BoM: Chapter 1 - Awakening (cont'd)

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The neglected soul lifts the body from the bed
For the importance of the journey does not escape it

Step and step of burdened feet
Come closer to the window sill

The Earth outside shows birth pains
Devouring itself mercilessly

The brown red dusty hues abound
Green is but a fantasy

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Agony's residue enters within
As eyes regain sight of man's horrendous sin

Tear drops rescue dirt
From the rocky face's aged cracks

Destruction. Chaos. Within and Outside
A metaphor to each other
Life imploded
The journey must begin

Book of Moments: Chapter 1 - Awakening

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A dream begins a journey
An epiphany in making

The dream merges to awakening
Like the exchange of the two twirling Orbs
Dream upon dream, gazing within

The harsh reminder is but the innocence
The innocence of this place to be broken;
To be broken by the thought of the journey

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The dusted winds bring forth a dry sting
Face withering, living, animated as a sandstorm

The turmoil of past; just a beginning
A preparation of the journey

Eyes burning; throat crackling
Forgotten words couldn't be spoken:
The lips are sealed; breath is concealed

Humour

I was wondering. The difference between humans and anything else, can come down to the ability to recognize humour. This ability is quite linked to our creative abilities. Not just to be humourous but to actually recognize a joke/sarcasm/pun and respond to it. It would be to our credit if we can aritifically create an interface that has the ability to recognize and respond to humour..and be aware of what that actually means.


mm...think ill go have some choco krispies....

Doggies

Just watching Discovery channel's Daily Planet. Awesome show. Yes, a bit nerdy, but quite interesting. Today's show was about how humans have influenced the genetic makeup (evolutionarily) of dogs and other domesticated animals (like goats) . For example, a dog has certain cognitive abilities with relations to humans that helps it survive better. It understands when a person is not paying attention to them (if their eyes are closed or distracted) while a chimpanzee would not notice the difference. Also, they understand what it means when a human points towards something.

anywho..nothing too shocking....something we could have guessed anyways..but noooo..they need people to research these things.

Linguistic

Urdu: Khushboo

Khush = happy

boo = smell

Hence,

Engish: Happy-smell

Rainbows keep falling on my head

As i parked my car infront of the building, the dark cloudy skies had this, what i call "ironic", brightness to them. It was brilliantly beautiful. Looking at the clouds, it seemed sad that people would use them as a metaphor for dark, dreary and tragic times.

Today I was parked infront of Merriam's, the music school, for my classical guitar lessons. Guitar in hand, i look up at the sky as i got out of the car. I see this even more wonderous sight: an arching rainbow, almost painted on the skyscape. Did u know rainbows come in pairs? Another rainbow..more transparent..and with an opposite color spectrum made a sweeping arc above the first one. Light is darker inside the first semi-circle..and lighter outside. I think i got that right. I got distracted from the rainbows, however. U know what can distract a person from a rainbow? The sight of people stopping, coming outside of buildings..and just looking up at the sky. And then ur eyes meet, and a smile is passed..without any words being spoken. You know what the other is looking at. You know its different, its special, its awe-striking, humbling.....its simply wonderful.

What would a rainbow be, if there was no one to appreciate it?

D/C

Just been thinking. We humans don't like doubt. Whenever we are in a "state of doubt"; we feel incomplete, down and sometimes depressed. Its self-defeating. Even if it is necessary to approach truth.

Certainity. The opposite. We thrive on it. Love is certainity. Knowledge is certainity. Faith is certainity. Certainity uplifts us and leads to happiness (not implying its a root cause or anything). I don't mean to say, that the love, the knowledge or the faith are "true".

Truth isn't what makes us happy, its our belief in the certainity of the "truth". We are more comfortable believing in the certainity of 1 + 1 = 2, than doubting it.

Why does organized matter that is self-aware like certainity when its make-up completely opposes it (in the form of particles; Quantum physics)?

Believing in certainity of something we know might possibly be inconsistent from what we make it; but refuse to acknowledge the possiblity or even be aware of it at times! There's a word for that, written in a novel 50 or so years ago: Doublethink (1984)

i like hidden and double meanings. Its so dastardly.