If the Heavens are numbered 1, 2 and 3 How, if there even be a possibility, did Lucifer fall to Earth from within Heaven 3 to within Heaven 2 to within Heaven 1? The Big Bang theory? http://clarkscience8.weebly.com/uploads/2/6/3/7/2637711/milky-way-galaxy_orig.jpg
The odds of Earth being created by the Big Bang theory is smaller than the odds of an 'angel' landing on Earth from Heaven 3. Talk about trying to find a needle in a haystack in barn yard full of loose, untwined hay. How difficult is it to find a needle in twined hay stack? Not too difficult if you got Airport Scanner technology.. They find tips of pens loosed on the bottom of bags, now days. 'Sorry, you'll have to check these in'. 'But it doesn't even work'. 'Sorry. It's the rules'. Is it 'it's' the rules or 'it're' the rules? I always tend to be stop and ponder that sentence every time it is said. 'Sorry, ma'am, it's the rules'. Her eyes froze. She looked into his and became speechless. Perhaps the Airport check person thought she had the hots for him.. He gazed back and let out a coy smile. All of a sudden he was beginning to become more 'nice'. 'Um', she replied. 'What do you mean'? 'It's the rules', he replied again. 'You have to check them in'. 'Oh. okay. That's right. It's the rules'. His gazed froze and he looked into her eyes. She looked back. His eyes had a bit of bewilderment as if wondering, why am I gazing into this stranger's eyes? 'Oh. okay', she said. 'I guess I'll just dispose of them, if possible'. The Airport check in person shook off that daze and with a bit more anger and frustration, disposed of the pen tips.. 'Thank you', she replied as she gathered her things and headed into the Terminal. The other attendants there stood with a laughing heart as they watched the whole scene. It must be similar all the time. Faintly she thought she heard one of them say, 'maybe she had the hots for you', but moved faster away and with more relief joyfulness knowing she would be arriving at the arrival airport soon. As she got to the Gate seats, she sat down. She was a bit 'taken' by that small incident. She sat there and pondered. 'How could this be? Why would I be so taken by such a small event? After all, my girlfriend is all I need in my life right now', she thought to herself. She opened up her small bag she was going to carry onto the airplane. But the thought still lingered. 'What if', she thought. She shrugged off any ideas of getting hatched with an Airport Attendant. After all, she wouldn't know the first thing to do? Would she wait around until his shift was over? Would she slip him a note with a phone number? What would she do, even if she was interested? She looked back to the check in point. She couldn't see it, but in her mind the scene was becoming a blur.
Hours later, she arrived. The air was what she was accustomed to. She was in many different air climates. Some dry, others dark, still others hot and dense. She was a traveler, mostly Interstates. Not too much International traveling for her. She remained within the Country's borders unless absolutely needed. Her girlfriend was unable to meet her at the airport. She was a bit too tired and needed to stay in and it was okay. She knew how to get home. But it would have been nice if she was greeted by her love. After all, isn't that what all who were in love did at Airports? Meet one another? In fact, that first glance, that first hug, that first 'welcome back'... Oh that sweet sense of welcome.. But she was going to be without it this time. Her girlfriend needed rest. And it was okay. If love is a 2 way street, this was her way of showing love. To not complain that she didn't receive any. The taxi ride to the residence didn't take too long. Nor was it short. Enough to put a receipt into the purse. She entered into the lobby, and headed to her floor. The elevator was polished, she could see. 'Nice job', she said to herself as she was going up and put a thumb's up to the camera that was in the cabin. As she got out of the elevator and headed down the hall to her unit, her keys dropped. She bent down to pick them up and all of a sudden she saw the faces of the Airport Attendants in her mind's recollection. Of how they were smiling at her while her and the other Attendant's eyes were locked, seemed as if only for a moment but still a bit too long for her ease. She wondered what it all could have meant, what it could mean. Would she need to begin seeing a Psychiatrist? Was her hormones beginning to play tricks on her? She opened her front door and life resumed as how it was.
Her and her girlfriend were together for only several years. They didn't meet at the Airport. In fact they met at a Taxi Stand. They were both tagging a taxi down when one of them accidentally overstepped the curb, fell and broke one of her heels. That was the incident that had them together for several years. Before they got together, they were, as it were, the same, a bit more not attached, and a bit more lazier. Her girlfriend was not the type anyone would have thought her to be with. In fact she was almost not even attractive enough for any eyes to see her as a romantic object. She was more of a homely girl. Not too much of any pazzaz but still a lady. She was not trying to hide herself under a guise or heavy camouflage. The first several times they went out, it was more of an intellectual thing. A lot more than a physical thing. She found this a twist in her life. She never did find someone who was as intellectually minded as herself. All the others before her were more on the platonic or physical levels. But this one had certain qualities that she found rare and so she thought that having it would be profitable, somehow.
The girlfriend didn't seem to mind this kind of attitude in her. In fact, it seemed as if she was used to it. It was as if it was 'take it or leave it but don't waste too much time deciding' kind of thing with her. And so she took it. And they've been together for several years now.
'How was the trip', she asked. 'Just a nightmare', she responded back. 'The first day I got there, a dog almost bit me', she exclaimed. 'Yeah, a dog almost bit me'. She laughed. She poured a Vodka Martini for her self and brought another for her girlfriend. They sat there on the couch refreshing themselves for a moment on the iced Vodka Martini.
The unit they lived in was considered to be a Condominium but it had a carpeted walled Apartment feel to it. It was not like a Spacious Condominium but like a cramped Apartment with carpeted walls. It was a 2 bedroom, 1 bath. Living Area, separated Dining Area, hallway, bathroom, and a carpeted wall feel. The price seemed okay given the neighborhood they were living in, but to keep the place, a paycheck, a job, was definitely going to be needing to be kept.
She had to go into work the next day, and she didn't mind. In fact, she enjoyed being outdoors, being here, being there, flying here, flying there. It made her to feel 'needed'. And she didn't mind being 'needed'. In fact, she was not a person who had low thoughts of herself and so why wouldn't she be needed? She learned in school the value of self worth. She began learning in Grade school when her parents would ask her to do certain things around the home. Of course she wasn't the perfect angel everyone said she was and of course her mother often taught her the meaning of worth; self worth, and she relished those conversations deep within her soul. It was as 'food' for her soul. And these small bits, or large portions, of food kept her alert every time she was asked to do something, all throughout her school career. And after she graduated, she used all those bits and morsels she collected to earn herself a well paying job to continue on the path of worth; self worth and worth towards others.
- What shall I say? Shall I say I shall love thee better, if God shall choose, after death? Or shall I say that I shall love thee with the tears of all my life? Her alarm clock rang at the time it was set. 5 minutes before the toast popped. 'Mmm. Mmm. Breakfast', she anticipated.
She was off to work. Her day was beginning afresh as each Day is afresh. The day seemed like it was going to be a good one. She didn't enjoy driving and so never really bought a car. Rather, she opted for a discounted Taxi program that the taxi cab offered. She was on their Gold Member Accounts. As she got into the Taxi, she saw this on the back of the cab seat. She thought it was Monet but to be sure she had to check. Her phone allowed for her to do so and sure enough, it was a Monet replication.
As the cab driver drove her to work, she needed to get things prioritized in her mind. First thing, papers. Second thing, doors. Third thing, out the door. She got it back.. She was ready.
Oh, the job and the City. So many things in such a small place. How could it even be a possibility??? From where did such a small City get so many things needing to get done, and on a daily basis, to boot? Well, the day needed to begin and as she entered into the front doors, her daily work day was greeted by the clean smell of a freshly cleaned building. Daily, things were done. Daily.
There are certain places I've been where Commonality was common. And then there were places where Commonality didn't seem so important. A residential unit where many share common commonalities should be dealt with on the common level. And within each place, the level of Commonality is different. Some are higher. Others not very high. But still, given a residential unit where many others might be in their well to dos, in their own self worth, it is strange how some seem to get away with such, certain non standard Commonalities. Perhaps it's preferential treatment. - What shall I say? Shall I say I shall love thee better, if God shall choose, after death? Or shall I say that I shall love thee with the tears of all my life? My soul can reach when feeling out of sight. Let me count the ways..... .. to the depth and breadth and height... every day’s - .. - and ideal grace.. In sun and candle-light. freely for right .
Don't talk about Politics Off that windy bay wharf, where old poets speak to lost walkers, you dove into aporia Morality the highest myth dreaming conquered by Capital shelter replaced by property the immaterial, theft by sophistry a bay carved from jade, crescent moon. horizon cradling distant storms waves upon waves accelerating towards the shore. Written by the isolate slow faults New Zealand But rather of: MARRIAGE DISPARAGE Who to talk too? You? Should be able too; Wow. We took vows. As I fear mortality You call out morality. Yow. Wrong somehow. We need to weather Somehow stay together How, me and thou? Written by James Floss 60/M/Freshwater, CA
As she exited the cab, the driver ran her Golden Member card through the cab machine. She exited and stepped onto the curb. She knew this area. She knew all the areas in the city she lived in. Down the street was the Laundry Facility that catered mostly to heavy material, and up the block was the Hugo Sandwich shop. She wasn't there to have dry cleaning nor to pick up a Deli Sandwich. She was there to visit that one particular shop. Within that shop were all sorts of exquisite jewelry. Some not as high end as others, but some.. If Harry Winston were around, he might be impressed by some of these side street jewels. She buzzed the door. From within a male unlocked the door and allowed her in. 'Hello, again', he said, as he extended his arm to show her the way in. 'Hi', she replied. 'I'm sure you got the memo as to why I'm here, am I right'? 'Yes, of course. Your boss phoned me and let me know you were on your way. Please, right this way', he showed. As they entered into the side of the room, he looked to see if the camera was still running. 'Here, please have a seat', he said. She took the seat, thanked him and waited to see what her boss wanted her to inspect. He went to the rear, pulled open a drawer, took out a case, and brought it to her. 'Here. Would you mind taking a look at this', he asked. He opened the lid and inside was a necklace, a 5 tiered necklace. 'Strange', she thought. 'What is he doing with a 5 tiered necklace'? But nonetheless, she looked up and asked what it was that she should be looking at or for. 'What is your opinion on this piece', he asked? 'Well', she said. 'My opinion is that it is a rather nice. May i ask who designed it', she replied. 'Oh, the jeweler designer's name is not a very known one. In fact not many have even heard of her. But just in case you might have, her name is Priscilla Duemer'. She thought for a moment. Priscilla Duemer. How odd. She didn't recollect any Priscilla in her last 15 years of life. The last Priscilla she knew was the teacher in College whose name was Mrs. Priscilla. 'Sorry', she said. 'You're right. I don't know her but what was it again that you wanted me to look at'? He took the piece from out of the case and turned it around. 'This is what I would like for you to look at'. She looked at the back and immediately she knew what he was referring to. The signature stamp was missing.
Well of course, the Jeweler didn't need a second opinion as to the validity of the necklace. But nonetheless, she took out her inspecting monocle. 'I see' she said. 'The stones are a bit faded and the metal seems a bit.....wait one moment', she said. She excused her self got up and retrieved a booklet from out of her attache case. She opened it up to a certain section as if she knew exactly where the page was and what was on the page. She brought the picture closer to the necklace and did a side by side comparison. The man looked on and also was nodding his head. Even he was seeing the difference. The necklace piece itself was fashioned after the Victorian 5 tiered necklace. But Priscilla Duemer's piece was not quite in correct alignments. Although each Jeweler designs according to their own liking and tastes, they oftentimes have a certain 'style' they like to stay within and for this piece to be in a somewhat very similar line with Victorian 5 tiered necklaces, it seemed odd that proper honoring to the originals were not given. 'Well', she said, 'although this piece is very nice, I'm not sure what it is that you would like for me to do'. 'I just wanted an opinion', he replied. She thought, is this it? 'So, is there anything else I can do for you', she asked. 'No, no there isn't, but thank you for coming by'. 'Sure. Not a problem'. As she left the office, she reached into her pocket and dialed the cab on speed dial. She gave the address from where to be picked up and received and estimated time of arrival. She wasn't going to wait for too long. There was one nearby.
'Mademoiselle, would you like a cup of tea while you wait', the store representative asked. A Boutique opened up and the newly arriving were dressed as if it was Paris. As the ladies sat and looked around, the Boutique owner was quite impressed and happy with the turn out. 'Ladies', he yelled over the lounge cushed seats. 'Please, allow a few minutes and please do not hesitate to ask for the hors d'oeuvres'. He waved to the attendants and they began making their rounds. This new Boutique was not as the traditional High End Boutiques. No.. It didn't even really show case any couture apparel nor were displaying any couture designers. No. This Boutique was different. Although there were no Couture, the ladies there seemed to think as if they were traveling abroad with their purses and lined throw arounds. Their hairs neatly pinned underneath their peacocked headwear. But the owner just loved this kind of stuff. He ate this stuff up like it was chocolate to a chocolate barrel.
One of the dishes of the Hors d'oeuvres was Crepe a la Asparagus. The women took their little lined dishes, did eat. 'Delicious', one replied. 'Crepe a la Asparagus has always been a taste bud filler for myself', she said. The smiles and the dainties of that moment was as the painting of the Lilies by Mr. Monet.. The beautifully adorned women and the attendants in their fine pressed suits. It was nice. The day was going to be pleasant, so it seemed.
As in any other city, there are many different kinds of humans. Some taller, some shorter.. Some with a Triangular facial structure, some with more of a Square facial structure. There are many differences. And it was the same in this city. There were many differences. And so when the man whose tattered clothes gave his homeless situation away came to the door and peeped in to see what kind of party was going on, noone was too amazed. The homeless man gestured for one to approach. 'Oh', she thought, 'is he gesturing to moi', she asked herself. She got up from off the cushed seat and went to the door and opened it a bit more. 'Yes', she asked, 'May I assist you in any way? He asked her if he could have something to eat because he had not eaten for a few days. 'My, my', she thought. 'You just wait right here and let me go and get you something to eat. Don't you move one muscle or run off somewhere'. She went back into the main room and her friends had seen her speaking with the man in tattered clothes which gave his homelessness away. And they all gathered around her for a moment and inquired what the matter could be. 'Oh, he just hasn't eaten in a few days, that's all', she replied. 'It isn't as if he's going to croak over dead if he doesn't eat but at least the least we can do is give him some food since he requested it, isn't it', she asked. She grabbed several of those Crepe a la Asparagus Hors d'oeuvres and brought it to the man. 'Here you go sir. I hope this can help until you can find someplace safer and in better conditions than now', she said. He kindly thanked her and went on his way and she closed the door slightly again.
Life, the World is like a 2 way mirror. On one side, life exists and on the other side the exact same life exists but there is a difference. On one side, humans are self absorbed and living for self. On the other side, humans are not self absorbed and are not living for self. There is a difference. Even with the above Boutique and Jewelry shop, life on both sides, are different although it could be the exact same shops and city. -
I have a question: Is a job really the deciding factor on a person's worth? What I mean is this.. If at the age of 18 I got employment and lived off my own monetary earnings, would that make me a more worthy person than another who had never held a job in their life? In my opinion, to say yes would be bias and a grouped decision. It would not be based on individual reasons or individual strengths and weaknesses but it would be based on a generalized notion. That to make monies is to be responsible. But this is not true. Making monies is not always the determinant of worth or value or merit. It could be nothing more than needing to survive. But to survive responsibly would be a better determinant on responsibility, worth, value and merit. And hence, keeping to the Law. To continue.. Is there a 'responsibility' as to Faith and to God and to the hereafter? If one does not believe in the hereafter, would a response, such as, 'there is no such thing', to another person pertaining to the hereafter be responsible or irresponsible? And if one does believe in the hereafter, would a response, such as, 'there is such a thing', to another person pertaining to the hereafter be responsible or irresponsible? So if a person is not a believer of the hereafter, and again there are many reasons, should that person be responsible towards those things which pertain to well being and goodness for those things which provide for life for that person? Examples: Food, Clothes, Shelter, Earth, Water, Public Restrooms, Public Parks, Roadways, Streets, Traffic, Pedestrians, etc..... Should these things, which that person might feel and believe are necessary for a responsible life, be kept in responsibility or in irresponsibility? Should this person, who does not believe in the hereafter, not care if other humans, either believers or non, are given and provided for the same quality of life that they are being or have been provided for? In other words, is responsibility towards life, as a non believer in the hereafter, to care or to not care about other humans and other lifes, regardless of the other person's or other life's belief. And so there is responsibility and there is necessity. To need to do a certain thing is necessity. To be responsible is another thing. Are you able to move onward but choosing not to? In either direction, either in the direction of belief to the hereafter or in the direction of no belief in the hereafter, there will be responsibility preferred.
