Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
Uranium
27 July 2008 | 00:20

These distractions carry me through life. From one amusement to another and nothing gained. Take away my sight and give me vision. Give me insight. This week's blockbuster is nowhere near as interesting in understanding the reflection of light off of water. Is it the electromagnetic force that is responsible? Atom density? Light absrobtion or lack thereof? And why do I think I can find help on the mind-dump-bucket television?

It needs to feel light again. It needs to feel afloat in the breeze...in the stale air...in the thick, choking dark. Rising upwards like helium in the air. It needs to feel and be aflight.

The synapses of the brain; electric pulses. Electricity moves at the speed of light....at the speed of light, 670 million miles an hour, all motion is diverted through space and none through time. Timeless motion...eternity. If the soul as it leaves the body electric is light...electricity...any anything to the like...it too is timeless. Eternal. For time stops...there is only motion..and action. In Heaven, Hell, or who knows where.

One percent of two pounds of uranium converting from matter to energy has shown the world over that matter is the powerhouse currency. Matter is a twenty dollar bill and energy is a pocket of change. Change might add up to the twenty...but that's a whole lot of quarters and dimes.

Lupercus carries the torch across the Summer sky.

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