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His(David Bohm) passion for truth carried him wherever it might possibly find nourishment, and his theories consequently reflect tremendous breadth and depth in accounting for a wide range truth that stems from a diverse spectrum of epistemologies.

The 3Ps blog is dedicated to exploring cosmology, quantum physics, and the domains of the very small and the very large with poetic expression of science concepts, philosophy, and history of ideas at the emergent consciousness level by using the "words of science."

Out from here
near the edge of the universe
clear of culture clutter
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Friday, June 09, 2006

Heard on Fresh Air

Friday, June 09, 2006
How Billy Collins gets it, kinda

Casting for Answers

after reading the Trouble With Poetry

Fish must imbibe in their own piss!

Billy Collins says it has all been said
& said & said about the useless dead,
by all those living who copy instead
of innovating to get some street cred
amongst Aquarians they’ve never read.

Taken from a person with a legacy
who I assume knows better than me,
who’s old enough to ... (more)

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Idle Setting Idyll

Stood Up while Sitting Down

Sitting is more important than smiling

Affirmations of things you did, or

Wished you had, may bring pleasure,

But can you sit with no regrets

Resting from accomplishments,

Anticipating the next,

Setting the load on the other end

Giving the head a gift of upside down-ness?

Sitting is a one way deal

Impossible to bend another way,

Nor is there any doubt when it is done.

It can happen most anywhere,

As smiles abandon forgotten dreams.

... She turned away and sat down on a pile of bricks, only writhing angrily when he pressed her for a word. As they neared the end of her voyage, and her intense protest against desertion remained, as she thought, only half expressed, her sense of injury grew almost unbearable. (Unsocial-Socialist, GBW)

Saturday, June 03, 2006

The Genderation of Two & More

Wake up Honey before Ants Smell the Roses

I am dreaming of hidden variables

Standing behind me unseen

Like ants in your pants that talk to me
Their antennae are telling me about tickling you

It is something that proper aunts don’t talk about
But ants know something we do not
They chose women to do the work as if honey is everything
The drones are a lot like the hidden variables

For the rest of the geometric progression ending with Napoleon's hand,