So beautiful
Day: November 29, 2015
Reverie is feared
So much depends on mood and time of day
We interpret or mis-shape what we perceive.
The sun may shine to show a better way
Or absent that, a transient cloud deceive.
No lowing herds wind down our oil fumed roads.
Tranquillity at dusk has disappeared.
With artificial light the daytime mode’s
Prolonged and reverie’s feared.
To truly live we must be incarnate.
God himself has paid this price alone.
For time misspent we do not get rebate.
As ,like the leaves in wind, away we’re blown.
To live aright perception must be clear
Including in its breadth all that we fear.
Simply pathological
I had a sudden episode of optimistic kleptomania
I collected jokes and cigar butts and sent them to Australia.
The Customs Office phoned me to ask what I was playing at
I said I only sent them to create a brand new habitat.
These episodes annoy me as I’m usually tautological
I believe using my credit cards is simply pathological.
Instead I make them into unique little table mats
But now I’ve reached my limit with a thousand plastic cards and men
And so I’m going overseas to study Buddhism along with Zen.
Episode is Greek of course
episode
Line breaks: epi|sode
Definition of episode in English:
noun
Origin
Late 17th century (denoting a section between songs in Greek tragedy): from Greek epeisodion, neuter of epeisodios ‘coming in besides’, from epi ‘in addition’ + eisodos ‘entry’ (from eis ‘into’ +hodos ‘way’).
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Dirac’s cats
I dreamed I rowed in a large pea green boat
Accompanied by seventeen cats.
And across the Great Lake,without a mistake
I saw mountains of gentleman’s hats.
I was making no waves in my effort to move,
The cats were discoursing on geometry.
I looked in the mirror fixed onto my boat,
The moon spoke entrancing Theology.
“I wonder who’ll help me”I thought to myself,
When I saw an entire spectrum of men–
Dirac, Archimedes,Niels Bohr, with their theories.
I got my great inspiration just then.
I need seventeen physicists,that’s one for each cat,
All tied to my boat with a chain.
The force they exert will just compensate
For the magnetic attraction of rain.
Paul Dirac came up, and I looked into his eyes,
They were full of anxiety and pain.
“I am sorry I am unable do what you wish,
But my father never taught me to swim.”
“That is perfectly alright”,I politely replied,
“You can walk on the water instead”
So that’s how my boat and its cargo of cats
Were accompanied back to my bed.
When I awoke the next day,I was filled with dismay.
I saw that Paul Dirac was gone,
With the cats and the boat,of which I just wrote
And I was now completely alone.
I took a quick look,in my old physics book
And there was a photo of Dirac
I stared at his eyes,and I am not telling lies,
He threw me a very strange look.
I caught this strange look,it’s here in my book.
I am saving it for a special event.
When I gather more Data on Relative Quanta,
I’ll understand just what Dirac meant.