Monday, December 11, 2017

Peepee – poopoo - And the Universe of Battle - II

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    Home-again Home-again Jigity-jog!

    I am the Lorax Ishkabible! I speak for the younger eddas in lullaby-land! Amid a different shade of white heard in wondrous stories– in a whiter shade of pale – a white that is all about an apartment, with that one stellar cremeist which is made for living - these words played out in sarsaparilla exaggeration from father to child. Far from Kerouac – in his Lowell den – and nearer to the imagination land of Tasha Tudor and A. A. Milne - or so says Winnie-ther-pooh. It is a darkened land - which comes up brilliantly with the sunrise, here it comes - and sleeps by gentle portrayed by the D'Aulaires' riffs of myths - from the Greek into Norse – now at last Pan was loose upon the world. Oh! Brightly take this hourglass and welcome the walrus. Goo-goo-ge-jubb at Paddington Station spectral.

    Love is like oxygen – giddy to excess, enough so that you are going to fly. The sneetches cry at a noxiousness to the child – which had formed a parade on Mulberry Street, fanfan to express the hidden meaning of the dimmish caress. So to take their measure for measure by dying away down the rabbitousness hole. O frabjous day, and chortled in three squander. Triptomeier in dulciselses! Iambic amateur motor against trojic hexameter - as the Two Poets explored in a symphony - l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle, in paradise lost.

          it is the ABCs for young readers, and old readers, alike. First the vowels and then the consonants in those tongues which are Alphabets rather then Abjad or Abugida – or further encased in Logographic. Apple and aardvark lead this of namedthings – though alligator flows close behind. The wide mouth grimaces in the stream – green mist oozed over scales, and the teeth burble wide. Dr. Strangelove lies in wait on top an army of DVDs and Bluerays – the last physical medium that anyone wanted to purchase. The TV was on – but none watched it. Video was killing the radio star.

    But the baby does not care – giggly and gushing out praise from every esophagus which wide-eyed came into contact. Staring outward without focus, but with a toothless smile. Happy the pleasure all came to her-in-a-piece: eating, digesting, and manufacture of poo. Only a flash dismissal came to change the diaper – or, if you prefer, the nappy - happy-nappy papoose, the river runs murmuring by. Serene syringe suddenly serious – a crumple came to the madonna as she spoke on the iphone. SSID was required to complete the application for a birth certificate. Crumpled contorted in loose-fitting clothes – when the hurlyburly's done, she was concerned, about the run-a-round on Solsbury Hill, Mr. Blue Sky-y-y – but soon comes Mr. Night.

    Out the window from the bedroom, views a skyline on the American Alps, with nary a spot of turner tubes suspend in mid-air – with rifts and valleys, spires and peaks - and light beyond light, but not serve in heaven. Victorian brick engineering – to Jazz Age concrete – to international post-war steel and glass, and beyond, because the Alps were still accreting. The neon was scorn to advertise, acquaint, promulgate and divulge mysteries the infant would not know, like Anne of Green Gables 13 – and the madonna had ceased to care. Unmasked – a pair of adults, having become parent in split-year of time. Cirrus clouds reflected orange and pastel fluorescent gondolas that spat-out from the ground – the New York Times Metro section glomed events that miss the core paused.

    While my guitar gently Jesus wept.
Of distant atmosphere, it was the rain – and she stopped, to parlayed with the absent grandmother, who had swaddle her while her mother was a wreck of opioid addiction in her youth over youth as a Dharma bum.

Are you there, grandmama – are you there?

Among many, I am with you.

Language was imprecise – was it: Among many, I am with you, or Among many, I am, with you or Among many I am with you? Disturbances prolong the agony of unfacts, should we possess them. But she hesitated was reticent: and the plunge forward -

But you are not here, In any truer sense that I know.

I am but you in reverse - you never knew me and you knew me all too well. You are the dangling participle beneath my feet. A sense of shuffle maintained its view behind beyond before the deck of cards from Alice in Wonderland.

And then Peter got down off the wheel barrel, and her grandmother continued:

I am here now, because of until this point, you would not know the pain - the pain that brings the joy of a new life.

The madonna thought about this, in its many splendored glory - and realized just how much each detail could be eliminated and illuminated by this simple fact. She was different now, and the pain had disappeared into a haze, bought lied in weight around every corner. It was the pain on the tip of her tongue, which would not be recognized again - unless she tried another birth. Then the flowering pain would interrupt again for a few moments, which she would recognize the deaths head face for the moment between becoming to be, and the guidance of surrender.

Will I ever see you again?

Would you want to see me again? Or would you leave that to the chance that becomes birth? I know which I would want, and I think you would want the same thing. Not knowing is a supreme distinction which has surrender as its sortir.

With this trocher, it spun the madonnas vertex in place - and coming round the projects in Queens a profusion of piccolos and flutes began the sunrise, which all had rushed down the avenues and hurried along the boulevards - wonders and beauties were silent as a circle and a line (bent), and therefore touched each one a different way. The rulebook sounded rule 175389-I. And a flood of nouns carried forth from the text.

But then the velveteen rabbit hopped into view - as if a velveteen rabbit could hop - and scratched himself with the hindfoot and within to a dream. Realizing that asleep had overtaken; that everything was planned in accordance with the laws of slumber. Thus, a wave of her palm was all that her grandmother needed to say goodnight to all. Good night good morning guten Morgen good day and goodbye to the figment of her imagination which took the form that she recalled as her grandmama.
Waking instead, she felt by her the gift of splattering poo, which the infant ingloriously disposed.

Le petit prince – of une magnifique image, dans un livre sur la Forêt Vierge qui s’appelait « Histoires Vécues » - when it was 1st published, did not appear to be a parable du guerre. And yet it crowded on top, devant ne derrière, around her. She gasped for dispresence from the on disait dans le livre - a whisper of the French she use to know, and forgot in sadden torque of time. Children recognized only the story and not the subtext conveyed in paralanguage. There is a Foucault pendulum echo, from the depths of Deconstructive semiotics in phenomenology mode of post-modernism in a hermeneutics stance - with all the posts running after it.

Turning to her side, the madonna saw her significant other - once called POSSLQ, “and we will some new pleasures prove” in the sound and fury to be travel by the Donne - as she trudged down the golden wood - wouldn't chu know it's a lot like Christmas - floor to the kitchen, to pump the milk into little plastic cups, which would be demanded momentarily. The Renaissance masters had never warned of this requirement.

Butt the baby did not cry for the shambles excreta that she had made, absorbed into quilting du jour. Each moment it denied the adolescent attraction, it secured the maternal inflection - she was 1st and always madonna, in a pragmatics mise en scène, like The Doll's House, when it came the epoch to read Ibsen – when her progeny will feel like a The Prisoner in her own house – between horse-and-sleigh and Number 6, though count as Number Five by Marcel Proust – an involuntary conscious memory. The telly was still on. Bow Bow Bow – according to “Sound and Communication: An Aesthetic Cultural History of Sanskrit Hinduism”. But no Hindi was spoken here – though madonna imaged one in a dream, longago – a Hindu who spoke Hindi, not -a, -e, or -o.

Disposed of the container used to dispense milk – it had leaked – and with the posiciones of an immunologist, poured exact the amount from left-to-right and back again. Even the adventi looked like a machine from the past. It was training for the day, hours, periods of graduate school – an adult reminiscence of long ago, as the advertisingese went, last Thursday - and before that, five years ago. The telly was still on while the moon plunged above the cylinder. Then, as she straddles on the double bed, and gave the life-giving elixir of parental paradigm – not cascaded conjugation.

Coos and giggles, and then the burbs and burps began - and she put the baby of on her shoulder to expunge the gas, and then laid down to rest. There was a call-and-response, that leaned on a spiritual from african-american lines of jizz deaned Prohibition famed. Your train is here, Mr. Duke Ellington - and it spins a mood in indigo, on the 'A' Train at the Cotton Club (the best in the world - she fights anyone who says differently - it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing) – dowa-dowa-dowa. Wah! Wah! Wah! Cried the baby in an attempt to ameliorate the resonance.

Distantly a march played in the key of F - and it was the sound of battle sophrosyne.
What colour was your rainbow, yesterday? Was it readied by the grey bleakness, or warm to the pattern swirl of autumn? Would that it be hiver, for to those who seek out the differences – the worn tetrachromat whisper sharp beudoin, is a warning of the red schoa points which glitter in of tower spare. And she sees the moon – but in a reflection – put it in an envelope, and send it to The New Yorker and make believer, it came from the deep and dark manifestation form of man – the older counter age of proof the God had human wish to walk upright on innumerable of innumeracy his – not her – limbs of flesh. A dark reflection of setting counter-terra there sitting in space. The madonna opens her milk, on fed and feed upon the nuance. To a child like this.

Heghogs grew from utter-nonsense, upon a pithy fractal of the xaos mandelbrot in self-similar gorge by Julia – and by Beatrix Potter claim, and stood awhile in thought. It was a seagull, or perhaps a turning tern, that wafted flat in 3 note on the key of E and thence to say in German “s”. More on this later Roth, you will have your time at the breast. Scrub-a-dub toils the Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle in her pot – pot becomes all nice and clean as a diaper folded by machine, as polyphony in a straight note sounds. But was it F – or Es? Whose to say – perhaps the Amphigorey, writing a tome on murder lisps - and Lisp - murmurs who. But that is Artificial Stupidity make cold reliably numbers fresh in a poly-Julia-language cast Python way. Watership Down has no fiver-characters! An author, who once was a child like this.

Baby crosses her eyes to find her mothers – to focus yet inexplicit and nonspecific way – O thesaurus we prey thee in synonymies mantra clasped. (Nominative, vocative – accusative; genitive: or dative.) Like raindrops on the pane, with vague distant building along the Baggershot Row w/cars, carrying the letters of a distant President. Who once was a child like this.

Baggage wail from infant to the world that wake madonna from half-slumber – stop and go – the red light answer back. And in their casting call to dancers, a chorus line was made, but remade every week, till the show drop to its end bisected. And each one, was a child - like this.

Eyes a flutter, and a news that spews into the cheeks. Every detail is memorized, because it is the madonna's child nonplus. The small suite tales of an old house in Paris that was covered with vines, where all was cover with vine Could not have been more perfect to her gentle stroking of the infant's chin, even the ears were straight and in perfect symmetry. Oh, what a child is this.

Of the child, with a child - was this. Because gradually everything grew hazy in the space of walking away down the corridor, as the baby grew to stages which eventually became an adult, and the parents had forgotten all of the falter which came with birth. Gradually, the child could stride within and without, to choose to select, to mention, to feel, what an indirect way - to reach maturity, that became, in time, a new life again. And all from a child like this.

Depression was its true name, in Paris 1919 after Childe Harold to Dark Tower Came – and it settled on her as a shroud, he jes' keeps rollin' along with a grin if ultraomnipotence - progress is a comfortable disease meaning The
Voice of Jesus – I, oh I of I in I of why, of course, oh why - the sponges made of misery Oedipus – calling out the Dead of Dublin. Il y a – the most important phrase in French – peu trop de femme in the Stone South Wind, in old dissembler. He who lives out slumbering sonmansance by Medea translated to English by some never was, but in the original koine subscribe to Euripides. She thought I would kill him – save the child's smell is partially his own- he must think the same of me. The night is beautiful, so the faces of my people – but there murder upon the obligate mouth-breather. Foul fare petunium canticle for Leibowitz. The sea has made face like a chocolate bar – not candy 100,000 dollar bar on Lennox Ave deferred. His solid flesh had never been away to Dixieland redux – Spainish is the lovin' tongue, look away Dixieland to Eveready to Chance. It is the grass, two roads diverged in a yellow cradle, not brown or tawny, wood where my life had been astray. What do you do to stop?Yes – go on with a Howl: because he saw the best minds of his generation destroyed by the madness limplike - a starving hysterical nude.1 – 2 – 3 – 4 stick around I'll tell more – if William Carlos Williams will allow it.

Outlandish gash - she turn with a pen transcribe with pencil stub, that was a drawer – with which are scissors that call her name. A slice, a pustulance smooth of vowel, in fleshy countenance of him. And wait for le soleil to touch his face, with a card double and redouble down, and fished above pisces poisson pescado geranium. If not he, then me. Mine, and all there is, faded to dew - and dust. Welter at the last stars of heaven – HA Rey deliver me from evile. [And the Velveteen rabbit to the win from Wittgenstein, who demanded that they play poker - in a dream. And hidden mythology, where each scolds the other to be my slave for an instant – and fear-smeardecker à la Dagwood – a chómp, chimp fazzle a la dashes in Garance to Clark by the church with a pistol. Such is your introduction to Monsterpiece, with bankrupcy on the corner in espresso-land, Yunus division. (From Middle French garance, from Old French garance, warance, from Frankish *wratja, from Proto-Germanic *wratjō (“red dye”). Cognate with Old High German rezza, reiza (“scarlet; purple; crimson; red; madder”), Old English wrǣtt, wrǣtte (“crosswort; madder”).) With a popsodacoke from the American slang dictionary. For further reading see le Trésor de la langue française informatisé. Seven is the number of copywritten in the world with notes on the collision. It was a dream, with the frames mine eyes have scene the glory of the coming of the lord – and how such cute eyes the baby had. Curious George had said so, and so it is! Yes - what glorious eyes you have you have! (Talking in babytalk.){ Tristan et Isolde hints without stating the I syllable – this was the creation of Wagner, who scorn Schoenborg – and the conduct form Syn-syn-dad-dee to New Yawk.} What the negatives Alt-right - cum Neo-Nazis - would do – chant there obscene caudraclashes in Virgina, land of the deeper South where Jefferson brooded over de Tocqueville with a toke, and Washington Address in anosognosia. ]

Sourcing of this fantasy was the madonna, of a dream perchance, as she watch the insignificant other across the table, grunting in his unshaven sleep. To be, or not to be – that is the question. Where tis merry melody, or silly symphony, to take, perchance to fornicate in last centuries rotten smear. Tis nobler Hammett easy Chandler with F. Scott Fitzgerald on the side - repetition, repetition, go easy on that old man river, that old man river - he jes' keep movin' along. All he did – was stroke his beard. And she vomited – and turn to infant, all swaddle with pamper gleaned from the suzerainty covenant by vassal definition on the bottom-lands - the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

It sneauxewd on Gotham.

L’espirit d’escalier patter patter fall – down on the street a woman, who want to be pregnant stretches up to grey clouds an takes in a snowflake rond de jambe en l'aire. A past forward pirouette through her most recent conversation with the deliver of sperm. Oh, what fools these mortals be. Somehow the prick of ears in the apartment rest the madonna on the very distant woman – because she knew the story all to well. And hated the way it came out for her. James Joyce was a man, an sexless infinity had no problems for his uglinesssex. Discombobulator in excelsioritas. The ghost of Future Imperfect Past Inconditional Aorist Organism trips tonguedly forward to tend back, and sticks out a blather form old saint nick, or so this mythconditional Charles Dicken act without thinking. He look over the shoulder of the woman, mist against mist: a city beautiful – but unseen, with Satanic Verses in composition; slowly at first. But then with a maniacal possession of lunacy, by the light – of the silvery moon, a midnight noon as it stole out the splendor – moon with snow in foreground, with a wedge of creamalicous odder nigha stratus-scape the hidden cliffs and valleys Chú Cuội wooing Nguyet Tien in the darkness of space.The word of God – let no fetus be aborted – in the name of pederasty, non-coscent, and rape, forever shiloh and ever – Amen. Attuned and appropriate in HTML 5.0 in potty yet to come – and soon.

Cuddle-cuddle arts in trouble, Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. With smastammers weight of rosy finger Dawn coming. Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, from Pablo Neruda to breast nox breast from whence all milk and colostrum doth flow – the spice must flow.
And her eyes where such dominant blue! How could the madonna raise her hand against this? She looked over (as she breastpump whitey liquid with a meanstreak) and could not stiff her hand, nor even then spine. It was the source of too precious clock by days and years – from a date too sacrosanct too honour except with punyamay - sacrosanctum concilium in sacred liturgy. Holy, Holy, Holy!

Bleah.

And still the snow fall in the opposite of dusk – it is the East, and Juliet is the sun. Midmorning de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa, on September Morn in coffee mug splen. The ballard of the green berets – to of the charts in '67.

And what does it matter so long as our military is in power.

And all is all, and all is one, even as he drank turpentine laredo with a belt of marijuana - so long denied, because slavery was its profit. And Moore was his disciple. Crawling creeping to his finish line down in Alabama way, look away – Dixiecup land. (Koch. Bros. Product.)
Holly, Holly, Holly! The last time to Top 40 had a ring-ding-ding, save the ballard of, the green berets.

And Shiloh is a Hebrew word – for place of peace and violence – what wrong with a little violence? A little violence never hurt anyone.

And this we give thank to thee – Anti-Jesus the evangelicalturd. (Adult word comes splat in you face.)

And look central skyward to chase a snowflake – on eggalicious day.

Jerusalem, USA –

America...

America!

Why don't we climb aboard the starship?

America... why do you forsake me? Asked the madonna in a nightgown with a set of galoshes to run out into the silky mist – cold but smooth blanket from the West, of Great Lake ilk – the ilk of ilk, carried by his name on four corner-side. Koo-Koo-Ka-Job or is just Ko-Ko on the shiv. With wailing horns and no statement of the main theme? It is wet snow, and I jibe a 1946 recondition Broadway pick lines to make a sham-shim-alley Swing set piece. If you truly wish to.

Why did I listen to that man, when he said that it would be safe? Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, time for this one to come home. But where is home on this wretched planet?Ephebophilia everyplace, and not a droplet to drink.

Mistress of the temptress barren is future past resplendent: the ferry across the ocean of Existence, but now the Raven was a prisoner's dilemma – unto he was said: “I have shown you this supreme beautifully shroud form, resplendent, universal, transgressive - and primeval to the daughter of the kingdom of youth – the world of human life, and portmanteau Finnegans Wake by a key. Every thing has a key. Even Harvard Business School on the make by way of Chicago semiotics.
America, why cant you do this? Or is it lost in lines from hello world?\n

Only genius cannot reply - the highest region of capture, and men were easier to ensnare: the doom lies in yourself, not in your name. Even though the fight creases, the burial is quickly over. What is leave, and left, and leaven loaf? All quiet on the Western front, almost glad the end had come to the Black Obelisk with cash aloof. She did not wait. Never wait – oh-oh. BM.

Born, not made – with the lack of the nuance to attune to others inner thought, into the Shadow's Left Traveller – the infant know nothing about this; she knows the bitty running drop that crowds in the the bathroom: they name is Norovirus, and splays form severe diarrhea in it Finnegans wake malaise stool. Enfeeblement is nodding so completely, because you did very neatly, ding-dong the wicked witch, is dead. The house began to stitch – some where over the rainbow, in world of pure imagination come with me, so many rainbow connections. If you experience paradise, there is nothing to it pulchritudinously Ragnarok, if wish you to be. (Two old guys commenting off of hand – because no foot was on overhead.)

A crater in the snow, catches her eye from below – a snowbell inured by a jolly 7 year old, who has moved along to other zither things - in the snow blanket Maria Remarquid (QID), in a Hero with a thousand faces way – told millions of time to the chant of saganic worship – billyons and billyons of years ago, as count by Pho Le.

Fantasia on a theme of Gini Coefficients of 1.

In front was the change – from soft coverlet to biting surfacelet on a wavelet, too smoke what is pleasiwana and not what is cloybacco – and never what is alchopoid. The truth, the bitter tonic lined with acid, how this spring of love resembleth and admission without any difficulty with a haughtiness that fueled her inner delight – she died while hugging her child. Stendhal rejected the obscenity of Racinian tragedy – on the mark evolutionist philosophies strange aphorism hitherto laid in the future-past, not on the past-future. It was how the Grinch Stole Christmas, afterall, on mulberry street – the land of morus before the spider, trailing a sinewed web behind the fall of Arabian Nights. Scheherazade in русский . Quod erat demonstanding go - Latinizing the basest of base movites. Which spelling is it?

I know, I know – it is a big world out there. And coo, and coo – hush little baby don't say a word. The baby gruntiling in mess – both overjoyed at have made, and desirous to have it changed. Superciliously - at the same and different clock strike second – as an older man young traipsed through Lucky Strike and found forgiveness in a bar ca. 1960 – when Nixon would be president – all the Madmen so decreed. Urine loves quackery on the bed – set to music, in style of my first title of time, and volume unobtrusive explained in verse.

Yes – yes – yes. Hoping their power over no - yes – yes – yes the terrible twos split infinitive in it's grasp. Yes – yes – yes. Go worry about the une enfant emmailloter.

Please extoll me when they come. But “please” was not a word that C-C-C-Claudius knew, in his Ἱστορίαι, even when Graves help him up, out to the morning's edge, damn he was with the Shakespeare versus Oxford Comma question. Sophocles where are you, on the day of rest? Asleep dreaming of Breyer Rabbit, it seems. (Fiver senses the things in hallucination and Dance, the apotheosis of movement's grace.)

Stared though the pane was the bright world, with dirty patches of grey snow, with sugar ontop – to Sleepbook, perchance to dream of then I must be thy lady. But I know when thou hast stolen away from Fairyland upon love the next live creature that it treatises complicity. With Glenn Smith on the promised rebound, to take note of the spectrum from Infra-red to ultra-violet, and every in between, bewitch – bothered; and bewildered. Ezra Pound in Cantos [like Dante] - who nastiness was bounded by obsession for the Golden Clause, and with tutoring the unloved loving hand - there is only the sound of a cricket, south wind in the stone – sepia and amber days melon navel waist of high secret beach beside Pi'ilani in sorghum shades – because, we were told, the only thing were to have to fear – is fear itself, nameless in it's desire to fix her eyes, and she could not lift them, until the spell was over.

Obligate mouth breather. Obligate mouth breather. Obligate mouth breather.

Mediative on personal website – whose name is forgotten by the smut which he published – it bloomsburies a new, though forgaring the genius of John Maynard Keynes, and his followers in Chinagkok Cheyenne Cherokee Sequoyah – IS-LM as John Hicks broke it down to symbol of Carter, as explained to Steve the other Hicken – portrayed by IS-LM-BoP Flemingizer way, with a translation by Krugman of liar fame. Welsh your bets – including the one at Death. Stoller – and begin again with the Lord of Analysis – by numbers and the signs. No place like London, for Steffi Moy foot tendu reproachez.

But the D'Aulaires' were not impressionist google DEC. Nor were AA Milne desirous of pursuing the Corgi night of blame boggarts bollix Bellatrix Lestrange Strang, King of the Air Climate Affirmer – the change that keeps on giving. And receiving with my love. No place like London.

The anachronistic axe sighs in its gerontoi fix, as if anesthetized on it brick and mortar foundation number 1, the encyclopedia galactica is its gaol. It comes from other regions, the other 99%, and is conveyed by other ministers, these seven years! captive, bound, and double-ironed little sphere mankind was my business, common welfare was charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence! One foot in last year, cistercians cry – hypnotic Wilhelmplatz yawp drum Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! There's no place like London, you will learn – there's a hole in it. Songs without words, sobbed Schumann. Who will buy, my red roses – who bloom for a penny in the Nth Circle of Emerson crackles Machisendersoot – with Haydn skipping rope with Jazz Age impresario Duke Ellington, podcast was coming from Lyndon in a jar from the Blogging of the Presidency through to the Connection, Last. Skip a rope with my love. Skip rope, skip rope, skip rope.

 We are starfish, every one.

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7
A Search for Guidance
Strain is a fundamental engineering phenomena. It exists in all matter at all, times to either to external loads or 2 the weight of. The matter itself strains vary in magnitude from atomic dimensions easily discernible by the naked eye, depending upon the materials and loads involved.
The Strain Gage Primer CC Perry & HR Lissner

This is a chapter on the past, and all of the variations that the past makes. If you get together 5 experts on the civil war in the West, you will have more than that on opinions about the that Sterling Price mounted on Arkansas and Missouri in 1864. Of course, I have more than that just in my family, and the jawing about this particular incidents can last the entire week around Christmas. Some say that the raid began from Arkansas – specifically Camden, on August 28 - others believe it came when he entered Missouri on 13th of September - still others maintain that it was not a raid until all of his forces were gathered in Missouri on, or about, the 19th of that month - and there are at least a couple that say that the date is the 1st full battle in Iron County at Fort Davidson – which would be on 27th September. So you can see how you can get a gathering to become a fight over which they or days that Sterling Price had actually begun the raid.

But everyone agrees that by the beginning of October, he was in command – and it was a cavalry raid. What I know from notes taken by Pennell Pittman, is that things began to go bad when the Confederate force reached Boonville, and they began to fight for the 4th time. Boonville is not much to talk about, there were only a few streets and a few businesses there, and before the October battle, the people were favorable – at least – 2 the Confederate side of the war. But this changed, because Price's men stole everything that they could lay their hands on – and then some. This did 2 things: 1st it turned the civilian populace against Price; it also gave the Union forces time to plan their attack on Boonville – with help from the recently Confederate people. Remember that the difference between soldiers and looters helps change the civilians view on things – Price's troops went from saviors to foes in about 2 days time. Such is the price that Price paid.

After this, while there were some small victories, the main battle was near the town of Westport. There on October 23, the federal fighters – named the “ Army of the Border” - engaged with the main part of general prices forces, and held the defensive for the entire time. Price's response was to retreat through Kansas; with Pleasanton, the Union commander, close behind him. While there were minor skirmishes; at Marais des Cygnes, Mine Creek, Marmiton River and others – the result was all but assured with the defeat at Newtonia. After that, with the federal forces surprising the Confederate cavalry, Price retreated into Cherokee territory.

There are modern answers to the key question of why Price lost, mainly on the rather disorganized nature of his troops; and the inability of using the principles of “compound warfare”. All would agree that too much time was wasted, and too much personal lost during the raid. A few people insist that keeping a large wagon train with his army was also a problem.

Interesting, to me, is Price's March to Mexico, and its result. After 28th October, the remain Confederate forces road south - 1st stopping and Texas, but eventually reaching there final destination in Carlota, Mexico.

While many voices strain to praise the men of Shelby and Price as the “undefeated”, often residing the words:

“I will not be reconstructed, I am better now than then.
And for a I do not give a damn.
So it is forward to the frontier, so as I can go
all fix me up a weapon and start for Mexico.”

(If you are dealing with a real Confederate patriot, they will use 3 syllables not two on Mexico – using Spanish not English pronunciation of the word.)

The few written accounts differ widely from this. 1st of all, while if you cowboys knew Spanish, most of them did not. And there is the small point, that the Confederates knew only basically one way to solve any disagreement – by force. This did not recommend them to the Mexicanos who were there, and were not yet involved in their own civil war. If you read Pennell Pittman's Journal - which is not the most clearly organized view of the universe to be sure – you find the Confederates in a constant state of confusion and discontent. There were fights, both with fists and more than fists, and eventually, most of them decided that they were better off in Missouri then down in Mexico.

Both for the language, and the subtle differences that came out when disputes were involved. The Mexicanos were very formal about rules being broken, but extremely lenient as to the judgments. It was the reverse for the Confederates: there was considerable leniency about whether a rule was broken or not, but once the mechanism was invoked, it should be scrupulously upheld in every case. This was a fundamental disagreement, which neither side would budge upon. There was also a difference in what “white” was – several of the Mexicans viewed themselves as white, though the Confederates saw them as different from the white that they had applied back in the United States. This is a pattern: in fantasy the Confederate forces were God's own heroes, but face-to-face, and in reality, most of them were drunks, liars, and willing to engage in fisticuffs. In other words: they were better in the mind than they were in the flesh.

All of these meant that as Price began to slowly die, the remainder of the Confederates knew that they had to leave. Some under Shelby were forced to when and Emperor Maximilian was executed – in Mexico was engaged in their own civil war.

So, they ended up where they began: in Missouri; speaking English. And in Pennell Pittman's case – realizing that the wife he left was in no way compatible with him. But his way was to keep his mouth shut – and my brother ribs me that this is my way, too. But then he has the perspective on what I did with my 1st marriage – and how I found myself in a thing which was called a 2nd marriage, but was not really.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

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6
On the Laboratories

“The inner contours are circles (spheres in 3 dimensions) because the electrons having these energies have wave numbers that are far removed from the critical values of (18). these electrons, therefore, have the same energy regardless of the direction in which they move within the crystal, not unlike the free-electron case discussed in the preceding chapter.”
Electronic processes in materials Azároff & Brophy

Far removed from it, a fast cosmic moment was coming to pass – though no one knew it the time.Coming creeping into a vast laboratory, with a low ceiling – the 1st thing that I noticed were the black stone tables on oak sides. It had something like a presence, that was different from every room that I had been in. There was only one man in the room, and he was bent over something that I did not recognize – it was gray, light gray, and was cylindrical and long. I had to interrupt him and introduce myself.

When I got 15 feet from him, without looking up, he remarked - without changing his focus on what he was looking at: “If you are not my graduate student, I do not want to hear about it.”

“Must be, came from Drury College.” At this point, he looked up at me, with only a tuft of hair on his sides, all gray – and a little bit shorter than I was, and definitely fatter - with the beginnings of “older” on his face. He was grown into his frame - unlike myself who was still gangly and about 6 feet tall. There was a flash of true intelligence about his gray eyes. He wore blue jeans and a white shirt, with the ubiquitous slide rule in his shirt pocket.

Offering his hand, he gripped it with warmth but with a tight grip. “So, you are the one who I heard all of these could things about. I studied under 2 of your professors.”

“Did not ask anyone to write anything for me.”

“You may not have asked, but several of your professors did it of their own accord. One even used the 'G' word about you. Which is high praise indeed.” By this, I think he meant “genius”, which is never a word that I would use to describe myself.

“Never heard anything like that from any of the professors – at least that I studied with.”

“Of course not, they would only tell other people about your gifts – but never to your own face. I suppose it is a long past gift – to tell other people but not oneself of your abilities.” I took note that, because I wanted to be remembered the same way.

“So where do I start?”

“In the same place you will end up in – calculating skew rays. There is something in the world of physics which does not account for all of the electrons – and you will find when you were looking at for small things, that this becomes important. Memorize these tables and then we will talk about where they should be going – and where they are actually are going.”

“How will this help us with the electron microscope?”

“It will help us be the 1st electron microscope in North America, because everyone afterwards will just use the equations that we set up. Being 1st is virtually the entire scope: being right and 1st. Everyone else will just copy.” I noted that as well, being 1st is everything in science. Not being wrong and first, but being right and first. Then I set my self up on a stool, and proceeded to memorize the entire list of the ways that electrons observed each other, thinking that there had to be some other way. There was, and he physicist at Cornell would publish a series of papers – his name would be Feynman, and he was definitely a theoretical genius.

When the results were tallied, it was judged that we were the 2nd on the North American continent, even though a number of designs in our microscope were not copied from anyone. So I got my MS from Washington University in St. Louis – and was proud of the status - but I could have had more if I had been a little bit more attentive. I would remember the shame of being part of the group which was 2nd, and forgotten.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

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5
Mathematics
A more relevant example is the contradiction right now confronting us – namely the discrepancy between the way we think, and the way Propositional Calculus imitates us. Douglas R Hofstadter Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid

There are several modes of thinking in the great hive mind of elites which I do not think have been captured here.  I am not going to defend these points of view,  merely to describe them accurately -  many of these points view are not actually defensible,  but they still exist, and they often are motivational factors.

The 1st thing that one needs to understand,  is that the elites see each other more than they see followers.  In essence,  while the followers think of people as Republicans and Democrats,  the elites think of them as insiders and outsiders -  and they take the color of the group which they see as "like us".  The moral rules are different from the ethical rules that will be imposed upon them;  in essence they are like a group of chimpanzees:  and the response of chimpanzees that they see is more important than the large number of outsiders who they do not see.

Following from this,  the insiders view themselves as not having to get permission,  only forgiveness. If they have a dictator in hand,  they do not see why they should not crush the dictator -  even if the dictator submitted under internationally recognized laws -  they think of things as "what is to stop them from lynching".  From the outsiders' point of view,  there is a difference -  but it is hard to explain to a group of insiders what that difference is. From the point of view of a group of insiders,  they just need forgiveness, not permission.  Additionally,  once they have permission,  they do not need to submit their reasoning to a more discussion by a group of outsiders. Again,  they only see outsiders occasionally. So what they think of as "noise"  bothers them,  because the insiders do not need to submit to questions.

Again,  from the outside there has  to be a reason;  but to be insiders point of view there only has to be permission.  However,  the insiders do not actually do the work -  they do not,  in the main, program computers or set up human intelligent networks.  This means that a great number of people who are not insiders,  get to see the workings of policy.  And many of them do not actually agree with the insiders' point of view of forgiveness trumps permission -  many of them still think of the world as having an ethical framework.

Thus when,  for example,  Hillary Clinton wants to crush a dictator,  there is no reason on the insiders' point of view,  why she should not do it if she has permission to do so. From the outside edges point of view there are reasons, and when Hillary Clinton runs for president,  these reasons appear as an absence -  people do not want to work for Hillary,  and she loses,  She only dimly understands why this is.

Of course there are differences even among the insiders -  most of them except that permission was given to invade Afghanistan,  but for more of them knew that invading Iraq was not a good idea. They realized that the military forces of the united states,  and allies,  would have to win a victory within a short period of time. If they had seriously asked the military and civilian intelligence forces, they would see that that period of time was less than 2 presidential election cycles -  but they did not ask,  instead they demanded that the military and civilian sources repeated what they wanted to hear.  Anyone else was fired. But there was enough opposition to the invasion of Iraq,  that when victory did not come as quickly as promised,  there were enough of them to raise voices,  and another of them to get these voices covered. So when Libya was enacted on the "forgiveness not permission"  standard,  there were a lot more voices saying that this was not a good idea:  and pointed out the flaw in the idea.

Since we are not insiders,  we tend to think of situations as an ethical framework,  rather than a group of insiders which think of it as a moral framework.  This comes into play, when the core conflict of permission against forgiveness is pointedly defined. Insiders do not think all such considerations as the framework under which dictators surrender,  it simply does not cross their mind -  only outsiders think in those terms.

If you think of this in a logical framework, one can immediately see the difference between forgiveness, which looks backwards, and permission, which looks forwards. Drawing a box, one will immediately understand that an arrow which ask for permission is great deal harder, than 1 which asks for permission. The arrow then becomes a “catastrophe theory” - 1 which occasionally will yield different results depending on whether one asks for permission, rather than forgiveness. 1 can formulate two different results, and formulate them with different logical values – the logical values are the permission vs. forgiveness values – permission has to have a going in value, while the forgiveness only has 2 go out. Each value comes where the action is before or after. Before means that one has 2 have permission, and afterwards needs only forgiveness.

So A ~ B (A permission B) is different A ` B (A forgive B), and these differences can be quantified, with logical operations. We will then call this the difference between pre-operator and post-operative, and the decision on whether the action is on A or B is the key difference. This works out to A ~ B – C, or A - C ` B, depending on whether A has to get B's permission 1st, or can seek forgiveness afterwards. In one case, C is at the mercy of A, whereas in the letter case, B's permission is required.

This has utilization in various forms of logical and physical questions, for example A ~ B can be different in the case of an electron in a carbon atom slipping to the next level, as opposed to A ` B. it is clear that in quantum mechanics A ` B applies, rather than A ~ B – where classical mechanics is the reverse. For physical operations, then, one only needs to find out where quantum mechanics gives way to classical mechanics, and vice versa.

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Heard from a Japanese Officer:
War hasn't worked to Japan's favor. - Hirohito

Friday, December 8, 2017

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4
The Time at the Bus

“According to a general theory advanced by Prince L. d Brolgie, any portion of matter mass m moving with a velocity v of the would have associated with it waves of wavelength … “
Of Electricity Through Gases, Volume 2: Ionization by Collision and the Gaseous Discharge JJ Thompson & GP Thompson

There is something about turning from boy to man, that captures in its teeth the essence of defeat and victory. Graduate high school: I was easily one of the brightest in my class – though I read extremely slowly. I did not know it at the time, but I was dyslexic – I only thought that the books that were piled around the classroom did not interest me, except science books – particularly optics. The way in which not just light but all forms of wavelengths altered their path in response to different materials fascinated me. Thus I devoured everything that I could on the subject, including one by the name of Röntgen, who discovered a wavelength of light which was much shorter than visible light. Then I read about work by John Fleming – who discovered that x-rays could be refracted by gas – and read cover to cover the book by the father and son team William Henry Bragg and William Lawrence Bragg. In this day said that an x-ray microscope could not be built, because it would be a mile long because of the inability of x-rays to different on lesser scales – this was the prediction as of 1917, year after I was born. This puzzled me, but I did not have an idea on what to do. But I filed it away, because there had to be a solution – even if I did not know what it was.

Now in the county, there was at the time only one college – and it was called Drury. The people who ran were very strict, but since I was not interested in women at the time – electromagnetic radiation fascinated me much more – I did not get into any trouble. My older brother was interested in languages – and spoke at least 12, including Hebrew. This got me into difficulty, because I was confused with him on at least one occasion on a distant conference – they had heard of the language specialist, and assumed that I was it. In actuality, I only spoke a bit of German – so as to read the papers which were published there. If was the early years of the 20th century, and German was the language to speak if one wanted the most up to date scientific discoveries. So I went to a conference – and had to tell the people who ran it, that I was in no way as gifted in linguistics. At 1st they did not believe me, but later on they finally accepted. I slipped out, embarrassed by my lack of knowledge, and went back to the science studies – where my professors knew that I was extraordinary in almost any field. But in the back of my mind, I was still embarrassed at not having my brothers gifts, including writing poetry in several different languages.

1 day I was studying electron microscopy, and found that there was a program at Washington University to actually construct one – which had never been done in North America before. So I applied for it - not thinking about whether I would get in or not. But it was the only program which I wanted to apply to, and did not bother with any other university. My fate was in the hands of the committee which studied the applications. Surprisingly, I was accepted – little did I realize that four of my professors wrote glowing reviews, and submitted them in secret. It was a surprise when they accepted the right away – I did not realize that getting a degree in biology, chemistry, and physics was such a large deal. But other people did.

The was no train for passengers at the time between Springfield and St. Louis – only a bus. When I got on the bus was completely filled, with only a few seats remaining. I got on, and was immediately told that I had to sit in the front seats – but there were none left. “That is all right, I will not tell anyone if you do not. And anyway there are no more front seats available.” the driver grumbled, but waved his hand to let me sit here I wanted – it was unimaginable to him that a white person wanted to sit where there were black people. It did not matter to me, after all “the front half of the bus is going the same way as the back half of the bus.”

The stars came beaming amidst the rumbling clouds, and then where swallow up by the mist and low rumbling stratus clouds. At that point, I looked beside me - and immediately, the man next to me – who was as black as the ace of spades – picked up his books, one of which I recognized.

“That is interesting, I did not know that anyone else wanted to read Conduction of Electricity through Gases other than myself.” There were only a few books in my trunk, and that was one of them.

He replied: “I have been reading it for 6 months, and only an now getting good with the subject.” At that point from Springfield to St. Louis we were engaged in a detailed conversation about electricity, I found him very knowledgeable – and I hoped he found me at least intelligible. It went this way through the dark of the night, and we were talking still as St. Louis came in to view. It was still daybreak, and we got off at the bus station. He turned away from me, and I asked him where he was going. “You do not know about large cities do you?”

“What is there to know?” I looked at him with a query on my face.

“Around here, if you are different, the police will harass you,” was the reply.

“What do you mean by different?”

“I mean Negro. Which God decided when I came into the world. Were not liked in most parts of the city, just a few places where we are allowed to go.”

“What about that dinner, over there?” Pointing to a rundown place near the bus station.

Looking at the diner, and shrugged. “Later I need to be near the Ville neighborhood, otherwise they will ask you whether I am bothering you. Suppose we could go there for a while...”

“Would like that, to continue our conversation about electricity.” We stayed in the diner for at least 4 hours, talking about physics. I learned, then, that he was not allowed to graduate high school, let alone entering college.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Stone South Wind - 3

3
Civil Wars Becomes One

“When a being of x-rays passes through matter certain proportion is scattered in all directions. The wavelength of this scattered radiation me be the same as that of the original beam or it may be longer, but in any case it varies continuously with that of the, primary and so is sharply distinguished from the characteristic radiation which may accompany it.”

Of Electricity Through Gases, Volume 2: Ionization by Collision and the Gaseous Discharge JJ Thompson & GP Thompson

Then what happened was a war – or perhaps several wars together which enter mingled with divine righteousness, as if truth was marching on. Stirling Pittman, who had come to live with his sons, had one commandment about the war: there was to be no talking about it, because different boys were on different sides of it. Moreover, the only time they were together was Christmas, and there would be no upsetting the Mother on that day. Not that she observed it, but it was time where all were together. The elder boy went to General Fremont; who in 1856 was the 1st Republican candidate, and sided with the Union; two of the younger were for Sterling Price – including Pennell,- originally wanted to keep the state of Missouri neutral. But that increasingly was a problem – and finally General Price decided to join the Confederacy, hoping that that would keep Missouri neutral. Some of the Cherokee sided with him – again to keep their nation out of the war. The second older one change his name from “Stirling” to “Sterling”, to show support for his leader – and so began a tradition. That to was not a topic of conversation at the farm.

It was 1862, before the battle of Antietam, when all was not lost, and Robert E Lee had not had a stirring tied of victories afterwards. However, beyond the confines of the dinner table – outside in the warm night air, be oldest brother spoke to Penell Pittman by a dim ghastly lantern:

“You know that your cause is hopeless.” He searched his younger brother for some sign as to what he believed in, but there was no clue. But then it might have just been the moonlight which shrouded it.

“We shall see about that, we still have armies in the field – and so far you have not been doing well.”

This was before every Southern boy could lay out his version of Pickett's charge – because that lay in the distance, when Gettysburg was fought and one in reality – but ever afterwards it could be fought in the minds of young boys ever afterwards. You can read about it in Intruders In The Dust by Faulkner if you want. Then everything would be just where the lines converged on Gettysburg, when the war was still in doubt – and every Southern boy could dream that wildest dream of the South winning the war.

“It is only a matter of time.” The older brother looked around to make sure that no one would be listening. But there were only hollows among the trees, which whispered nothings. Then a frog started to ribbit – but nothing more.

“There are 3 moments: one where England and France come in on the Confederate side, the 2nd is when the Confederacy shames your best general, and the 3rd is when the union missed manages the war, and we will have 1864.” The younger brother looked deeply in to the older brothers eyes with a particular intensity. And intensity which he would never look the same way.

“How does that help?” - that was after a long minute.

“Because in 1864 you will elect a different president, one who will be more disposed to signing a peace treaty. I think that the best chance would be General McClellan, on the Democratic ticket. There are a lot of people who think he is itching to run, already.”

“Then the Union, will pull the other hand from behind our backs, and are full might will be upon you before he is inaugurated come March. The Union will not be dissolved, and we will not feel anymore more.” The older brother became angry.

“We shall see about that – you may be right in that the 1st hurdle has been passed. But there is still the problem of the Confederate Army coming north, and whipping you on your own ground.”
“Just need to find a general. Then he will hammer you until you think you are in the Valley of the shadow of death.” Countered the older brother.

“You have not yet so far, and it may be that Marsh Robert may be the only one. It is what I believe. And you half believe it, too.”

“And you are betting on that?”

“It seems like it has a 50/50 bet from this side.” And he gave a smiling smirk, as if to congratulate himself on his logic.

“And what if that is wrong?” the older brother looked away, and thought he saw someone inching up in the distance.

“Then we delay, until eternity sets in - and the niggers will find out just what a mean bunch of people we are. The people of the South will rise up.”

“But Negroes are people, too.” The older brother looked down, as if some sort of shame overtook him, as if he did not really believe that.

“That is what the war will decide, you say they are, we say they are not – and it will be God's will. And I do not know about you, but I have not talked to God, recently.”

“And you are willing to take that bet?”

“Are you?”

“God is on my side. Not yours.”

“Everyone thinks that, but only one will be right.When I look at the nigger people, I see sub-human” It was at that point that the older brother started to wretch. It was at that point he knew that this proposition was wrong, there were only one kind of people in the world.

At least this was the story as grandmother related it to me, and she had heard it from the youngest brother, who actually was listening on the breeze – the older brother had been right in thinking there was someone listening. It was at that point that I made up my mind, to change my name from “Sterling” back to “Stirling”. And one day during World War II, I tried to do so – but the name did not stick, and I was “Sterling” for the rest of my life – is only a few pages which told a different story. My grandson changed his name to “Stirling. Perhaps then The Civil War will be over, who is to say?

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

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2
My Trip to Mexico

“Let us now suppose that the temperature of figure 10-4(b) is above the critical point (L = A) of A, but below the critical points of B and C. then be turned a liquid-vapor surfaces will not reach the pure A corner, and a section such as A appears as in figure 10-7. at some point such as K, there will be the critical identity of tertiary L and V phases, and the curve generated by such points is the ternary critical curve, running from the AC face to the AB face, for the specified temperature of the P/c prism.”

The Phase Rule and Heterogenous Equilibrium Ricci

One can never forget certain times, because they leave a memory that cannot fade or wrinkle. When I was 16, and the great depression still had ways to go – it was 1932, Hoover was President, and he did not know what to do. In the same way, many people did not know what to do with themselves either. It was June, and I decided that I needed to get a job – any job – to make ends meet. I could see full well there was nothing in the cupboard, and what is more there was not going to be for a while. The only thing I had were two pairs of dungarees, a horse, and a pistol. So I told my mother – because my father would completely refuse – and said I was going off to Texas, and try my luck at punching cattle. She was forlorn, but put on a good face – and told me that she would have something special when, and if, I came back. I had a good idea what she meant, but was not sure that I would be the right person.

In town, that would be Columbia Missourah, I met a man who said he was looking for people to go down to Mexico, there to round up a herd and bring it North. Having no other option, I signed on board. Little did I know that there was one rule which would stick in my craw – that was the rule that whoever complained about the food, would cook tomorrow's meals. After a week's worth of riding, I was selected as the least-worst cook among the group. And so, everybody else ate, while I cooked. After 2 weeks of this, I had had enough – and made beans, but with a whole mess of salt. glorious salt. And we did for the other hands to chow down, giggling under my breath as I did so. The 1st hand scooped up a fistful of beans, and shouted: “These stand beans there is so much salt in them.” Already I had taken off the cooks robe, when he amended his statement to say: “ that is just the way I love them!” Exclamation point duly inserted. We looked over to the boss, and he motioned that I should keep the cook's mantelpiece. With the scowl on my face, I complied, though not willingly.
Try as I might, appointment as the cook awaited.

On the way was the way down to Texas, and on the way there, in the evening when we played cards – poker, of course, Another hand – big tall and ornery - tried to misdeal. Now remember I am just over 6 feet, and he was taller than that. As for the misdeal – misdeal this was a sin of all sins, because it was a form of cheating, a matter of stealing. In this case, the man to the right had not been given a chance to cut the cards – which it as everyone knew, probably meant that the dealer was deliberately trying to defraud the rest of the players. Several laws hold out our pistols – perhaps I was the 1st - and it looked like a fight was going to happen. But the dealer pulled his own pistol, and slowly backed away until he disappeared into the stars. It was already cold, because we were in the high country in New Mexico.

On the way back, I tossed and turned – and then awoke. It was still nightfall, and very clear. The moon cupped on the low western horizon. Something was amiss, but I did not know what it was. The campfire was slowly burning out, and then I saw a figure on the distance – reached for my pistol, and shot – about 40 yards. I do not know whether it was a lucky shot, or whether I had the gift. Suddenly the figure collapsed, and died quickly. You could tell he died by the way he clenched. I did not look as to who it was in the dark.

Morning came - it turned out that the man who had missed out the cards had come back again, to finish what he had started. Apparently, I was the 1st person on his list, a rather long list. But that was expected, he was a mean sort of person – and this was not the 1st time that he wanted revenge. Everyone clapped my back, and told me how I had done a good deed – but it did not feel so at the time. We buried him, among the cactus and dirt, and then went on our way
When I came back I was asked if anything happened, and I told everyone “No”. But there was a notch in my saddle, which was not there before. There are some things which your family does not want to know. Or so you think.


A fortnight later, my mother took me to the storm cellar – it was quiet and a gloomy wave of black was coming. What she showed me the 4 winds made from igneous rock, and said to me: “I know your 1st brother should have these – because he is older. But he is not the right person to have them. He drinks, he carouse, and he plays chess. He says he is going to rate the great American novel, and there are times which other people believe him. But I do not, all I see is a good provider and nothing more. You should be the one who takes charge of these things, because you understand that they are not yours – but a gift from your ancestors, to be given to your descendants.” So that is how I as the 2nd son gained the 4 winds, each about a foot high. Somehow she knew that I would take care of them, as I took care of my self on the ride to Mexico. I did not know how she knew, or even if she knew, but there was a sense of a premonition.