The Breakthrough Initiative

Instead of constantly bickering with each other about our ancient belief systems would it not be better if we shared a meaningful goal?

If there are some highly evolved and super intelligent ethereal beings out there maybe it's not impossible to communicate with them.

Perhaps now is the time to leave our primitive ways behind us and to evolve to the next level?

Here is an adventure to unite us all.

We only have to reach for it!

Conspiracy Theory

"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason and intellect has intended us to forgo their use." 

Galileo Galilei

A Conspiracy Theorist

Is somebody who will say:
The Earth goes round 
the Sun.

Nikolas Copernicus 
Galileo Galilei 
Sherlock Holmes 

JFK.

ggod or someone

Major earthquake in Italy . . . More aftershocks. Hundreds dead.
Earthquake in Myanmar destroys 66 shrines. First reports: 1 death.


ggod
or someone
lurking
up there

levelled
the churches
high
in the mountains

levelled
the stupas
low
in the jungles

levelled
the mosques
with storms
from the deserts

completed all tasks
 in less time
than it takes    
                to
say

somewhere
 someone
is crying

or

somewhere
someone
 is praying

or

ggod

 help us all

we are down

on 

your 

knees

Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?

 Ham. At supper.
 King. At supper! Where?
 H. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten; a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots; your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service - two dishes, but to one table. That's the end.
 K. Alas, alas!
 H. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
 K. What do you mean by this?
 H. Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
 K. Where is Polonius?
 H. In heaven; send thither to see; if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if, indeed, you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
 K. (To Attendants) Go seek him there.
 H.  He will stay till you come.
 K. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety -  which we do tender, as we dearly grieve for that which thou hast done - must send thee hence with fiery quickness. Therefore prepare thyself; the bark is ready, and the wind at help, th' associates tend, and everything is bent for England.
 H. For England!
 K. Ay, Hamlet.
 H. Good!

From William Shakespeare's Hamlet Act 4 Scene 3.

The Obama-Putin Problem in a Nutshell

I 

believe no one 

is obliged that what 

is true to conform for 

America to a single is true 

for development model virtually all 

that is considered mature democracies by someone else as the right 

one

On Orange and White Hair

 

When I was young
my hair was orange.

Invariably others said: 
It's red.

Now that I'm older 
my hair is white 

Which is alright 
for an old man's hair.

To the fact that 
it's white now 

All subscribe.
I find it strange 

But then that's me.

above these lofty trees

under a dark sky

and lofty trees 

 a silence beholden  

Fireworks on the Danube

As if the earth

A few words to mark the memory of the 300,000 people killed by nuclear bombs at Hiroshima and Nagasaki 71 years ago.


as if the earth
ripped open by a cataclysm
threw up the ruins of a buried civilization
and through
grim mockery of fate
they were heaved up  into elegance
an eerie world screened by drift of smoke
where foliage sprouts from stones purged of superficial elements
and the poems run off the page . . .

Driving home

Driving home
he would never drive-by
the fast-food drive-in
the one on the hill
where he'd have to swing off
the west coast highway
the undulant sea far below
without stopping
and buying a bumper box
and a shake
which he'd tackle on top
of the hill
watching the sky
turn the colour of ketchup.

Then he'd flash his lighter
which always worked
and inhale
and take in the sight of the stars.

He died of a short but enjoyable
meal. He was buried at sea. Age 63.


The bottom line is we are all what we eat. Who talks of mad cow disease today? Who talks of the millions of cows sent to the pyre? Who is interested in why those cows were fed on the bones and nerves of ground up sheep or whatever it was in those feed sacks that were laced with growth hormone, antibiotics, and god knows what else.

By the way, cows are vegetarians. A fact overlooked by the junk food industry.

If you want to keep eating junk food don't let me put you off. The average life expectancy of a meat eater in America was 63 last time I looked. When I say meat eater I use the term in its widest sense. You could hardly class some of those genetically modified processed products containing antibiotics, growth hormones, flavor enhancers, aroma enhancers, preservatives and other nasties as meat in  the real sense of the word.

My health tip:

Burger off! That's the first step to better health for you and also for the cow.