'Terrorists' who Turned out to really be heroes...

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In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

MLK

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We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

MLK

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The danger from computers is not that they will eventually get as smart as men, but that we will meanwhile agree to meet them halfway.

-Bernard Avishai

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A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than mere spectators of life.



-Ryunosuke Akutagawa

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50 unique and interesting architechtural marvels.

50 Strange Buildings of the World.

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An anthropological introduction to YouTube

Dr. Wesch; Assistant Professor of Cultural Anthropology
Kansas State University, recently won an award for being an EXCELLENT teacher...

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crate digging...Don't Do It.

Stefan Glerum does some really cool work, and does a great public service with his "crate digging... Don't Do It" Campaign.





And here is the rest of it.

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TED.

As I am a huge fan of the "TED" talks, you might notice that I post them quite often...







http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/66

http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/65

http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/451

http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/403

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Monstyer Trucks in tiltshift/stop motion...

Metal Heart from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.


Two techniques utilized here... The first is tilt-shift, a technique often used by architectural photographers to make large objects look like miniatures by taking photos through a lens that's not parallel to the film or digital sensor, which creates a shallow depth of field. The second is time-lapse, which is essentially stringing together a series of photos to create an animation.

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The largest container ship in the world?

I was about to think that we couldn't get junk fast enough anymore... was i ever wrong.












And here is the rest of it.

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The State of The Village Report.

If the entire world's population were expressed as just 100 people... How would they be living?

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Holding the Sun..

We all ought to hold the sun in our hand once in a while... just to remember the connection we hold to that far away giant ball of burning gasses...




And here is the rest of it.

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dual functionality pump.

This seems like a pretty great idea...


And here is the rest of it.

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It's not boring, it's fungi...

...and amazing in appearance also.








More; By Colour, by toxicity
and wild and weird.. .

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Cadilac one- travelling in style.

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To the optimist, the glass is half full.
To the pessimist, the glass is half empty.
To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.

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Does this image remind you of the economy?

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Don't Feed The Plants...

These plant's feed themselves just fine thank you very much...

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Footage of the Bush Team handing over the records to the National Archeives....

With The bush administration countdown clock nearing Zero hour, and national archivers knocking on their doors asking for pesky things like "records" and "documents"... you know... those quaint things which once kept the office of the President and Vice President at least KINDA transparent....


Does anyone else foresee a market rise in THIS companies stock?

I'm thinking they probably forgot about the tonnes of evidence pointing out just how far they pushed aside things like the Geneva convention while allowing and actively promoting War Crimes.





Footage of Bush Administration Archive Team bringing White House records to The National Archive.




Hard drives, cars, and DEFINITELY all the documents you can dream of... People?

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The Dullest tool in the shed?

better Presidents to follow.

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The Sharpest Manmade Object in the toolbox.

better surgical tools to follow?















A field ion microscope (FIM) image of a very sharp tungsten needle. The small round features are individual atoms. The lighter colored elongated features are traces captured as atoms moved during the imaging process (approximately 1 second).

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Imagining the Tenth Dimension.

A man, a book, an idea, a cool flash site...













Visit the "preamble" page for the full explanation of the book.

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Castles in the sand...

Not your average "sand bucket and some water and a miniature plastic "shovel" style sand castles...

these ones are ridiculously wild and not just castles...

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Immortal Beloved.

After Beethoven's death in March 1827 two documents were discovered in his desk. These were the Heiligenstadt Testament and the love letters shown above. The passionate feelings manifested in these letters where addressed to a person unknown. Many have speculated over whom might be the recipient, made more difficult by the fact that there is no year or place given on the letters. But Solomon, following Beethoven's date on the letters, his movement during the period (1812) and studying the persons close to Beethoven, has come to the solution that Antoine Brentano must be the answer, now generally accepted as being correct..




About the letters(+plus the letters) ...


and what better way to solve a historical mystery than by the method of online internets forum.

HAH next thing you know we'll will be solving who wrote "Shakespeare" via MY Blog.

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square america...

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Ghost's in the Genes

What if the things that we take in by forced consumption daily "stayed" inside us... Lingered... and changed how out genes react.

We know about gene "switches"... now think about how often those switches are being manipulated by the toxins we breathe/eat/drink/ and passively absorb.







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Education would be so much more effective if its purpose were to ensure that by the time they leave school every boy and girl should know how much they don’t know, and be imbued with a lifelong desire to know it.

~Sir William Haley

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What's YOUR bias?

Pick your poison.

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It's Real

or is it? .












Think Before You Speak.

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Lennoaceae: Pholisma sonorae (Sand Food)

Just one of the beautifully bizarre plants that are in co-habitation with 'US'... This desert wonder is just like us... it borrows from others to stay alive, and in the meantime puts some Pretty flowers out to wow the world.


A parasitic flowering plant grows in the Algodones Dunes of southeastern California and adjacent Arizona, and in the sand dunes of El Gran Desierto in Sonora, Mexico (north of Bahia Adair in the Gulf of California). Within this area, the plants grow on sand dunes produced by wind transport of sand from the beaches of ancient Lake Cahuilla and the Colorado River delta. Another unusual species of sand food (Pholisma culiacana) is endemic to rocky, subtropical thorn scrub 500 miles (800 km) south in Sinaloa, Mexico. The disjunct distribution of these two species may be explained by plate tectonics. Floras west of the San Andreas fault and Gulf rift, in southern California and Baja California, have been displaced northward at least 500 km since the Miocene epoch (about 30 million years ago). Assuming that P. culiacana is more like the tropical progenitor of both species, P. sonorae could have diverged into a more xeric (drought resistant) species west of the San Andreas fault as peninsular California moved northward. Present day populations of P. sonorae east of the fault could have migrated there by shifting sand dunes in the region. .

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"The Young Mans book of Amusement"

definitely probobly not what you were expecting... warning... book contains some of the most dangerous/and or *ill advised "experiments" (*see using the expansive force of water freezing to EXPLODE artillery??

published in 1854 and within its 384 pages are Gems of Victorian Science... such as; "tips" on doing "reanimation science" on "dead criminals"....


some are pretty incredible (*unrepeatable? well, not with the "scientist" surviving anyway..)


Why not try being a lifesaver to a fly by "putting a drowned fly on finely powdered chalk or ashes" you can apparently revive it... first to try and send a video of this will be the winner of my who wants to be the winner contest. (soon to be serialized and syndicated)

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"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new."

A. Einstein.

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Objects in mirror are closer than they appear...

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Got 16 extra PS3's lying around?

if so... why not start solving universal mysteries and such, how about a couple matches of your favorite game followed by 'solving' black holes... (spoiler.. we used to call them "banks"...)


how do calvin and hobbes explain this 'financial crisis'??


seems more like a "Bail out bad business practices" to me.

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Talk like a physicist...

An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar. The first one orders a beer. The second orders half a beer. The third, a quarter of a beer. The bartender says “You’re all idiots”, and pours two beers.


They ask for separate bills... the bartender say's get out... you aren't even of age, are you...

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These aren't the droid's you're looking for...Move along, Move along.

Humptey dumptey sat on a wall... Humptey dumptey had a great... push???







What IS the moral of that particular nursery rhyme?

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Fluid Chains and Fishbones

This is either the name of a stupendous new band... or a set of pretty awesome pictures.
Dr. Bush studies the coolest kind of science... beautiful science.




It seems this page is kind of an intersection between art and science... here is the rest of it.



and their main page...

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night music. a pettite introduction to word jazz.

This man, true Genius...can speak words that reach in between us. Instantly conjugating chords of caustic vibrant violet violence. yet willow like, weaving and melting, light as a feather. Intricate delicacies turning insects into extacy.

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Sustainable environment for quality life.

100 tips...help keep your personal environment from being toxic, don't be lazy, your children will appreciate when they don't have cancers like all their peers at 22... go now, pick... choose... accept, deny, decry, adopt, approve, improve, reduce your excuse... try some of these, or all, but not none.

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Grahams Heirarch of Disagreement

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Haptodysphoria;

It relates to the uncomfortable sensation one gets when touching soft things, like cotton balls or peach fuzz. I just love that a word exists for such a feeling; also, *I often experience haptodysphoria, and it’s nice to have a word to describe it.

(*no; "i" don't really 'often experience it'... but that is solely because i don't like the feeling of cotton balls and generally avoid them..)


(you MUST visit "myfavoritewords" which allows people to write in their "favorite" words.. full of oddities, "Sesquipedalian" words, rarities, and generally a collection of words leaving you with an *all-overish(*it's in the oed) feeling of giddiness... or nausea.

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From whence doth thine wordology-speakey methods descend?

After seeing some of the Origins of the English Language (in Pie form of course); Check out this MUCH expanded map of Human language...


While you're at it; Learn to write your name in Elfish (elvish?) in ten minutes (note; lord of the rings universe, may induce over-dork, if you begin to feel any of the symptoms, cease immediately.)

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Jill Bolte Taylor's 'stroke' of insight...

Brain researcher Jill Bolte Taylor studied her own stroke as it happened -- and has become a powerful voice for brain recovery.

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Repeat after me, & do not deviate from your predetermined, purpose written lines. 'I am free'.

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You know Escher's art (if only on sight.)

...ponder no more what his dreams would look like brought into your reality,


and then Beyond Escher's reality.

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"Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind."

-A. Einstein

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Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils. ~Louis Hector Berlioz

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever. — Gandhi

Teachers open the door, but you must enter by yourself.


A teacher is one who makes (him)self progressively unnecessary. ~Thomas Carruthers



I have never in my life learned anything from any man who agreed with me. — Dudley Field Malone

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plants in the ultra-viole(n)t

Plants seen through an ultraviolet lens...



And everybody's favorite ultra-violent carnivorous plants IN 3D!

Dionaea muscipula, the venus flytrap

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Infinity (symbolically represented with ∞) comes from the Latin infinitas or "unboundedness." It refers to several distinct concepts – usually linked to the idea of "without end" – which arise in philosophy, mathematics, and theology.

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February Comes Sooner Now...

If Only In My Mind;

How February Comes Sooner Now; Act 4/5

Written By ∞intimation∞

4^th draft: January,14 2005

EXTERIOR: Daytime- Bright Sunlight. Vision spinning, View- clouds, sky… settles beside a still lake

INTERIOR: Cell-Night-Small window in corner shadows of moon on wall, no overhead lights.

J- Who are you?

Ax- They say, say, they say I’m a gull…

J- Why would They ever say something like that?

Ax- Maybe since I am…

(Ax walks across the room, sits on the mattress in the corner)

J-(loudly)- They sent you to get It out of me, didn’t they!!

J- (fierce)- You aren’t the first one they’ve sent, you know!!

Ax- I’m not on “Their” side, just drop it, I’m not WITH anyone.

J- (seething with unexplainable anger)- I won’t let you take anything, you won’t get it!!

Ax- (confused)- Now just what, What the HELL are you ever talking about!

J- You know! I can recognize voices, you know, to faces, what you are saying… I… I know!

Ax-(Shortly)- How long have you been in this place?

J- I’m not sure, one of the guys with the pills said something about 14 years so far… I just don’t, can’t know or be for sure anymore…(trails off)

Ax- You too eh?

J- Yeah, I used to have a good sense of time and now, now, I, I can’t tell an hour from a day from a year form a nanosecond, I feel like I am in like an, er god’s great magnificent, singular oil painting but all the colours have been washed and all mixed in together… . I just can’t be sure I can be sure a about reality anymore.

Ax- I know… it seems to me like I have been in here somewhere near 30 years, but I know truth from things I hear through my walls… I’ve only been here 14 years.

J- You know nothing, you are just a follower in this huge and open world!

Ax- The pills they stuff down our throats, they make money off of them, with us, it’s a, wait, we are, the industry. The shocks they jolt us with, the way they act like they have just forgotten us… it puts years on, years we shouldn’t have had. The desperation gets to be too much, sometimes it’s more than I can bear.

J- I don’t believe you know nothing of THEM. You must, I can feel you probing my subconscious, sifting through my words when I answer you, hoping to unlock my brain.

Ax- (emphatically)- I’m not with them, and I bet if I did know Them.. I’d hate em for how long they have had me locked up like a beast along side you!

J- If you haven’t been coerced into aiding Them, as you say, then why all of a sudden have they put you here, in this room, where I have spent 14 years… all alone until now, that means no visitors- at least no one who ever stayed very much longer than a cup of Tea has to take to get Ready…

Ax- you can’t honestly believe this has been YOUR room the whole time… You must know that this has always been my room! I have never had a different room. You were just transferred in here yesterday morni…

J-(Interrupting)- You really are crazy! I know this is, and always has been my room. I know this chipped brick…

Jake walks to the corner, points to a brick at just above head level, sure enough, it has Markings in it

J-(pointing to a wall on the other side of the room)- And those markings there on the wall, I made them!

Ax- You’re the crazy one! How could anyone believe you’re anything but pure nuts! I hope “They” really do come after you

J- (sobbing)- This has been my HOME!

J- (wildly screaming)- WHY DO I HAVE TO STAY HERE? It’s not my fault I tell you!

Why do I stay, all I hear is blame from every one!

Ax- SHHHHH, who blames you for what? And shut up, stop fighting with me, or they’ll come in here!

The door clicks and unlocks, two men walk in, Ax hide’s in the shadows while the two men sedate Jake, just before he slips into unconsciousness, Jake notices how the two men completely ignore Ax, he is furious.

Scene 2

Jake wakes up in his cell, looks around for Ax but he isn’t there.

INTERIOR: Cell-Night-Small window in corner, sliver of light shines across the cell floor, no overhead lights.

JAKE-(soliloquy)- There’s only one way to prove that this actually is my room, and They didn’t just sedate me and switch my room, but I know I’m not crazy. I have to check where I scratched my name and the date that I was put in here on the wall. It will say Jake, May 1, 19 - what year was it again? Here I am, doubting myself, and talking to myself, babbling like a crazed fool, they can’t be right, I won’t let them be right.

Curtains fall, but as Jake is going over to the wall, he instead goes to the wall and sits down against it.

End scene

Scene 3 act 2

Jake is sitting against the wall still, slowly banging his head against the padded cell wall. The door opens, and Ax is thrown in. The door is slammed behind him

INTERIOR: Cell-Night-Fully lit with bright and cold “sanitary” neon hospital lights.

Ax- Are you still in here?

J- Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?

Ax- Well, I figured since you get the kingly treatment in here you would have been given a first class room or something..

J- Now I don’t know what on earth you’re talking about!

Ax- Well you go screaming at the top of your lungs, and then they come and drag me away, give me all kinds of treatments, its more like torture I say! And then when I ask if they’re going to punish you too, all they do is give me a blank stare!

J- Yeah, you’re just bloody hilarious, why don’t you shut up now, I have already told you that I am not THAT crazy, not yet anyway!

Ax- It seems like the longer I know you, the more ridiculous and unbelievable your statements seem, I would like to know what could drive you to be so completely crazy as…

J-(suddenly defensive)- Yeah, I’m sure you would love to know all the secrets I’ve got hidden in my head, they’ve been trying to get it all out since I got put in here! They have sent in one after another… everytime they seemed to know me, and to be able to gain my trust in such an easy way. I almost told them the whole thing.

Ax- What whole thing? (Pause) Okay, fine, nevermind, you don’t want to be a friendly roommate, I guess I’ll just have to entertain myself, and maybe let you know a bit about me by just starting to talk… any questions, just ask away. I may be crazy, but I’m also bored and lonely, and I need someone to talk to, even if it’s just myself…or you…or myself

J- Go ahead, I can’t promise I’ll listen all the time, but I actually agree with you on one count, it does get lonely in here, I haven’t heard someone just sit and tell me a story in way too many years.

Ax- I was an author at one time…

J-(slightly interested)- what did you write?

Ax- I though you were just going to sit and listen to a story… I wrote grand tales, epic stories about the daily struggles, the desperations, the most inner workings of my characters…

Ax- One story in particular, it received amazing reviews, the great world, not just ‘American’, novel, a sensation... it was about the way a man’s psyche can be deformed and bent all out of place through the loss of someone he dearly loves, I wrote it after my wife was killed by a deadly disease I had never even heard of before she passe… That god damn February, it was the last one I would ever look forward to.. she died that march, but I knew it would happen in February… and all I can think of is how it was so cold out, I was busy that year, we used to go on vacation together in February, time must pass at a different pace now? No?

J- (laughing with spite) That sounds like the biggest cliché I’ve ever heard, no wonder they put you in here… Just to get you away from the pen and paper, so you would stop that self pitying drivel!

Ax-(with a sudden and strong rage)- you are a soulless bastard!

J- at least I’m not a hedonistic fool! You idolized the past and seem to have seen everyone praise you. I wanted to be a writer at one time too…

Ax-(Savagely) and why didn’t you? Couldn’t bring yourself to give the world something that would last beyond the years of your life, because all your writing was inconsequential, as of the date of publication? (Snumff..)

J- no! Quite the opposite, after I read your meandering books talking about nothing and at the same time attempting to falsely tear up your audiences hearts, pulling them away from their own time, their own lives to think about your own miserable loss! The way you dragged the reader down into the murky depths of your warped reality, you wrote inanely about endless tragedies all telling us how the world was going to hell… And all the while the earth kept spinning, kept on orbiting the sun, electrons, protons, atoms, all stayed constant, your words mean nothing in reality. Did you really expect the world to weep with your unimaginative words? Did you really think they wanted to share your pain? “the way the leaves dropped from day to day, like memories, as they crunched beneath my feet”…or “the garbage and smog filled sunset, clouded from my view”… or “each day a little more, I would miss the way she smiled”. Are those things supposed to show some solemnity or clairvoyance about the world? What is your great insight my friend?

Ax has an ashen look of surprise on his face

J- Oh please, don’t look so damned surprised all the time, I know all the trite things you said in those neatly prepackaged little books of rhetoric you wrote… or should I say borrowed from the greats, each idea you had was nothing more than a diverging path from an established path that had been blazed centuries, decades, even millennia before, you merely took the greatest ideas, the truly original thoughts, expressions and beliefs of others into that recycling plant of a brain of yours and repackaged them.. Have you ever seen a package of something that says new and improved? No? well I have, and I can tell you that that may be acceptable when we are talking about a soup that has had a little more or less salt added in, but when we are talking about LITERATURE… I just will not accept it!

Ax- I wish you could have lost someone you deeply loved. Seen the life sucked right out of their body, and seen the way they lay silently in an eternal slumber, so close to you, yet lifeless and infinitely far away, gone forever. Never again hearing the laugh that you had grown so accustomed to hearing daily, never again to see the smile that could light up a place in your heart like nothing else could.

J-(beginning to weep)- You must think my life started the day I entered this place. Huh? You, a “writer” should know better than anyone that to know a character, you must realize that everyone is constantly thinking, changing, be they meandering down the gentle river of thought, or tumbling down white water rapids of desperation seeking salvation, could they be sailing across an ocean of desire, wishing and seeking a time in their mind when everything seemed ok?. Just as you have your own minds eye, so too do all the other people in this world, myself included. It is what makes us human. You must try at all times to imagine, or even try to deduce, what is occurring in the deepest darkest recesses of the daily thoughts of those people you encounter. One individual lifetime is much too short to grasp what is the true purpose of all that is…and all that isn’t. You must understand everyone you see, and gain their knowledge, only then is it possible to get even a small handhold on what this universe is. Since I was a child I have tried to do this, and it has always been my dream that minds could be read. So I might be able to see life from the eyes of every person I encounter, rather than relying solely on my own limited vision of experiences, and trying to interpret their thoughts and motives based on barely perceptible gestures and twitches, distinguished somehow from their ticks and mannerisms and barely audible murmurs.

Ax- if you have been thinking like this for so long and have been dreaming of being an author, why then did you never succeed? I surely have never heard of you, and quite frankly I’m not sure I would Want to read anything by you, as you seem a very dull and tirading type person.

J- Oh, but I did, I had written a great stack of books, all so interconnected that to publish just a single one at a time would be foolish, as it would make no sense, the markets would Demand more, and I would be unprepared for their demands, thus rushing my writing and making the result of a lower quality, however, once the books were all combined the result startled and amazed even the most seasoned admirer of Literature. They were all in the final stages of creation, myself holding the lone copies of all the materials. And it was right around that time that It happened. My queen. I was driving to. It wasn’t my fault. I did my best. the other driver was drunk. Or fell asleep or... maybe I had too muccc… I pulled her limp body out. But it was already too late. She was taken away from me before I could even pass on my feelings for her, I held her close to myself. I was praying to God to let her in through the gates quickly once she got to heaven, so she wouldn’t be scared in her time between heaven and earth…My tears were the salt that mixed with the salt in her blood, marking the last time I could see her face, the expressions she used to have, her smile, her frown, and the way she would laugh at the little things in life. She went into whatever passes for an afterlife in this crazy world, without me getting a chance to impart my undying love to her.

J- After that I buried my manuscripts with her. The last surviving copy of my epic “revelations of a thousand voices”, painstakingly written in a state of constant unawareness, creating lives for characters, while I could have been living out a happy life with my love, resides only here now

Jake taps his temple with two fingers

Ax- so that’s what’s so important that you are afraid people are going to try to get out of you?

J- No one must read my works, ever, I can’t let someone else waste a life thinking about life in the same patterns that I have. I won’t let the hurting I’ve felt through my journeys be transferred to my readers. It is not fair to them.

Ax- But it is only by letting oneself be given to the understanding of the thoughts of others that one can understand the words that their minds speak to them. You said that yourself…

J-Don’t put words in my mouth…

Ax- No! I won’t accept that now, now you’re sounding like all the mindless masses, willing to let your thoughts die in the cloudiness of the past.

J- I won’t let someone follow in my footsteps! Wasting the real, tangible moments because I was spending my life analyzing what I thought others feelings and thoughts were.

Ax- Ah, I see, Then I am sorry, but I no longer can be here to help you Jake.

I just have to leave now. I truly am sorry for you, Perhaps one day you will find the courage to let those things out. Until then I must ask that you not keep bringing me here to talk to, it will get you in trouble, and you know it isn’t good for making you sane again…Goodbye my friend…Remember, you don’t have to believe that creating is always to be left up to the gods...

J- WAIT, No, don’t go just yet! You may be right. I need to get this Blood Stained Murder weapon out of my mind! It’s been running through my head, and tearing, slicing, removing sutures from the already tedious patchwork of brain stem attachments, sawing through the connections, like electrical interference misguiding the electrical pathways, and all I can say is that it has turned my mind into a war zone.

Ax- Goodbye Jake, I have done all I can do for you here. Now you must Know what has to come next, I think you know how this story ends.

Ax- (with hope) Well Jake, I just hope you still remember, who made me, and all the details that made me seem so realistic the first time around.

(Jake is now fully Alone)

J-Creating Is what god does… I Made That Man? I am a creator, I am god? How could I really be the one creating something? Unless I myself was god? Maybe just a little arm, or a finger, just a sliver in the tip of his baby finger even? Was I prophetically inspired? Still, when I was creating, I was The God. In the universe that I Created, the events went according to MY design, according to My plan, and no matter what, no person could alter what I set as fact. Does this make me an egotistical manipulator of reality? Perhaps…

Whether or not I had incorporated some part of god inside of me, or not, is not really the matter up for debate. If, as is hypothesized, god created all, one must assume that since I am observing the world, and as anyone can see, I act upon it, causing results, I must be part of this “all”, in turn, I must be a creation of god, all I know is what is in my thoughts, so equally my own thoughts could have given birth to me, where then is my god when I seek him?

Jake looks around the sparse room he now sits in, he notices for the first time that he is now alone…but the room he is in no longer looks like his cell. It now is a Small Cottage style house, with a loft. There are BEAUTIFUL PAINTINGS everywhere, Jake looks up at the loft. There stands Abbalee, Jakes wife. She holds out her arms to Jake and they embrace. Ax watches from an easy chair nearby, along with several others. This vision begins to blur, as the ancient eyes of a man come SLOWLY into focus. There are still Many beautiful paintings on just about every surface available. A WOMAN’s voice calls out,(muttered) “God damn it,” (Yelled) ”Mr. Axlee. I SWEAR. You know you really do wear me out somedays!. T.E.A., ALDOUS J AXLEE!”(to herself) Shit, damn Crazy old man, must be in one of his catatonic trances again.(Aloud again, addressing Mr. Axlee) “Aldous, I have been calling you to tell you your tea was ready since about 10 minutes ago now, and I know your heard me, I heard you yell something back when I first called you… where were you off to? Off rescuing the universe from aliens, or more likely figuring out what really makes quantum mechanics work? I must admit how I truly love your sense of creativity, I swear if not for those beautiful paintings you make, I would think you were just lost in your own little world like all the others, I think you are different though Aldous… I know if well, I understand why you create those things, I know if I were going to have to basically be a vegetable, I would wish to be able to have nice places to go to and visit and run around in, If Only In My Mind…”

Exterior: Daytime- Bright Sunlight. Camera is spinning: Stops Suddenly View- clouds, beside a still lake

Fade to Black….

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