fireflies

April 8th. 1832

Our party amounted to seven. The first stage was very interesting. The day was powerfully hot, and as we passed through the woods, everything was motionless, excepting the large and brilliant butterflies, which lazily fluttered about. The view seen when crossing the hills behind Praia Grande was most beautiful; the colours were intense, and the prevailing tint a dark blue; the sky and the calm waters of the bay vied with each other in splendour. After passing through some cultivated country, we entered a forest, which in the grandeur of all its parts could not be exceeded. We arrived by midday at Ithacaia; this small village is situated on a plain, and round the central house are the huts of the negroes. These, from their regular form and position, reminded me of the drawings of the Hottentot habitations in Southern Africa. As the moon rose early, we determined to start the same evening for our sleeping-place at the Lagoa Marica. As it was growing dark we passed under one of the massive, bare, and steep hills of granite which are so common in this country. This spot is notorious from having been, for a long time, the residence of some runaway slaves, who, by cultivating a little ground near the top, contrived to eke out a subsistence. At length they were discovered, and a party of soldiers being sent, the whole were seized with the exception of one old woman, who, sooner than again be led into slavery, dashed herself to pieces from the summit of the mountain. In a Roman matron this would have been called the noble love of freedom: in a poor negress it is mere brutal obstinacy. We continued riding for some hours. For the few last miles the road was intricate, and it passed through a desert waste of marshes and lagoons. The scene by the dimmed light of the moon was most desolate. A few fireflies flitted by us; and the solitary snipe, as it rose, uttered its plaintive cry. The distant and sullen roar of the sea scarcely broke the stillness of the night.

Charles Darwin

March

tides

   Traces that could live for a long time on a dead surface
   as with the Moon, are gone with one passage of the Moon
   over the surface of a living planet like the Earth.

help> a giant brain!

Maybe an artificial brain will come to life without deliberate human interference.
Something that is used by us on daily base, the internet.
Humans are plugged in and feeding this internet thing with information, and like a brain(neurons that communicate with each other in countless ways) we are communicating with each others in countless ways.
Above an unknown tresshold(connections/data) the internet comes to life.
Maybe it's alive already and we don't realize it.
But who or what is the product, is such a brain our product or do we become the product of such a brain.
A monopoly, many buyers but only one seller, or one dealer, we are all hooked.

echoes

I wondered what sells best, Google, apparently the new boss of Blogspot.com(this blog) tries to convince me of their product AdWords, for some payment they promise me to get much more readers, when I would follow their advice then this blog would look identical to all others, so what's the point.
Apparently some people wallets.
What sells best? fake and stolen goods(pictures, music, drawings and probably text.
I understand, it's very hard not to do that when active on the net, and it is so easy, but stimulating it?
The internet is plastered with plagiarism, everything looks similar cause of that.
Even news articles are copied, sometimes I want to check something by reading other news sources, but many times I read the exact same text, then I wonder, do they check the news? 
When I could shout into the internet space then it would echo endlessly, it's full of hollow chambers.
How does Google stimulate this? by the numerous examples of existing blogs they show you, a colorful explosion of images supported with text that has such a penetrating force that it enters one eye and a micro second later leaves the other eye.
Making you color blind without knowing what has hit you.

alphabet

Last days I was sick, Influenza, most of the time I was laying in bed or on the coach, sleeping or watching the television.
World wide rumble, last thing I saw was the auswitch concentration camp memorial.
I had to think about a lady I knew, years ago, an octogenarian, she died some 20 years ago.
While sipping a cup of coffee and enjoying cookies she told me things.
Her husband was imprisoned by the nazi's in one of their concentration camps, he was on a list, an alphabetical list, people who should be punished if a resistance group had the courage to oppose the nazi's.
His name started with a B, so after a resistance action they arrested him, this was at the end of 1940, he never came back alive.                                                  
Since this was at the start of the war they still had a little decency left, and he was not Jewish, so his dead body came back, she buried him, a young widow with two kids.
She must have been furious, I'm  guessing here.
After some time a resistance group asked her if she could help them out with some Jewish people, to live under the protection of her and her kids.
Food was no problem thanks to stolen food stamps she got from the resistance.
She never left her house after the war, living there till the day she died, she showed to me the entrance of the hideout for the Jewish people whenever there was a danger in her street, like Germans soldiers, Dutch police, men in black..
A closet, upstairs, just large enough to stand for one person, and a hatch in the floor, at first sight too small to crawl through.
I looked inside it, I saw a space that looked just high enough for people to crawl in, flat on their belly,  not suited for obese people, a space between the upstairs floor and downstairs ceiling.
That must have been a dangerous thing to do, but not in vain, all the Jewish people survived.
In the last year of the war Dutch traitors came for her son, 17 years of age at that time, he had to work in Germany, they were there to take him away.
She refused, saying that they had taken the life of her husband, they  won’t get the life of her son, surprisingly they never came back.
After the war she was not able to forgive the Germans, she hated them, and never travelled through Germany during her trips.
However, there was one exception, a young German(about 35) living in her street was a friend of her, he did her grocery shopping's and jobs in and around her house.

party

Life is a party, but then comes the time or....and everything looks like a battle, reality morphs into another reality, which is real.

a tube

What to eat if many of Gods creations cease to exist, must we eat worms, flies, beetles etcetera to survive?
maybe Manna will fall from heaven, or do we have to eat each others?
Issei Sagawa(a cannibal) described raw human flesh as soft flesh, like raw Tuna/Sushi, melting on the tongue.
Other cannibals described it as pork, but with a stronger taste.
Regardless, we have to eat something if we want to stay alive, plastics, rubber, metal, paper, wood, stone, mud, bits & bytes, but that doesn't give fats, proteins or carbohydrates, our building blocks and fuel.
Like all living things a human is a tube, at one side of the tube we absorb, at the other side we excrete.
For us it isn't just a necessity, we also eat for fun and desire, taking in more than our body needs, leading to obesity and from there to malady.
When taking it to extremes, a planet without food and a mass of hungry people means cannibalism.
Is the gardener more outside than inside the garden? magnetized by all the bling bling?
Do people worship Mammon?
A garden gives fruit, and plenty of fruit when taken care of.
Nature is almost a perpetual motion, as long as the motion is not disrupted we live in paradise.

signals

An inhabitant of a city feels perfectly safe, seconds later that person could be dead,
taking a risk by ignoring a red light.
The notion of risks is volatile when someone feels safe.
While the notion of dangers can be overwhelming cause of fear.

drama

I woke up, I fell asleep on my couch in the living room, and stumbled direction kitchen in need for coffee, it was still dark, and I crashed into my cd-tower, hundreds of cd's over the floor, and I with them.
Drama.
Bloody shinbone as a result, first a coffee then care for my shinbone.
I don't use simple plasters anymore, I use real honey which I apply on the plaster with a cottonstick, then I attach the plaster, with the honey in direct contact with the wound, it's amazing how fast a wound cures, and how neat it cures, when using honey as an extra layer.
Most bacteria hates honey, cause they are killed by the honey, however, honey can be toxic cause of a bacteria that can survive in the honey.
But I never experienced this in the four years that I'm doing this, it just cures fast, the wound is gone, without a thick and hard layer of protecting body cells.
Real honey has curing substances, and the sugar in it keeps the wound  moist, so it cures faster, and neat.
Removing the plaster is very easy, the plaster is not glued in with the wound, so the skin is not damaged which sometimes happen when removing a normal plaster, this creates a new wound.

Miranda

 Wikipedia

questions

Yesterday I had an appointment with a doctor in a hospital.
She asked me to answer a few questions on a paper, for each question I had a choice of 5 answers.
About the last month: how do you feel and think about, happiness, lust in life, depressed, fear for the future, that sort of questions, 10 questions in total.
After I answered the questions she looked at my list, and asked me if I want professional help.
I said no, I can think, ok she said, blabla etcetera.
Shortly after this I thought, without saying this to her, I don't need help, my surrounding needs help, they don't understand a thing.
At that moment of thought I felt relieved, happiness came over me.
Maybe I should seek professional help.

rare

This one is fun, interesting-gaining knowledge without effort, a rare combination.

http://htwins.net/scale2/lang.html

climate change?

First time ever, as far as I can remember, a fly annoying me in first week of March.

Sharks

I try not to commit crimes, very hard to succeed in 100%
But not eating Shark fin soup is one of the easiest things to do.

follow you arrow

I love it (youtube video/music)

or, the same but lyrics instead of the video,

lyrics (youtube lyrics/music)

viewpoint

A question can have numerous answers, like an answer can be questioned numerous times.
If a question has one answer, and this answer can not be questioned, then what, truth?
For the time being at the least, in a future an answer could be questioned again.
Living on Earth and looking at the horizon then the Earth seems to be a flat circular disk, but seen from space then the Earth seems to be a sphere.
Everything we can see with the naked eye has three dimensions?
yes, even a sheet of paper.
But is a sheet of paper not similar to a flat Earth?
no, the Earth is a planet, paper originates from a tree, which has a cylindrical shape.

morning

Outside, the sun is shining, it's cold, a neighbor is sanding using a machine,
inside, it's warm and quiet, the sun shines through the glass, I’ve found comfort.

marathon

It reminds me of mass hysteria and lynching.
I’m not saying that they didn’t do it, just don’t know, haven’t seen convincing proof.
But journalist named them terrorist, killers, bombers, prejudice comes to the surface.
Convicted already by serious journalist without having evidence, hearsay day after day.
It’s a media spectacle, an orgy, show time, disgusting.
What is real and what is not, we just don’t know it, the lie has become stronger than the truth,
or the truth has become stranger than the lie.
I didn’t see this mass ejaculation as a result of the many shootings on schools.
Why not? they were not foreign monsters, but sick homegrown schoolboys, signs of a sick society,
like a sneeze when a body is sick.
Terrorism is a magic word, it covers all, like an insurance, very handy, but it doesn’t cure anything.

whisper

Shut up and listen, silence whispers things that can’t be heard otherwise.