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An electron by itself is unobservable but as an entity it exists only in conjunction with proton and neutron. My body is a conglomeration of atoms recycled and reconstituted from anywhere in cosmos,- and so many super nova must have elapsed before I could come finished to the intent and purpose of my life on the earth. Space and time exist for me from anywhere and also nowhere.

Timelessness exists at one level, which for me holds a mystery as well as mystery of life that heeds to the tyranny of time. Whereas every part of my existence was conceived at the exercise of will, in the union of ovum and sperm as impersonal as well as was conceived in the mind of God before the worlds began.

Of what use is a dead watch? Earlier I had an analogous watch that served me well. Since it was beyond repair I had to lay it aside. It still is useful. Twice a day the hands still show correct time. This makes me realize how time tricks us and on account of my finite state I go along with the illusion.

This is taken from my proposed book Now You Know: man and nature. Everything you want to know of the Big Picture is in it.

benny

 

 

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We got sunlight on the sand
We got moonlight on the sea;
We got mangoes and bananas

We got dem all straight from lab

Hi Tech all in all straight from lab

What ain’t we got?

We ain’t got peace!

We pick and choose color o’ babies
We get movies, live streaming
Music whole day Android
And wanna cry when we cant!

I click what on earth with virus

That get between, what a joke!

What don’t we get?
You know darn well

I see nothin’ like a chance
Nothin’ in the world
There is nothin’ life can give you
That peace cant fix : So gimme peace!

Nothin’ else was built the same
Heaven here and now
As cute as a button thing

Like peace resting on my heart!

benny ( vacationing alas not in South Pacific. Ack:Richard Rodgers )

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I see a bad moon a-rising

I see Harvey comin on;

I see nowhere salvation

I see instead trouble.

Don’t go ’round tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise

I hear hurricanes a-blowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin

Don’t go ’round tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

(Ack:CCR)

benny

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How did man bring out underlying abstract of nature of matter to propound a theory of anything? Man we say is capable of abstract thinking. When one gives a form to God it is that he is clothing it with a form natural for him. The form belies an idea. Whereas doubt is formless, a state of mind from which he cannot retrieve any idea tangible. Only way his doubt can stand therefore is in relation to others. How can he doubt nature provides for him while everything proves otherwise? Can he doubt peace if he in his mind feels no conflict? So doubt can only be dealt effectively in his mind with Mind that works with chaos and order to his universe.

Brain is the thinking apparatus and mind is something else. Psychologists use human behaviour as a clue to the workings of the mind. Although we cannot observe the mind directly, everything we do, think, feel and say is determined by the functioning of the mind.

If we see those who did far greater things than their circumstances warrant, we need to consider mind of man has a range no science can define. Here we shall look at one who made a great stir in China.

Hung Hsui-Chuan (1814 – 1864) As a child he was precocious (he was able to recite the Four Classics after five or six years) but with no means to advance himself. But at the age of 22 in 1836, he realized his further progress to enter the government service was blocked. Success in examinations required a bribe to the examiners. Thwarted in his ambition he fell ill. In a delirious state he saw visions that he was taken to the ‘Thirty-Third Heaven and the Venerable-in-Years gave him a mission to destroy the demon worshippers on the earth. When Hung had recovered from his fever he was altogether a new man. A chance encounter in Canton with Christian missionaries from London Missionary Society, gave him new direction. While reading the book of Genesis his earlier vision took on new significance. The Venerable–in Years of his dream had become the Creator of heaven and the earth. His curious theology was a mixture calculated to win over most supporters.

As luck would have it the Opium War (1839-1842) broke out around this time and it showed the hated Manchu regime was almost on its last legs. Manchus were Manchurian Tartars, foreigners while south of the Yangtse there were many who yearned for bringing back the defunct Ming rule.

Tien Wang began the revolt in concert with the Triads who were for bringing back the Ming regime. Tien Wang’s aim was more of a theocratic rule himself as a brother of Jesus Christ. (In his concept of Trinity god, the Father, Christ the son, and himself was the other brother.) The man who would ultimately bring him down Tseng Kuo-fan had no Tartar blood as the Manchu masters. He was not a supporter of the Manchu regime. But he was believer in Confucianism and had no use for Christian Taipings. Tien Wang’s mind relied on otherworld source while his nemesis relied on more down to earth aspects of his mind. Who shall determine who is right?

Tien Wang’s God was Venerable-in-Years. Mother Teresa’s God embodied Love which however made sense to all those who were sustained in their last years neglected and forgotten. The important point is to determine how great your mind is. Mind that can never ascend beyond dollars and cents adds to its shallowness hypocrisy when he speaks of God. As we see around us man who claims he is rational but destroys the natural habitats of other species with impunity cannot be speaking for species he destroys. His mind focuses only on now. On the other hand late Mother Teresa whose life-mission among the slums and squalor of Kolkotta was empowered by her mind and we can see range of her mind. She delineated the concept God as Love in ways useful to man.

What can Science do when operative range of mind cannot be separated?

 

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A rich woman sat up late one night carding and preparing wool, while all the family and servants were asleep. Suddenly a knock was given at the door, and a voice called, “Open! open!”

“Who is there?” said the woman of the house.

“I am the Witch of one Horn,” was answered.

The mistress, supposing that one of her neighbours had called and required assistance, opened the door, and a woman entered, having in her hand a pair of wool-carders, and bearing a horn on her forehead, as if growing there. She sat down by the fire in silence, and began to card the wool with violent haste. Suddenly she paused, and said aloud: “Where are the women? they delay too long.”

Then a second knock came to the door, and a voice called as before,
“Open! open!”

The mistress felt herself obliged to rise and open to the call, and immediately a second witch entered, having two horns on her forehead, and in her hand a wheel for spinning wool.

“Give me place,” she said; “I am the Witch of the two Horns,” and she began to spin as quick as lightning.

And so the knocks went on, and the call was heard, and the witches entered, until at last twelve women sat round the fire—the first with one horn, the last with twelve horns.

And they carded the thread, and turned their spinning-wheels, and wound and wove, all singing together an ancient rhyme, but no word did they speak to the mistress of the house. Strange to hear, and frightful to look upon, were these twelve women, with their horns and their wheels; and the mistress felt near to death, and she tried to rise that she might call for help, but she could not move, nor could she utter a word or a cry, for the spell of the witches was upon her.

Then one of them called to her in Irish, and said, “Rise, woman, and make us a cake.”

Then the mistress searched for a vessel to bring water from the well that she might mix the meal and make the cake, but she could find none.

And they said to her, “Take a sieve and bring water in it.”

And she took the sieve and went to the well; but the water poured from it, and she could fetch none for the cake, and she sat down by the well and wept.

Then a voice came by her and said, “Take yellow clay and moss, and bind them together, and plaster the sieve so that it will hold.”

This she did, and the sieve held the water for the cake; and the voice said again:

“Return, and when thou comest to the north angle of the house, cry aloud three times and say, ‘The mountain of the Fenian women and the sky over it is all on fire.'”

And she did so.

When the witches inside heard the call, a great and terrible cry broke from their lips, and they rushed forth with wild lamentations and shrieks, and fled away to Slievenamon, where was their chief abode. But the Spirit of the Well bade the mistress of the house to enter and prepare her home against the enchantments of the witches if they returned again.

And first, to break their spells, she sprinkled the water in which she had washed her child’s feet, the feet-water, outside the door on the threshold; secondly, she took the cake which in her absence the witches had made of meal mixed with the blood drawn from the sleeping family, and she broke the cake in bits, and placed a bit in the mouth of each sleeper, and they were restored; and she took the cloth they had woven, and placed it half in and half out of the chest with the padlock; and lastly, she secured the door with a great crossbeam fastened in the jambs, so that the witches could not enter, and having done these things she waited.

Not long were the witches in coming back, and they raged and called for vengeance.

“Open! open!” they screamed; “open, feet-water!”

“I cannot,” said the feet-water; “I am scattered on the ground, and my path is down to the Lough.”

“Open, open, wood and trees and beam!” they cried to the door.

“I cannot,” said the door, “for the beam is fixed in the jambs and I have no power to move.”

“Open, open, cake that we have made and mingled with blood!” they cried again.

“I cannot,” said the cake, “for I am broken and bruised, and my blood is on the lips of the sleeping children.”

Then the witches rushed through the air with great cries, and fled back to Slievenamon, uttering strange curses on the Spirit of the Well, who had wished their ruin; but the woman and the house were left in peace, and a mantle dropped by one of the witches in her flight was kept hung up by the mistress in memory of that night; and this mantle was kept by the same family from generation to generation for five hundred years after.

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Einstein was at a scientific meeting when a noted astronomer said, “To an astronomer, a man is nothing more than an insignificant dot in an infinite universe.” “I’ve often felt that,” Einstein said,” But then realise that the insignificant dot who is a man is also the astronomer.”

Science is for man and all enquiries regarding which direction science is taking consequently must be set in terms of man as the end user. If science is spooky science it is simply because man is fearfully and wonderfully made. Let me quote an astronomer.

“I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both those facts is the fact that the universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact I look up- many people feel small because they’re small and the universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms come from those stars”- Neil deGrasse Tyson, Astronomer

In order to make man see the difference as his self and the visible world without he requires mind.

What is mind?.

Absent-mindedness is a mental condition where a person pays low level attention to events around him. To our present intent and purpose we may say the person is so preoccupied with a specific problem he merely goes through motions of doing basic daily things.

Prof. B.Hoffman, who was working on some relative theories of his own at the Institute of Advanced Study in Princeton, New Jersey, one day called on Einstein at his residence. He explained the reason for his sudden visit. Einstein was willing to hear him and help him if he could. “Put the equations on the board,” the great man directed, “but please go slowly because I don’t understand things quickly.” Unlike Einstein whose mind was contemplative and slow we have geniuses whose mind with lightening speed could solve a problem on hand. John von Neumann was one such, who impressed Hans Bethe, who was the director of the Theoretical Physics Division to wonder “I have sometimes wondered whether a brain like von Neumann’s does not indicate a species superior to that of man?”

Mind of man is his brain in application. Not all men are equal but each holds certain personal tag with which he perceives his world and it must speak for man as the species. His hyper-focus comes at the loss of certain characteristics that we call as absent-mindedness. Some whose intellect never raises above the ground are necessary for compensating the lapses in superior minds. All in all such profiling of mind of man does not make substantial difference. Our safety is in numbers and the cooperative effort of the whole. Man and other species included. Yellow canary in the mine helps as safety lamp when a miner descends into the deep pits of the earth.

Mind is consciousness considering man sees dreams when asleep and mind when awake can recall them and it requires a consciousness that is of a different quality. Nature always spreads her gifts so no man can do without the rest. Dreams visions are all part of a creative Power and Wisdom so man who is clever with hands is as useful as who shall conjure up visions marking the direction for mankind. One represents the whole similarly mind of man is a pixel of the Mind that supplies the necessary inputs for man to evolve. If he has come this far for evil, as we witness the worst excesses of mind in Charlottesville, Virginia, who is to blame? His color?or God? Or godlessness?

benny

 

 

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Connla of the Fiery Hair was son of Conn of the Hundred Fights. One day as he stood by the side of his father on the height of Usna, he saw a maiden clad in strange attire coming towards him.

“Whence comest thou, maiden?” said Connla.

“I come from the Plains of the Ever Living,” she said, “there where there is neither death nor sin. There we keep holiday alway, nor need we help from any in our joy. And in all our pleasure we have no strife. And because we have our homes in the round green hills, men call us the Hill Folk.”

The king and all with him wondered much to hear a voice when they saw no one. For save Connla alone, none saw the Fairy Maiden.

“To whom art thou talking, my son?” said Conn the king.

Then the maiden answered, “Connla speaks to a young, fair maid, whom neither death nor old age awaits. I love Connla, and now I call him away to the Plain of Pleasure, Moy Mell, where Boadag is king for aye, nor has there been complaint or sorrow in that land since he has held the kingship. Oh, come with me, Connla of the Fiery Hair, ruddy as the dawn with thy tawny skin. A fairy crown awaits thee to grace thy comely face and royal form. Come, and never shall thy comeliness fade, nor thy youth, till the last awful day of judgment.”

The king in fear at what the maiden said, which he heard though he could not see her, called aloud to his Druid, Coran by name.

“Oh, Coran of the many spells,” he said, “and of the cunning magic, I call upon thy aid. A task is upon me too great for all my skill and wit, greater than any laid upon me since I seized the kingship. A maiden unseen has met us, and by her power would take from me my dear, my comely son. If thou help not, he will be taken from thy king by woman’s wiles and witchery.”

Then Coran the Druid stood forth and chanted his spells towards the spot where the maiden’s voice had been heard. And none heard her voice again, nor could Connla see her longer. Only as she vanished before the Druid’s mighty spell, she threw an apple to Connla.

For a whole month from that day Connla would take nothing, either to eat or to drink, save only from that apple. But as he ate it grew again and always kept whole. And all the while there grew within him a mighty yearning and longing after the maiden he had seen.

But when the last day of the month of waiting came, Connla stood by the side of the king his father on the Plain of Arcomin, and again he saw the maiden come towards him, and again she spoke to him.

“‘Tis a glorious place, forsooth, that Connla holds among short-lived mortals awaiting the day of death. But now the folk of life, the ever-living ones, beg and bid thee come to Moy Mell, the Plain of Pleasure, for they have learnt to know thee, seeing thee in thy home among thy dear ones.”

When Conn the king heard the maiden’s voice he called to his men aloud and said:

“Summon swift my Druid Coran, for I see she has again this day the power of speech.”

Then the maiden said: “Oh, mighty Conn, fighter of a hundred fights, the Druid’s power is little loved; it has little honour in the mighty land, peopled with so many of the upright. When the Law will come, it will do away with the Druid’s magic spells that come from the lips of the false black demon.”

Then Conn the king observed that since the maiden came, Connla his son spoke to none that spake to him. So Conn of the hundred fights said to him, “Is it to thy mind what the woman says, my son?”

“‘Tis hard upon me,” then said Connla; “I love my own folk above all things; but yet, but yet a longing seizes me for the maiden.”

When the maiden heard this, she answered and said “The ocean is not so strong as the waves of thy longing. Come with me in my curragh, the gleaming, straight-gliding crystal canoe. Soon we can reach Boadag’s realm. I see the bright sun sink, yet far as it is, we can reach it before dark. There is, too, another land worthy of thy journey, a land joyous to all that seek it. Only wives and maidens dwell there. If thou wilt, we can seek it and live there alone together in joy.”

When the maiden ceased to speak, Connla of the Fiery Hair rushed away from them and sprang into the curragh, the gleaming, straight-gliding crystal canoe. And then they all, king and court, saw it glide away over the bright sea towards the setting sun. Away and away, till eye could see it no longer, and Connla and the Fairy Maiden went their way on the sea, and were no more seen, nor did any know where they came.

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Scientists have decoded the secrets behind a goldfish’s ability to survive in ice-covered lakes.

While humans and most vertebrates die in a few minutes without oxygen, these fish are able to survive for months in icy conditions in ponds and lakes in northern Europe.

Researchers have now uncovered the molecular mechanism behind this ability.

In most animals there is a single set of proteins that channel carbohydrates towards the mitochondria, which are the power packs of cells.

In the absence of oxygen, the consumption of carbohydrates generates lactic acid, which the goldfish can’t get rid of and which kills them in minutes.

Luckily, these fish have evolved a second set of proteins that take over in the absence of oxygen and convert the lactic acid to alcohol, which can then be dispersed through the gills.”The second pathway is only activated through lack of oxygen,” author Dr Michael Berenbrink from the University of Liverpool, UK, told BBC News.

In order to understand this survival strategy let us look how mitochondria came into our cells. Billions of years ago these were free organisms but they struck a deal with the cells. When these evolved into multicellular organisms these did not break off association with mitochondria because it was a useful association. Each of our cells do have them, tiny factories where they combine molecular oxygen with food we ingest in order to convert it into energy. We have some trillions of them working as though one! What drove each into the others arm eons ago? Creative power of God is the timelessness that envelops our concept of time. Once we accessed to this power, the wisdom was in evolving into what we call ourselves Homo sapiens!

Thus the gold fishes can turn lactic acid in their bodies into alcohol, as a means of staying alive. Scientists have known about the peculiar survival abilities of goldfish and their wild relatives, crucian carp, since the 1980s.

“The ice cover closes them off from the air, so when the pond is ice-covered the fish consumes all the oxygen and then it switches over to the alcohol.”

The longer they are in freezing, airless conditions the higher the alcohol levels in the fish become. Despite the fact that the fish are literally filled to the gills with alcohol, it’s not the drink that kills them. If the winter lasts too long, they run out of fuel that’s stored in their livers and die.

The researchers say there are some very important lessons to be learned about evolutionary adaptation that produces a duplicate set of genes that allows the species to maintain their original function but also to keep the back-up set if it also delivers useful function.

What caused mitochondria go into partnership with the cells? Evolution presupposes economy and when we speak of brain it is basically the nerve net of jelly fish and reptilian brain of lizards some 600 million years ago. In such partnerships evolution has specific scaffolding of power and wisdom of God to develop. Ignoramuses fight tooth and nail for Creationism or for Evolution without bothering to know full facts. Science without giving ‘why’ is limited in scope.

benny

 

 

 

“The ethanol production allows the crucian carp to be the only fish species surviving and exploiting these harsh environments, thereby avoiding competition and escaping predation by other fish species with which they normally interact in better oxygenated waters,” said lead author Dr Cathrine Elisabeth Fagernes, from the University of Oslo, Norway.

“It’s no wonder then that the crucian carp’s cousin, the goldfish, is arguably one of the most resilient pets under human care.”

benny

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In order to indicate how time distorts we have an expression ‘rose-colored glasses’ we tend to look with emotions that are ‘let-us-pretend’ kind. Thus we look back at our youth with nostalgia however miserable it may have been actually. What has been ‘American dream’? Was it not one such? When all that  honest- to- God hard work can be wiped out and LBJ’s Great Society with it, was it not because our dream tells a lie? A lie conveniently sold by those who stand to benefit from it.

Yesterday’s quote from Ernest Dowson was also a dream, a poetic expression farther from truth.

Let us look at history. Remember the movie Enemy At the Gates? It is based on the life of one man. Vasily Zaytsev as a sharpshooter in the siege of Stalingrad looms large  whenever that crucial battle is recalled. But in the history of WWII his name may not even figure. It is thus history is a distortion of actual events so any incident recalled after sixty years or more would require footnotes. Naturally you are swallowed up by narrative on larger events . Neither you or I am a dream but represents something. Time however finite is only set against timelessness that envelops all. Shall I call it Truth since our actions and what we represent is in context of it and not in context of some continents or nations which themselves change shapes?

It is in this context we need to speak we are an idea, considering how we are preoccupied with our rational mind than anything else. Mother Theresa would devote her whole life for an idea as John Rockefeller or Carnegie for something else. It comes up for comparison against Idea into which all ideas must come up for comparison.  I call it God. (God is truth)

benny

 

 

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