From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   For some time now, I’ve been “hampered” by a strange malaise, starting   
   back at least around April 15th, and growing slowly worse, day by day.   
   It began when I dropped a limb off a maple tree in the SW corner of the   
   property— I knew at that time that something just wasn’t “right” but   
   couldn’t figure out “how” to make it “right.”  In hindsight, it’s   
   perfectly clear:  the    
   branch getting cut down shoulda been tied “upward” to a branch elsewhere   
   on the tree, closer into the driveway— like:  _/° (sorta like that, where   
   the ° represents the higher point at which the felling branch (_) should have   
   been “anchored.”)   
      
   Be that as it may, the damage was minimal (it took out a 6’ vinyl fence   
   section of my neighbor’s fence) and I went over to apologize and show him   
   the damage, and of course take responsibility for replacing it, etc.   
   Mark’s sorrow changed quickly to anger, and he began accusing me of all   
   SORTS of false ad hominem fallacy statements.  He even called me a liar and   
   implied my mother was one as well—  VERY "El Diablo." }B-<   
      
   Normally, a person might’ve hauled off and decked him one for that, but   
   instead I chose the “Jesus path” of “resist not evil” which eventually   
   led to informing him that if he believes my mother is a liar then he has   
   insulted his wife.  Why?     
   Because my (saintly!) mother once made the observation that Mark had   
   “married UP” and that if Mark believes my mother to be a liar, then that   
   means Mark married “DOWN,” and thus has begun the path straight into hell.   
      
   At any rate, I suspect the reason I couldn’t “think clearly enough” at   
   the dropping of the branch may have been due to the small yet persistent   
   pressure in my right ear / Eustachian tube, which is just enough of a   
   distraction to keep one’s mind    
   off the job at hand.   
      
   I went to have my ears / hearing checked, and found I “have the hearing of a   
   16-year-old” with of course the Tympanic reflex being missing on the right   
   ear, which was / is to be expected as a consequence of the brain damage in my   
   right PICA.   
      
   Well, you’d think that wouldn’t be too much of a problem, but then my   
   lower right torso began to feel “stretched” a bit, possibly “bruised,”   
   and this “ache” has been persistent and at times growing and other times   
   reducing but never going    
   away over the days since.   
      
   Kroger’s “NyQuil” equivalent helps to reduce the body fevers, but the   
   general ache  has really resulted in my being unable to mow the yard since the   
   15th.  It’s starting to show.   
      
   At any rate, my small (stupid-phone) 4g flip has an app that came with it,   
   such that by plugging in a set of headphones (with wires, of course) it can   
   “tune into” any available FM radio signal.  As a consequence, I listen to   
   either the FISH (94.1) or    
   “KLUV” (spellings may differ) all night.  WONDERFUL stuff!   
      
   I also suspect this may be the cause of the pattern of repetitive dreams /   
   patterns over the past several nights, which brings us to:   
   Last night / this morning,  I’ve got to start off with a “definition” of   
   a concept:  Imagine the Chaos and the Void that “did NOT exist” back in   
   Genesis 1:1.  If anything HAD existed, *nothing* would make sense.  So for all   
   intents and purposes,   
    I’m gonna define “just one drop” of that moment (that “never   
   existed”) as [◙]— and yes, I realize this is *possibly* already “mind   
   bending,” because to say “nothing exists” is to say “0=1” whereas to   
   say that “the condition    
   that does NOT exist” says “nothing = NOT 1” thus “Nothing = 0”—   
   which makes very clear sense, at least from my perspective.   
      
   In the dream, there was a structure similar in shape to a (waning) crescent   
   moon, maybe 26 or 25 days old (past the Full, approaching the New) that had an   
   appearance as if it were something from the famed “Hanging Gardens of   
   Babylon.”  And yet, at    
   the bottom of the crescent, where it was expected to be touching a mirror   
   crescent beneath it, *sorta like* “└┐” (but more like “S”) that   
   “primordial nothingness” [◙] had somehow “been by” such that the   
   LOWER section of the bottom    
   mirrored crescent simply was not visible, very much akin to the consequence of   
   getting sucked in by a black hole.   
      
   While there’s FAR too much Biblical as well as political rhetoric around   
   this dream, I’m simply posting it “as is” and moving on, clarity “7”   
   although the appearance of the crescent was “silvery” / illuminated, as   
   moonlight.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)