Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Glithe...


There are a huge stream of signals coming over and beyond the horizon of the universe. We are still in the first stages of understanding this kind of knowledge and figure out its implication as a whole. Only with the advenament of radioastronomy (in the last fifty or sixty years) we were able to recieve them and codefing in a big network of computers. With the development of radioastronomy, scientists all over the world created a computer web as instrument of survilliance. But the horizon is plug with millions over millions of signals from all the spectrum of the radio frequencies. Henceforth, we need mathematics and technology in order to analize and sort out the signals. Anyone who wants to decode the numbers that hide inside of the signals without being decieve by them needs critical thinking as a powerful tool as well. It is easly to get confuse, though. Thus, we had to use another important instrument which is require to be employ in this process of survillience. That special tool is skepticism. The power to doubt about our first impressions. An enourmus task is infront of us if we want to build this very skill. Thinking about it, I got the idea that the only real way to do this is through honesty and hard work. Hablilities we learned in our primary years of our lives.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Raining around...

A morning after a week of rain and the sun shot down through the branches and into the tall, bare windows. Today is a beautiful day. The sun shines bright I do like to play. The brindled cat rolled over on his back, and I could hear you in the kitchen grinding coffee beans into a powder. I love to see the leaves dance. To the music of the wind. The spring back and forth. They stand tall then bend. I think I'll go for a walk I'll let you know what I see. The birds in the air. A dog chasing me. I love the feel. Of the wind on my face. I love being alive. In this glorious place. I smell roses and cut grass. And food on a grill I tingle with joy I just can't stand still. Everything seemed especially vivid because I knew we were all going to die, first the cat, then you, then me, then somewhat later the liquefied sun was the order I was envisioning. But then again, you never really know. The cat had a fiercely healthy look, his coat so bristling and electric I wondered what you had been feeding him and what you had been feeding meas I turned a cornerand beheld you out on the sunny deck now running in place—knees lifted high, sking listening, and that toothy, immortal smile.