This is Blakean.
This is an illustration that we have been born into a chaos of the sea.
But, being humans, we must rise up, and swim to shore, as fast as our little limbs will carry us, lest we remain animals. We have that good sense within us. Let us use it.
This is a wonderful illustration of exactly what we want to get away from. So we can get a place for everyone, and sit around, and talk about it.
- Bobal
This is Blakean.
ReplyDeleteThis is an illustration that we have been born into a chaos of the sea.
But, being humans, we must rise up, and swim to shore, as fast as our little limbs will carry us, lest we remain animals. We have that good sense within us. Let us use it.
This is a wonderful illustration of exactly what we want to get away from. So we can get a place for everyone, and sit around, and talk about it.
Illustrations of Blake
ReplyDeleteI think that it takes some real research and reading to get into Blake's art work. But I think that a key is, the states of being are there forever, and a human being passes through.
ReplyDeleteThere is always something more. That darkness the dove wings its way through, that darkness, always receding, always there, that is the incomprehensabity of the divine. There is always something more, right through death.
According to Blake.
Bobal: But, being humans, we must rise up, and swim to shore, as fast as our little limbs will carry us, lest we remain animals. We have that good sense within us. Let us use it.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing illustrative or spiritual about that clip. It's not about chaos, it's about the logic of competition. If I was stuck up in those hills and my stomach was rumbling, I'd use my rifle to drop that baby goat just like the eagle did, because I'm a meaner animal than that eagle. That's why I'm at the top of the food chain. And if evolution insisted on there being mountain goats, and gave them night vision so they only go hiking in the dark, I would respond by slapping an IR scope on my piece.
Wretchard is planing to move to a new site to better control the trolls. I'm no high flying eagle, just a mean April Ram that won't digest trolls. But like the Eagle, I too would throw them dead off the cliff to feed them to the worms. Worms are higher up the food chain than trolls.
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ReplyDeleteI've done a numeralogical analysis of the id "621317251521."
This has required several manipulations through a number of systems including the numerology of the Assyrians, which was thousands of years old when Mohammed was making pee in his mother's lap, if in fact he had one.
Rather than insulting your intelligence with the raw data, which would merely lead to useless debate by those who assume the reduction must be in base ten --- "mechanistic, disturbingly fascist, but possibly interesting to pretentious high-schoolers" --- I will address only the deeper meaning of the more important patterns.
(1) The initial number represents the value of the planets known to Ashurbanipal and his counselors (Merkur, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, and the Moon.) This means the poster is a wanderer in darkness, pouring out energy in the void, hiding from the light of day, and like Mars, reversing course without reason.
(2) The first and last numbers produce a value indicating the poster repeatedly violates the dietary laws which prevail in the poster's culture. Adding the middlemost number points ineluctibly to the conclusion that the poster suffers persistent incontinence and anal leakage from those dietary choices, which is demonstrated by the writing style.
(3) Comparing the alternating even numbers with the alternating odds, we find a result which correlates to the capacity for intimacy and mature loving relations in the subject. In this instance, we see a pathetic loser who posts from a borrowed computer without the knowledge or approval of a feared authority figure. The creep is blogging from a parent's basement.
(4) Assessing the summation of the first half to that of the latter half, a resultant is obtained which points to hydrophobic tendencies. It is safe to conclude that bathing and personal hygeine are at best, unfamiliar concepts to the person posting as 621317251521.
(5) Finally, the totality of all the numbers reduces to 9, the gestational number, which suggests the poster is still fermenting in the womb, but with the umbilical chord cutting wrapped around the neck, cutting off the flow of oxygen to the brain.
No wonder the posts are all contemptible gibberish.
Yeah, well none of my goat brothers ever voted for that damned liberal Billie G that deep sixed the Ungulate Air Defense System.
ReplyDeleteMany an internet site has been Habused.
ReplyDeleteDeuce,
ReplyDeleteI'm sure anime girl has our back covered.
There is no administrative tool to block an individual poster using blogger. That ruined Kudlow's site which is not the same without the good comments. The real big sites do not need comments, but the Belmont is not the same without them.
ReplyDeleteWretch should have the resources to make a successful shift.
Watched an Owl flying across our pasture one night with a snake trailing behind.
ReplyDelete...and up in the Oak trees from time to time w/one of our chickens.
2164th: There is no administrative tool to block an individual poster using blogger. That ruined Kudlow's site which is not the same without the good comments. The real big sites do not need comments, but the Belmont is not the same without them.
ReplyDeleteBlogger allows for moderation, which means posts go to the administrator before they are published, and it also allows for posts to be removed. This would take a little elbow grease on behalf of the blog owner. Larry Kudlow is busy, but surely Wretchard can spare the time.
The problem with that is the blogs are open 24/7. It would require a 24 hour monitoring. Comments as well as posts have a very short shelf life. I do not believe in comment moderation. I do believe in banning banning bomb carriers.
ReplyDeleteIf I was stuck up in those hills and my stomach was rumbling, I'd use my rifle to drop that baby goat just like the eagle did, because I'm a meaner animal than that eagle.
ReplyDeleteSure, but it is best to go farming, have a full belly, make a community, enact some thoughtful laws, get away from tooth n' claw, read literature, sit around and talk about it, look at the stars, maybe even go there.
Bobal: Sure, but it is best to go farming, have a full belly, make a community, enact some thoughtful laws, get away from tooth n' claw, read literature, sit around and talk about it, look at the stars, maybe even go there.
ReplyDeleteStar travel is an unclimbable mountain, Bobal. The best we could do with chemical rockets and gravity assists, we sent Pioneer 10 & 11, and Voyager I & II on their way to the stars, and they will make their closest approach to one in about a half-million years.
It's hard to explain how a rocket can go faster than its own exhaust, but the best way to do it is to say it's like a sled sitting on a frozen pond with a pile of bricks on board. You toss one of the bricks behind you, and the law of the conservation of linear momemtum says you will move in the other direction with the velocity of that brick divided by the ratio of that your sled's total mass relative to the mass of the brick. And then you start all over again, until your run out of bricks. Even though you might have tossed all your bricks at about 90 MPH like a baseball pitcher, your sled could be going 200 MPH, depending on how many bricks you started with.
As a rule of thumb you can get going about three or four times faster than your exhaust velocity.
If we invented fusion and got our engine temps up to a million degrees C, we would achieve an exhaust velocity of 156 km/sec, pure protons. So to be generous, that rocket ship would get up to about 500 km/sec relative to the launch point. Call it 300 miles per second.
That's the best we could do in THEORY and it still translates to a travel time of about 4,000 years to the nearest star.
And even if we do go to the stars, Bobal, we might find even tougher planets than this ol' ball.
Yes, T., but one hundred years ago they were saying--FLY? Harharhar--the distances are immense, one admits--but the Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria....and that mind of man, that contains everything, that can think....don't be so darn sure, girl...
ReplyDeleteHeaven is on Earth, in just the form you, me, and Jefferson want it to be.
ReplyDelete...and I ain't talkin Jefferson Starship.
Think how small the Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria were on that great OCEAN. Think of the POLYNESIANS IN BIG CANOES, sailing by the map of the stars. Sailing, with nothing but water beneath, and stars, above.
ReplyDeleteAmazing, is it not?
Unbelievable.
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