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In case we meet again

Something I was thinking of writing
to you on this occasion,
not an occasion of significance for you
but nevertheless an occasion.

And I want no response from you
so please do not feel stressed
that we parted and we met
as I still see the palaces and the rest

It's that here and there I think of you
and know though you avoid my glance
that there is a place where I still go
and conjure you to dance

so if by tree or stone you find
me by chance, in too close a place
know that still I can recall
the beauty of your grace.

Sometimes, more oft of late it seems
my heart gives up the fight and
my sweet thoughts and warm dreams
give way to a clear but colder light.

Yet still I consider that many harsh words
with their warmth do not seem unright
moreover my mind is quit adept at
making what's clearly wrong quite right

If I wonder what really happened
to my dreams and to my soul
I'll answer something quickly
although I really do not know

Then wehn I'm not so weary
I may just answer back
it's not what the future holds
but what the present lacks

for here I am not knowing
who or what I am
and my imagination throws me
a view of just a little man

Sounds familiar?

I tell you truly, your body was made not only to breathe, and eat, and think, but it was also made to enter the Holy Stream of Life. And your ears were made not only to hear the words of men, the song of birds, and the music of falling rain, but they were also made to hear the Holy Stream of Sound. And your eyes were made not only to see the rising and setting of the sun, the ripple of sheaves of grain, and the words of the Holy Scrolls, but they were also made to see the Holy Stream of Light. One day your body will return to the Earthly Mother; even also your ears and your eyes. But the Holy Stream of Life, the Holy Stream of Sound, and the Holy Stream of Light, these were never born, and can never die. Enter the Holy Streams, even that Life, that Sound, and that Light which gave you birth; that you may reach the kingdom of the Heavenly Father and become one with him even as the river empties into the far-distant sea.

More than this cannot be told, for the Holy Streams will take you to that place where words are no more, and even the Holy Scrolls cannot record the mysteries therein.
http://www.essene.com/GospelOfPeace/peace1.html

Could do with amending.

Then there's

Biogenic living

Szekely classified foods into four categories, depending on their qualities and what they contributed to one's health:

Biogenic: life renewing - germinated cereal seeds, nuts; sprouted baby greens.
Bioactive: life sustaining - organic, natural vegetables, fruit.
Biostatic: life slowing - cooked, stale foods (but legumes must be cooked after sprouting first).
Biocidic: life destroying - processed, irradiated foods and drinks.

The daily diet should consist of 25% biogenic foods, 50% bioactive foods, and 25% biostatic. No biocidic foods should be consumed.

Biogenic living also includes meditation, simple living, and respect for the earth in all its forms.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Essene_Gospel_of_Peace#The_Essene_Gospel_of_John

Make composite the above and the three food Gunas and Divine Light Mission

Imagine you walk into a room of 22 people, none of whom have a birthday in common. The chances you'll have a unique birthday feel pretty high - there are only 22 days taken by the others, and 343 days free, so you'd fancy your chances that no-one shares your birthday.

This may be one reason the birthday paradox feels counter-intuitive. We tend to view problems like this from our own individual perspective, and for any individual the chances of sharing a birthday are low.

But let's work out the probability that everyone in that group of 23 has a unique birthday.

For person 1, the chances are 100% because every date is clear. For person two, there's one day they would share with person 1, but the other 364 are clear, so their chance of a unique birthday is 364/365. For person 3 it's 363/365, and so on through to person 23, whose probability of having a unique birthday is 343/365.

To find the probability of everyone in the group having unique birthdays, we multiply all those 23 probabilities together, and if we do we end up with a probability of 0.491.

The probability that a birthday is shared is therefore 1 - 0.491, which comes to 0.509, or 50.9%.

But if that is the probability that any two people in a group will share a birthday, what about the probability that you will share a birthday with at least one other person in a group? For that to be greater than 50%, you'd need to have a group of 253 people.

Sitting by a wood fire having just eaten some oats and apple I have the space to write of what I think as the beans cook and the rain drifts.

One small being in a human dominated landscape

With all the demands on those I am close to, I am told I will be alone, and here I am!

Hardy a soul wouldst visit, and others will call to have their trinkets sorted, or as nepotistic duty binds: Ah! hear the phone as I write.

Here the mind pulls on my brain to fathom seemingly important queries, although I know they are trifle only to be gorged by those already bursting with insatiable vacancy.

Are men are pretty useless and should die or are all beings equal and should be fed?

Human, being, animal, machine, food, opportunity, strength (size, number, intelligence), art, AI

Should the right to food exist for all preceding elements, then just as a machine needs fuel so an artificial intelligence may deem it food. So should we fed the Matrix, and if the Matrix has a right to live, what use then is woman also: forgo the man ~ forget the woman.

That we consider the rights and wrongs of human endeavour and consumption is arguably not something the Matrix would consider other than as fuel and efficiency, and society agrees. Society feeds those that support it. In the short term it is arguable that parents only feed their children until they can feed them selves and add to general benevolent running of the family machine.

There are preferences, but with billions of billions all striving to consume to grow and only one universal resource to feed upon, each being the others meal, there is no right to food.

Then wherein wouldst thee dwell if not this matrix of devouring gore, this womb of consumption.