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Laws Concerning Captive Wives

10 When thou goest forth to war against thine enemies, and the Lord thy God hath delivered them into thine hands, and thou hast taken them captive,

11 And seest among the captives a beautiful woman, and hast a desire unto her, that thou wouldest have her to thy wife;

12 Then thou shalt bring her home to thine house, and she shall shave her head, and pare her nails;

13 And she shall put the raiment of her captivity from off her, and shall remain in thine house, and bewail her father and her mother a full month: and after that thou shalt go in unto her, and be her husband, and she shall be thy wife.

14 And it shall be, if thou have no delight in her, then thou shalt let her go whither she will; but thou shalt not sell her at all for money, thou shalt not make merchandise of her, because thou hast humbled her.

Sell Her H4376 - sell away,
A primitive root; to sell, literally (as merchandise, a daughter in marriage, into slavery), or figuratively (to surrender) -- X at all, sell (away, -er, self).

Make Merchandise H6014 - bind sheaves, make merchandise of
A primitive root; properly, apparently to heap; figuratively, to chastise (as if piling blows); specifically (as denominative from omer) to gather grain -- bind sheaves, make merchandise of.

Metric Versus Imperial

It's actually not a mess. Quarts, Pints and Gallons are perfect for portioning. Inches and Feet are based off of Cubits, which come from human hands and feet. Yards, Leagues, Furlongs and Miles have their reason for existing, as they're actually intuitive for the way spatial distances work. Pound and Fahrenheit, too, 100 Degrees sounds hot, whereas 37 degrees doesn't, and pounds are a good weight standard based on the Roman Libra. It actually makes people more intelligent, having that. It requires more work to get it right, so it makes it more likely that people will do the math correctly. And it's based off of human things. It's also pretty. Just saying, George Orwell talks about it in 1984, one of his characters are complaining about the metric system, and would prefer pints and quarts. 

It's really based off of human needs, the Imperial System. Like our intuitive way of understanding things, in relation to our bodies. Meters are kind of sterile, but have their use I guess. Everything standardized into base 10. Like a Yard is more fitted to Phi, also, than a Meter. Because it's based on the human proportion, so it aesthetically looks more pleasing. A Mile, also, is more intuitive to human minds because it's based on yards, which are based on proportions made from the human body. It's more humane, and fits our minds better. People are creative, and certain things are fixed better in our minds. Imperial is more poetic.

I mean, actually, it might actually make a difference in the way our furniture and things work, too. Inches and feet are based off the human body, where meters aren't, so it develops more intuitive designs in everything we make.

I mean, for an astronaut in space, Meters might be better... but for a carpenter, trying to make something beautiful, Inches are better. Because it forms exactly to the human body.

The Flowers In Bloom

On my walk, the Eastern Willow Herb
And the wild American Cannabis flower--yellow--
Are strong. The Daisies too. The Tiger Lilies are dying
And so is the Echinacea. Someone is harvesting Hemlock
To, probably, poison rodents.

Snapdragons and Hibiscus grow, in many fiery and floral colors.

The two children get their dragon toys.
They bloom and grow like the flowers.
At 4 they know not how to be alone
At 5 they can have some autonomy.

There dragons take them to the sky and sea...
They are in wonder...
Yet hopefully jealousy doesn't poison them
Or the hemp pipe;---which only make one more anxious
Nevertheless... the snake oil of the 21st century, we're back
To the days of peddling it because everyone would rather get high
Than taste the cherry of wine on their potatoes and meat.

The Flowering Trees

In the Fourth of July
The trees are flowering.
White, purple, pink...
Everywhere you go, the trees flower.
The big flowers...
I pray to the LORD
Not understanding why I am being smitten.
Is it because I do not wish to throw my pearls before swine?
Is it because I do not market, or schmooze 
Or live as a grifter and con man
Going door to door, peddling soap?
Why am I poor?
It is because I will not take advantage of someone.
That is why.
And the mad man tells me his ten thousandth of a cent
Is too much to pay for my Medicaid.
I committed no fraud.
Had I just sat around, and did nothing
I wouldn't be such a controversy.
Had I not learned math, or philosophy, or religion, or logic
I'd be smoking my medical cannabis
And all would be well with me.
For I would be in my place.
Either do nothing, and live like an invalid
Or work for enough to bankrupt me.
Those are your options in the American Economy.

Track of Work this Week

1. Wrote on the Progression of Summer. A continuous project that will be finished in December--hopefully.
2. Wrote a few pieces of Midrash.
3. Did more work on explaining my theory of P = NP.
4. Calculated the cost of someone on Welfare. 1,000,000 people on welfare, could be supported by 1 dollar of every American's tax money.
5. Worked on a theory of Unified Philosophy, that different people have different linguistic structures and connotations, and one should understand them, rather than fit what they say to a rigid academic standard.

Grace

We prune the orange flowers
Knowing we are doing wrong.
We produce less fruit...
Sometimes the plant dies by our pruning.
Yet, the rain still comes;---
The Earth still gives its scent;---
The birds fly by;
The Lightning fertilizes it.

Deep in our gut we know...
But we do it anyway.
And the flower does not produce fruit.
We poison its roots.
An unforgivable sin.
But, it is forgiven nonetheless,
Though we say, "I hadn't killed the plant.
"It was done the only way I knew how."
And we have knowledge,
And carry on unknowingly;
We do not know we had killed it
That with a little expertise
We may have saved the plant from extinction.
But, there is the lesson:
We pridefully go about our business
But grace leaves a little fruit on the vine
Despite our uncultured ways.