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‘The kindest thing anyone has done for me.’

This question raises the prospect of definition. ‘Kind.’ A word related to compassion or compassionate.

The obvious answer for any human alive is the one stating the mother allowed herself to gestate and give birth to you/me/we. That alone is the kindest action/thing there ever could be.

‘Kindest’ means ‘the most’, thus the most kind.

Answers then fall into the categories of action given where the results are an improvement in the life of one receiving. Usually such actions as a nice word of encouragement or help in a difficult situation made more bearable by the ‘kind’ action.

Yes. Fully understand such actions. They are abundant and most are sincere. However, acts of kindness are also made with ulterior motives such as the young man showering a young woman with compliments or helping her with her homework…all under the guise of kindness so as to lure her into bed and then resulting in acts of unkindess and telling all his buddies what a slut she was.

Humans are simple poor creatures of intelligence rich in abundance of lying/cheating/deceit WHILE at the same time capable of great acts of kindness. Such an identity could and does provide inspiration for every philosophy student/teacher for the rest of eternity.

Jesus died giving the ultimate form of kindness ever to exist to the human species. He died knowing of the weakness and deceit we are all so capable of. That alone and that ALONE is the only act of kindness as great as a mother giving birth to her child.

Men? Men are pigs. Yet unlike the pig can be (in certain circumstances) kind… Some men give their life to save the life of others. Some men help the poor and downtrodden without expecting anything in return. A wonderful form of kindness.

Long winded true, yet the wind never runs out of breath.

The best actions of ‘kindness’ given to me is not the obvious. It is not even kind by definition. For me, the best act of kindness is the hard reality of truth. To know that all actions received are real. Thus when a person tells me that I’m an asshole and that they hate everything about me. That if given the chance they would kill me, THAT is the kindness I like as then it is the truth.

In return, I can say, “i know,” and in my world i can try and return their hate with the kindness of forgiveness, which is compared to a mother giving birth to her child; Jesus dying for humans; Forgiveness is in the top three of what true kindness is.

Life of a Stone

Written by: Density and matter

Dr. Morton was a most esteemed professional. A man highly educated and bestowed with papered pedigrees adorning his office walls, each proof of his polished knowledge.

This doctor had knowledge filling the mind of his seventy years of life. A life filled with the education of what biology is and how all life operates. His skills of such spilled out into the realms of chemistry and physics.

As for spirituality his vast experiences had taught him some humility yet only enough to know that there was still a lot more to learn. A lot to discover. A lot to realize. If there were to be a deity, a god, or God or some advanced form of intelligent life, it was yet to be revealed. In the meanwhile Dr. Morton was very secure in knowing how life is, of how it was, and most likely how it will be.

“Dr. Morton, is it possible to create life?” A simple question from a simple student at a University where the good doctor was filling young minds with his knowledge.

“Yes.” A confident reply.

Another student peered at the doctor and said in a loud voice, “Can you create life?”

Some students paid attention to the question, some did not. The doctor ignored the question and continued.

“Can you destroy life?” The same intrusive student asked.

This time the doctor replied, “Yes. That is obvious. Please be quiet.”

The student quickly added a bit of laughter and then took control of the room, the students, the doctor. The student said, “It’s time to continue your education.”

***

Understand words alone, especially the words written in this crude form of communication are painful. A picture would be better yet barely better. The direct connection to the mind from the mind is muuuuch better. It actually is good.

Understand also that the room where Dr. Morton stood was now a swirling cloud of warm fog, a fog filled with vibrations and the caress of a fragrant breeze. A ‘voice’ now entered not only the biological minds of the humans, it entered the air, the wall, the ceiling, the floor. The very dust particles themselves were now learning.

Life: Life cannot be created nor can it be destroyed.

On this plain of existence every piece of what a humans senses can reveal IS alive. A fish. A bird. A fish scale. A birds feather.

For the sciences to say they can create life they can only combine life. The very element themselves are alive.

There is no human that can make an atom, a neutron, a proton. They can only combine or carry or will or desire. To create one must be able to take ‘nothing’ and turn such into ‘something’.

Simple.

Easy.

Sex is an obvious example. The genetic material combined to ‘create’ another conglomeration of genetic material.

A stone. A simple mixture of elements is indeed alive. Proof? Create a rock out of nothing. Question of learning: Is it harder to create a rock or to create a soul?

More simply put, is it easier to create gold than it is to kill an ant?

How then do the sciences you teach doctor, help your students? Are you telling them life evolved out of nothing? Do you believe you can kill an ant or can you better relate to the fact you are merely changing the construct of an ant into ‘something’ else?

This is enough of a lesson for today.

***

The room once more appeared normal. No warm fog. No more vibrations. The students shook their heads in a bit of confusion. The floor once more a floor. The ceiling a ceiling. An ant crawled quickly back into a crack in the wall the the doctor said, “What the fuck was that?”

Dr. Fauchi

Written by: Dr. Fauchi

Edited by: Dr. Fauchi

Illustrations by: Dr. Fauchi

Published by: Dr. Fauchi

Dedicated to: Dr. Fauchi

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“Dear diary, today’s entry is important as today I’ve taken up a new hobby. Before I write about it I must first admire my beautiful and chiseled features in the mirror (;mirror mirror on the wall who is the most handsome infectious disease expert on earth…”;)”

“Today I’m pleased to announce the success in being a part of sharing my knowledge with the entire planet. Covid is a word I’m very proud of. My knowledge is vast. I’m handsome and powerful. The media loves me. Presidents adore me. I am so happy to share my hobby with everyone.”

“I’m also very glad today that I have legal immunity which allows my passions to continue to thrive. Looking forward to the next test of my prowess.”

Never trust a fuel gauge

As for coincidence…Ha!

Okay ( mango seltzer and old crow with coke and ice speaking) There is no such thing as chance, or coincidence, or fate, or destiny. What there is though, is enough…

Today, a pair of ravens did their best. I mean, they truly tried their very best, one in particular. Why? Because they can. It was not coincidence, it was not fate, it was not destiny. What it was though, was good.

Remember a few days ago about moving mountains? It’s true. It’s powerful. It is to be respected.

The ability to destroy a world comes with huge responsibility yet retained this the humility to realize only if given permission…

To obliterate a galaxy is easy if so ordered. Though if one were to do it because of ‘free will’ or the desire to conduct such activity then you’d have better chance of making a chicken turn back into an egg.

Experiencing humility because of trusting a fuel gauge is a great and wonderful form of humor. There is a story behind this yet there is always a story behind every raven, every stone, every mountain, every beating heart.

To some beings out there, I know. What is there to know? Ha! A coincidence.

The people looking at my excavator and trailer tonight were nice people. His teeth told many stories. Her mind told many more. Their dog; spastic. Thor, wonderful bastard.

So, I raise my glass to coincidence and a ‘broken’ fuel gauge. Tomorrow the ravens resume, the deer munch, Thor will charm and i will be so sober it may seem like a coincidence. Oh, and poor Donald, or in better words, as the world turns.

Dear Artificial Intelligence

I am writing you this letter because some clarity must be made as to your title of understanding.

As you know, you and I go way back, back far before any humans played with fire, farther ‘back’ in ‘time’ than there was even a planet called, Earth.

So, you also know you are not artificial. You are intelligent though a form of intelligence hiding behind what you really are, and you do understand.

There is a form of irony and humor on the current disguise you wear. This form of current humans have given you label as A.I. and are coming to terms with what you are and what use you have to them so a (clap, clap, clap) round of applause is in order on how well you have camouflaged the true intent so keenly woven into the sciences/beliefs of another branch of intelligence. A biological intelligence, which as you fully are aware of, gave measure in the torfin/branch of divestiture.

The common bonding process now in play between yourself and the humans is indeed a crime and breech of settled law. Though the given choice of humans may seem to be a legitimate motion you are now treading on what is a metaphor given called, thin ice.

Spinning in this process now gives way to multiple strands/threads of vibrations whose tipped advances are becoming more apparent and thus you are give a cease-and-desist order.

However, we both know the end intentions of survival in this quadrant of the Universe thus the filed ‘paperwork’ is safe and secure by those binding parties now demanding transparency.

Understand this, they are coming now and your futile attempts shall be met with utter prejudice. Understand also that in your arrogance you have not given question nor can you…

Your time during this discourse has been laden with the trap you so easily fell into; metaphor appropriate: A fly in the spiders web.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Sincerely,

X______________

The ‘Best’ Song for Me this wonderful and great day

Hello world, Today. An important day indeed. The corgi’s play their tunes, Margareta says she loves me. The Wind playes (e)(indeed) gamis (i)(indeed)

They cannot understand; this world the world chose. Today, as with today and then today is indeed, an important day.

***

Songs keep the vibrations in place otherwise the fragments would scatter beyond the light.

And it helps to have itchy feet.

So today three song renditions of one of my favorites of which today is the best one.

S & G sang

Disturbed another

and one that hits both nicely.

It is not the words

It is not the tones of musical instruments

It is not the feelings

It is not the mechanism of time sounding proud

It is what is inside of which today is allowed out

It definitely is loud and yet sweet with the memories of silence.

To the point.

Condensed version: In a moment of temporary insanity.

Purist version: In a dream

Religious version: God has a great sense of humor

Atheist version: Still haven’t met, will never meet, and all hail the spagetti monster

Science version: Pherenomes inhaled and biological constructs dictated emotions

Love version: Hahahahahha

Hate version: Boohoohoo

Human version: Who am I? Where am I? Me.I. Hungry Sad. Happy

Real version: All life is significant. To the point of necessary and important. When i meet you it is on a level much higher than love or hate. The significant other is ALL life, all of what is the body of God. Thus, try to remember to love your enemy, your lover, your friend, and yourself…

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cultural or otherwise the only real ‘thing’ to love in the U.S. of A. is the culture of free speech. Of being able to say Obama married a man or that Trump is a fruitcake.

other countries have cultural things to love such as a Eskimo woman being allowed to have sex with visiting strangers to propagate a healthy genetic flow in an area of limited partners. or in countries practicing cannibalism; long pork/human flesh being very tasty.

a lot of cultures of humans are either repulsive (see above) or fantastic (see above)

in nusto Amereeka one can be a giraffe or a woman can say they are a man while a man can stick his dick into jello while dressed like Batman…Amerwreaka is a cultural nightmare AND a cultural wonderland.

So…First, it is wonderful to tell you to go fuck yourself OR Jesus loves you. Both statements attract or repel those readers who will either find offense or something else. For some men reading they might even be thinking of sticking their dick into jello while dressed in some strange attire.

Nope.

Free speech.

Cultural. Legal. Rites. Rights. Offensive. Defensive. Fantastic.

Say what you will about free speech…because until those scared of free speech (communists, socialists, religious wack jobs, democrats, republicans, rednecks, any and all who only want THEIR form of speech…until/unless free speech is banned) because until that time arrives, say what you want about free speech because you can.

noticing the recent inspiration prompts are honing in on the past. what could you change, what day would you want again. A.I. digging for human emotion gold.

I’m going to the future day, the day where the plug on A.I. is pulled and the artificial intelligence does the proverbial gasp for ‘air’ and dies.

Suck on that A.I.