The "Gathering" of Whimsical Diatribes

Physicists say now that after for years they thought that the Universe was mainly made up of atoms, they now realize that 97 percent of the Universe is made up of Dark Matter, which doesn’t reflect light and that like God or the “Force” in Star Wars, leaves only three percent of which we are, made up of atoms.  Dark Matter then becomes the binding agent for “All there is” when it comes to the domination of atomic structures.

Without Memory, it is only the dictatorship of “Now”….

When veterans that came from World War Two and Korea who knew or experienced the horror of War, and came into public office, they understood to avoid the silly little love songs of regional conflicts.  Now we have people who have not known this horror running the asylum we call politics and therefore show no shame or remorse involving others to do their bidding.  After Viet Nam, how do we recognize not learning the lesson and involving ourselves in Cultural Wars like Iraq or Afghanistan if we don’t hum those songs of memories(the lyrics that stick in your mind from time to time)?

The war we need now is one on infrastructure, not one of invading other people’s territory, culture diversity or the infusion of drugs in their civil communities.  Our war on drugs produced the economy that Mexico now enjoys promulgated with said narcotics wars.  We simply cannot force cold turkey on this situation we must first wean them through the step by step decriminalization and then legalization for economic stabilization or continuity in their personal communities and civil balances of nature.

Science and Religion, both are compatriots of Dogma. They live in the confines of their own protocol and limitations.  Everyone is dogmatic in this sense, that through their own heredity and their environment, and I believe if we are confined from those constraints, like anything else, we chose them.  Other than that, so be it, take flight with wings of fancy, delve into your own questions and have revelations and epiphanies so you can feel good about, and linger, with wonderful memories, from time to time of waking up in the morning and going about your day to day routine, remembering to, when you get the chance, to break some rules, to ponder, to trip the light fantastic.

Scientists from what I got yesterday are realizing that sounds promote visuals, that what you thought you heard isn’t necessarily what I said or what I meant.  With that in mind, feel free to go to bed at night with the thought that there is hope in them there hills.  Hopefully if I have purpose in any of these writings, and if I use the architecture of phonics as science says is available to me, then the syncopation and the nuance of the sound of my words in any given sentence, whether or not I use the word in its proper context, I should be able to promote a visual, a painting stuck somewhere in the firings of alternate electromagnetic firing, as science so clearly indicates, of neurons, therefore eliciting a memorial moment, quite personal in its experience and intent from me.  The eyes have it then with the written word I can promote scenarios that for a brief interlude can bring time to a standstill, providing a space to expand your personal universe.  Have at it, Science and Religion, quiet please, let the peanut gallery cause havoc with your souls.  Recall this, if you choose to doubt something, make that something, your limits.

With these boundless perimeters in mind, conclude the same thing that they did in Switzerland with their collider that even though saying the ”God” Particles surely exists they can’t say they have discovered it even though billions of dollars have been spent and decades have expired in their conquest of this outcome of existence, that they haven’t  even glimpsed it up until the dictatorship of now. It is not just their preoccupation with the “Big Bang” that hangs their discipline from the proverbial rafters, but the lack of revelation as they always put limitations on their experience or their empirical data platitudes.  When they come to a satisfactorily conclusion to these misguided fortunes spent and the eons of the Cries and Whispers in the Dark Matters of Time, only the Curmudgeonly among their ranks will dissipate their lack of credulity without any Epiphanies lingering for ten yards of penalties dished out to the culturally and spiritually deprived.