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oblique overture,
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thermal overrun,
pungent machine,
a pause.

popping ears,
swinging limbs,
arching spines,
tired smiles, wider eyes.

trees, holes, homes.

Purpose

chirping from beneath a bamboo dome, safe in the cage, the little fowl's home, it asked to be released, come what may, to meet the brand new day... it is said that what 'is', is realized, all else is theorized... ...philosophized the custodian did obey. out in the open, the bird pecked the space around the pen... the goshawk claimed its prey. the thought was: don't call for justice, because it just is. you too eat... if not this, something else... you too steal... if not from a man, from another animal... thus a realization... perhaps theorized. he 'wondered' if something was indeed 'realized'? doubt destroyed the theorized realization. he asks: "if it is to be realized, why was it 'said', that 'what is' is 'realized'? .... All my life I have been trying to get better at questioning... If I keep asking questions, when we get the answer to the ultimate riddles, what will convince us that there is no more??..."

a refreshing energy surges through the neurons... carrying the word 'irrelevant'.... It all comes back in a flash out of a sapphire sky... "it IS irrelevant what I assume as the purpose of my life, for there IS none. what seems to be important is 'not to dwell' on imagined beliefs... but 'to see' things for that they are... a game of life which I have to play, but by my rules... ... actions and consequences and acceptance ... when I resist the consequences is when it hurts and distorts everything else... and that resistance is what prevents further action... when it hurts, it is time to listen... to go back to the basics... when I choose to play for fun, I am a child with a sandbox, there is no concept of winning... I am enjoying every moment of it, without even 'wanting' to enjoy it.... the joy of life... the love.... unconditional isn't it? why should I set targets and say that those will make me happy? I will be happy setting a target for my life or not setting it, aiming for it or not aiming for it, being passionate about it or not, and the out come is irrelevant... that IS my game. Totally purposeless :).. If trouble does come looking for me all on its own and my only fault seems to be that I was born, I will have to take a look at my definition of 'trouble'... " iStockPhoto

Fractal Universe

Image from archives of sv.vt.edu
made of the same,
made of itself,
open your eyes you see the same,
look close, look wide, still the same.
close your eyes
or you will see the same,
that which cannot hide itself...
...in every part of itself...
.... just the same...

Fractal Art Blog: intergalacticart.blogspot.com

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Inner life of a cell. Full + Commentary

Fractals - Julia

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One Straw Revolution

Masanobu Fukuoka [ One Straw Revolution ] :
"If we throw mother nature out the window, she comes back in the door with a pitchfork."

"When a decision is made to cope with the symptoms of a problem, it is generally assumed that the corrective measures will solve the problem itself. They seldom do. Engineers cannot seem to get this through their heads. These countermeasures are all based on too narrow a definition of what is wrong. Human measures and countermeasures proceed from limited scientific truth and judgment. A true solution can never come about in this way."

Ayn Rand [ about Environ'mentalism' (more Quotes here aynrand) ] :
"[O]bserve that in all the propaganda of the ecologists—amidst all their appeals to nature and pleas for "harmony with nature"—there is no discussion of man's needs and the requirements of his survival. Man is treated as if he were an unnatural phenomenon. Man cannot survive in the kind of state of nature that the ecologists envision—i.e., on the level of sea urchins or polar bears. . . .

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[ Trying to 'value' the extremes accurately. I am aware that these are just Quotes. But i have read and heard enough of what I am talking about. ]

-- how educated are this( these ) views? There are some sparkling themes and moments in her works that I can sympathize with (I mean relate to / agree with) but there are a few things that I just cant stand. I lost interest in reading the book that I was reading for a while. Wish she would have stuck to a story and left the interpretation to the reader and not philosophized so much. I like books that leave me with images and maps and facts. (What am i doing here? Philosophizing? - Soliloquizing. Observing.)
-- give man a chart of chemicals and ask him to create an ecosystem. Dont bother. Just ask him to survive. Let me see how well he survives.
-- who created man huh? He is not dumb. But he doesn't know everything either.
-- I think plants and animals started out with a big brain and a mind, but later, for efficiency and correctness for the purpose, simply lost them :P (who is to say that they don't think??)
-- Nature is the brain that does the complex things, slowly(really) and methodically (so we know)- the system takes care of itself - and if we don't watch out, we will be taken care of too -- man is better off doing his business where nature stops or learn to live with it. This is not fatalistic. If any one says so, I want them to ask themselves the same question.

I think its not worth it to explain things either way. Time will tell and every one has to do what one has to do. And I have said these things because I have to. BIG DOT.
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My Ain True Love

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smoke of the night,

morning mist,

fire of the light,

a rosy yellow twist.

"Perhaps, the toughest thing to learn is:

how easy it is to let go...."

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http://www.itmagazine.net/it2005/feature1/feature1.swf,
- The power of one, ad. from ECO.
More links here: http://www.oneearth.org/communications/

Drive away, from a series of unfortunate events, (Thomas Newman).

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you will be my Ain true love, OST, Cold mountain (Alison Krauss),

Making of a cyborg, OST, Ghost in the Shell. (Kenji Kawai).

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Milky Way

Photo credit: Hubbe Heritage Image Gallery
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Feb 11, 2007, Sunday.
[[ I reached my destination at around 9 am.
I started my return journey the next evening at around 6pm, totally content and with a reassurance of having found a little sanctuary of 40000 Sq. mts.

When I reached the beach resort some 275km south of Panaji, Goa, the sun was shining on the sea that is constantly gurgling the sound of freedom.

The beach is a turtle breeding ground. We had missed the season by a good month. Saw some photographs from the marine department hung in the reception of the resort (which is pretty much in open air). I suppose that the beach will be closed during that season.

We freshened up. I was looking forward to step on a different set of sand grains, with a different and smaller set of companions, after a gap of just over an year. The other guests in that place included a middle aged couple from Denmark and three girls from i-dont-know-where. They were having an interesting time together - loads of chatter. I was having a nice time myself by being the observer when ever they appeared in my view. There were three loafer cats too. One white&gray pregnant female, another one: a male white&gray and lastly a black cat with a white tipped tail and paws and eyes of a bright green.

Stepping on the beach, after breakfast, before I even reached the water, in places where the tide had swept the sand earlier, there were a whole lot of curious little holes that at first glance looked like some one had created by driving a pole into the ground at an angle. I tried to guess what it might be... I saw some insects fly out... they looked like flies, but gray in color... After a good deal of thought, I guessed that the holes must be made by crabs. There was a hole just a little away from the reach of the waves and there were straight lines forming 'V' shapes and extending all around it... like direction indicators. Has to be crabs! Then finally I saw a crab noticing me from its dwelling. It IS crabs! Amazing how sensitive they are to the surrounding. They maintain a constant distance from their threats and instantly disappear into the holes when in doubt.

Then there were the smaller crabs(?!) that were returning (?!) from the sea with shells on their back. They come in with the waves and bury themselves swiftly into the sand when the waves retreats over them. Quite an efficient way to move around.

We spent the most of the day hour after hour, in the desolate bay. I was hoping to learn to swim. I knew my chances were slim. The sea is not the easiest place to start. But I like being in the water. The giant sea and the little me, but it seems to hold no grudge, I just have to respect and co-exist. It was suggested that one must learn to float before one swims. I had already let go of the fear of water when I managed to stay under water for a minute and kept my eyes open, in a wave pool in a theme park. Calling on that experience, I tried to relax, while touching a set of hands for assurance and attempted to float, after many tries, drinking some of the sea (and on the next day!), I no more swim like a rock, I floated like a leaf. The others just floated like a tennis balls(definitely something to do with body composition). [[ There was even more time spent the water on the first half of next day(that is when i finally floated). I noticed that the water at our feet was cooler on the second day than the first. Even before we stepped into the sea that day, I noticed that it was greener than the day before. Planktons? It fits: warm and cold water meet and there are more fishermen on the sea and the sea is cooler and greener at the bottom. The afternoon of that second day and on the return journey we played a whole lot of dumb charades. It was my first time and I was enjoying the game too. ]]

The first afternoon, after the sea, a little bit of table tennis. A sumptuous meal in the afternoon. A siesta. A silent, red sunset...a soft feel. A walk with my companions. Saw my own foot prints on the beach. Saw that the entire beach was left with 'V' marks... cant be crabs... It was the waves themselves overlapping each other and leaving a trail as the water retreats back to the sea. With that the day ends.

The silhouttes of the nearby fishing villages and the distant boats started to disappear. Even the lights from the fishing boats disappeared. There is no light house. The light from the beach resort was not to powerful to disturb anything.

There comes the darkness. An unpolluted sky. No moon yet. A single dot of the evening star venus. A meal under the heavens, a little later. Then a a campfire... a bonfire by the sea... The sea's presence heard as the incessant gurgle and the forthing waves that break at the shore, the thin lines of white that keep fading away where land meets water. The unseen water is felt a blackness that ended at the west horizon, where the sky began in the deepest blue gray. I stepped away from the fire and the people who were trying their first experiments with red wine.

I traced the patterns of the waves on the sand, far away from the fire, at the fringes of darkness. There was such a magnetism about the white froth that met the stars in the complete darkness. I sat down. I had to. After a few hours I heard my name being called. I turned around to see that the bonfire had died and there were a group of people... they were a search party, looking for me for 45 mins. I reluctantly left. I had been watching the stars.... It was the most peaceful sleep i have had in a long time that night.

The next morning, before dawn, I heard sounds of laughter and giggling and play making... Later I woke up to notice that there were some other guests who had brought sleeping bags and spent the entire night in the beach. I might do that next time. This is the best place I know of to see the sky...

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The sea... Its presence heard as the incessant gurgle and the waves that broke at the shore, the foaming white that keep fading away where land met water. The unseen water is felt a blackness that ended at the west horizon, where the sky began in the deepest blue gray. There was such a magic about the white froth that met the stars in the complete darkness. I sat down. I had to. I sat down and I littled myself and changed the perspective. Now I can see the stars. Venus had disappeared long ago. Drawn higher and higher, my eyes rested on the three stars that lie in a straight line, right above me... Orion's belt! That is the first and only set of stars I can recognize instantly - from the day my grand mother told me a story with them in it. A folk lore about a miser and a needy and the traveller who settled the dispute between them. Just above these three, I saw the extremely thin fuzzy white cloud. Only, it is not a cloud. It is a splash of stars indistinguishable from one another and quite dim. Looked like a thin layer of milk spilt on a black grainy surface. I had recognized, for the very first time, the Milky Way.
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Severn Cullis-Suzuki

[A liked character. First Encounter: Through "Nature Quest" on Discovery Channel.]

Address to the Plenary Session, Earth Summit, Rio Centro, Brazil 1992 [source: gnome24]

Hello, I'm Severn Suzuki speaking for E.C.O. - The Environmental Children's organisation.

We are a group of twelve and thirteen-year-olds from Canada trying to make a difference: Vanessa Suttie, Morgan Geisler, Michelle Quigg and me. We raised all the money ourselves to come six thousand miles to tell you adults you must change your ways. Coming here today, I have no hidden agenda. I am fighting for my future.
Losing my future is not like losing an election or a few points on the stock market. I am here to speak for all generations to come.

I am here to speak on behalf of the starving children around the world whose cries go unheard. I am here to speak for the countless animals dying across this planet because they have nowhere left to go. We cannot afford to be not heard.

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I am afraid to go out in the sun now because of the holes in the ozone. I am afraid to breathe the air because I don't know what chemicals are in it.

I used to go fishing in Vancouver with my dad until just a few years ago we found the fish full of cancers. And now we hear about animals and plants going exinct every day - vanishing forever.
In my life, I have dreamt of seeing the great herds of wild animals, jungles and rainforests full of birds and butterfilies, but now I wonder if they will even exist for my children to see.

Did you have to worry about these little things when you were my age? All this is happening before our eyes and yet we act as if we have all the time we want and all the solutions.

I'm only a child and I don't have all the solutions, but I want you to realise, neither do you!
You don't know how to fix the holes in our ozone layer. You don't know how to bring salmon back up a dead stream. You don't know how to bring back an animal now extinct. And you can't bring back forests that once grew where there is now desert. If you don't know how to fix it, please stop breaking it!

Here, you may be delegates of your governments, business people, organisers, reporters or poiticians - but really you are mothers and fathers, brothers and sister, aunts and uncles - and all of you are somebody's child.

I'm only a child yet I know we are all part of a family, five billion strong, in fact, 30 million species strong and we all share the same air, water and soil - borders and governments will never change that.
I'm only a child yet I know we are all in this together and should act as one single world towards one single goal. In my anger, I am not blind, and in my fear, I am not afraid to tell the world how I feel.

In my country, we make so much waste, we buy and throw away, buy and htrow away, and yet northern countries will not share with the needy. Even when we have more than enough, we are afraid to lose some of our wealth, afraid to share.
In Canada, we live the privileged life, with plenty of food, water and shelter - we have watches, bicycles, computers and television sets.

Two days ago here in Brazil, we were shocked when we spent some time with some children living on the streets. And this is what one child told us: "I wish I was rich and if I were, I would give all the street children food, clothes, medicine, shelter and love and affection."

If a child on the street who has nothing, is willing to share, why are we who have everyting still so greedy? I can't stop thinking that these children are my age, that it makes a tremendous difference where you are born, that I could be one of those children living in the Favellas of Rio; I could be a child starving in Somalia; a victim of war in the Middle East or a beggar in India.
I'm only a child yet I know if all the money spent on war was spent on ending poverty and finding environmental answers, what a wonderful place this earth would be!

At school, even in kindergarten, you teach us to behave in the world. You teach us:

* not to fight with others,
* to work things out,
* to respect others,
* to clean up our mess,
* not to hurt other creatures
* to share - not be greedy

Then why do you go out and do the things you tell us not to do?

Do not forget why you're attending these conferences, who you're doing this for
- we are your own children.

You are deciding what kind of world we will grow up in. Parents should be able to comfort their children by saying "everyting's going to be alright', "we're doing the best we can" and "it's not the end of the world".
But I don't think you can say that to us anymore. Are we even on your list of priorities? My father always says "You are what you do, not what you say."

Well, what you do makes me cry at night. you grown ups say you love us. I challenge you, please make your actions reflect your words.

Thank you for listening.
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IMHO (on sharing with the 'have nots'): Charity ain't enough. Help people to help themselves. Hope she knows by now.

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David Suzuki: The Autobiography - interview

Earth Song...

Keiko.. The Free willy... (the Orca... they dont live long in captivity...)

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An eonic existance,
a relative immeasure,
the presence, awakens the destroyer...
the everything, the destroyer,
destroys itself, to create nothing...
a fire,
a pure plasma...
a cleansing deconstruction,
ashes to ashes,
atom to atom,
love, hate and indifference,
friends, foes and fears,
doubt, clarity and innocence,
the good, the bad and the paradoxical...
the last somethings,
the parted wholes,
annihilate to become:
the whole, the Nothing.
The Everything,became the Nothing.

Flicked off http://www.erawan.net/

An eonic slumber,
a relative immeasure,
the absence,
awakens the creator...
the Nothing, the Creator,
destroys itself,
to create the Everything,the destroyer...
The Nothing, the primordial pool,
parts balance,
creates a ripple,
The Universe.
the Nothing, became the Everything.

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Seasons changed,
paths pacified,
polished reasons,
fortified morals...

ensued moments... magical,
meetings celestial,
starry sojourns,
appeasing synchronizations,
propelling inspirations...

photo credit: Giovanni Chierico

there ended,
a charmed chapter of construction,
Jestered, with hearty devotion.
now...
A new page,
in a new age,
on an empty stage...
awaiting images...
freshened inks,
refreshed links...
My Universe expands,
to unknown dimensions...

I suddenly feel tired...

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