The first image is an Upmann Cigar poster found on Amazon.
My bad writing skills do not allow me to use these relevant Florida artifacts. My description of the mask does not pass snuff. The Key Marco Cat fits well with the wives of my central god, Ptah, but any more than a passing reference does not work. My Ptah cult in Memphis, Florida ranges near Key Marco, but I doubt the natives made it due to Egypt. Talent can spin words to make a fit; nothing I came up with worked. Raven the myth and the bird crossed the Sarah Palin gulf; I doubt the cat myth did. I can rationalize Egyptian and Native American contact ad almost took that path, but I still didn’t fully buy into the theory after I rote it. The path I eventually took gives me more leeway, so my writing can bumble about.
Coyote finds Possum in a tree; both play tricksters and Possum wins by playing dead. Those who study tricksters know, tricksters can play the winner or loser role.
George Amos Dorsey put the Trickster tale in his book, Traditions of the Caddo. TS Eliot appears to have seen this paradox. The poet, penned Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats (It took stage as Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cats). Wikipedia says Ezra Pound gave Eliot the “Old Possum” nickname (David Loy points out the Wu-Wei link, so we all may have seen this independently). The opossum image comes from Wikimedia. The center comes from the Wikipedia’s Coyote page. We have the coyote cousin in Florida, so the last image comes from the Red Wolf page.
We be, the vessels, filled from others. You can make a dog, man’s best friend or his worst enemy. So to, it be true, about men. “Them’” to them = us. You see them face the vase, between, good and bad, Gollum. Power can corrupt, even those most like the Hobbit’s of the Shire. Up top you see faces of fame, forever linked. You have a paradox when:
the Is = the Is not.
Smiles are attractive. They smile in your face, the back stabbers. Smiles = an ugly lie. The two outer pics, depict the trial of Phyrne. Did she display the truth? I had no time or desire to preach this message in my last post, still don’t. Too complex. A look at the Wikipedia page for Phyrne helps (also source for Phyrne images). You may see:
Truth = Beauty = Ugly = Lie
I made my last post to poke fun at an intelligent man’s big goof. The Sheldons of the world want more funding for subatomic research. The “God Particle” name has them in a bind and the fact they can’t put in words what their research will bring the world. I doubt they will evaporate the universe with a goof, but I’m not smart enough to know what chain reactions may take place if they poke the Higgs Boson. I made a fool out of myself and an intelligent man; I apologize to us both. People want to know what they get for their money. It was my main point. Space gives us pretty pictures. Subatomic particles make us go “Huh?”
When you assume you make an ass out of you and me. I had a headache and couldn’t sleep. He has other big problems.
Bikinis got their name from a little bomb test on an island named Bikini Atoll. It came out bigger than planned. A Higgs Bikini ( I imagine it will look like the photo the on the left) doesn’t excite me; it looks too small. We might learn something, but pride may lead to a fall from Babel’s tower. I know some nuclear physics, but I’m not in the Big Leagues; I retired from the little leagues due to my scrambled eggs for brains. Knowing about the Higgs does fill some idle curiosity, but I only want to know which Bikini I get. The Red Sonja picture (© Luigi Novi / Wikimedia Commons) gives me pleasure, but I also see how it may give me pain. Will a Sheldon understand this concept?