Early Morning

So we all had incredible conversation last night about a variety of topics, and here I am this morning looking at the morning light and trying to saave the rainforest via Facebook (L'il Green Patch : Plug) when I have a thought.

Everyone says, "Love life to the fullest, live it as best you can, always do your best to be involved, etc." The problem is, the more you love life, the harder it's going to be to die. If you hate life, and your time comes to go to the great gatekeeper in the sky, well, alright, you're fine. You were probably tired of life anyway. If you really love life with all your heart and soul, if every moment is an absolute wonder to behold, if you look at your challenges as opportunities and your successes as glorious marks down an endlessly entertaining path, dying is going to suck more than anything else could possibly suck.

Unless you start to think of death as, not an end, but a continuation of life in a different form. Hopefully the ability to love will remain intact through the portal and on the other side . . . a chance to love a whole new facet of existence. That is where hope lies.

Gee, I'm awful chipper at 8:14 in the morning.

L,M.
(Love, Matthew.)

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A Test and Writings

Well, this blog was initially intended to be a test to see if Flock can post it to two blogs at a time, notably Xanga and Blogger. If it can, I'm considering opening a blog with all the major services and doing multi-posts, so I can be connected on every facet.

In other words, if it's easier to connect by being multifarious in my choice of services, why not be?

Multifarious = varied, according to freerice.com.

So what else is going on? It's raining outside, and it poured like cats and dogs last night. I am pleased to note that my biological clocks and circadian rhythms are still in effect. I went to bed a little late for me (after midnight) and this morning I still woke up on cue at 7 o'clock. I am most pleased with this. I am steadily weaning myself off of alarm clocks altogether.

Breakfast consisted of a banana and the heel of a loaf of bread with some peanut butter on it. I feel like an apple wants to be added to that mix as well.

So I hung out with the Brothers Watson last night (Mason and Robert), and Rollins. It was great to see everybody, including Robert's dog Bacon. Bacon is a white bulldog with a brown and white face, and he is very protective of his master. He is a good dog. Also I got to see Lisa, the mother of the Watsons, who seemed happy and healthy. We all swung by the mall, where I got absorbed in a really excellent statue standing outside the cigar shop. The statue is a "native american" and I don't know whether the artist was simply incredible or the wood was still alive, but that thing seemed uncannily real at times. Uncannily so.

Autre de ca, there isn't a whole lot to write about. There will be no beach walks today; the weather has seen to that. It probably is a rain day . . . inside all day enjoying the sounds of wind and rain.

L<M>

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Solar Energies, Other Alternatives

Hey, first check out Dr. Shi's excellent points.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYbSK05PdFM

After that, let's talk for a bit about solar energy. The average American home is over 2,000 square feet, with a large portion of that space covered by roof. It takes about 500 square feet to completely power a home with slightly lower than normal energy usage. Extra energy goes back to the power companies, you get paid for it.

The initial investment is around $45,000, with a 30% tax incentive being the absolute minimum government incentive.

Of course, consider a power bill of not only $0, but quite possibly -$ as well, where you get paid.

This is all in addition to the conscious cleansing knowledge that your energy comes from the most abundant source EVER.

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Flock and Other Mindfulness

Wellness and Meditation, Greetings to All.

There was a recent discovery here through channels of inextricable fate-bound paths of a new web browser called Flock. As I understand, it is based on the Mozilla engine, which also forms the basis for the famed Firefox browser. Flock has a lot more built-in featurettes than Firefox, which ships with the goal of ultimate customization. The garden analogy is that Flock has seeds planted and growing, irrigation built in, and many packages of seeds stored away, where as Firefox has some seeds planted, irrigation built in but needing to be turned on, and many packages of seeds stored away. They are both excellent gardens, and right now I am very much enjoying the eco-version of Flock.

Thank you to the interested forces in the universe for this gift.

The integration with Facebook and Blogger have so far been very enjoyable. I am still discovering the browser, but I feel I am safe in offering a recommendation to www.flock.com.

Blessings to you, and may many happy days be for you.

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Energy, or Lack Thereof

You know, sometimes it feels like there is literally no energy in my body. Right now I feel like I could just slump to the desk and stay there all day. And yet I don't. Maybe that's what energy really is, continuing on in spite of absolute weariness.

Honestly I think I've been sleeping too much. I slept 17 hours Friday night and 10 hours last night. Caitlyne sais that that sleeping too much releases poisonous chemicals in the soma. Perhaps it does.

Maybe collegiate sleep deprivation is actually essential.

Vocabulary Enlightenment

Chiropteran = bat.

If anyone has seen Blood + (which I haven't in a long time since I quit watching television), the evil, demonic, gargoyle-esque minions of the Enemy are called Chiropterans, and they do look quite like gigantic bats.

Amazing.

Here I Go Again

Well, the story continues.

After a long period of drought, the rain returns in the form of these ever present thoughts.

Life continues to move forward, dragging on giant chains the world-pillars of worry and obligation, the mighty Titan holding the Sanctuary of the Gods upon his back.

But the Titan is lost within the world the Gods created. In crimsons and blues and hues all shaded with the fiery passions of a thousand lives burning so brightly in time.

He swears his alliegiance to the Gods and upholds his obligation.

And that serves as the continuing metaphor for the world as it is seen at some times.

I have enrolled and am ensconced in The University of Mississippi. It is a place, and I can call it home. I thank my family for providing for this opportunity to find what it is that I can find here.

There is not much else to say right now. I am still very tired, but I am trying to stay awake until an hour for sleep arrives. I search for an hour that will maintain the soma's circadian rhythms.

The story of arrival at this point will be taken up next time.