Thanksgiving Cryptogram

Good luck...

Stir of Echos?

I spent alot of time with my little one this weekend. Alot of one on one time. I rather enjoyed it. Still, as I look at here I can't help but think about all our family members that came before her.

I have a non-traditionalistic view on religion and of what there is or isn't after death. I personally believe that when you die, your soul goes into a staging area. Purgatory I think it's called. Dispite the Hell related conotation that has been attached to this place, I picture it as something like a 1950's mid-western town that is like a suburb around a Gothic palace. Anyway, those that have proven thier virtue on Earth may go into Paradise, those that have not return to Earth. In this sense, Earth is an extension of Purgatory, a place to pay for your sins in preparation for admittance to Heaven. Those who are hopeless souls go to Hell, where they toil for eternity or are snuffed out of existance out right.

Still, the possibility of souls returning to Earth makes the possibility of "Old Souls" a real one. I look into my little one's eyes and see an old soul. In the quiet moments of eye contact, where we seem to be searching each others eyes, I can almost hear the echos of the past. The soft whisper of voices long gone, memories of yesterday.

This belief also brings us to ReIncarnation. I don't believe in it in the Hindu or Buddist since, but believe that all things have a soul, and those souls circulate from this world and beyond. I think that you must live several lives to obtain the level of enlightenment and wisdom needed to live at least one acceptable life, and that you take the wisdom you gain in one life into each succesive life, some call it instinct. To me, this is evidenced when you see some people who just get it... and those who don't.

A hundred years ago, less actually, when my ancestors on my Father's side arrived from Poland, they stepped foot on a foreign land and left behind thier native homes. Those they left behind where all but exterminated a few decaeds later, but our family lived on. Like waves in the tide, our forefathers pushed us forward. With each ebb, a new flow. With the passing of one generation, the birth of another. Pushing us ever forward. Imparting what they have learned... and what they haven't, upon us. Ever flowing. I look in my baby's eyes and see the shoreline of a thousand tides, and hope that my wave will be the one that floods the plain, so that hers will never ebb. I hope that the countless generations before me have prepared me for my time in this life, to elevate those around me to a higher place. I hope that the soul within her little body grow to be much larger than my own... much wiser.... more enlightened.

I guess step one would be to teach her "No".

Empty Set

A={xeveryone}
B={me}

AΠB=AØ

It occurred to me in math class that one thing binds us all together. The very cement of our existence... Nothing.

Nothing is everywhere, in every nook and cranny. It dogs us. It consumess us. It drives us MAD!

If you are a glass half full person, the emptinesss of your glass is nothing. If you are a glass half empty person, there is nothing in half your glass.

Nothing can fill your insides, and when it does you have nothing to lose and nothing to live for. Maybe you feel like you are good for nothing.

Nothing is real. You can possess nothing. If you lose everything, you find that you have an abundance of nothing. You can give nothing as a Christmas or birthday gift, doing so normally gets more notice than giving the best money can buy, which can buy you nothing.

You can make nothing. You can earn nothing. You can be worth your weight in nothing.

You can do nothing too. You can say nothing, hear nothing, see nothing, smell, taste and feel nothing. You can think about nothing, too.

Nothing truly is everywhere. Name one other thing that be quantified without being measured.

I have nothing else to say.

Long Time

I really have nothing to report other than life got really busy. In the Shawshank Redemption, an old timer gets paroled after 40 years in prison. When he went in, there was horse drawn carriages and no electricity. When he got out, there were cars and modern applicances. To this he commented, "The world went and got itself in such a big damn rush." That's how I feel.

Anyway, don't really have time to write at present, though I have written something to put. Perhaps latter.

Here are some pictures to tide you over. I took them myself.