I’m a looser

February 13, 2010

What can I say. An enthusiastic performance and, as always, an enthusiastic audience.

Do notice the rather serious gentleman in the audience (coming up 1 min 30 seconds into the performance). He has no understanding of all the fuss his next seat Beatles fan is going through.

The dying of the Light

February 11, 2010

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

Itzy bitzy tiny…

February 10, 2010

Though the Universe is by no means bottomless and limitless, it must seem so from the sum of all human labor.

Imagine man the size of an ant making his way through a rug. Beyond that house is a park and outside that palace’s premises lie other lawns and livings.

What does the colony of ants living there know from perception, from perspective and experience? Shall it grasp the concept of a town …or a shire, having been carried off by a bird? Having  seen a palette of distant lights spread out over a canvas of darkness, shall it conclude that space is much bigger than home and the road much longer than many lives’ worth of travel?

We are small in comparison to the Universe and possess the fruit of wisdom relative to our condition.

Alas! Thought itself is a prison unable to take one further than the depth, height and length of its excursions.

The palace grounds of the mind seem endless and absorb every effort of our  ‘day’; thus we exhaust in our explorations and fade long before we reach the garden wall.

So big is the enclosure and so small the occupants that without any hope of escape,  ‘ants’ can enjoy a sense of unlimited freedom.

The Animan

February 3, 2010

The link between men and animals are occupied by animen or humals.

Animen fall into one of two categories: An ascending group lead by the centaur; the beast with a strikingly human soul and the descending group led by the minotaur; the human appearance with a soul closely affiliated to the animal.

To the untrained eye, both appear in the garb of the evolutionary niche they are about to abandon. The horse or ascending animan will look like a horse and it takes time and perception to establish its  combined and transitory nature. The same is true for animen that look human. At first the beast is not at all plain to see; several sessions of close interaction, however, will not fail to bring out their deeper nature.

The taxonomy was abandoned due to an either-or principle in science.

Pablo Picasso – Minotaur

The ammonia synthesis – fixation of nitrogen from air – realized by Fritz Haber, a German Jewish 1918 Nobel laureate, yielded “bread from air”, “gunpowder from air” and “poison from air”

The acquired mass production of nitrogen was essential to advance from a traditional agriculture to an industrial exploitation of soil.

Angel and demon, the molecular product of his mind also became the tool of death: Zyklon B, used to end the lives of millions of Jews, including many members of his own family, in the chambers of concentration. The Haber Rule was based on his mathematical formula for the concentration of gas and the time of exposure needed to assure DEATH.

This legacy of his mind together with his cyanide gas formulation became a golem, an abomination of science, giving rise to a deadly world of fumes.

A gas, he thought, to win the war.

In peace for mankind, in war for the country

Fritz Haber

1868 – 1934