Not all fools are. Lets keep the love coming strong.





 


Its speeding over your head.





I sang this and was applauded.


 





Nature's ways.




Would you be sent into an internet goose hunting outrage if I was wearing a hat? Somehow I think this could happen right here in this country. They said only Europe could get riled up about hat wearing. Sadly we all know it can happen here as well. Sigh!?

Am I a physicist? In some ways yes I am. If finding things out, figuring things out, and learning exciting stuff in physics matters then I am part of club that should include everyone. I cant stop wanting more, discovery is obsessive in a beautiful longing to touch deeper into mysteries of the cosmos. Somehow I can feel like nothing and everthing all at once. The love of science then is incurable, and has no remedy that I know of, not even religion. Gazing yp at the stars on a dark winter night removes me from this pale blue dot and allows my imagination to believe in things impossible. Love affairs that would melt entire romance novel bookstores, and the arrival of an exploding green star. An opportunity for a lasting peace on earth and joy to all.


 


 

Giving up on my long fight online. The man who inspired me might be right that only offline can the evils of the internet be brought down significantly.

I owe this man for his kindness and open mindedness.


 

How I feel about adrogyny: It is more mental then sexual. My mind can oscillate widely. When I speak I am not always understood. I think its related to me being ambidextrous.


 

Sholom♡

What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.