Raindrops Keep Falling On My Web

I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn't photograph them. The probability of that obviously is very low but laws of probability have often been known to falter at the crucial test of reality. For example, there is a statistical theory that if you gave a million monkeys typewriters and set them to work, they'd eventually comes up with the complete works of Shakespeare. Thanks to the Internet, we now know this isn't true.

One foggy winter morning, I went walking into the marshy lands of Keoladeo National Park, a protected reserve frequented by birds from all over the place. I went looking for pelicans, ducks, herons and the coveted Siberian cranes. It was very early in the morning, I was hoping to be the proverbial early bird and catch the worm, which, for me, ironically enough, were the breakfast hunting birds themselves. The fog was heavy and it was a long wait. So my bored mind wandered down insignificant thought patterns and my eyes no longer being guided by any conscious thought went on to wander on their own. So technically speaking it wasn't me who discovered these spider webs, it was my vagabond eyes. But they quickly caught the fascination of my idle mind as well.

I started to wonder. It hadn't rained. It was just dewdrops. So it must be something that happens almost everyday during these Indian winters. The marshes thereabouts remained very foggy for most of the winters. My next thought inevitably was of the spider, crouched on all eights, huddled in one corner of its web, watching the dewdrops drying out in the almost inadequate warmth of the winter morning. And the dewdrops swaying gently to the cold breeze, like clothes on a clothesline, providing an ironic reminder to the metaphoric water spilt on the best-laid plans. I wondered if the spider, with its biologically complex compound eyes, could see the irony, or for that matter, the beauty that it had managed to trap in its intriguing web of deceit. I went on to wonder at the power of association. Dewdrops looked so much more docile when they rested on delicate petals of a pretty flower. By contrast, on a spider web, the gluttonous intent behind the web themselves, made the glistening balls look sinister, like landmines on a battlefield. I wondered instantly if the spider could still glide across the web, or like a foolhardy soldier, it would become a victim of its own designs if it tried to navigate the dew-laden web.

I began to think about the victim himself. On ominous days, the spider web would be virtually invisible to a merry insect flitting across the dense foliage. However, on days like this, when the web was glistening in all its glory, would the tiny insect be able to recognize the danger and steer clear from it? Or would it be mesmerized by the beauty and be drawn towards it, for after all, the insects do have a bad reputation when it comes to spotting danger in the face of mesmerizing beauty. Even if the insect, drawn towards the pearly gates of the web, landed himself bang in the middle of a messy affair, would the web be still as effective or would the dewdrops have disarmed the intricate deathtrap.

A research once told me that a goldfish has the memory span of three seconds, and I wonder how the respectable group of scientists found it out, or for that matter, what prompted this investigation. I wonder if the same group of scientists could answer the questions that came to my hyperactive mind on this lazy winter morning. I wonder if the spider and the fly realize the mental calisthenics they induced in me. I wonder.

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Raindrops Keep Falling On My Web

I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn't photograph them. The probability of that obviously is very low but laws of probability have often been known to falter at the crucial test of reality. For example, there is a statistical theory that if you gave a million monkeys typewriters and set them to work, they'd eventually comes up with the complete works of Shakespeare. Thanks to the Internet, we now know this isn't true.

One foggy winter morning, I went walking into the marshy lands of Keoladeo National Park, a protected reserve frequented by birds from all over the place. I went looking for pelicans, ducks, herons and the coveted Siberian cranes. It was very early in the morning, I was hoping to be the proverbial early bird and catch the worm, which, for me, ironically enough, were the breakfast hunting birds themselves. The fog was heavy and it was a long wait. So my bored mind wandered down insignificant thought patterns and my eyes no longer being guided by any conscious thought went on to wander on their own. So technically speaking it wasn't me who discovered these spider webs, it was my vagabond eyes. But they quickly caught the fascination of my idle mind as well.

I started to wonder. It hadn't rained. It was just dewdrops. So it must be something that happens almost everyday during these Indian winters. The marshes thereabouts remained very foggy for most of the winters. My next thought inevitably was of the spider, crouched on all eights, huddled in one corner of its web, watching the dewdrops drying out in the almost inadequate warmth of the winter morning. And the dewdrops swaying gently to the cold breeze, like clothes on a clothesline, providing an ironic reminder to the metaphoric water spilt on the best-laid plans. I wondered if the spider, with its biologically complex compound eyes, could see the irony, or for that matter, the beauty that it had managed to trap in its intriguing web of deceit. I went on to wonder at the power of association. Dewdrops looked so much more docile when they rested on delicate petals of a pretty flower. By contrast, on a spider web, the gluttonous intent behind the web themselves, made the glistening balls look sinister, like landmines on a battlefield. I wondered instantly if the spider could still glide across the web, or like a foolhardy soldier, it would become a victim of its own designs if it tried to navigate the dew-laden web.

I began to think about the victim himself. On ominous days, the spider web would be virtually invisible to a merry insect flitting across the dense foliage. However, on days like this, when the web was glistening in all its glory, would the tiny insect be able to recognize the danger and steer clear from it? Or would it be mesmerized by the beauty and be drawn towards it, for after all, the insects do have a bad reputation when it comes to spotting danger in the face of mesmerizing beauty. Even if the insect, drawn towards the pearly gates of the web, landed himself bang in the middle of a messy affair, would the web be still as effective or would the dewdrops have disarmed the intricate deathtrap.

A research once told me that a goldfish has the memory span of three seconds, and I wonder how the respectable group of scientists found it out, or for that matter, what prompted this investigation. I wonder if the same group of scientists could answer the questions that came to my hyperactive mind on this lazy winter morning. I wonder if the spider and the fly realize the mental calisthenics they induced in me. I wonder.

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An Amazing, Hazy Look Into The Future

Sometimes we all sit and think. Sometimes we doodle with a pen. Do we ever look in depth at what we are thinking? I am amazed at the amount of people who say 'when the phone rang I knew it was you.' 'I was just going to call when you called.' 'I was just thinking of you and you rang me.' All now past and forgotten.

It may only happen a few times a year - but it happens. Try recording any event no matter how trivial either on a tape recorder or on a note pad each time it occurs, and date it. You may be one of thousands who can see something happening in the future - do not try and pre-date anything. Any future predicted events I have found can happen tomorrow or in eighteen months. At the beginning of this century we heard from the portrayers of doom and death, religious parties forecasting the end of the world. They have now amended their doctrine because the dates they predicted have passed.

I often wonder how many normal, average people in this world have had a thought or a vision in the past that has happened in the future. Perhaps now unrecorded and now long forgotten. It would be great to have a public notice board that registered some of the stronger thoughts and visions many of us experience though out our lives. Yes, it is now possible to do this on the web - a small two sentence prediction date recorded with a pseudonym. The psychic message board has had psychic predictions from you the public since 2003 with several startling predictions. The black mirror was introduced in 2004 - just a blank rectangular black picture from which your mind can project images. Your physical brain is somehow linked to your ethereal soul. The soul not having the physical restraints of the body and brain can move into the past, future, and other dimensions. Sometimes under calm or stressful situations the link is triggered and information released.

An even stronger bonding happens in times of stress and conflict. In a war great friendships emerge stronger than anything before. A man and wife going through life facing all bad and terrible things together as one, survive and become stronger as a couple. Psychic experiences are a part of life and soon forgotten. Try to remember a psychic happening in your own life, something now forgotten but still in memory. You will be surprised. Sit down; think of what is happening in the world and see if you can predict what may or not happen within the next year then write it down or visit the psychic notice board at http://www.allinterestbooks.co.uk. You may surprise and startle yourself! Keep living, facing all that life throws against you, and you will become a better person.

A free ebook 'THE THINKER' is available from the author revealing incidents from his own life and others that have occurred through the years. The majority of people today live a life chasing materialistic goals. The man made church over thousands of centuries has let us down. Outdated history of an age that is hard to visualise today. The only salvation is the teachings of the prophets. Teachings that try to shape our thinking and our ways. Teachings that offer to make everyone a better person. Try the black psychic mirror at http://www.allinterestbooks.co.uk and see if you can come up with a simple prediction for the future or read the THE THINKER - a FREE ebook psychologically exploring different aspects of life in a thought provoking way. A New look at life - Why am I here? Who am I? What am I? Life after death - personal psychic premonitions in Life! Asking the questions of life and questions invoking the sixth sense.

Current titbits from The Thinker.

BUREAUCRATIC EURO-BUMBLEDOM

The European common market, a collection of trading nations is a wonderful idea. However, the power-seeking politicians who run this vast empire cannot leave it at that. They want to create laws for every nation, laws that are stupid, unmeaning. They want to create a vast empire, a super state. They are still pushing onward even though they cannot even create a fighter aircraft together- and how do all the pilots talk to one another if they are not linguists. What is being created is a large financial machine that spends money like water flowing over a waterfall. A huge European nation of created bureaucratic bumbledom. It is slowly creeping upon us - stay in the common market but keep out of the new super state.

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Simple Words

The words, the thoughts, the processes go on and on.

As simple as it may seem to me I tend to feel that all words have their own meaning and not always the dictionary form.

A simple word takes the form of many other words as each individual person who hears it puts it through a transformation process.

A doctor can take a word and change it into a disease. A carpenter can take a word and change it into a tool.

Is it that no one is listening or is it that each person listens only to what they know currently?

Debates take a turn at each word that is change and looked at in a different way by the person listening. According to our knowledge we can take a prayer and turn it into a blatant statement of hatred or immoral intrusion.

We can take a statement that spews hate and turn it into a humanitarian effort.

The words that tell, the words that say, the words that we hear and acknowledge everyday make us what we are if we allow them to.

It is the definition as we see it and nothing more. Depending on how stubborn a person is the prayer, the hatred can be anything.

A long line of definitions and the end of any Thesaurus will change the meaning according to the word you pick hate can become love and loving can become despising. This is the way a person's mind can work and in the end it all blends into the way a person listens.

If all you know is hatred, it is not hard to imagine what love could be. Still depending on the words that you know it can turn itself into a field of flowers or the face of a monster.

Every word has a meaning and that meaning can be twisted and turned into so many different forms that it can take forever to get through if the person listening does not understand your meaning and what it means to you.

Human beliefs are a large part of the basis of the definitions that are out there. What could be simple and what is simple can, and at times can become complex and confusing.

Confusion occurs when a word we learned as a child takes a different form and we are unaccustomed to it being used in that way. Simple can be so much better but the world is complex and if the ones that hold the knowledge contained in a Thesaurus use it, the world can and will become the definition of what they believe in if only because no one can truly understand what is happening.

It will get to the point where not only will people not understand what is happening because they do not understand the use of the wording. But the other people will not understand because they have evolved to a place where simplicity means nothing.

It is everywhere and few see it.

It is in politics, they make wrongs right, according to the wording of laws and bills. It is in corporations as they justify the wrongs or the lies that they come upon every day. It is in the very fabric of the religions that will change what they need to according to what they want to believe in.

Simple, look it up!

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An Amazing, Hazy Look Into The Future

Sometimes we all sit and think. Sometimes we doodle with a pen. Do we ever look in depth at what we are thinking? I am amazed at the amount of people who say 'when the phone rang I knew it was you.' 'I was just going to call when you called.' 'I was just thinking of you and you rang me.' All now past and forgotten.

It may only happen a few times a year - but it happens. Try recording any event no matter how trivial either on a tape recorder or on a note pad each time it occurs, and date it. You may be one of thousands who can see something happening in the future - do not try and pre-date anything. Any future predicted events I have found can happen tomorrow or in eighteen months. At the beginning of this century we heard from the portrayers of doom and death, religious parties forecasting the end of the world. They have now amended their doctrine because the dates they predicted have passed.

I often wonder how many normal, average people in this world have had a thought or a vision in the past that has happened in the future. Perhaps now unrecorded and now long forgotten. It would be great to have a public notice board that registered some of the stronger thoughts and visions many of us experience though out our lives. Yes, it is now possible to do this on the web - a small two sentence prediction date recorded with a pseudonym. The psychic message board has had psychic predictions from you the public since 2003 with several startling predictions. The black mirror was introduced in 2004 - just a blank rectangular black picture from which your mind can project images. Your physical brain is somehow linked to your ethereal soul. The soul not having the physical restraints of the body and brain can move into the past, future, and other dimensions. Sometimes under calm or stressful situations the link is triggered and information released.

An even stronger bonding happens in times of stress and conflict. In a war great friendships emerge stronger than anything before. A man and wife going through life facing all bad and terrible things together as one, survive and become stronger as a couple. Psychic experiences are a part of life and soon forgotten. Try to remember a psychic happening in your own life, something now forgotten but still in memory. You will be surprised. Sit down; think of what is happening in the world and see if you can predict what may or not happen within the next year then write it down or visit the psychic notice board at http://www.allinterestbooks.co.uk. You may surprise and startle yourself! Keep living, facing all that life throws against you, and you will become a better person.

A free ebook 'THE THINKER' is available from the author revealing incidents from his own life and others that have occurred through the years. The majority of people today live a life chasing materialistic goals. The man made church over thousands of centuries has let us down. Outdated history of an age that is hard to visualise today. The only salvation is the teachings of the prophets. Teachings that try to shape our thinking and our ways. Teachings that offer to make everyone a better person. Try the black psychic mirror at http://www.allinterestbooks.co.uk and see if you can come up with a simple prediction for the future or read the THE THINKER - a FREE ebook psychologically exploring different aspects of life in a thought provoking way. A New look at life - Why am I here? Who am I? What am I? Life after death - personal psychic premonitions in Life! Asking the questions of life and questions invoking the sixth sense.

Current titbits from The Thinker.

BUREAUCRATIC EURO-BUMBLEDOM

The European common market, a collection of trading nations is a wonderful idea. However, the power-seeking politicians who run this vast empire cannot leave it at that. They want to create laws for every nation, laws that are stupid, unmeaning. They want to create a vast empire, a super state. They are still pushing onward even though they cannot even create a fighter aircraft together- and how do all the pilots talk to one another if they are not linguists. What is being created is a large financial machine that spends money like water flowing over a waterfall. A huge European nation of created bureaucratic bumbledom. It is slowly creeping upon us - stay in the common market but keep out of the new super state.

Simple Words   Raindrops Keep Falling On My Web   Simple Words   

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Web

I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn't photograph them. The probability of that obviously is very low but laws of probability have often been known to falter at the crucial test of reality. For example, there is a statistical theory that if you gave a million monkeys typewriters and set them to work, they'd eventually comes up with the complete works of Shakespeare. Thanks to the Internet, we now know this isn't true.

One foggy winter morning, I went walking into the marshy lands of Keoladeo National Park, a protected reserve frequented by birds from all over the place. I went looking for pelicans, ducks, herons and the coveted Siberian cranes. It was very early in the morning, I was hoping to be the proverbial early bird and catch the worm, which, for me, ironically enough, were the breakfast hunting birds themselves. The fog was heavy and it was a long wait. So my bored mind wandered down insignificant thought patterns and my eyes no longer being guided by any conscious thought went on to wander on their own. So technically speaking it wasn't me who discovered these spider webs, it was my vagabond eyes. But they quickly caught the fascination of my idle mind as well.

I started to wonder. It hadn't rained. It was just dewdrops. So it must be something that happens almost everyday during these Indian winters. The marshes thereabouts remained very foggy for most of the winters. My next thought inevitably was of the spider, crouched on all eights, huddled in one corner of its web, watching the dewdrops drying out in the almost inadequate warmth of the winter morning. And the dewdrops swaying gently to the cold breeze, like clothes on a clothesline, providing an ironic reminder to the metaphoric water spilt on the best-laid plans. I wondered if the spider, with its biologically complex compound eyes, could see the irony, or for that matter, the beauty that it had managed to trap in its intriguing web of deceit. I went on to wonder at the power of association. Dewdrops looked so much more docile when they rested on delicate petals of a pretty flower. By contrast, on a spider web, the gluttonous intent behind the web themselves, made the glistening balls look sinister, like landmines on a battlefield. I wondered instantly if the spider could still glide across the web, or like a foolhardy soldier, it would become a victim of its own designs if it tried to navigate the dew-laden web.

I began to think about the victim himself. On ominous days, the spider web would be virtually invisible to a merry insect flitting across the dense foliage. However, on days like this, when the web was glistening in all its glory, would the tiny insect be able to recognize the danger and steer clear from it? Or would it be mesmerized by the beauty and be drawn towards it, for after all, the insects do have a bad reputation when it comes to spotting danger in the face of mesmerizing beauty. Even if the insect, drawn towards the pearly gates of the web, landed himself bang in the middle of a messy affair, would the web be still as effective or would the dewdrops have disarmed the intricate deathtrap.

A research once told me that a goldfish has the memory span of three seconds, and I wonder how the respectable group of scientists found it out, or for that matter, what prompted this investigation. I wonder if the same group of scientists could answer the questions that came to my hyperactive mind on this lazy winter morning. I wonder if the spider and the fly realize the mental calisthenics they induced in me. I wonder.

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