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Greetings Simians!!
Infinitesimal now presents: The Nebula....Birthplace to the Stars.

Here we see a hubble view (top) and artist's rendering (bottom) of a Nebula, I believe it is the Helix nebula
Do you see what I see?


And this, the Crab nebula is a birthing ground for stars


The Cat's Eye nebula is expiring, no more life, just collapsing gas


Hubble images courtesy of: Space dot com

A Poem Written By THICH NHAT HAHN

Please Call Me by My True Names

I have a poem for you. This poem is about three of us.
The first is a twelve-year-old girl, one of the boat
people crossing the Gulf of Siam. She was raped by a
sea pirate, and after that she threw herself into the
sea. The second person is the sea pirate, who was born
in a remote village in Thailand. And the third person
is me. I was very angry, of course. But I could not take
sides against the sea pirate. If I could have, it would
have been easier, but I couldn't. I realized that if I
had been born in his village and had lived a similar life
- economic, educational, and so on - it is likely that I
would now be that sea pirate. So it is not easy to take
sides. Out of suffering, I wrote this poem. It is called
"Please Call Me by My True Names," because I have many names,
and when you call me by any of them, I have to say, "Yes."

Don't say that I will depart tomorrow --
even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.

WRITTEN BY: THICH NHAT HAHN

Vanilla Bitch

Vanille Bitch (Moi)

Mar-En

Martin Luther King

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

"Ten thousand fools proclaim themselves into obscurity, while one wise man forgets himself into immortality."

"When you are right you cannot be too radical; when you are wrong, you cannot be too conservative."

"The hope of a secure and livable world lies with disciplined nonconformists who are dedicated to justice, peace and brotherhood."

"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy."

"Yes, I see the Church as the body of Christ. But, oh! How we have blemished and scarred that body through social neglect and through fear of being nonconformists."

"There was a time when the church was very powerful. It was during that period when the early Christians rejoiced when they were deemed worthy to suffer for what they believed. In those days the church was not merely a thermometer that recorded the ideas and principles of popular opinion; it was a thermostat that transformed the mores of society. Whenever the early Christians entered a town the power structure got disturbed and immediately sought to convict them for being "disturbers of the peace" and "outside agitators." But they went on with the conviction that they were "a colony of heaven," and had to obey God rather than man. They were small in number but big in commitment."



Thanx to Stupid Church People for this selection of quotes, I could not select a better sample and so just played copycat.

StupidChurchPeople

ARE YOU A SUPERFRIEND?

Are YOU a SUPERFRIEND?
Defender of Truth?
Leader of Justice?
Protector of all that is Good and Golden?

Are you?

What is your SuperPower???

I am a SUPERFRIEND because I have the power of BOO-TAY!!

ps: sorry i was off painting and the server was down for about 24 hours too.
But I am Back!
~SupaBooty~

SUPERFRIEND ROLL CALL:

Pint Face: POWER OF: The Pint...slings out words of wisdom thru a Guinness haze, collecting heads along the way.

SupaBooty: POWER OF: The Booty...a creative girl as all will say, whose ass stops traffic every day.

Doggie-Style: POWER OF: Style...Alpha male who gets around, and delights in leaving "steaming hot browns."

Snow-Bro: POWER OF: Coolness...He's a buddy and a pal, and he's still steady searchin' for an iced-out gal.

BeCosmoz: POWER OF: The Login...He will link you up to all those others and get y'all to feelin' just like brothers.

Maestro Realto: POWER OF: Moderation...Between optimisim and pessimism is where he stands, a level headed moderator with a helping ready hand

Pastor-Blastor: POWER OF: Sight and Sound....Sees thru the smoke past the mirror. Then tells it like it is, just louder and clearer.

Fire for Hire: POWER OF: Reality's Light....He's made of fire, transcending space and time - pull up a chair and on creation you shall dine!

Morphorella: POWER OF: Soul-Vision....She will open you up, and peek at your heart. She knows what you are intending, she is transcending. She is my best of friend, because she adds Estrogen!

I FOUND A WRITER!!! (well, he found me)

Hello everyone!
I found this blog because he first left a comment for me on mine. What a happy surprise. This guy knows how to write, and he is an interesting fellow. I strongly recommend that you check out his site.
Solved issues with posting links, and it is right here:


Swallowed Alive In The Belly Of The World


This is a sample of his work, he stated that it is how he writes when he has writers block. I wish I had that type of writers block! Plus he is in Kuwait, so send him some American love.

Peace out.
Word.



http://swallowedalive.blogspot.com/

The first notes transfix the particular axon and then . . . do you hear music?
"Here come dee Hotsteppa! Word-a-rah! I’m a lyrical Gangsta! Word-a-rah!" Where did that come from? Buried with the sins of your collective, are treasures of stupendous uselessness next to that time your teacher let you look down her shirt, leaning against scorpions you caught in New Mexico while a preacher commands you, “Leviticus Ch. 24, verse 20, SAY IT” and you fucking spit it out into a jar of Friday night football games played by every one you’ve ever slept with, dancing on a tapestry depicting Mild Mingo dancing for pussy that whispers sweetly, “You will be Great. You will do Great Things. God told me and I Believe it”. If she hadn’t said that, where would you be right now?

Fun Welding

So, I found out that I love to weld. (I dig Mig over Tig) and i had been doing these line drawings to express emotion for awhile so I figured I would express them in a 75+ pound iron sort of way. This is not a great photo, but you can get the idea.

Now, my question is:
Would you mind telling me the emotion that this incites or reveals within you?
I am having a hard time putting a word to it, and am searching.
I can tell you words that I feel when I feel that way, but wanted to hear from you first, if you do not mind.

Thanx!

This is more of my art as requested. Since I seem to have no words...here are some images. I used to write constantly...I dunno what is going on here.
Any requests? Secret sources of inspiration?

Topics I am prepared to write about that seem too kooky for posting:

1: The Annunaki and Sumerian origins of the Old Testament

2: The Indigo Children

3: Miracle, the cure for cancer and AIDS

POEM

I am awake and in myself striding through oceans
of vague indifference, seeking clarity
in moments of thoughtful actions
collecting them as stars from heavens
where people are jewels.

Words spoken in whispers
could not be soft enough for this expression:

Ten thousand bright moons
do not reflect the light in your eyes.
.
I feel an overwhelming sense of recognition,
walking down a tender road of
delight and surprise.

POEM

Standing in the sand at dawn,
casting stones to any ocean.
Soft breezes fly through
my open window
made of salt and seaweed
I am in my palace
placing stones along the path
leading down to your shore,
where my stones are still skipping
I am sleeping
In my dream I see you swimming
through miles of blue-green mist
and smiling, I almost think you see me
Shining
in the moonlight
wearing
my dress of pearls
I dive into your ocean,
Lost,
in a pile of swirls.

First Memory

this is what i did as a 3 year old...AKA my first memory

Nap-time
go to bed happy
close eyes
know each thought that you had for the day
a smell is a shadow on a blank white sheet of paper
feeling hot is a shadow
thinking about eating is a shadow
each shadow has it's own shape
each shadow has its own space on the paper
there is a light that shines to cast the shadows
when every thought in your mind is identified,
and every shadow is placed
then you sweep, gently
to gather the shadows, do not miss one, into a pile in the center
keep sweeping until the pile casts its own shadow
the pile is now a raisin, and the raisin has a shadow
on a blank white sheet of paper
with the light shining on it
and you focus your mind now on that raisin and it's shadow
because you want it to be smaller
as it shrinks
you are close
it becomes a size of a pin head
there is no longer a shadow
you chose to let it disappear
your brain now feels like it is wiggling in your head
as you exit the skull
you are free
where do you want to go for nap-time?

WHATEVER

WHATEVER.....(this one's for you, MACK)


What do I do with my time when I am not blogging...hmmmm, I check my email far too much, I do not watch any TV for a couple of weeks running now. I have many creative projects, I am lazy, I sit still too much. I do not know what to write about.

I have looked around and found that there are many people with too much idle time on their hands. I need to try to not include myself in that category. I am way too lazy, and a procrastinator as well.

One thing I have noticed about these blogs is that the writers are usually really into themselves and their opinions and interests. Quite a few are boring and lame, some are interesting at best, others are phenomenal. I am impressed that the writers out there are writing. It makes me know just what kind of idiot that I am. I am not into self deprecation at all, but I am honest. I am into fufilling true potential, and I cannot say it enough, I am lazy.

I want to give you something good to read, something honest and worthwhile, something that you need to read again and again to get the full flavor, something meaty...but it does not come out like that now, it is more like a flacid stream of paste. Ick.

'Whatever' is what we say when we acquiesce or just want to get off the topic. We say it too, when we know we are defeated.

I try not to lie, I try to remain open. Sometimes I ask others simple questions that I already know the answers to, and I receive a lie in response to the question. Other times I am prejudged for what others have done before me. People think my name...and if you knew it you would know why...implies that I am a certain type of person.

Lies prejudice and bias follow me in my trek through humanity. They sometimes work together to create stagnance. I find myself alone more than others and less than I would like. I just become disappointed and non-productive.

Sometimes people appear and give me new hope for humanity in general. There are such contrasting people in this world. From the truly dark, to the brilliantly light. I am greedy in that I want to surround myself only with the brilliant people. But then I would end up expecting that of the world. Brilliance, everywhere, like Siddhartha. And so she goes on to wax philosophic....Sorry Mack, but you did ask for it.

I like the anonymous nature of this site, and the way that it is like a diary to write here. i thank you for seeking me out and encouraging me, I am sorry that I have little or nothing left to say.

WHATEVER.

and PS: "chocolate" is a cultural euphemism for African American skintone.