The lost 39 Minutes

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Sunday marks the beginning and the ending of the world, the alpha and omega of God’s time and work of creation. The earth,  mars, solar system and milky galactic realm are all cyclic. and our world, progresses leaping forward each week a worldly man-made cycle, but beginning and ending each Sunday. Its stability like clockwork.

Back on Mars, it was a bit cold perhaps, and Christmas’ were more spread out, being nearly two earth years between drinks.  But Sunday, the cyclic creation rest, stretched out an additional 39 earth minutes there.  We started out there in our Marworld civilization, who when it got unbearable, decided to migrate to the earth.  A bit closer in, maybe a bit warmer.  Martian people we maybe started out, and then became earthlings.  Shortening our day, and speeding up our lives. We brought war with us, and it has been assumed this is due to the loss of those 39 minutes. We stop reflecting at the pivotal moment, always seem to be running out of time to discuss and resolve and resort to war instead.

How some of us long to return to those quiet peaceful days our forefathers had on the red planet. Where we had time to think and contemplate life.  We don’t know why the Marworld dried up and became lifeless, too hard to live on. The grind of the solar system has obliterated all trace.  Were we the cause, were we the tipping point, did we just mess it up too much for it’s own cycles and balance systems to fix up.  Lyapunov unstable the engineers said, we just pushed it a bit too far, and the rest is history.

Note : Mars Sol day is around 24hrs 39mins 35 seconds long. It takes about a year 320 days to orbit the sun. Many including Tesla speculated that perhaps intelligent life existed on Mars due to his own radio observations. I think most people don’t believe this anymore and the facts seem to weigh against the idea.  Perhaps our world is safe from global climate change and we are guaranteed by some kind of Godly stability in creation.  Perhaps not.  I for one probably think Mercury is not a safe haven.

Heart Rhythm Dust and HAIKU

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Geshito had on texas boots. The black dust of Rajastan filtered the blue light off the boots.  He hadn’t cleaned them from his return, and now sitting in a cafe in Sydney, he wondered how far, they had come.  His legs felt good, fit, after all the walking, the emerald city, the harbour, the opera house, the sky so bright.  His girlfriend Hamiko was busy taking photos, and passing the camera to strangers off the ferry at the Quay to take pictures.  Her in front of the bridge clicksh, marine terminal clicksh, Hyatt hotel clicksh. The World the ocean going apartment building was docked large and silent and white, with people streaming across way overhead. Walking had become natural to him over the past year or so, doing around 12km per day, he had managed to blend his interest in the air, the scenery, flowers, grass, wildlife into a blur, for this now had got into his heart.  He could not hear his heart beat except when he looked with fondness on his girlfriend.  The heart had become like a musical instrument, a metronome, it’s slightly chaotic rhythm had synchronized over time to his feet, so that now his walking, his heartbeat, his mind had got cycles all listed together somehow with happiness.  So now sitting down he felt ok in the sunshine at home. Where next should he go walking ? Should he tell his friends ? Should he clean his boots of the dust ?

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Tsunami Elephant Dreaming

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But darling said Ferodo, I can’t get home before the end of the world.  I am on a beach stuck out here and I cannot get a flight back. I can’t even get out of the lobby door here.

Never mind about the end of the world, it can’t happen said Helen.  Did you know that elephants are evolving to have no tusks ? she asked.

No, but you don’t understand, this wasn’t mean to be a beach ! OK seahorse hotel, but last time I was here, there wasn’t any beach, and no waves. I have sand filling up the corridor to the main hotel doors , and I can’t get out..its all wet.  There WAS an earthquake, didn’t you see that.. it was on the news.

“No here it has been raining, and I haven’t seen any news about that” she said.  You are not meant to be coming home for another week.

There is no other week he said, this is it, last day, last hour. Last hour got it.  and I can’t even get out of the lobby to the street.

There had been something serious happen to the whole hotel.  The walls had dissappeared and he could straight through the sides and the whole lobby corridor had tilted down toward the street.  He’d been in the bar and must’ve fallen asleep over a few beers.  Harpoon it has to be said is a nice beer Ferodo.  The street had disappeared and he could see blue bright strong sunshine coming in at the sides.  His favourite hotel, the Seahorse hotel was basically evaporating in his mind was a total surrealisation of the world and his world view felt zoomy and jetlagged. At midnight the night before the news had been all about the rapture, some kind of Thessalonik event, and life had suddenly got real complex and quiet.  The phone’s still worked, he was on one.. but his wife down in the southern hemisphere seemed to have absolutely no clue.

“Whats up ?”, “What are you thinking ?” she asked again..

There was a noise, it was related to the wind, and wide waves were coming in, and laying sand all over the place.  He had managed to scramble up to a dry place to make the call.. he felt sure that with no walls, and when the sun went down in the west, it would get cold and windy, and what about the ocean, and what about the walls ?

He guessed his wife had a right to be concerned that elephants were evolving without tusks, and natural selection had meant elephants with tusks got killed off for their tusks. Any luck they would just develop tusks later in life and they would be shorter, so no one would kill them.

He didn’t know and couldn’t answer.  He said “bye darling – God bless” and put the phone down.

Things settled a bit, but he had noticed that it had started to smell, a lot like Kerala in India, like elephants, and the walls and roof of the hotel lobby had turned into an elephant. The whole fabric of the hotel became like elephants legs with no tusks.  The waves rushing up from time to time between them, and he felt at peace, almost as if nature and man and his abode were evolving in a wave of change, so rapid and strong and secure it felt like rapture, down there at the Seahorse Hotel.

Death and Stone Sculpture – The Kiss of Memory

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How hard is it to remember people well.  We can remember faces, but even after a few weeks of not being with someone, their memory or the detailed memory of their faces becomes hazy and generalized.  Our minds seem to have a forgetting factor.  In the Cimetiere Montparnasse, in a corner, in the shadow of a tall building, in the sunshine there is a sculpture by the famous Brancusi – “The Kiss”, carved in sandstone, it will weather over the years, but the sculpture itself is really devoid of detail, almost like the artist wants us to realize that the memory of a kiss will start to fade, and the details of the faces also, but we really remember is the fact of a kiss, and the fact that we loved that person, buried there in the ground below.  In life, a kiss can be the most amazing event, since it heralds in itself hope for the future – and so the sculpture for me at least recognises how close and affectionate it might have been, but the details have faded from memory.

There is joy in walking though that cimetiere in Paris.  Particularly when the sun is shining.  There are always flowers, it is always peaceful, and the sculpture that is placed there is imaginative and thoughtful.

We can remember them, the people and who went before, and be thankful that they at least had an artist create for their memory something that said something more evocative than just mere words.

Note:

Really inspired to write this blog entry today,  on the death of the son of friends of ours. His name Daniel.  We knew him as a child, and saw him grow up, but his life ended tragically in difficult circumstances.

Postscript: This blog entry updated.  A memorial service is to be held.  The matter is closed for now.