthesis in the seas. Cyanobacteria such as Prochlorococcus were the planet's first oxygen-producing creatures and are, in a broad sense, the ancestors of all higher plants.
Graybeard, for you, if you take the Unseen Forest as humanities source of oxygen re the breathing process and combine it with the Calcutta 1977 level of Human Existence re humanity living off of Prana Energy from breathing instead of spiritual energy from the soul - you have the reasons for the levels of human suffering - that you experienced in Calcutta in 1977 and now witness all over this present day world !
You have knowingly or unknowingly brought together the "cause" as a creation of the mind (the Unseen Forest ) - and its "effects" i.e. humanities terrible suffering and extreme living conditions created by the "mind" in its efforts to bind - control - and imprison us.
The breathing process is a product of the mind it is Prana or negative energy that imprisons us and keeps us from the souls Pure Energy that will free us.
If you wish put this message in the open forum. IC
[Thanks InfiniteConsciousness ... You have a good point.. greg]
__________________ 'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both' ... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
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