Rando-miser

I didn't choose that The crushing ocean wave Running between my bare feet Will disappear in the sand But don't be so sad If I follow that wave I am amazed Water I am 80 percent I will follow the wave I am going into the sand I want to know What is on the other end Don't be afraid, my friend See you on the other end.

If you think I will be here Think again If you think I am here Think again If you think I was here Think again I will not , is not , was not ever here.

Reference ( http://www.colormatters.com/color-and-design/are-black-and-white-colors ) The answer to the question - "Are black and white colours?"  - is one of the most debated issues about colour. Ask a scientist and you'll get a reply based on physics: "Black is not a colour, white is a colour" Ask an artist or a child with crayons and you'll get another: "Black is a colour, white is not a colour" Again who is right? Why are we lying to each other all the time? Why all this racism debates if we don't even know and can agree if black or white is a colour? Why do we cover up things all the time and try to tell that that is the way things were, are and will be? We grow up and do the same to our children. We perpetuate lies because it is much simpler. Go away, stop asking the hard questions. Gee what am I? Albert or Stephen? So we lie about sex,...

Part I. Summoned   I found myself in the room with me sitting on the bench on the left side of the simple wooden table. I sensed many people on the bench but couldn't really see anyone clearly, just a human body's silhouettes. The bench was infinite and it stretched far beyond the extents of the room into the haziness of the outside void. I briefly glanced at the people on the bench. Some with beards and no clothes. No one was smiling. I wondered about them and their stories for a second. Opposite of the bench I was sitting on and adjacent to the table was a bed. The naked man and a woman were on the bed though I could only clearly see the man. I clearly saw his face with the rest of his body visible but not pronounced. He had a dark beard around his face and he was clearly of Middle-Eastern appearance. He was smiling and nodding occasionally but without any particular reason. ...

In the beginning it was a cell. He started his life as a cell. Later as he developed it was cells which were having thoughts. You can't just have a thought without the cells. You just happen to be a recipient of your thoughts as the world gets projected into your mind or physical brain where it resides. (Thought is a communication sent and propagated to higher cells - neurons from cells which form our vision, touch, taste and hearing. It acts just like light because the effect is the same. It makes the outside world clearer. We say: "Enlighten me" why? Because we understand the deep connection between light and thought) Yes and it is the bunch of cells which decided to multiply and voila - I am. But really 'I am' is not quite right. 'I have been' is a better way to say. One amazing very short English sentence describes my existence in my human form - have been. Have been - English grammar teacher favour...