In the name of Sacrifice

"Seek and ye shall find"

This saying has never meant anything to me in my lifetime.  What am I seeking, and what do I do if I find it?  My upbringing was one of Nintendo, disposal cameras and corner-store candy - the only things I sought were labelled on afternoon cartoon episodes of Bugs Bunny and Batman.  I'm somewhat thankful my parents left out popular teachings of xtianity out of my eardrums.  But this passage, in my absent knowledge of it's saying, seems to have taken on a new meaning in the context of modern society - the Seekers have become finders, with the finders being keepers and ultimately destroyers - we have turned these words of religion and enlightenment into a profitable purpose of "seek and destroy".  

In the effort to "seek and destroy", an army assembles itself with rank and file, executives at the top, mailroom, labourers and janitors at the bottom.  The generals, or executives, choose who to sacrifice and who to save - all in the blind faith and servitude to the almighty power - profitability.  Sacrificial lambs are reared in by the shepherd, all with the cloak conceiling the inner wolf that hides within... 

Those that survive the turmoil of "seek and destroy" profitability are also included in providing pennance to the almighty - they can prove their faith and servitude through martyrdom, or their god-given right to sacrifice their incomes and pensions for the sake of the almighty - the sheep can choose to have their coats cut for the shepherd's slice of the pie.  

In the name of Sacrifice, these choices are never easy.  The generals and commanders sacrifice the summer beachfront properties or 36' Bayline cruiser, while the sheep sacrifice their warmth, shelter, food and general means of living.  It is all in the name of servitude and blind faith.  However this sacrifice is far from serving a greater good - I would rather see mouthes fed than fat cats in speedos...  These sacrifices are in the name of Aztec human sacrifice, where the sacrificial lamb may be either aware or unaware, but most definitely in disapproval.  The sacrificial names of Chronothusia are no longer valid - the purpose of a greater good is clouded with dollar figured smoke and mirrors.

The sacrifices we make on a day to day basis are never self-serving, otherwise a rose by any other name could not be sold on Valentines day - but sacrifices are instead, imposed upon us.  It is difficult to battle against the shepherds that incessantly knock on our steeples, and the battle against an oppressive shepherd only results in hoof stomps and finger bitting.  Flocking to greener pastures may provide safe haven, however finders have become keepers and/or destroyers, and the greener pasture is grayer and cloudier these days... But try as they might to shave your coat, the cloak of Chronos may turn the ticks of time in your head until the moment comes where you decide to never sacrifice for the words of others - sacrifice would be a name long forgotten, where the finders will never keep, and the seekers will never destroy.

Supernatural BC

I've spent the last week and a half driving through the mountainous regions of Supernatural British Columbia.  The trees danced from the waves of the winds and moisture driven particles of sand while the asphalt of the roads bent willfully to the rocks of craters and seismic settling.  I often drifted into zones of silence, only looking ahead at the vortex of time I bent through the windshield.  Great glaciers first carved their way through the plunders, guiding the paths to river valleys and crashing inlets and islets.  It finally settled into the vast openness of the great depths and mysteries below the sea.  A welcoming home to the gravitational forces of Earth.

In amongst the vast regions of mountains and rivers are hidden fantasy wonderlands of Sasquatch, Ogopogo and Woodland Hunters -- all alive with the ever lasting answer to the paradoxical questioning of trees chirping echoes of sounds as they fall...  The creases of valleys bends boulders into dust providing safe haven and walking trails to the wolves and cougars who prey on the weak and mindless... As howls and growls go unheard, the desertification of a Plateau's Peaks is commencing, fueled by the particular appetite of a juice from a Pine - Bettlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice made this bug appear and suck from the teet of a precious resource.   But as deserts go, the rain will always fall, bringing shrubs and grubs to a landscape full of rivers and hatching grounds - spawning the answer to another puzzling question - the intelligence of fish - the Salmon of the mighty Fraser swim against the grain in an effort to raise their hands... 

Having sculpted boundaries across a Cascadia of mountain ranges, the region swept the dreams of Thomas Jefferson into visions of ecotopia - an independent republic of the Pacific.  Movements and interest still burst forth (see the aforementioned Cascadia movement) as if Andorrans wrote scripts of Independence and set them to Sea through the Ariege and Garonne.   But the latest political plight of freedom and independence involves the use of river and valleys for renewable power - pushing the brinks of the watersheds to its capacities with its dams.   Cascadia will never rule the lands as long as the spirits of the Natives still haunts their pasts...

Smadderings of settlements stamped their grounds in the wilderness as the chase for gold swept across the valleys faster than Donovan Bailey won the 100m dash... Churches run silent on days of the busy, while ramblings of teachings still preach in the farmhouse as Sunday dresses are pleated and pressed.  The life of Supernatural BC was taught well to many who settled in the forays of forests - all in the upper compressed regions of the higher altitudes to keep the mind tightly wrapped in a knot.  

Settling into the coast and diving into the depths of sea level, the Artisans honed their crafts of culture in the attempt to tax and tour tourists through the washing coves and caves of dark sunlight hidden in corners of every nook and cranny carved out in the ocean.   Whales and seagulls are free to see, but the trip may cost you a little... Yet the carved society built on the Left Coast was one that preached renewability, ecological balance with economic prosperity - a carving so delicate and balanced the Nuu-Chah-Nulth spirits seem to have provided its Supernatural blessing...  The Rainforests stood tall in defiance to the Gods of Poseidon and brought life on their own terms - an evolutionary masterpiece of diversity and divergence... and nonetheless devoid of touristic intentions to pave and produce profit - the 500 cm of rain throughout the year keeps the Snow Angels and Sun Bunnies out for a good proportion... 

The time spent out there was a nice disconnection from the constant traffic I hear day in and day out... It was as if the plug that I had tied into the wall of modern society was pulled and the noises in my head seized to chatter - the neurons relaxed into a state of mindless obliviance of annoyances and stresses - only ocean breezes and crashing waves... a supernatural experience...

Here a Stool, there a Stool, everywhere a Stool's stool

Cysticercosis

Time ticks by as the days pass that not one employer requires an employee with my background and education.  I sit here now and document this note from our politicians: "now is the time for action and stimulus".  With these words, action and stimulus, why hasn't anything been done?  It has been two months since Canada's budget passed, hailed as the cowboys relinquishing 'conservative-rule'.  These stools drummed up mixture of stimulated bullshit, a deficit of spending masked under the moniker of action and stimulus... In this spending, we've dedicated $12 billion for roads and walkways and $8 billion for housing - in hopes of generating or, as they so eloquently snuck into the mime, "protecting", 190,000 jobs.   In amongst the budgetary balance, are bailouts - to the automotive sector - giving $12 billion bucks to help consumers buy more cars and spend more money - what better way to survive the recession than to go out and buy a new car!  Thanks stool... But now as I sit stroking my educated degree gently in my lap almost reducing the sheepskin it's printed on to stardust, I think to myself, the bust is about to burst to the basement in this bubble... and I'm stuck in it without an umbrella...

Giardia Stools

New home starts are fine and dandy, but Canada has been crippled by a resource no longer valuable to the world - it's tar sands, oil sands, in-situ heavy oil, bitumen, bidumen, black bouillon, black billed ducks - what ever you want to call is just fine - just listen... the hub of Canadian biscuit development took on 156,000 new dwellers to it's boundaries from 2003 to 2008 - in that time, average value of a home went from $210,000 to $450,000.  All told, 157,000 home (average) transactions took place in this time [20K in 2003 - 26K in 2005, 22K in 2004, 34K in 2006 (record), 33K in 2007, 22K in 2008].   If we average things out, let's say (450,000-210,000/6 years) = $40K 'average increase' in homes and say 22.6K average home sales per year.  This equates to $5.4 billion extra dollars of money being used by the buyer to pay for a home - this is the money that is being collected and owed to the banks - and this is the money that one city hopes is still out there... 

So as far as billions of dollars owed goes, the 'average' home buyer, or 157,000 people - populated the boundaries of a hub, destined to pump, produce and profit, far removed from a lesser known moniker, reduce, reuse and recycle.  From the period of August 10th 2008 to April 8th 2009, joblessness in the hub of 1.1 million people increased from 3.3% to 4.8% - many of these unemployed with educated well paying degrees...  With the math translating the words to 16,500 people finding the unemployment line, or proverbial pavement - this translates to over $740 million dollars of lost salary and wages, and up to $500 million dollars of debt owed... all from one hub...

Cucking Stools

With this debt owed, no doubtingly bailouts will burst forth - banks receiving support for their profiting off the boom.  The aforementioned $5.4 billion owed from the increase in home prices is just the start - if we averaged the total amounts owed to the banks from the entire purchase of a home (not just the increase), this number could reach $11.8 billion.  At the current rate of unemployment in the one bubbled hub, this could translate to $1 billion in bad debt so far, all in one hub...  If we transpose the numbers from this hub to others across the country, hundreds of billions of dollars could be lost in the bank and mess of the housing industry, translating to a debt assumed to a population of 33,610,474 people in the thousands of dollars.   And in a food, clothing, plastic and consumable market already pushed to the maximum with high oil prices, pollution restrictions and governmental legislation - the debt could be devastating - and there the stools are, pumping in $8 billion into an industry that could be on the verge of collapse...

Poppy Stools

As stools stand tall on podium pronouncing their verbal eloquence in the context of leadership - they mimic the cues and calls for support.  As stools appoint each other Ministers, a title only befitting to imaginary statuses, nurses and ambulance chasers become Finance Ministers, property lawyers become Environment Ministers, and the corrupted become Health Ministers...  As each stool passes through the bowels, they drag and pull on intestinal walls, scraping the innards of the lined cavities until they're flushed through the sphincter.  As the Stools pass budgets and our moneys through the legislative processes, they dump and lend our money away, scraping the bottoms of our piggy banks until we're flushed out into the streets, homeless and hungry...  

The practice of sustainability requires patience, analysis and ultimately pragmatic thought process.  The stools who organized the CMHC to hand out impragmatic mortgages that allowed a 30% spike in bankruptcies from 2007-2008 in one hub (400% spike in December) deserve to be courtesy flushed down the drain... As the days tick and tock and the numbers continue to roll in... the bumpy ride we were on is about to get a whole lot bumpier - sea sick patches are optional.  But in the advent of the aftermath, our past mistakes may lead us towards rebuilding proper sustainable economic practices...  Generations have evolved since the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, and in that time, we've identified what makes us sick, what can kill us, and what is useful to us.  As we pass through figuring out economies, eventually at some point in time, we should be able to figure things out.   As far as I can tell, we have a known population, a known supply and amount of food that can be produced and managed with water and seeds, and a known number of dwellings, residences and lodgings.   If we plug these numbers into equations of supply and demand - I'm sure some monkey out there can figure out how to balance an algebraic equation...  

It is however, cautioned that the consumerism that feeds the GDP is an effect of transforming the algebraic balance into a differentiated equation - all in an attempt to predict delta Profit over delta time - it is in the hopes of the aftermath, that we can remove the cancerous growth that is the GDP, and find a suitable candidate to integrate the differential equation back into a common, integral algebraic balance...   if there were only such a stool's tool...

Eurakyotic Development

Opisthokonts

I grew up in this forested backyard - grasses grew in tension with the air, flowers flocked in their beds tightly tucked.  I was lucky enough to be able to dig through dirt, hands deep in mud - I was always digging up earth worms to watch how they wiggle.  I remember having this maniacal sense of magistracy when I'd cut them in half as they wiggled, only to see them sprout the other end out and continue on aerating and billowing.  

Worms are fantastic creatures - and although I've outgrown the cruel sensation to play god, I still find worms fascinating - as if by studying their innate regeneration ability, we could one day mimic their processes for medical studies.  But the evolutionary stepping stone that worms followed were pale, drawl, and down right boring in comparison to some of our closer brethren - as the bonobos would bellow.  

Tree of Life

Bonobos seem to follow a code of monkey mischief lost in this primitive monkey brain - they tend to be altruists - an art so lost in splattered layers that the sense of the definition is never known to some...   Tucked away in a corner of the Democratic Republic of Congo, the pygmy chimp, or aforementioned bonobo, has a DNA that matches our homo sapien variety, between 98 - 99.4%.  They eat, they shit, they sleep.  They've evolved their brains to understand that equality is a virtue - indicatively so, it is often interpreted that the female bonobo are the dominant sex - but so inconspicuously so as not to be arrogant or obnoxious - the bonobos seems to have mastered the concept of equality.   What they've also discovered is the cure-all for any dispute - sex... Bonobos often mutually masturbate each other, enjoy French kissing and petting and are known to be big enthusiasts of PDA, or public displays of affection.  They often enjoy sex prior to eating meals, and are known to be relieved of tension, hostility and overall aggression after sex - which in turn leads to more sharing of food and general care for one another.  In doing so, males tolerate this lifestyle of constant sex, and the females form hierarchies of respect and trust in the form of a matriarch.  For the most part, a male can be more popular under the wing of a popular bonobetty.  In this lifestyle of sharing and sex, the bonobos are arguably the most compassion, empathetic, kind, patient chimps on the planet.  No wars and plenty of sex, when they see a fellow bonobo in need or hurt or handicapped, they help.  The ultimate altruistic hippy chimp.

Amoboezoa

But the bonobos' compassion, empathy, kindness and patience are characteristics that makes me think chimps can't be the only ones programmed for this behaviour - it can't be all that bleak to the humans family tree.  As bleak as the outlook can be, wolves still bring food back to the pack, walruses and dogs adopt, and dolphins support the injured with a finned crutch in the depths of the oceans...  and the bonobos are still monkeys.  

It's strange to think of admiring a 'so-called' sub-species of life for their altruistic behaviour - this behaviour just doesn't happen that often in my neck of the woods these days.  I still push trapped cars out of snow drifts or ditches, hold a door open for an incomer or outgoer, and spare a dime for anyone who asks - but the altruistic sense of 'doing for without' seems to be wrapped in circular logic by the Darwinists themselves - Natural Selection only increases the individuals chance of reproduction... altruism doesn't have a home in the theory of evolution...

Chromalveolates

As theories evolve, Darwin must be able to respect the path of society chosen by the benevolent bonobo... Survival of the fittest takes on new meanings to these monkeys.  The bonobos carved a territory in this planet, have called it home and live a life only hiding from poachers and hunters.  Food aplenty and casual sex only a hand tap away... the bonobos defined it all by listening and respecting their women - feminism at it's pure archaic form.  It makes me wonder if feminism would thrive the world to the ways of the bonobo - pragmatic sex for all, mouths fed, injured healed, the cold warmed... Survival and existence in the simplest form - survival defined by the way of the bonobo - they've evolved their way to their garden of Eden in the congo - their own monkey utopia.   It's too bad we weren't all monkeys... we were only missing 0.6-2% of our DNA to do it... as the great Charlton Heston once proclaimed: "Some apes, it seems, are more equal than others"

Circle of Fifths

As I hopped onto the rabbit trail some many Easters ago, I turned my back on the hidden eggs my parents so benevolently hid from me.  It wasn't as though I was unappreciative of my parents' kind nature of crediting a mythical bunny for their generosity, but I had the fortunate encounter with a rabbit hole big enough to fit my imagination - I no longer found significance in the coloured rabbit eggs hiding in the shrub - I'd always get too distracted by the bees buzzing around the berries that were growing on the shrub.  

Chromatic Scaling

So as plums plopped and carrots karyo-typed their message, my rabbit trail ended at a bus stop.  At this bus stop, a Ticketmaster tore of a taped ticket for the ten o'clock boarding to the University of Bunny Concern, or UBC for short.  At UBC, this bunny was concerned with the make-up of karyotypes' make-ups - but it was a surreal struggle for this bunny, as if the transformative processes of metamorphosis that the bunny was studying infiltrated it's karyo-types and the carrots the bunny once craved were no longer edible.  The evolutionaric metamorpholic contraband that poisoned the bunny was perhaps too self inflicted by the bunny beer busts and bunny burger buffets, but the bunny also began the Universal Bible of Carrot Caution - or UBCC for short.  This thesis in bunny boundary definition allow the pain of metamorphosis to be eased by morphic tendencies - cautioning the bunny to beware of carrots Babeling universical tales of evolutionaric mistrust.  But anyways, the entirety of the time spent at UBC was not just about UBCC, but more diving into the depths of rabbit holes and infinite numbers. 

Pitch Class

There, at UBC, the imagination took on a new defined format - mathematics.  The differential formulations defined by the imagination of math told ordinary tales of balance and algebraic braille, but as the UBCC thesis popped it's head out of the rabbit hole, math morphed into differential formulas defined by imaginary numbers predicting ordinate and in-ordinate tales of chaos and limitless life.   What the struggle that this bunny found, was that the world of imagination in math only tried to define boundary-value solutions to boundless problems, the world of bunny rabbits is full of boundfull bruises and problems.  What really threw a loop in the boundless birth of the UBCC was the radially emitted boundaries of circles, or spheres - the imaginative math that defines these boundaries broke open the limitless possibilities of Wonderland.  

Wonderland was a limitless boundary, defined by the shape of a sphere - as more mass is added to the sphere, the hemispherical balance of pressure and gravity pushes back out, growing the sphere in a differential logic that puzzles the mathematician.  With these growing pains, colours and light suddenly made sense, as if a circle dictated all things unknown to me - a circular path surrounding all my surroundings, falling back to a pre-set path as if all things were dictated by an innate sphere - our atoms.  

Equal Tempered Composition

Concurrently, the UBCC thesis seemed to be a collaborative one, as one dark-haired musical bunny once showed me - the circle of rabbit holes and spheres could also be explained by fifths.  One explanation I can offer is to define a circle - it has a start, it has and end, if defined by a datum point (or starting point).  A straight line on a 2-D notepad didn't define a circle, nor does red define the spectrum of light in a rainbow.  If we add more colour to spectrum, or say blue, the rainbow is not yet complete, nor is the circle complete with a secondary line added to the first, or the y-axis added to the x-axis.  Now if any of these lines should bend, a third party is added to the mix or pastels, the bend finds the path back to the beginning, and the circle can be defined - as is the yellow to the cauldron of colour, as if the 3rd ingredient blends up the recipe for existence itself.  The 3rd ingredient, or 3-D, allows things to live in the real, defined UBC.  

What the dark-haired bunny explains, in the midst of circling fifths, is that adding ingredients after 3-D explains the necessity for infinite possibilities to exist.  The dark haired bunny used musical ingredients to the colour wheel, allowing the explanation of music theory to be displayed by the mish-mash of 3-D yellow-blue-red light spectrum.  Compositions of tension, angst, peace and harmony could be made using the colour wheel as guidance, and determined that music, as with colours, as with energy, and as with all things that tripped the curiosity of bunny rabbits down holes were explained by circles.  

Enharmonic Key Signatures

With all good three-dimensional rules and laws, a fourth can always be added to the mix, creating circular bubbles to either burst, or grow serendipitously as if evolution depends on it.  We see examples of fourth laws in thermodynamics, creating the unknown, unbewildered state of entropy - in newtonian laws with the insertion of gravity into motions - and in the colour spectrum with the insertion of darkness... The fourth ingredient seems to be the secret one, allowing the rules or laws or entity to actually exist.  

In the example of spherical proportions, this bunny hopped on the wrong bus for a second - the bright colours and spinning mastery of the Circle of Fifths was too much of a distraction.  But proportionately hopping back onto the UBCC, as a 3-D ingredient is added to two sticks, we kind of get the shape of a triangle - sticking oddly with all geometric angles, heating up the Karyo-typed stew to 180 degrees.   The cooking time for Karyo-typed stew requires time and a count-up (as opposed to count-down), as the three legs of the triangle can be pushed and harmonized counting from 180 degrees twice, right up to a solidly round 360, or 12 moons by 30 suns.   No additional ingredient is necessary for the evolution of a triangle to a circle, just time and space, from 180 to 360, from 6 moons to 12 moons, from 15 suns to 30 suns, and from Karyo-typed to Pro-Karyo-types and Eu-Karyo-typed, like all things evolutionary.  

The Pythagorean Comma

As the evolutionary steps of the UBCC were finalized, UBC burst with admission requests, adding more and more bunnies to the mix.  The response was disturbing to this bunny, as the UBCC continually require more and more evolution to it's tale, as if the 4th ingredient was that of the evil eggplant, poisonous to all bunny rabbits.  But the fourth ingredient was simply a tale of evolution - adding a new balance to be sought, darkness to the colour wheel, zeroth law to chaos, gravity to all things in motion - and an evolved spherical balance of a circle.  So to add a fourth element, or shape to a circle, we dive back into the world of imaginary mathematics (imaginary to this bunny anyways).  

In the event of a fourth part to the circle, either a bubbly burst can happen (Chaos --> Balance), or the circle finds it's own balance, and the sphere grows larger, into bigger bubble.  If more and more fourth elements are added to the sphere, a cone is sustained, creating shapes of carrot-rific proportions and boundaries.  The cone, if permanently sustained, grows roots of reckless fervour, pushing cones into wormholes.  The permanent sustenance of the 4-D ingredient is one that is left to the world of imaginative math, describing tales of cold fusion in thermodynamics, perpetual motion in newtonian laws and interstellar travel through wormholes in the case of rabbit holes.   

The UBCC is a cautionary tale of circular logic and unknown tales that are yet to be discovered.  The thesis of the UBCC never ended at the UBC, evolutionary magic is pushing the thesis beyond 360 suns x moons  into deeper and deeper rabbit holes - internally until the depths of the rabbit hole finds the end...

Five Steps to Aphelion

A thought came across my mind a few days back - the career of Will Smith is one of Scient-fictious proportions - Independence Day: Alien-blasting action, Men In Black: Alien-hunting action, I-Robot: Robot-hunting action, I am Legend: Post-Apocalyptic action, and of course, Hitch: the finest piece of Science Fiction ever to grace the good shelves of the video store.  But with smadderings of other inspirational pieces (Six Degrees of Separation, Pursuit of Happiness, Seven Pounds) Will Smith went from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air to Gene Roddenberry of Distant Planets. It is no surprise to me that his family supports Scientology - his viewpoint on life must be a little enlightened with Asimov and Cruise whispering in his ears (it should be noted that he and his wife are supportive of all religions, and the Smith's do not subscribe to any of life's pre-scripted existences).   

One thing Asimov whispered, was the futuristic world of robotic intelligence.  In this portrayal, Smith played a circular logician at heart by the name of Spooner - who held an innate mistrust of all robots that lived amongst him.  The plot surrounded the Three Laws of Robotics (Asimov added a Zeroth Law, so as to provide similar priority to the Laws of Thermodynamics) - whereby all humanity would be taken care of by robots (insert Wall-E storyline here) - no robot would harm any human in any type of fashion.  But with this plot surrounding Three Laws, a loophole is discovered, only to find that the Three Law system has a hole looped in it - a circular logic nightmare for Artificial Intelligence - Chaos ensues and the Laws are not balanced until Entropy and Chaos are reduced to the Zeroth law, balance.    

Balancing Act

To balance the beam of energy in all things, a beginning and and end are created, and along with way, much similar to the career of the aforementioned Smith, an Existence is formed - central to the soul and nervous system - central to the core of the counter-current creases of plasmic plutonic magma mining it's way through the mantle - everything begins and ends.  Along the way, all of us roam our minds mimicking the soulful wanderer - driving pillars of thought into cortextual regions pushing us to the brink of insanity - or arguably our imaginations.  As we roam the playground of the brain, the search to look inward and outward defines the wanderer.  I realize it's difficult to lump things into two categories, but if we define a datum point, or a starting point, in a three-dimensional world, I can still go in polar-opposites - and along the way wanderers venture off into paths in all their spherical dreams, but a beginning and end do exist, along with a left and right, up and down, and inward and outward.  If we assign the human body as the datum point, or starting point, the search for Existence can be defined as inward, or outward.   The outward search creates definitions of outward, almighty powers - looking into the Heavens in search for any signs.  Stars helped the Maya, Clouds and imagination helped the Theist.  The search inward involved a more 'in'-depth analysis, magnifying the search for the soul into the tiniest molecules of perception.   The search inward is as subjective as the search outward.  Existence is subjective to all definitions.   

To look inward brings on a plethora of other varying subjective definitions - all with the intention to define our actions to predict the future of consequences. Inward looking can be defined by mindful thought, describing the complex balance of chemical and neurons chattering electrochemical signals back and forth - the inward onlooker always describes experiences with definitions of energy beams and auras - the search inwardly always brings the onlooker closer to sentience and balance beams of energy.

Electron Clouds

As the path to inward onlooking proceeds, the electron microscope can mimic Galileo's intentions to look outwardly with the telescope.  The electron microscope can be used to look inwardly, at our atomic structure. Schrödinger defined the atom in waves of energy, and proposed electron orbits is terms of energetic propulsions - rotating at various speeds based on the proximity to the nucleus. An example can be found here (click on the heavier elements to see Schrödinger's waves of electron paths). The paths were then modelled to predict the electron's consequence of orbital pathways - and created the cloud of orbits, as pictured in the model to the left.

So it is evident that all atomic structures, spin - rotating around in a fervor of mass and molecules. If we look outwardly, and seek answers in the Moon and Stars, we would follow traditions instilled by the Maya culture, dedicating our thoughts and charts to mapping the unknown outwardly. It must have perplexed the Maya to a fervor and fear with the conundrum - why do we always see the same face of the Moon?  With all of this spinning and dancing through the skies, why does the Moon remain motionless, as if locked in an ever-lasting fight with the tides of the Earth - the Moon kisses our spinning planet. Is it possible for this conglomerated mass of asteroidic proportions to be the only spin-less species in our Solar System? The answer to this Cynic is a resounding 'no'.

So how does our Moon spin? The subjective aspect to this question sends me on the trip of a lifetime, through space and time, and into the realms of Science Fiction - a topic devoid of time and reasoning, only to be inserted as a 'What-If' category on bookshelves. Through the eons of spinning around the Earth, it's partner, the Moon has balanced its asteroidic proportions to the mass of the Earth, gently floating across the planes of the ellipsoidal paths of orbitals. As molten cores rotated, mountains evolved sending frictional rotations of molecules to the point of contact, delving into the first prokaryotic balances of cell structure. As if gravity were the mixing cauldron, the prokaryotic balance splits via mitosis, one cell drawn to the Moon, one cell drawn to the Sun, and so the cycle endured, re-building to the steps of mother nature and gravity, over and over each strand of deoxyribonucleic goodness. The mitochondrial revolution was afoot - and the Moon towered graciously spinning and engraving its face to our waters - over eons of spinning - the moon finally found the perfect equation to explain gravity's magic - it rotates in proportion to our pull - it spins to match our perfectly sculpted oceans - the magic of spherical orbitals.  

[press rewind in top right corner - other spin 'sites' - here]

Farseeing Foresight

The outward search was revolutionized by Galileo Galilee as the telescope was pointed to the stars, rather than into each other's windows - and Galilee brought on a new era in outward searching, no longer reliant on mystical powers and false prophets, the stars told a tale of circular logic and eternal dances - solar orbitals.   The orbitals' dance are almost defined by gears and pulleys, as if an everlasting tension is pulled tight between the moons and planets - always following a path dictated by unseen waves of energy - balance beams of perfection.  With the perfect prom night promiscuously coming to a close, the solar system's balance is one of many.  Populating the night's sky through the telescope's treasures.  Dust, asteroids, belts, Titans, Plutos and Charons can all be found drifting aimfully - all in a circular pattern that only the kaleidoscope can mimic - repeated patterns of infinity, all the orbitals of our solar system map a cloud of balance, a cloud of electronic pulses finding a set pattern dictated by gravity - the unknown almighty.  

other solar orbits sites - here and here

Circulating Logic

Courtesy: NASA/JPL Caltech

I don't often ramble on about being and existence much, but it was quite the experiment in Will Smith's antics as six degrees only separated my random thoughts of Will Smith to Existence to Atomic Structure to the Moon's Rotation to Solar Orbitals.  But with only five degrees of separation I'm left with the though of Will Smith's Men in Black - specifically the final sequence depicted below - it reveals a small glimpse of an existence of the universe, 

where our solar system rotates in the Milky Way, which rotates with other galaxies - which rotates around a defined sphere, or a marble.  

The Sixth degree of my random thoughts involves the electron cloud mimicking the solar orbitals, as the picture of the Electron Cloud closely matches the image above of Solar Orbitals by NASA - as if the inward and outward elements of our make-up are all the same.  Inside, outside, the make-up of our atoms is universal.   As if circular logic could bind all things to the Sixth Degree just the way Perihelion always finds its way back to Aphelion.  

The Shoemaker's Dialogue

As if tripping back through time Simon said the world was black - and so the moon would set.

As if reaching for some red, Simon said the sky would fall, and Chicken Littles would be King

As if writing with a pen, Simon said the words will last, and the legacy would be read...

On Comparison

I had recently been discussing the definition of a pragmatic viewpoint and the cynical view point - the topic irked my brain into action.  By purely going by definition from any standardized dictionary of smebrlcad ltretes, the pragmatic logician ranks viewpoints on practicality, utilizing priority-driven responses to dictate the moral and human response to thought.   The pragmatic logician requires years of ethical assessment to dictate the proper response sequencing, but provided enough varied input, the pragmatic logician can easily dictate any diplomatic hostage situation.  The cynical, however, is said to question the true nature of evil and mistrust itself, the cynic chooses to doubt every word ever spoken or written thinking that selfish interest is the only consequence available to an action - the cynic does not believe in the altruistic, or the benevolent.  The cynic is sometimes mis-informed and is most definitely mis-interpreted.

On Cynicism

The Cynics, were first and foremost dedicated to the teachings of Socrates.  In the advent of the 5th Century B.C. - the Greeks were sent a gift from Zeus, Hades and Poseidon - the foresight of knowledge and understanding ethical practice - the revolution of Philosophy.  The conversations of Socrates and his closest associate, Simon the Shoemaker, were often in deep reflection from observation of the world around them.  Simon, having been quite studious in the practice of leather-stitching, grew quite contemplative as the years passed alongside Socrates - and chose to continue following the conversations, even when provided more lucrative offerings to join the King's Parade as Court Jester in the role of Political Philosopher (a modern day Political Scientist perhaps?) - Simon said no, I choose to use neither my poverty nor my trade as a pretext for not doing philosophy - said in context of freedom of speech and the role of a Court Jester's lack of it - and so the Cynics were born.  

On Pragmatic Determination

The Cynics were born from the stumblings and grumblings of a poor, soleful, shoemaker.  Simon sat at his side, using the neurons of his mind, sending brainwave after brainwave of new thought into stashes of memory banks.  Having lived his life in poverty, he saw, he undoubtedly wept, and he whisked his tongues with laces in servitude to an Empire.  He listened, he connected, he understood, he questioned, and he wrote.  He began using his pre-destined aptitude for lacing and penned arguably the greatest works of art ever lost - he wrote the words of Socrates himself.  He penned the Socratic Dialogue - or more uncharacteristically aliased as the Shoemaker's Dialogues.  

The Cynics were raised from the unworldly insanity of this man's refusal - the refusal to be rich.  Simon said at a time, words of wisdom so proficiently powerful, prose itself proliferated it's prolific prowess to Providence.  And the rich had noticed - blanketed in the deep depths of Hades, the political powers at play persuaded Aristotle himself - and were empowered with the wisdom of a philosopher reaching the people, or the political pawns.  But the true philosophers noticed that the censorship and freedoms of speech lost when philosophizing in a political framework defeated the principles of philosophy itself - even Aristotle realized this - the Cynics realized this.

The Cynics were labelled as 'speechdom' fighters - hanging onto the words of truth no matter what the cost.  Simon refused the bribes and offerings of the Empire, and instead chose to live life poor, with opportunity to take care of his sole - his hobby, Shoemaking.  In his craft, Simon wrote 33 dialogues, or writings, or essays:

• On the Gods  
• the Good  
• on the Honourable
  
• what the Honourable is  
• the first Dialogue on Justice  
• the second Dialogue on Justice
  
• on Virtue  
• showing that it is not to be taught  
• the first Dialogue on Courage
  
• the second  
• the third  
• on Laws
  
• on the Art of Guiding the People  
• on Honour  
  
• on Poetry  
• on Good Health  
• on Love  
  
• on Philosophy  
• on Knowledge  
• on Music  
  
• on Poetry   
• on what the Honourable is  
• on Teaching  
  
• on Conversation  
• on Judgement  
• on the Existent  
  
• on Number  
• on Diligence  
• on Activity  
  
• on Covetousness  
• on Insolence  
• on the Honourable  
  
• Some also add to these dialogues[]
  

On Activism

The Cynics determined self-sustenance was the key ingredient to the soup of our dirty sole-less feet.  Simon says: "Let me become Simon the shoemaker so that I might converse with philosophers such as Socrates" - and so the Cynics did what Simon said, casting off richness and glory, all for the sake to be heard in free words - the Cynics decided that a life of self-sustenance on free thought is a life worth living - and so the Cynics followed the Shoemaker in a life of self-sustaining happiness, free from the dependence on external goods and circumstances - in a healthy mental state.   The Cynics chose to choose their Significances - as evident through the odd behaviour of Diogenes the Cynic, who would hug statues in the depths of the worst winter colds, and would be rewarded as consequence, to the indifference to cold temperatures, and would no longer need extra clothing or heating to keep warm - his brain was indifferent to temperature senses.  

In Conclusion

The Cynic reduces needs to a bare minimum.  Simon wrote the teachings lost from an existence - the existence of Socratic Dialogue, and the lost key to assimilation of politics and philosophy.  Philosophy lost the race for political prowess - all the cynical preachings of a soulful, pragmatic, Cynic.   It now 2500 years since the tales of the Cynics were first told, and philosophy is still an art lost without a Shoemaker - choosing to hang out in cobbler's markets and discussing in free contextual manner.  The political merger between philosophy died when the lost art of Simon the Shoemaker's dialogues were lost - never to be restructured again.  The Cynics were followers, dedicated to preserving the Socratic Dialogue in the hopes of better uses - but 2500 years later, the political game is still one that is wrought with religious intentions.  Philosophy has arguably evolved since the days of Simon's sayings, merging into Scientific realms stretching our i'maginations to unarguable truth - and perhaps with this better understanding of human interactions, benevolences, altruisms, regrets, faiths, justices and health a new breed of Philosophical thought may evolve - one of Pragmatic determination and Cynical sensibility that only true sentience can comprehend - a Philosophy of Life - and the mad scribblings of a few Shoemakers...as Socrates said, the shoemaker is dutiful in the "art of taking care of one's soul".

"Simon the shoemaker [...] someone who is greater in wisdom than anyone ever was or will be"- Aristippus 

"Zeno said that Crates was sitting in a shoemaker's shop and reading aloud Aristotle's Protrepticus which he had written for Themison, the Cyprian king. In it he said that no one had more advantages  for being a philosopher, for he had great wealth so that he could spend money on this activity and still have his repuatation intact. And Zeno said that while Crates was reading, the shoemaker was attentive but all the while kept on with his stitching. And Crates said, It seems to me, Philiscus, that I should write a Protrepticus for you, since I see that you have more advantages for being a philosopher than the man for whom Aristotle wrote" - Teles apud Stobaeus Anthologium