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Pebbledash Beach and Corpse
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1930
The boy is climbing up a ladder to the roof. It's a long ladder, steel, he's maybe 30 feet in the air, it's a concrete room, brightly lit and poorly illuminated, feels like it's in a basement or parkade instead of the top floor of an office tower. There's a hole he's climbing through, I'm supposed to be watching or catching him, I climb up after. The hole to the roof is surrounded with torn fiberglass insulation, I'm bringing a little girl, these are not my children, the relationship is coincidental. We get to the roof after him, it's foggy, we can't see to the end of the building, the pebbledash on the tar slopes into a clear puddle of water left on the roof, deep. You can see the pebbles into the water, the girl wants to look into the puddle, you can see all of the little pebbles, grey, black, going down into the water. The boy leaves us, walks up ahead. We wait a couple of minutes then get up to follow, he's disappeared into the mist. We walk along the side of the puddle, there's a heap of pebbledash, and in the stones we see revealed the boys face, mottled blue, a hasty burial, blending into the stones, he's dead - there's nothing we can do. I take the girl and lead her away from this, "Don't Look" I tell her, he was only a minute away from us, what could have happened? We are looking for the place to get back downstairs...
Fractal Symmetry
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Ideas & Questions
- Hits: 2031
Fractals are shapes (2 or 3 dimensional) wherin each part of the shape resembles or recreates the whole.
Looking at the image to the left, you will see that each piece of the picture taken seperately resembles the whole.
The Fibonocci Series is, in a sense, fractal, as the patterns or geometry created by the series of numbers will be the same across infinite scales.
Like the Fibonocci series Fractals are found throughout nature - from patterns in the florets of broccoli, the patterns within lightening, to the clustering of stars and galaxies at the outer edges of the universe. Undoubtedly you've had that conversation with a stoner friend that conjectures atoms are really suns, their electrons are planets and if only we could build a microphone small enough we could possibly talk to them...
Horton hears a Who, anyone?
Fractals have what could be described as a self-symmetry across scale...
What are other, less noted, examples of fractals? Are there examples of fractals, for example, in Music? Could time in any sense be fractal?
What does this suggest about the nature of the universe?
And for more great images of fractals, check the Wiki.
Followed by a Tiger
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
- Hits: 2278
I'm being followed by a tiger. I'm in the "Bibles for Missions" thrift store, there's a low probability of treasure, but I'm searching nonetheless.
It's handy to my house.
And there's a little 5 year old boy, cute, he's found a tiger mask in the store and he's stalking me.
I showed fear, which you should never do with tigers, and when he lifts his mask I warn him of the tiger on the loose in the store.
He appears unconcerned.
I tell him the store has called a hunter, who will probably come and poach the tiger when he sees it, so if he, the little boy, sees the tiger he should warn him.
He grins broadly.
"No, it's serious" I tell him and wonder where his mom is. "You never see tigers any more, it's because the hunters have got them all. Go find the tiger and warn him".
He eventually toddles off to hide in an aisle and find another victim. Which is why you don't see tigers in the wild anymore, they don't listen to reason.
Lucid Dreams
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1979
When I was younger I would practice this, lying down, attempting to astral project myself, beginning with my toes, concentrating on lifting free the feather of my soul from the leaden weight of my body. I would attempt to visit people I knew, seek confirmation of consciousness beyond my brain, sense beyond my senses. In time I had some small successes, I would free myself, then begin to fly, knowing all the while I was dreaming, but controlling it, flying across the world, strange landscapes spread out beneath me, attempting to navigate by force of will alone.
And I would lose control, accelerating rapidly, the landscapes, mountains, cities beneath me turning into a blur, I would begin to panic when it seemed I would go over the edge of the world, when I might not return, and awaken suddenly.
I practiced this, but life makes you busy, you lie down to project and find yourself only falling asleep. I should try this again.
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