Theory of Something

Science is like a walk in the woods where no paths are cut by hand of man and light percolates through foliage to give one walking there certain ideas. In ancient Greece Philosophers like Heralitus, Democritus by observation predicted the nature of matter. They relied on their own power of observation to arrive at such a conclusion. Such foray into a virginal Nature has ways of creating more traffic and before one is aware the woods are less than what it was before. There are signposts and areas each claiming its own speciality. Simple speculative philosophy of the Pre-Socratic period gave way to moral philosophy at the time of Aristotle.These are all in nature of things given man’s ability for abstract thinking.

Science sets parameters to abstract ideas where his observation also helps in the matter. It was Aristotle who said women has less teeth than man. Had he checked it out before he asserted it he would have known for certain.
Leucippos and Democritus are not irrelevant even now since they are our pathfinders. At this time of remarkable sophistication with electron microscopes and many other tools we stepped into the heart of matter. While Leucippos of Abdera held up a tiny grain of sand and predicted it could be still divided. Yet until one reaches a place where it is like Pillars of Hercules with a caveat ‘until this and no further.’
Now we know atom is made up of neutrons protons and electrons and the first two are made up of 3 quarks. Why it is in three I cannot say. I read lately that Planck’s length is the tiniest. Since I am writing off hand without reference one may check it out.
What I am driving it is that at such a ‘point or length’ it is like using an elephant to split the hair of a flea. Space and time are annihilated or we have to conclude these two have always existed. We have created some kind of time and space from the eternal nature of Space and Time to set our own space time relativity etc.,Like the Japanese we borrowed scenery of space time from the eternal nature of Space-Time. It is relative.
Oh I used the R word! Since Einstein made an earth shaking discovery of relativity I shall mention en passant on another theory that he had been grappling with even on the day he died. Theory of Everything. I shall leave the news on hand for those who are interested.
I shall merely point out the point#6 to make the immediate purpose of this post clearer.
‘The universe was not created at the Big Bang – Space, time and the laws of physics already existed and still exist. The Big Bang “only seeded” our active universe, when the dark energy in the form of a black hole from a surrounding positive universe entered into our universe.” Think of two universes where we have a positive universe while our universe in relation to this works as negative. Dark energy sweeping from one sets our universe pulsating. In the creation account of Genesis, the earth was without form meaning space and time that we associate with our material universe were absent. It is like saying from look of a pitch black room that it is without form. Naturally one misses the black cat sleeping in its corner.
That something which gave the universe some comprehension was space and time. ‘In the beginning’-That beginning is to be understood as from our point of reference. It began according to Science with dark energy. The Bible speaks of Spirit, or a dove which are all on account of our finite nature. The holy prophet who wrote this verse like Democritus derived his knowledge on something that defies human logic and understanding.
Energy is borrowed rather than what had known of it: energy is neither created destroyed.
benny

A new theory – remarkably simple and understandable – unifies the gravity force in the large cosmos with the forces of the quantum world by introducing a single fundamental particle that makes up all other particles, matter and space itself.

Washington, DC (PRWEB) September 13, 2012
A new theory unifies the gravity force in the large cosmos with the forces of the quantum world by introducing a single fundamental particle that makes up all other particles and matter. The same particle also makes up the room itself by a Grid of these particles filling all of space, in which matter and everything is encapsulated. Mass is generated by a mechanism in the Grid instead of being a quality of particles; kg is not a base unit and all objects are surrounded by a portion of the Grid called the Grid room that gives them their mass.
The new Theory of Something is very different from other theories with extra dimensions and mysterious results. It details the underlying particles and mechanisms which greatly simplify the understanding of how the smallest to the largest in the universe works: There are only three room dimensions and time, there is a single fundamental particle – called the negtrino – and its antiparticle – the postrino – and only one force. The force is the electromagnetic and classic electromagnetic theory instead quantum mechanics is used for the description and supporting mathematics.
The new theory resolves most problems of other theories; the fundamental constants do not have to be fine-tuned, it can now be understood where the antimatter is, the energy of the Big Bang and the whole universe does not have to come out of nothing and our laws of physics can always and everywhere be the same instead of new laws appearing at certain points. Even our common mechanical laws of physics can be derived from the single force law in the Theory of Something. Newton’s second law of motion, F=ma, is actually derived for the first time in history.
With the Theory of Something it is now possible to understand why space-time curves around matter, as Einstein taught in 1916 and also to understand what a photon – the light particle – actually is.
A summary of the Theory of Something including more than 30 specific points supporting the new theory is published at http://theoryofsomething.com. The most staggering proof of the Theory of Something model is that Planck’s constant 1.0545×10-34 Js – the value that has been verified in all quantum physics experiments – can be calculated as the dark energy (recently detected by cosmologists) split up on each negtrino in the Grid.
G.D. Tosman that has developed the Theory of Something points out that with an understanding of the underlying reality, there are now much further experiments, computer simulations, verifications, development and discoveries that can be done to bring the understanding of the universe and its origin forward.
— The Largest Step Forward Since Einstein —
Commenting on how he could find the solution that Einstein searched for during his last 35 years and that has puzzled the scientific community for 100 years, G.D. Tosman reflects over the ToS (as he calls the Theory of Something): “Many of the clues and ideas have been around for some time or for very long:

There must again be an ‘aether’ – something that fills up space – whether it is called the Grid in the ToS, the Higgs field, branes in string theory, the LQG field or a structured vacuum.
Paul Dirac had a hole theory and a sea of electrons in 1928 and that is close to the ToS hole mechanism that generates positive particles although the are only negative particles in our universe.
A zero energy universe, where mass and gravity energy equal out, is also pointed out these days. And cyclic universe models indicate that the energy of the universe is borrowed, rather than created.
And the six extra dimensions required in string theory are a sign that more is needed for a complete description – In the ToS we have the magic Grid where the position of each negtrino is fixed, but its six possible magnetic directions are essential.”
He continues, “I had the fortune of putting the ToS together and perhaps benefited by not being skilled in the advanced math of other theories, but had to rely on understandable electromagnetic theory.”
— The Key Points of the Theory of Something —
G.D. Tosman states: “The key to the ToS was not just a single smaller fundamental particle, but these six key points:

1. Space is filled with the elementary charge particle and our universe has only negative charge particles. There is no emptiness – no ‘Nothing’.

2. When clumped together, the same elementary charge particle makes up all other particles and matter.

3. Things like mass and everything above, are mechanisms – not qualities of particles.

4. The four fundamental forces – the strong, the weak, the electromagnetic and gravity – all emanate from a single force, the electromagnetic (a slightly modified generalized equation is proposed in the ToS).

5. The photon is a wave in the form of the energy of rotating negtrinos in the Grid.

6. The universe was not created at the Big Bang – Space, time and the laws of physics already existed and still exist. The Big Bang “only seeded” our active universe, when the dark energy in the form of a black hole from a surrounding positive universe entered into our universe.”
There is a summary of the Theory of Something also listing support and proofs at http://bit.ly/ROyJJf
G.D. Tosman
Theory of Something
+12063092187 theoryofsomething@gmail.com
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How Totem Pole Came to be Worshiped

Prophet Totem Pole ©

Long ago when American Indians roamed the heart of American continent they had no miracle workers. Iroquois lived close to the soil, hunted the bison for meat and lived from the fruits of the earth. They dressed themselves too well,- they wore buffalo skins in winter and loin clothes of various fibers spun from plants at other times. Children of the Plains they were.
A prophet one day came out of nowhere and revealed to them of the Great Spirit of the Plains. They were impressed. The chief asked him to marry his daughter as a mark of respect. The prophet refused politely saying that his dress was special and it did not brook any person ever touching his person.
“See how white it is?” the prophet asked.” It is made out of some cactus the likes of which grows only in the Blue Yonder. He pointed dramatically to the horizon and said,” My sanctity and powers come from this poncho which I shall leave at my death which is soon.”
One morning he went on the top of a hillock to die. His dress lay in a tepee decorated with sacred objects he had brought along. “As long as this remains white as now, it is a sign that my body shall never decay.” So he died.
The whole tribe mourned for him. They revered the dress, which each member of the tribe, young and old alike kissed in veneration. It was not obvious at first but with time the poncho changed color. It became yellow. Was it as a result of the breath of devotees or time working out changes? One day pilgrims filed past the relic: the poncho was no better than rags.
Next they checked the body to see, and it had to their horror, become a totem pole! Since then the tribe began praying to the pole instead.
benny

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Trade Off in our Material Universe

A material universe that we know holds four dimensions. Length, breadth, height and time must be equally brought into play in order to make sense. Our cosmos has no center as such but in order to fix a star we use triangulation method. But is that all there is to Cosmos? Dogs make sense of the world by their smell, and it enables them to grasp essentials. Their acute sense touches on different dimensions than that we are qualified to know. Elephants communicate at a wave length that our ear cannot grasp.(However we can make precise equipments to catch it and decipher for us.) Dogs and horses can sense far in advance of earthquake or some other danger, which when it occurs cause damage to us. But then it was not our priority since these quakes are few and far in between.
For us abstract thinking held more importance since we are social animals. We gave up certain advantages other animals have in order to fine tune our rational thinking. Thus when one speaks of God or Truth in absolute terms reason keeps its antenna up. ‘Oho, hold your horses! My carriage can only go by rails of reason and not gallop over the dales and hills.’

Thus man works with four dimensions, and reason can yield much sharper focus on his material universe. Rather than mastering so many dimensions we gave them up in order to get a sharp snapshot of our world. It is like projecting the physical map of the earth on two dimensions. You get all the geographical details, continents, oceans, archipelagos rivers etc. If one wants to map the ocean floor ridges trenches etc. it will be quite something else. This is a trade off. According to our specific needs we have interpreted the earth differently.
benny

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The Grand Design-God as a concept

Space and Time as an idea.
As rational beings we conceive time to separate two events that impress on our consciousness. By the time man has seen them as such there has been many events occurring elsewhere and his concept of time naturally is invalidated since he has no grasp of their significance. I shall illustrate this by a simple analogy. It takes 8 minutes for the light to travel from the sun and to impress on our retina. Even as we think we are counting time there are events actually happening around us to which we have no inkling off. But what if a bullet shot two blocks away by one ricochets and strikes us? What occurred elsewhere and significance of which was lost to us, is connected to our timeframe. As much as we may account for and place these events in our context there are many more that are so far removed from us to be of relevant to us. Even so these events separated by time can only be understood as relative to us. How the destruction of rainforests whether in the Amazon basin or in Indonesia creates chain of events and is integrated into our time frame in another corner of the earth is at best relative.
Consider how far back in space or time we can go and we would be still far short of the idea of Time or Space.
I used the capitals here to account for all the time frames that may be used by others simultaneously in relation to our time frame.
If there is a valid time frame for me there shall be Time that validate every other time frame elsewhere. If my will has determined time as a concept to separate two events it is possible that there is a Will in control of Time and Space.Our abstract thinking validates such a supposition.
Is it not then valid if I attribute that Will to God? God as a concept since we can work at best with concepts.
benny

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September Song

Betwixt and Between ©

Our time of loving
Was like our quarrels,
More or less.
Love had chance
So had ennui
In equal measure;
Time went its rounds
But we didn’t count,
-So much the better.
We turn dust bit by bit
And in Fairlawns
Time has stopped for us:
And yet things remembered
Between us illumine
The essence of roses, and weeds too-
And silence of Things
Blows back and forth.
benny

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News on the March-the grand design

Here I quote the latest news:

“LONDON – Did creation need a creator?

British physicist and mathematician Stephen Hawking says no, arguing in his new book that there need not be a God behind the creation of the universe.

The concept is explored in “The Grand Design,” excerpts of which were printed in the British newspaper The Times on Thursday. The book, written with fellow physicist Leonard Mlodinow, is scheduled to be published by Bantam Press on Sept. 9.

“The Grand Design,” which the publishers call Hawking’s first major work in nearly a decade, challenges Isaac Newton’s theory God must have been involved in creation because our solar system couldn’t have come out of chaos simply through nature.

But Hawking says it isn’t that simple. To understand the universe, it’s necessary to know both how and why it behaves the way it does, calling the pursuit “the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.”

“We shall attempt to answer it in this book,” he wrote. “Unlike the answer given in ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy,’ ours won’t be simply ’42.’”

The number 42 is the deliberately absurd answer to the “Ultimate Question” chosen by sci-fi author Douglas Adams.

Hawking, who is renowned for his work on black holes, said the 1992 discovery of another planet orbiting a star other than the sun makes “the coincidences of our planetary conditions … far less remarkable and far less compelling as evidence that the Earth was carefully designed just to please us human beings.”

In his best-selling 1988 book “A Brief History of Time,” Hawking appeared to accept the possibility of a creator, saying the discovery of a complete theory would “be the ultimate triumph of human reason — for then we should know the mind of God.”

But “The Grand Design” seems to step away from that, saying physics can explain things without the need for a “benevolent creator who made the Universe for our benefit.”

“Because there is a law such as gravity, the Universe can and will create itself from nothing,” the excerpt says. “Spontaneous creation is the reason there is something rather than nothing, why the Universe exists, why we exist. It is not necessary to invoke God to … set the Universe going.”

Hawking retired last year as the Lucasian Chair of Mathematics at Cambridge University after 30 years in the position. The position was once held by Newton.“
Conclusion:
The ‘Old Curiosity Shop’ of this earth,- what the Dickens!, just became a shop by natural consequences of some laws in physics (and quirks in human nature) and funny it is,- the junk has something common as though they all came from an assembly line and could branch out with specific characteristics to be labeled as distinct from another! Just the same this is a junkyard and where one may shop for hours. Ye Curiosity Shoppe is run by no one. So fellows what brought you here to browse or what gave you the impression to drop in and think of a bargain? Ah since you have come by some curious mistake a friendly advice. ‘Here the customer is king. Take all that you can, sneak past the door- and it is not monitored.’
‘What you are stricken with a stab of conscience? O dear sir, you are deceived, take your stuff and run!’

benny

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‘There Is A Tide…’

A fast moving hurricane will have scant rainfall but its speed would be very high. A slow moving hurricane will have less wind speed but a heavy rainfall.
Man however clever or strong he may be, his cleverness and power can only be licked into shape in context of others. His strength is in numbers that in turn has its downside. Thus we identify with a nation (be it the People’s Republic of China or the USA), which can only operate by taking some of our freedoms. The excuse may be ‘in the national interests.’
We gain experience as we grow older but would not that be rather wasted on a body that’s ready to fall apart?
From the above three examples what are we to assume?
There is an inversion principle at work in the laws of Nature. Oneness of things works with events in time-space and integrates into Time and Space. It is an ongoing process and as a result we find ebb and tide in the affairs of men. Nations also rise and sink as the imperial powers of Rome and Britain did. It is a matter of time.
benny

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Chance vs Certainty

In my impressionable years one man who caught the attention of media was Dr. Albert Schweitzer of Lambarene.
The young Albert once got into a fight and knocked down his opponent. The boy told Albert that it would have ended differently had he been as well nourished as he was. It must have touched him deeply that later in the evening when he came to sup with the family he left his soup untouched. What the boy had said still rankled.
He was privileged while the other was underprivileged.
This revelation marked a definite break with his past and so did his sense of values. He became a caring person.
Even where he excelled in his intellectual achievements they were to be used in service of others. At 26 he had a triple Ph.D.
Whenever Dr. Schweitzer needed money during his stint in Africa he went on tour and gave concerts and talks. But what connects the son of a Lutheran pastor in upper Alsace to Congo?
As a child Albert had often wondered at a statue of a Negro, strong in body but head bowed and in chains. It made an impact on him. Of course the fight was the catalyst. It spurred him to refer to his memory, his past experience to take cues. (One cannot discount the role of chance. But what is chance to any one who is mindful of living with time distorted before him or her?) He knew Time was of the essence.

Against the reality of Time chance is a reminder to straighten out his or her attitude to time. Certainty is ‘chance’ set into right perspective.
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What made him decide to become a medical Missionary was due to a Paris Missionary society report, which he came across as if by chance. Thereupon he settled for Lambarene, in the heart of Africa. Where mind of man is colored by collective memory and of Time, chance must, so it seems to me, lose some of its mystery.
benny

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Now Is The Only Reality

While narrating a battle in which Persia fought against Croesus, the Lydian king, Herodotus in his Histories mentions a curious incident. At the sacking of Sardis a Persian soldier saw the distraught king of Lydia defenseless and vulnerable. So badly had the tide turned and the king did not care if he died or not. Even when the enemy soldier threatened to kill him he sat where he was. But his dumb son seeing the danger screamed. As if by a miracle the young man got his power of speech at that moment.
It is the moment that determines our worth. And we have no clue as to what we are capable of till that moment arrives. The moment of truth. We have only this moment: how shall we delineate truth?
If we cannot create Now in harmony with our Essential Self (or let Soul affix its seal of approval) forget we will ever get into grips with time in its finite mode.
benny

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A Bedtime Story

WORTH OF A PERSIAN CARPET ©

The City is noted for its minarets and gardens. On a
sunny day the four minarets of the Blue Mosque rise to
the skies like prayers of many believers; more
picturesque is the central dome covered with some
millions of blue tiles. Such blue is no more seen
since the sultan decreed ‘Blue is passé’. See how it
stands, a shimmering dome like the tear of an angel,
frozen in midair. The Blue Mosque. Poets loved
watching the dome under changing lights through the
day! It made their poetry sound sweeter. Hamals (or
porters) carrying heavy loads through winding and
crooked streets looked at that dome rising from the
city skyline and instantly their loads became lighter
and they thought life was worth living. No one could
resist its power. Except one.
See that crooked street cutting through the market?
Do you see that shop on the right? A To Z the board
says. Anything money can buy is sold there. Ziddiq,
the shopkeeper is dressed in drab clothes and his
beard is browned as his fingers are calloused. Henna
colored his beard which he allowed because his wife
thought brown was becoming in one so old; his fingers
were calloused from counting money: large sums of it
every night passed through his fingers when the folks
slept. While the dome of the Blue Mosque gleamed under
a waning moon! Poor Ziddiq! He had never even heard of
the blueness of the dome under whose shadow he lived
all his life!
One morning his neighbor told him in strictest
confidence the price of grains would go sky-high. How
high? Ziddiq asked. He quoted a figure. Ziddiq said,
”impossible.” As soon as his neighbor was gone he
called his eldest son to find what were the prices for
items written in his list. His son came back with his
findings. After reading it he was astounded! A sack of
barley cost only three copper pieces!”
Having ordered for as much as could be bought he had
a problem: ”Where to stock them?”
He knew just the place. He had a large warehouse
where his father put away every thing he had no
immediate use for. Just as his forefathers had done in
the past. It was bursting in its seams as the
expression is. He called a few servants and asked them
to clear up that place. Nothing was to be spared.
Hour’s later servants came to report. They said his
orders were carried out except for a carpet, which was
of size 64”by 37 inches.
“I am in no mood for checking the size of a carpet.”
“But master,” said Samir, ”It was made somewhere in
Samarqand probably late 17th century. It is silk. If
you ask me it is one of the finest.” “Shut up!”Ziddiq
yelled, ”Who asked you for your opinion?”
The silk carpet was decorated with a mihrab design
(a cusped arch with geometric motifs) in the field
counterpoised with arabesque in the spandrels. A
stylized floral pattern running around the edges
completed the piece.
He ordered the laborers to set light to it. “I
shall not have this nonsense here!” The menials balked
at the idea. They pleaded. “A thing of beauty,
master!”Samir cried. He became enraged at the word
beauty and he shoved them aside.
“A thing of beauty such as this has a life of its
own.” Kalam added his. They all pleaded with tears in
their eyes. With uncontrollable rage he pushed them
aside. He himself torched it and said, ”There, you try
to teach me beauty!” He was in a rage. He said, “You
all live a life of ease because I pay you wages in
time. Be gone!” He was so worked up.
That day Ziddiq went home very late. He was tired
but he had found a place for thousands and thousands
of sacks of grains, which came in a convoy one after
the other. Only seeing them secured for the night
eased his fury somewhat. Then he saw how his son had
put his men to guard it. He had done well, and the
father’s heart swelled with pride. The young man gave
him the keys and the accounts and left for home.
Mentally Ziddiq calculated the profit he stood to
make and that made him laugh. In a happy frame of mind
he followed his son.
He went home to eat his frugal supper. Even when he
went through the motions of the nighttime prayer he
had only one thought. He would make all his rivals
bite the dust. So much profit he stood to make. He
wandered through the house and secured the doors for
the night.
At the time he was about to lie down he thought he
heard a knocking sound. As if some were shifting
things around somewhere. So distinct it sounded. His
wife lay asleep. He checked into his sons’ room. They
were also asleep.
“Clickety-Click,” he heard. “It must be from across
the river,” said he. He put out the candle and lay in
bed. The same sound again. “Clikety-Clack!”
”Clikety-Klak!” The sounds came louder this time. He
thought it came from his drawing room. It was distinct
and very ominous. With each minute the clicking sound
went louder and louder. He could not sleep with such
an infernal noise. Again he got out. He lit a candle,
which he could barely hold for fright.
He peeped into the parlor.
There was an intruder!
And he had settled himself in the middle of the
parlor as if he owned the place. He felt a murderous
rage struggling with his fear at the scene presented
before him.
Across the parlor stood a weaving frame; and a very
old man with sad look in his deep-set eyes, went on
working. “What on earth!” It was all he could say. His
fear swallowed the rest of the sentence. Instead a
squeal. Even that did not distract the wizened
intruder. The ghastly apparition of a weaver did not
look up nor acknowledge his presence. Instead he was
bent over the frame intently checking his work. Having
satisfied himself he went on knotting the fibres and
cutting the knots to make naps. Ziddiq had no idea
whether his eyes were deceiving him or some rival of
his was hell-bent for mischief. Before his very eyes
filmed with fear and pricked with hate the old weaver
went on and on. His hands flew over the carpet while
adjusting the warp and the woof without missing a
beat. So free and fluid his movements were. As if he
had been doing it all his life and could have done
even while asleep.
He was masterly in his work.
Ziddiq stood there transfixed. Clickety-click,
clinkety-clank!
Clinkety-clank, So went on the loom while the room
was lit by a spot of light that hovered around the
design, which was becoming clearer with each motion of
his hands. Ziddiq would have screamed but his voice
died silently. The weaver looked at him with sad eyes
that in its hurt, without any rancor whatsoever, no
stab-wound would have come anywhere near. It twisted
his heartstrings beyond endurance.
Ziddiq could only twitch in response.
He trembled uncontrollably when the spectre of a
weaver looked once towards him. Those eyes now seemed
to challenge him. The infernal intruder said, “ My
life was in that carpet. Now I must weave another
because you so callously destroyed it.”
Having said his piece he continued with his task as
if he were alone in his own workshop. He was sad as
before and yet, very resolute. As if he knew he could
do it. Without tiring himself. Ziddiq could do nothing
but watch in horror. He went hot and cold as an
exquisite design began to take shape before his eyes.
Clikety-clack! Clickety-click! The weaver went on
without stopping and he was inhuman that he could draw
for his carpet filaments out of thin air! He wanted to
scream but nothing. He stood there petrified!
Poor Ziddiq! While the swirls of design now settled
down to a pattern he felt short of breath! As if the
ground under his feet gave way to something
insubstantial, and the walls melted and flowed about
him. Clickety-click! clikety- Clak! went on the loom
unrelenting. ‘Clickety-click! Clikety-clak!’ It went
on enveloping everything else.

Next morning the City awoke to some astounding news.
Where the ancestral home of Ziddiq stood nothing ever
remained but a prayer mat. No one could well explain
what occurred in the small hours of the night.
Samir and Kalam came as usual to take orders from
their master. Instead they were witnesses to
something, which no one could explain. There stood not
a trace of the master’s house! Some one had cleaned up
the old wooden beamed house with terrace and balcony
and not even a door hinge lay there; the wrought-iron
washstand where their master always went for wash
before prayers was missing; the folding stool and the
holy book also had vanished! Except a prayer mat.
Passers-by came over by curiosity and all that they
saw was the curiously wrought prayer mat. Nothing
else!
Samir could not take his eyes off it. It didn’t
explain the mystery! Still bewildered he stood there.
Finally he commented, ”A crazy-quilt pattern. I see
Master’s profile his beard and all- so distinct. What
do you think, Kalam?”
“I do not think anything,” Kalam replied, “But the
mat will make some money for a second-hand dealer.”
The End

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