Grand Architect of the Universe

Revelations keep pouring over me at the end of this very interesting 2020 year.

Last night i got stoned, again. There was even this SUV with a GLADSTONE dealership LPN crossing my path when i left for a test drive to Wilsonville. (God, my keys on the keyboard are sticky from the beer i spilled over a couple of days ago). So i got stoned and i didn't know. I never even knew the link between GLADSTONE LPN that were showing probably every time i did (get stoned).

What does it mean. A tiny bit of calcined fossilized remains of protist poured over me from upstairs while i was minding my own stuff and working on car. Unprovoked, though they never acted unprovoked, or better said, uncovered. Even if there's no real provocation, they will act on what most perceive as such. Good enough. 

For those who never knew or forgot, this is the denatured material that is currently used by people with little concern over their health and others' as "litter box", seen under electron microscope. Denatured, because initially these futuristic looking but so ancient "houses" of the protist were made of amorphous silica, quite harmless.  Humans have learned though to calcine them, that is heat them at 1500 to get rid of any organic remains and make them ready to absorb many times their weight in water and/or animal urine.

(BTW, i think some of those were used as models by white shinto architect Minoru for World Trade Center "hollow" architecture, don't you. That in the end got calcined).

What people who used those don't understand is, the urine never disappears. Even some are formulated to "clump" so you can remove it, enough amounts will remain in the box, at the vicinity of clumps, will  together with other goodies, especially bacteria, and very bad bacteria from sometimes sick animals, will stay in their house, under their nose. Today i even got to sweep from the ground some that was thrown not far from my door and i can tell you it was quite perfumed.
So i got stoned, i didn't realize because i drank and then i went to Ilani when i was ready to beat the hell out of anybody who was staying in my way. Starting with the young Japanese actor who blinded me for 5 minutes with his bluish headlights one ft away from my car in the parking lot or until i told him to put them out. Lucky enough, or maybe they wrote something else for me, it didn't happened, even after i cursed at the bar tender and the celeb who was sitting alone at the bar, almost like waiting for me, others.  Luckily i had the inspiration to go back at the car, go eat something, etc.. Extraordinary irritation that is.

I would skip other current details that have little to do with the subject and bring here some other information. Everybody knows what masseter muscle is. Is the muscle which is essential to our much more complicated biology. Used to chew up food. It's a small but very powerful muscle. Strongest in our body, per weight, that is. Next to our temples.

More than 5 years ago, about 7, while i was living in LO, the city of Portland did some improvements at Tryon park. One of them is they poured something on the trails. I figured it was cement since the trails, though they didn't change appearance, hardened. So they poured a calculated amount of cement, not to turn the trails into concrete and make them loose the "natural" look, but just to hardened the surface. I think it could work to stabilize soil around houses, better than mulch. Could also keep the moles from penetrating at the surface, bringing with them all the stinks of their underground larderes full of worms, fresh mold and why not, even the mole's salivary venomous enzymes, making you lethargic.

This morning what did i see. The moles broke through again. I went and stepped with my 240 pounds weight on the bulges and could barely level the ground because it became pretty hard, but several hours later the bulges where on again. Then i started asking myself. What kind of force do moles have and how do they apply it, to be able to raise the hardened soil with hundreds of pounds force? Like you would do with a jack?

Then my mind flew to an image i posted on my similarities blog.
Still something missing im my mind. Though great architectural achievements, for a blind animal, the mounds are made of fresh soil.

So how the mole would raise, even an inch, a piece of hardened soil that i could barely push down with 240 pounds? The only way, i figure, is by pushing with one "hand" up and one down, having at those "hands" muscles similar in strength to our masseters. I think it is doable, since the size of the mole hand is in that range with our strongest muscles in our body.

Then it finally hit me. "To keep them separated, Pangu stood between them and pushed up the sky."

And in the end we're all birds of a feather.