Barkeep, a special request.

[Meem]

A man enters the pub. He is a writer whom has lost his words. In an effort to find them, he thinks he has to swim up stream. He asks the Bar-keep, tender, mender ... "There is something I wish to know, the theory of everything from everyone but, not quite as how it works be the rules in the pub, nor outside of the pub." He wants to know the theory of everything the people of the pub think will happen in 2012. He wonders maybe this could be the only "drink" in the pub where the third person could speak in the first. How can anything not be possible in the many worlds pub he wonders.

"Barkeep, a round of 2012 your theory of everything that will happen for all the patrons, pardon me if my pockets are empty." He offers any service he is able to do to "buy" everyone a round, or perhaps he has persuaded a round for everyone "on the house?"

Perhaps, he thinks he has heard. "But first tell the barkeep what you think is going to happen." The man leans over the bar and whispers, "something nobody ever thought possible."

[labelwench]

Interesting!


Later, very busy at the moment.

Regards,

Labelwench

[Meem]

Why is it that the human species, for the larger portion of it, seems to be scared of the unknown? Why do we not embrace the unknown with wonder and hope rather than fear and terrible possibility? What exactly does it mean that we are in-fact able to do this? How are we able to do this? What is cognitive, or conscious thought?

What if the "unknown" became "known?" What if aliens said, "while we have a vast technological advantage over you, and are superior in many other ways, we were once like you ... and we wish to help. We don't have all the answers you seek, and we cannot give all the help you would ask for, but we can help." It's really hard for me to imagine how it would all happen, but I would like to think that it would somehow, of course ... I suppose the "human" side of me would also be fearful at the same time, because great wars have raged and come under the guise of peace.

Ancient alien astronauts ... it's seems like a wild concept, but is it really? The hardest thing to imagine is that if something were going to happen, and they could help prevent it, or ... something else ... that they would stand idly by for whatever reason and let it happen. Especially if some of the mysteries of old world architecture are a result of their influence ... or themselves. Why get the ball rolling and watch it roll over the edge. Doesn't seem to make sense to me. Polar change, solar flare, comet/asteroid, climate change, take your pick ... what's going to happen, and is anyone going to help, before or after the train wreck?

[labelwench]

A woman entered the pub, and the bartender greets her with,
"The first one's free if you are willing to share your opinion on what's going to happen in 2012 with this gentleman."

"Guess I'll have to pony up for my own drink. I do not know and I do not engage in wild conjecture on such matters. There certainly are some diverse speculations regarding 2012."

"Such as.....", prompted the man who had introduced the topic?

"None that you don't already know about", she responds.

"Are you at all fearful of the approach of 2012?", asks the man, indicating to the bartender that he should bring the woman a drink.

"Fear is a conditioned response to the unknown, which we face every day, so perhaps, in that regard, I may be," the woman conceeds. "As for the day, date, and time, such only serves to remind me of which actions I have commited myself to, that I might attend to or enjoy same."

"What are your thoughts on alien astronauts?," asks the man as the bartender hands her a glass of Australian Shiraz.

"There's several on the space station presently," she suggests, sipping the red wine and savouring the full fruit flavour, an image of the sun-warmed grapes, full on the vine, springing to mind.

"Those are not aliens." The man regards the woman askance.

"Not when viewed from this planet, with our perspective," the woman states. "I wonder what the picture looks like from space?"

"You believe in alien astronauts, then?" questions the man.

"I believe in many points of view," she says, meeting his gaze.

"Not all views are correct," the man states quietly, yet firmly.

"'Correct' is just another point of view, I would suggest".....

"Are you going to do anything about it?" asks the man.

"Whatever seems appropriate at the time. The only preparation one can make for the unknown is to be aware and prepared."

[Meem]

The man cues a song,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThQaY...eature=related

The woman tip-toes around the man and occasion looks to her horse and giggles. The man says, "how can one almost believe in determinism and almost not?"

The woman giggles and runs her hand along the horse's neck ... "Was I meant to do this right now, and did I ever have a choice in the matter to do it?"

The man sips his drink and says, "it seems so, you just asked me a question, you didn't give me an answer. In my opinion that indicates choice, and doesn't mean that everything is absolute. Of course, in this matter I am quantumly uncertain."

The man laughs softly, "Aware of the unknown, seems paradoxical ... wouldn't you agree? Perhaps, it is as I have always wondered, the unknown is aware of me?"

The man sips his drink, "Have you ever felt like you have been waiting for something your entire life, have no idea what it is, but had the idea that other people did know, but kept it from you?"

The woman, stroking her horse says, "Isn't that called paranoia?" The man smiles, "I might be crazy, but do I look paranoid to you?"

The woman turns up her drink, "Bartender, I'll take another one, make it one of whatever you gave him ... it's gotta feel good to be that wild and crazy."

The bartender responds, "It is a logical human response, and in few cases represented in a warm and amusing manner. Perhaps, we could even say acceptable in some rare cases."

[Meem]

Meem offers a reading, of works already done.

I amar prestar aen. (ee amar prestar ein)
The world has changed.

Han mathon ne nen. (han mathon ne nen)
I feel it in the water.

Han mathon ne chae. (han mathon ne hai)
I feel it in the earth.

A han nostron ned wilith. (ahan nothon ne gwilith)
(and?) I smell it in the air.

Much that once was, is lost
For none now live who remember it.

It began with the forging of the great rings.
Three were given to the Elves:
Immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.

Seven to the dwarf lords:
Great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls.

And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men who,
above all else, desire power.

For within these rings was bound the strength
and the will to govern each race.

But they were, all of them, deceived;
for another ring was made.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom,
the Dark Lord Sauron forged, in secret, a master ring.

And into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice
and his will to dominate all life.

One ring to rule them all.

One by one, the free lands of Middle-earth fell
to the power of the ring.

[labelwench]

In keeping with the dark theme, the women suggests a song...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d2oSJS8QAs

Foreverdark Woods by Bathory

Evening is falling, all still around me
The old crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace
Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we ride
The unseen is watching from behind each stone and pine
Slowly the golden dise of the sun is setting
Beyond the rim of Nordland at the end of long day
Slowly the ominous dark descend upon all
Engulfing all land and heaven and the shore of Asa bay
Here lie the bones of our fathers long gone
Deep in the soil of these woods
Among these great trunks legends were born
Here many great battles stood
Trotting the trail, my stallion cautions
Present the spirits of foreverdark woods
We rest by the fire, the shadows come to life by its light
Three brothers, sons of white wolf, observed by the eyes of the night
Night is long where the sunlight is pale
The fear is strong when you ride in the dawn
Down foreverdark woods trail
Heavy the turf, bone meal and blood
Raise high you pine towards shy
Firm in the soil, tree trunks of gods
Like dragon ship masts straight and high
Reaching the glade, ride on to Asa bay
Watched by the spirits of foreverdark woods

[Meem]

That is a little too dark for Meem's taste, because it doesn't end with a new dawn.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjLms...eature=related

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

Mornie utúlie (darknesss has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie (darknesss has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun

Mornie utúlie (darknesss has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie (darknesss has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now