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Archive Mea Culpa. The above Archive Link & the Search This Blog Link do not work. This happened after Google, the king of search, bought Blogger?
Frêsh Fish - Much magic for a little fish.
Frêsh Fish is a combination of new and spirited with the added bonus being that everyone knows that fish is best fresh. The icing on the cake was that my mother’s mother, Lena, always told her and she me, that fish was brain food. So with Frêsh Fish we have spirited and new food for thought, ideas, that ain’t got no stink. I was suppose to eat fish today and did not. I hope I can be forgiven.
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Saturday, July 30, 2005
And our imperfections mark us each unique. The universe itself, although wondrous, was brought into existence by the smallest of deviations.  This realization is at the heart of all frontier research and is best articulated in the formulation of Lemma i. Succinctly, the Lemma states that © 2005 big box industries Saturday, July 23, 2005
We go there not directly but in a helter skelter way. That is certainly the way butterflies do their thing. I bet the largest computers in the world couldn’t predict the exact path any one butterfly would take from one flower to another.  Along with my, a trinity, a trinity, we want a trinity, 3 yellow tails, I also have a black sallow-tail hanging out on my purple butterfly plant. As you can see from the snap, this one has lost a little bit of its left wing tip. This imperfection making this black guy unique, an individual. If perfect it would be hard for me to tell from one day to the next if what I saw was a friend from the day before or another. If perfect, a trinity, a trinity, we want a trinity, not-knot-naught. © 2005 big box industries Friday, July 22, 2005
For the last couple of days several, sometimes one, sometimes two, and sometimes three, yellow sallow-tail butterflies have been hanging out on my purple butterfly plant. I also have a white butterfly plant but the flybutters have a strong preference for flitting about only on the purple butterfly plant. It was only last year when I examined the detail of a butterfly plume that I had snapped out that I fully appreciated why butterflies find their namesake so seductive. Each plume on the butterfly plant is a collection of thousands of little pin cushion flowers. Each butterfly plant is a come and get, all you can eat, buffet.  When I greet my new friends in the morning I wonder where they have spent the night? © 2005 big box industries Thursday, July 21, 2005
My Roses of Sharon finally bloomed and they are magnificent. I have two plants and both were putting out this morning. Actually I just have two or three blooms on each plant at present, but with what seems like hundreds of buds on each, I am assured a wondrous show for the next couple of weeks.  I am somewhat puzzled about how they both decided that now and only now was the time to present the first of their bouquets. Must be some function of temperature and length of day. Another puzzle is that with a myriad of buds why was it that just these bloomed now, with all the others waiting patiently for their time in the sun? © 2005 big box industries Monday, July 18, 2005
 And in The Garden she dwelt, dreaming of hot pinks and flybutters. All this and heaven too and she loved it.  But then again perhaps or perhaps not. It mattered very little as the day did her beckoning. Aroint and anon. All hail to the good life.  © 2005 big box industries Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Every now and then they taunt and tease. Forms somewhat like us but with wings, angels and fairies. They visit me more than some because I pay homage to their ways and with this they are pleased.  We go there not directly but (proceed) in a helter skelter way. Too much, too soon, so often causes one to go astray. And it is our intention for you not to lose your way. Nay, it is our intention for you to come and then to stay. Stay awhile or longer and may this serve you well. Stay awhile or longer but promise not to tell. That once while you were traveling in a land most far but near. You heard the twinkling of the light, a sound so very dear. More of this we know and more of this we will tell, but first we ask that you stay awhile and with us for some time dwell.  (Where one listens to the light softly twinkling - with distant roars of darkness banished and empires and kingdoms anew...twinkled and tinkled and churned about...with color and pitch and quiver..some loud, some soft...a symphonic swirling of serenity and rainbow bliss.) © 2005 big box industries Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I have been dwelling on space. Einstein et. al., make a big deal out of time. Time is a relatively straight forward concept, but not space. We have the Big Bang and the expanding universe, but what did the universe bang into and exactly what is it expanding into? S. Hawking and all the others, we know just about everything but can't seem to get it to work group, just conveniently assume space. But what is the difference between the area the universe has expanded into and that, that still awaits? Conceptually, this is captured in the Qabalah via - a trinity, a trinity, we want a trinity - Ain Soph Aur, Ain Soph, and Ain. However, the concept of an a prior raw space awaits the touch of another. Perhaps a dimensional collapse would provide more rigor. Back to the planet. If the universe, that which was once teeny tiny and is now big, is expanding, what is it expanding into? © 205 big box industries Sunday, July 03, 2005
And before each battle, the Bobs would gather to hear the words of their high priests - "All that hear the word of Bob are saved. All that hear the word of Bob are saved from the welter. All that hear the word of Bob are saved from confusion. All that hear the word of Bob are grateful. All that hear the word of Bob are content. All that hear the word of Bob know peace." And before each battle, the antiBobs would gather to hear the words of their high priests - "And in the beginning there were many gods and now there are none. There is no truth only lies. Like a snake hissing in a pit, words spoken are like venom to the mind. Shield yourself from falsehoods and lies. Fight for the light and the darkness so that all may be free." © 2005 big box industries Stung with purple passion and hints of yellow hinder. And when the bees are busy my mind to such does go. Away with the buzzing of the thoughts in my head, away to the beckonings of the bliss.  And to fly, to soar, like the angels and the fairies, with gossamer wings a far. Here is a place that my heart knows. Here is a place where I am happy. © 2005 big box industries
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