Sunday, May 10, 2015

Nothing Like a Nebula Ejection Process Followed by a Cigarette or a Vodka

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  1. Are we just living on a electron revolving around a nucleus that is part of some large molecule and the distant galaxies other molecules in that grain of sad we call the universe? Wasn't it Einstein that said. "I could be bounded in a nutshell and call myself king of infinite space"?

    1. No sir, that was Shakespeare.

      As far as what is really going on in our Universe, I pass ! :-)

  2. Excuse my spelling, replace "sad" with sand in the above comment! Getting too fricking old!!!!!

  3. Isn't that an EYE in the middle? If it isn't, MY EYES aren't working! Kind of looks like a jelly fish!

  4. It sure is Z. And this is not the only such example. I've seen such things labeled 'The Eye Of God'.

  5. is the eye enhanced or is it real?

    1. C-CS, It is only colored for chemical composition. Click the picture for the full description.

    2. I think it has cataracts (just joking!!)

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    ___ Auguries of Innocence ___

    To see a world in a grain of sand
    And a heaven in a wild flower,

    Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
    And eternity in an hour.

    A robin redbreast in a cage
    Puts all heaven in a rage.

    A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
    Shudders hell through all its regions.

    A dog starved at his master's gate
    Predicts the ruin of the state.

    A horse misused upon the road
    Calls to heaven for human blood.

    Each outcry of the hunted hare
    A fibre from the brain does tear.

    A skylark wounded in the wing,
    A cherubim does cease to sing.

    The game-cock clipped and armed for fight
    Does the rising sun affright.

    Every wolf's and lion's howl
    Raises from hell a human soul.

    The wild deer wandering here and there
    Keeps the human soul from care.

    The lamb misused breeds public strife,
    And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

    The bat that flits at close of eve
    Has left the brain that won't believe.

    The owl that calls upon the night
    Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

    He who shall hurt the little wren
    Shall never be beloved by men.

    ~ William Blake



    ______ Auguries of Innocence ______

    He who the ox to wrath has moved
    Shall never be by woman loved.

    The wanton boy that kills the fly
    Shall feel the spider's enmity.

    He who torments the chafer's sprite
    Weaves a bower in endless night.

    The caterpillar on the leaf
    Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.

    Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
    For the Last Judgment draweth nigh.

    He who shall train the horse to war
    Shall never pass the polar bar.

    The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
    Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.

    The gnat that sings his summer's song
    Poison gets from Slander's tongue.

    The poison of the snake and newt
    Is the sweat of Envy's foot.

    The poison of the honey-bee
    Is the artist's jealousy.

    The prince's robes and beggar's rags
    Are toadstools on the miser's bags.

    A truth that's told with bad intent
    Beats all the lies you can invent.

    It is right it should be so:
    Man was made for joy and woe;

    And when this we rightly know
    Through the world we safely go.

    Joy and woe are woven fine,
    A clothing for the soul divine.

    Under every grief and pine
    Runs a joy with silken twine.

    The babe is more than swaddling bands,
    Throughout all these human lands;

    Tools were made and born were hands,
    Every farmer understands.

    Every tear from every eye
    Becomes a babe in eternity;

    This is caught by females bright
    And returned to its own delight.

    The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
    Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

    The babe that weeps the rod beneath
    Writes Revenge! in realms of death.

    The beggar's rags fluttering in air
    Does to rags the heavens tear.

    The soldier armed with sword and gun
    Palsied strikes the summer's sun.

    The poor man's farthing is worth more
    Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

    One mite wrung from the labourer's hands
    Shall buy and sell the miser's lands,

    Or if protected from on high
    Does that whole nation sell and buy.

    He who mocks the infant's faith
    Shall be mocked in age and death.

    He who shall teach the child to doubt
    The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

    He who respects the infant's faith
    Triumphs over hell and death.

    The child's toys and the old man's reasons
    Are the fruits of the two seasons.

    The questioner who sits so sly
    Shall never know how to reply.

    He who replies to words of doubt
    Doth put the light of knowledge out.

    The strongest poison ever known
    Came from Caesar's laurel crown.

    Nought can deform the human race
    Like to the armour's iron brace.

    When gold and gems adorn the plough
    To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.

    A riddle or the cricket's cry
    Is to doubt a fit reply.

    The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
    Make lame philosophy to smile.

    He who doubts from what he sees
    Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

    If the sun and moon should doubt,
    They'd immediately go out.

    To be in a passion you good may do,
    But no good if a passion is in you.

    The whore and gambler, by the state
    Licensed, build that nation's fate.

    The harlot's cry from street to street
    Shall weave old England's winding sheet.

    The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
    Dance before dead England's hearse.

    Every night and every morn
    Some to misery are born.

    Every morn and every night
    Some are born to sweet delight.

    Some are born to sweet delight,
    Some are born to endless night.

    We are led to believe a lie
    When we see not through the eye

    Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
    When the soul slept in beams of light.

    God appears, and God is light
    To those poor souls who dwell in night,
    But does a human form display
    To those who dwell in realms of day.

    ~ William Blake (1757-1827)

  8. FT, Great stuff. I wish I was as creative.

    1. Me too, Kid! Few belong in the same category as William Blake. I posted all that, because he too looked Outward and Beyond with his Inner Eye and saw marvelous, sometimes eerie, visions and gained much wisdom and useful insight.

      Even the good old Bible advises "Lift thine eyes unto the mountains from whence cometh [our] help."

      I believe that ANYTHING that lifts our thoughts beyond earthly cares, and stimulates our imagination in ways that get us away from preoccupation with Ego (self) helps speed us along the road to "Salvation," and by that I mean moving towards the fulfillment of our potential.

      We can' all be creative geniuses, but we CAN open ourselves to the realm of infinite possibilities. Isn't that what space exploration is really all about?