Song of Songs

Song of Songs. Yes, dating is biblical. There's no boundary on true love. In fact, Solomon, taking the woman into his harem, is kind of made to be the bad guy, stealing from the shepherd his true love, which the Shepherd has to win back like a stag jousting for his doe. The Shepherd and Shulamite even go out into the fields to make love, as she escapes the harem at night. Pretty sultry stuff... and romantic.

The point being, when it's real you know, and nothing's going to stop you from being with that person, even a whole king and his court.

Which is also why the Psalmist says, "I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready!" because the passion is hot, and if it's stirred for the wrong person, can be heartbreaking. So guard yourself, too, from falling in love, unless absolutely right.

Solomon loves her for her body, but the Shepherd for her soul. That's important, too. That's why the Shepherd fights, and beats him. As if there were no passion stirred, a man cannot fight for his suitor, because A: she doesn't want him and B: he doesn't love her.

My Life at 18

Was hot, had a shot with a few supermodel looking girls, was just beginning to get serious about writing books, had a good job that paid about 30,000 a year, had a decent friend’s group, was about to pay my way through community college… then my grandfather died; I got back together with my ex, who then may or may not have been cheating on me as she had excessive interest in the boys across the street; and I learned about conspiracy theories, so I had a mental break down, got paranoid, assaulted two teenagers, and then got fat, and then confessed crimes I committed at 14, got put on a sex offender registry, and none of my books sell for anything, am applying for social security, with no car, and the only thing to show for my life is those books nobody will read.

Degrees and Radians

[D]egrees are based on a circle. So, you couldn't have degrees without [a circle]. Every degree is based on the ratio of that part of the circle's circumference, and also why radians work. You construct a line, the top is 180°, but so is the bottom, completing a full circle, and also why radians work from Tao.

On Narcissism

I can honestly say I don't know anyone like this. I know some selfish people... but nobody to this extreme. But what I've always noticed, is narcissists use the word Narcissist and Boundaries. "Oh I just realized XY is a narcissist," Really? Is my first reaction... I think it's six to one, half a dozen the other in that case. I just know from experience... the people going hunting for narcissists and talking about setting boundaries, are themselves the most likely narcissists. Normal people don't think about things that way.

Not you: I know you are hurt, but you don't accuse people. You try to love them.

We Are Just Like Them, You Know?

A head of leaves, grown above
Tawny bark, like skin,
Roots either nourished
Or die by drought;
The tree has its fruit,
Delicious or dull,
And its body’s DNA
Determines its health.
It grows, it dies;
It lives, it falls.
We are just like them, you know?

Christianity and the Founding Fathers

The core group of Founders were Diest, and they generally accepted religion as a whole as being beneficial--though probably never actually studied some of the weirder things that can happen. At that time, people generally thought all religion was for moral guidance, and they would prefer it to Atheism. That much is true. But, certainly, they would have no qualms with a Hindu or Muslim or Sikh, so long as they stuck to the principles of civil government. They wouldn't appreciate abortion, homosexuality or transgenderism, though.

Like, they want religion to be safe, because it teaches you a set of moral values, that restrains the population from doing evil. They also don't want that religion being set up in the government. They want religion to be a personal choice, and something that governs man's heart, and not the society's. As many of them felt religion was a personal journey--being that a lot of them were Masons--and they felt religion was a personal experience, which is why they carefully craft their words to say "Religion" and not "Christianity". But, they had the highest respect for the doctrine of Christ, there can be no doubt about that. They preferred Him to all others, but many of them probably took it as a moral framework, and didn't actually believe He was the Son of God.

I Saw the Diver at Dutch Wonderland

I saw a man high dive at Dutch Wonderland.
Up so high, he dove into a very shallow pool.
The man I met at the State Park worked at Dorney---
I had mistakenly said Dorney and not Dutch Wonderland---
But we discussed how the good thing of our world
Was someone could be a diver, a juggler,
A clown, a writer or a magician,
And that was okay. That's why our world was good.

Math

Math is framed. Neither invented or discovered. Basically, it just gets more and more clear the more we learn about it. Every equation gets more focused the more advanced the mathematics become, or the more we need to do with it, so it's like framing a picture, and cropping parts of it. Like, all principles in math are just built from other smaller principles, starting with the basic operations, all the way to a shape that could describe Reiman's Hypothesis. You don't discover the shape, or invent it, but describe it.

The Book of Enoch

Enoch is not Scripture. It's not even Apocrypha. It seems kind of cultish, actually, like a Book of Mormon and Koran. I hope nobody {}lays it as [a] foundation, as it's not pure, but rather empty and kind of evil. I've known many people ruined by it. It's not good teaching, but is a cult text. If you want other books to study, try the Apostolic Fathers or the Old Testament Apocrypha. Or Martyr's Mirror by Thielman Van Braght. None of that is scripture, but it's better teaching than Enoch, which is completely void.

The White Rider

He came with God's perfect law
And left the whole world stunned.
He came, and dazzled, and grew to all
A man who was God's bastard son.

Beelzebub, a Satyr red, 
In hoofed haunches stormed
He, like Emperor of Rome, it seemed
Made play like he was stormed. 

Their two armies did collide
And piles were the bodies made.
One man with an old, old story
Was wise to them, and was a saint.

He saw the White Rider with his reel
Take his hordes through the country gate---
Two great bastions of that Roman World
Would do battle, and many men's a mortal fate.

For neither to the left or right
Is what Christ had told us that day.
Do not fall from the narrow road
And enter through the wicket gate.