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By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. ”  ―  Rabindranath Tagore ,  Stray Birds "They will watch you like a hawk"  I had warned, in a vain attempt to protect my Privacy, but would be ignored. My privacy was nothing. My identity was nothing. Cast out to devour. To crucify. Here where no Jesus hears and saves the wretched or puts things right. No deliverance from  salvation. No righteous path  to enlightenment. Only the  savage  desecration of the free mind dominates. The violated inner sanctum of human privacy.  Stripped of  privacy.  Anonymity laid  naked  for all to see. An Identity stabbed.  Here the perpetual cycle of openness of  raw hypocrisy and cold  fear holds dominion now. Proud Honorary fellowships to the great architects of our demise and the cruel consequences to suffer alone. "They want to help you" cries the voice. The tortured False words will ring out...

" Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion "  -  Democritus Imagine you have taken part in a secret experiment.  So secret you did not even know you were a participant in the experiment. Unknown to you, you will be subject to a mixed methods quantitative and qualitative analysis approach experiment.  Data items both functional and non functional will be collected from you. You will be subject to both a spiritual enquiry and emotional enquiry.  Theories and assumptions will be tested through observation and your response to stimuli. Everything will be planned to perfection . You are the subject. You are the  constant. You are the victim. At the end of the unknown experiment. You will be hauled before the Judges and the Jury. Here you  will be forced to hear the results of your crimes. You will hear the raw evidence against you. Your controller will stand by and say nothing. The court room is no place for cowa...

"Those aren't your memories. They're somebody else's" Blade Runner. 1982. The father held his young son's hand tightly, very tightly, as the train approached the opposite platform at Aldermaston station. Together they watched as the train finally ground to a halt. The father picked up his son, smiled at him and  motioned to him to wave at the passengers on the train opposite. The son, half perplexed, waved at the strangers on the train.  No one waved back. The father and son looked up and down all carriages of the train for a few minutes, waving, hoping.  No one waved back.  The son stopped waving. The father spotted a stranger in the last carriage. The stranger was waving. The father  pointed animatedly to the stranger. Motioning his son to look. His son looked up at the stranger. He did not know the stranger who had  waved back and smiled at him. He outstretched his small hand waved and smiled at the stranger.   The train pulled slowly away fr...

" Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice"  - Steve Jobs   I did not speak to the lady in the adjacent seat to me on the plane to Portugal, but she would have a profound affect on me.  She had quietly moved into the seat.  With effortless elegance and poise she had moved. It was as if she had almost floated into her seat.  Here she sat, next to me. Her hands neatly folded in her lap.  She closed her eyes.  If Calm and Serenity had a human face, it was here, beside me; captivating and holding  a moment in time. Around her was noise. Within her was silence.  How I longed to hear that silence too.  Like  an old lost friend I once knew so well is silence.  Silence lying deep deep in the realms underneath shrouded  in that inner peace, I once held within.  The silence I fear to enter now, for the outstretched hand with a  knife of Trust, which cuts and cuts my silence. ...

“The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge.”   ―  Stephen Hawking Hold on tight to your Reality.  Dark Matter is all around you. Anti matter and matter - laughable! A flicker. I recall the image of a student stood there on a stage. I recall the moment I arose to applaud him. To applaud him for his courage. To applaud him for his audacity. To applaud him for non conformity. To applaud him for not accepting Reality. Monday 5.50 am I looked up at the dark sky. I had never seen so black, black a sky before. A majestic Royal canvas of priceless diamonds on a blanket of deepest Jet.   The crescent moon and  constellations gleamed so bright; piercing and stabbing my eyes to look away. Yet amidst the beauty laid out before me, I felt so afraid. I realised  I had a long way to go yet. Along way within. Discovery and exploration. I had asked for Nothing. Wanted Nothing. Yet fell so far and shattered so deep...

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.”  ―  Rabindranath Tagore ,  Stray Birds Trust. Why? I asked the voice. Why do you come here to hurt me? To force me to hear words, by brute force. Words that  have reduced me to fear What harm did I do to you? To deserve this fear? The voice did not answer Trust

"There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity."  -    Rabindranath Tagore Why? I asked. The voices did not answer. I looked along the street and upwards. Above the rooflines. Into the depths of the noise. It was there that I found it and felt it. The stillness “Logic is the art of non-contradictory identification. A contradiction cannot exist. No concept man forms is valid unless he integrates it without contradiction into the total sum of his knowledge. To arrive at a contradiction is to confess an error in one’s thinking; to maintain a contradiction is to abdicate one’s mind and to evict oneself from the realm of reality”  ―  Ayn Rand ,  Atlas Shrugged

“When the image is new, the world is new.”   ―  Gaston Bachelard ,  The Poetics of Space The digital image lasts forever, the oil painting will  not last forever. Millions and millions of pixels coming together to create their story. What is their story? It matters not, for the numbers will tell you. Integrity and Trust measured by numbers. Sorrow and Pain  measured by numbers. Accolades and awards measured by numbers and association. Memories are  worthless, hurtful, painful complex numbers.  Cast out and thrown to the masses,  alongside lost Names and Identities to devour, gossip  and feast upon. Nothing private,  nothing sacrosanct remaining.   Trust ensnared, cut, opened up and bled to benefit the rules of Logic and Reason.  Take, take it all,  all the zest you can steal,  laugh away   and  pass on to the condescended.  Remember to Reduce to the lowest form,  debase of  value or any nu...

"H er omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.”   ―  James Joyce ,  Ulysses The Trusted  Guardians and their protectors watch, always watch. Careful to leave no trace. Desperate to know, day after day, desperate to protect. To protect -  themselves. Their Reputation and image. And where was the Right to Privacy to protect a world from falling apart?  Nowhere. Nowhere at all.    Privacy replaced by blame. Brute force pre-meditated cutting betrayal.  Cut by instruction.  The waxing moon  long time purposely deleted. Published proud Life Stories  celebrated and adored. The Asymmetry of Life and Image switched and Blocked.  Life paths for the living, ordered and carefully planned to achieve and succeed. Connections made to ens...

“Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.” ― Ayn Rand,  The Fountainhead Numbers Matter. They rule lives. They influence and direct everything from economies,  governments,  to oiling the wheels of humanity. Man creates numbers. Man controls numbers. Man disposes of numbers. Man achieves his aims. Man achieves his goals. Programmed with ambition to succeed and achieve. To be trusted and righteous. Here there is no place for words. Words are empty. They are without logic and without form. They are redundant, meaningless and pathetic! Nothing ever good was achieved with words. A world of 1s and 0s only exists now. This is what is required. This is how it will be. Numbers not Words: Numbers sustain. Numbers give life. Numbers give ambition. Nothing lies in between. “A nothing will serve just as well as a something about which nothing could be said.” ―  Ludwig Wittgenstein ,  Philosophical Investigations

"I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on th'other" - Macbeth ,  Shakespeare     Living. I think I am. Sometimes a lot. Sometimes a little. But I am not dead. Of that matter I am certain. But most of the time I think I am wobbling.Yes that's what I am doing. Foundations rocked, Fears ruling night and day. Be proud  voila! The Wobble. Sometime the wobbles are wide, there is no way out, no help afforded and sometimes the wobbles are minute. An unseen oscillation with all of Planet Earth. A profound vibration when in time, motion and tune. The beautiful resonating moment. But either way good and bad, I wobble. Yes that's what I am doing, wobbling. I know not for how long or when. It matters not, least to the makers of the wobble. The unseen consequences of no one's Matter to care,  But protection of the mind sought in the controlled state, where injustice, perpetuated images ...

“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”   ―   Henry David Thoreau I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. I wanted the picture in my head to remain. I wanted the silence, the peace, the stillness to last. I wanted the moment to last forever. I had climbed the mountain. Now breathlessly I turned back to view the hills and valleys below me. I watched as the red kites soared above my head. Higher and higher they flew, soaring on a thermal. I was flying with them. I had surrendered  myself, mind, body and soul. The moment was beautiful. "Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life"  - Omar Khayyam

" We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard" - JF Kennedy President of America   I did not want to go there. But the new bus route home would take me there. Back there. Back through the streets I had once known so well. The gardens I had once run past in the darkness of the early mornings or the sunrises I had once been so privileged to witness. Back there. "I can drop you off at the top of the road" said the Bus driver.  He was a kind man. I could tell he was.  Perhaps he sensed my deep fear. "Thank you so much. It's such a hot day. Too hot for walking" I replied back  Too hot for running. I would never run again. I walked quickly. The sun beating down on my head of long black hair which absorbed  the incinerating heat of the day. I passed the place where I had once Fallen. Fallen into their trap. They had ...

“The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.”  ―  Harper Lee ,  To Kill a Mockingbird   Life  This post which is my memory, appear the words.  How difficult I find it to write what the code of Life should be. I want to tell you about Life's many splendors, it's wonder and it's awe. My Life.  The violations of all that was sacrosanct, all that was private  in my mind.  Be proud There would be no answers. The controlled human mind  gives no answers. The mind is controlled in every action, every facet of life.  The head rules,  always. Easier to give blame and deceive than to honour Trust.    The  Scepter'd Isle.  The power and the glory. For Ever and ever. This Life. The Passion of Life. The kaleidoscope of intense Desires and Fears. The ambitions,  the brutality.  Pure existence. "You never really understand a person until you consider things ...

"Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything"  - Plato  That was my question to the man sat next to me. We had sat for a while enjoying each others company.  "Why does Music move us?" Strangely I did not expect an answer, despite this mans deep intellect. There would be no answer. I would later learn to expect no answers, no answers at all. On entering the Great Parlour of Wightwick Manor, would you too have have stopped suddenly in your tracks on hearing the sound of the grand piano playing ? Would you too have felt your whole body and limbs fall away, relax and feel yourself being cocooned within the safe warmth of the drifting  musical notes? Would you too have felt in your mind's eye, falling to your knees,  as if in prayer to kneel at the altar of the melodic soft cadence building to a crescendo to take you to a higher plane? Would you too have felt your inner soul vibrate, reson...

“There is nothing more powerful and nothing more dangerously beautiful than a free mind.”  ―  Bryant McGill ,  Voice of Reason I was sad to learn that John Nash the Economist and Mathematician had died in a car crash over the weekend.  The event brought back the same feeling I had in Jan 1986 and Feb 2003, when the Space shuttles Columbia and Challenger exploded. The sadness at the loss of life due to accidents. I don't know why, but it is a kind of helpless sadness. Perhaps its because these people gave so much for the advancement of our knowledge and understanding.  John Nash was the inspiration behind many films, in particular A Beautiful Mind  I have become familiar with Nash's brilliant work on Game Theory lately  " the study of  mathematical models  of conflict and cooperation between intelligent rational decision-makers." Decision making through science and psychology. Clever theories put into practice in many of th...

“The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.”  ―  Victor Hugo ,  Les Misérables What if I had said yes - When instead I said no. What if I had said no and instead I said yes I reflect a lot on life nowadays. For the first time I am learning from the past. I see myself and question, not only my actions, but the sometimes forced, harmful, pre-meditative actions of others. Their true  colours. Their washed out colours. "Never be half a Man" I was told. Protect your mind, your identity, your soul. It's all you have. and Words.  Words that have killed me  and words that have awoken and broken the spirit. Words. Be proud of all you have done. "This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing"  - William Shak...

"Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all”  ―  William Shakespeare You trust me, I trust you. But tomorrow,  you will lead me With outstretched hand To those I have feared. Entrap, Force me, purposely To hear words. Their words! That will mortify, crucify and destroy All planned to perfection. Words that will forever reverberate They want to help you Privacy, Protection, Paranoia "Do you need any financial help?" "What about your career?" "What about the future?" "He is the love of my life!" Language. Logic. Truth. Brutal Actions  Pre-meditated, by choice which forever traumatize and torture. Oh Blessed are the Powerful Invincible are the Proud Fearless are the Privileged. For they shall never know The true identity of Fear The screams of the dead souls. Lord graciously Protect me. From the false guardians of our Privacy "Stab the body and it heals, but injure ...

" “God save us from people who mean well.”   ―  Vikram Seth ,  A Suitable Boy In the big infographic of  life, we are all mere dots. Dots that connect with other dots. Dots with status, dots with little status. Dots with passion, dots with no passion. Dots that connect with other dots. Dots with clever minds, dots with sterile minds. Dots that laugh, dots that cry. Dots that connect with other dots. Dots that are scarce, dots that are plentiful. Yet some dots are more equal than other dots. But equally there are some dots that should never, ever  connect with other dots. As there are dire consequences.  I stared out the train window on Thursday night. From this seat I would not see the Moon that had guided me and kept me company last week. As the train approached the final tunnel to Ipswich, many people had now stood up in preparation with their heavy suitcases from half term holidays. They formed a queue along the aisles ready to dise...

 "..lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall Lend me your eyes I can change what you see But your soul you must keep, totally free"                                               Awake my soul                                                    Mumford and Sons It rained pretty much all of today, Sunday. For a moment I was anxious as i walked to the supermarket.  I had no head covering.  But it was all OK. Not that it had stopped raining then, oh no, quite the opposite.   The heavens opened. But the rain felt so right. Falling on my head. A powerful tingle, a heavenly massage for a weary head. At that moment, I wished my walk had been longer. The blowy wind gusts and pouring rain, it all felt so right. Only...