why do our lives flash before our eyes just before we die?
Heard and read a lot of theories on this. Here’s mine. I have no offer of proof, just logic, perhaps. It’s a theory, anyway, and I can’t disprove it either. Like Einstein said about non-locality, which he called “Spooky Action at a Distance,”
“I don’t like it, but I can’t disprove it.”
If you’ve read about the zinc flash spark of life supposedly documented, recorded, even photographed, filmed, at the moment of conception when the sperm contacts, penetrates, enters, fertilizes the egg, thus conceiving a human embryo, and consider that that might suggest that conception is truly the beginning of life, it’s not too far a leap to say that when that spark goes out is the moment of death. Exactly such has been suggested by scientists, theologians and philosophers on hearing the zinc flash news in the Spring of 2016.
Further to that, because of the physical law of conservation of energy and matter, some now believe that our consciousness, whatever that electrical existence that spark represents and administers or harbors or hosts might well be conserved in some form as it merges into the great universal consciousness, or maybe just into the drapes or behind the couch with the dust bunnies. Who knows?
My thought now is that perhaps the reason for the rapid encore performance of every little and or great thing of our life’s memory bank flooding our attention in perhaps the briefest of time spans possible is
so our entire human experience is then in our conscious memory, not unlike the available random access memory of a powerful computer, and by bringing it all to center stage in one final bow, we might add our entire life experience to the great consciousness
of whatever this thing we live in really is.
I mean, could be? Maybe? Just thinkin’.
Lemmee know what YOU think.
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Nearly half of American households have landlines today.
So? Landlines are old age technology. Telephone companies no longer even build new switching facilities, and the switches themselves are no long even made.
So what? Here’s what. Landlines used to be a crucial part of our nation’s infrastructure. There were telephone directories that were all under one umbrella, an information source to go to to get ahold of nearly everyone in America.
Now? Many people don’t even know their OWN cell phone numbers, let alone anyone else’s, even their relatives and closest friends. We point and click to contact people.
And the landlines remaining? Most of the calls I receive and this seems to be the case with most of the people I know, are robocalls, recorded sales pitches and scams, or old-fashioned sales pitches with a human on the other end, some unfortunate person who needs the job and we feel sorry about hanging up on, either that, more and more often, they are from people with strange accents and a couple of English lessons under their belts, and who the hell buys anything from THEM? No one.
But what we’re really buying and encouraging or if not encouraging, allowing, to happen is the erosion of one of our country’s vital communications networks, people talking with real people that they know and trust.
Not too far a stretch to think that no one has ever made a sale from those far off incomprehensible boiler rooms and that perhaps the real reason they are calling is to further deteriorate America’s landline network value, until it is as worthless as an old fashioned AM car radio.
Anyone got a phone number for ISIS?
The reason I can make most people laugh as I really tend to realize what it is that does make them laugh and I get to the middle level and an approach that they can relate to…
comedy like any kind of diplomacy, persuasive art is really all about what you don’t say and how you say it as opposed to what you say.
As a society we are in the most unique position of all times in that children have their parents with them until they are of retirement age and have grandchildren and great-grandchildren get to know not only their own parents sometimes but also their grandparents and their great-grandparents. But we still have the stupid f****** problem that Daddy’s pull their dicks out and run away and the kids never know who to send a card to on Father’s Day
Get your dart guns and spit balls out folks, for the first presidential debate of 2016. Write in Curly.
Why I fish
I fish for recreation and fun I like to be on the water I like to try to catch fish I like to talk to other fishermen I like people who fish they usually have a great sense of humor and they’re usually really nice.
I fish when I’m burned out and tired of the world and can’t handle it…
I fish when I’m super hyper and I need to clear my mind and wind down.
I fish when I’m happy. It’s a celebration of life.
I fish when I’m sad. It always cheers me up.
I fish when I’m bored.
I fish when I don’t have any other commitments and it’s a nice day weather wise.
I fish when I want some real fresh fish which is just about all the time.
I fish when I miss you, when I had the glorious luxury and good fortune to be able to roll over in bed and whisper in your ear, would you mind if I went fishing this morning? sometimes you would answer with a gentle no go ahead that’s alright. Sometimes you would roll over halfway to face me and say something like “of course I wouldn’t mind, but first…” And for a while no words would be spoken and later on I would be the happiest fisherman the luckiest fisherman in the world.
And I fish when I’m lonely. And I fish a lot.
i like people who don’t get their butts all twisted up if my socks don’t match but they’re the same color and you can’t tell unless they’re really looking close. what the fuck you looking at my socks for? you can’t be more interested if my fly’s open?
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when you’re too tired to cook and feel like you’ve been tied to the whipping post…
to be con t in ueeeeedddd…..
to be continued…
The Story of Chicken Little
Click on the dialogue for audio.
- Chicken Little
- Henny Penny
- Ducky Lucky
- Goosey Loosey
- Turkey Lurkey
- Villain: Foxy Loxy
Henny Penny: “Where are you going, Chicken Little?”
Chicken Little: “Oh, help! The sky is falling!”
Henny Penny: “How do you know?”
Ducky Lucky: “How do you know?”
Ducky Lucky: “Oh dear, oh dear! We’d better run!”
Goosey Loosey “Hello there. Where are you all going in such a hurry?”
Chicken Little: “We’re running for our lives!”
Henny Penny: “The sky is falling!”
Ducky Lucky: “And we’re running to tell the king!”
Goosey Loosey: “How do you know the sky is falling?”
Goosey Loosey: “Goodness! Then I’d better run with you.”
Chicken Little: “Help! Help!”
Henny Penny: “We’re running for our lives!”
Ducky Lucky: “The sky is falling!”
Goosey Loosey: “And we’re running to tell the king!”
Turkey Lurkey: “How do you know the sky is falling?”
Foxy Loxy: “How do you know the sky is falling?”
Narrator: So Foxy Loxy led Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey, and Turkey Lurkey across a field and through the woods. He led them straight to his den, and they never saw the king to tell him that the sky is falling.
So, my son has a paper plate half on top of the keyboard, got a congealed lump of store brand sugar salt fat and potato whitener, a fork and some ham and cheese rolled up.
I look at the latter and say, that’d be better if I rolled it up in a flounder fillet.
This deal done, I grab a slab of the tender flatfish no bones about it, unroll his ham and cheese, lay it on the dead fish flesh, roll it all back up and think, “damn, no toothpick,” so a couple pieces of pre-cooked zap me bacon serve as pig bondage gear and I smear a little olive oil and a smithereened garlic clove in a pan, heat that up over a low gas flame, place the newly rolled concoction gently in and move it around like a kid races a HotWheels car coming to a stop sign to get it lubed, put a lid on it, and then?
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Great googly moogly, damn good. Or in my sons words, when I ask how was it, with an,
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