The moss covered boulder

Cautious as one crossing a winter stream... 

Vacant as a valley, 

Murky as muddy water.

 

 A boss is ,by definition, someone who orders you to build a marble tower out of wood.Its up to you to figure out whether he wants a marble tower which stands ,or is okay with building a marble sized tower out of wood,which falls down

 have you ever been to the ghost market, to hire a ghost to haunt that apartment you owned, so as to get the tenant to leave ?

 What is the shape of the universe 

We dont know cos we havent seen the edges/boundaries where it ends 

If the universe ends at some point, has a boundary,  what lies beyond?

We cannot know. If we did, then the boundary would push further to just beyond that point.

Then the boundary of the universe is also the limit of our knowledge?

No, not the limit of our knowledge , but the limit of our comprehension... otherwise the boundary would show up while we are in deep sleep, or at the back of our head.. the boundary of the universe that we know, is , syllogistically, the limit of what we know.

Does space disappear when we sleep ?

 No we sleep in space. If it were to disappear, we wouldn't wake. 

What if it did and we woke but are living a dream ?  A fragment of consciousness and memories without a matter component ?

Who would know the difference ? Can consciousness move a physical object ? Can it press a switch ?

It cannot, but it can imagine a switch, and imagine it pressed... 

But it would know that it is doing the pressing and percieving the pressing

What if it split itself just before the pressing, that it didnt know it did the pressing ?

 intent-driven vs (negative)-look-back driven

performance factor/ not authoring own story as we go

we need one daily scott adams essay

 There is no shortage of wealth in this world - of leisure, of dignity, affection ... what this world lacks is a wealth of credit, and in the sisyphean endeavour to even out the distribution of this, real wealths have been destroyed, not looted, destroyed. 

I have a tendency to shut off completely, and go along with whatever is in vogue in the current micro-society ( meaning bunch of two-three people I am around)

as a result, I have no continuing efforts or results, on the ground. In my mind - yes, but not on the ground.

I also have developed the ability to not complete any task set before me. I blame this squarely on this phase of life not being built on bedrock, but off of other people's roofs or walls. The hesitancy to commit given the lack of bedrock or sky, has run for decades now, and half-assery is now detectable in my blood cells, under a microscope.

This gives me considerable unease, which can be masked by eating, reading blogs, doing THAT one thing to keep the nearest boss happy, while slow-death-ing the soul work.

 sometimes , you meet life 

you blink

then it's twenty-five years later

in other news

the beanstalk attempted to bake bread again

the beanstalk added a lot of dutch cocoa powder

the beanstalk forgot to add sugar

the bread came out amazingly well

in shape, texture, and sponginess

looks chocolatey, 

tastes like a naan

"If you think this is your country, your government, your people, then you've completely misunderstood the nature of the beast. Remember Hobbes ... are you a person or an cell in a leviathan ?"

The agent looked steadily at Jeepley. The record of traces and sightings lay on the table between them, with its worn cover facing up.

 it's not a line

but a cloud

to cross

one side ends in stone

ether waits on the other

side