Physics is nothing but the ABC's. Nature is an equation with an unknown, a Hebrew word which is written only with consonants to which reason has to add the dots.
quote by Johann G. Hamann
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It is wrong to think that the task of physics is to find out how Nature is. Physics concerns what we say about Nature.
quote by Niels Bohr
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oh yes, Mr. Shaun, the Bible was not written in English
The Gospel of Christ and, in general,
the Holy Bible are written with the inspiration of God.
The Prophets and the Apostles
have recorded in written form
a portion of the oral teaching of the Old Testament
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
These are the original languages of the Holy Bible from' which all the translations have been derived. God's inspiration is confined to the original languages and utterances, not the many translations. There are 1,300 languages and dialects into which the Holy Bible, in its entirety or in portions, has been
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This does not mean that the translations do not convey the meaning of the Bible for spiritual uprightness of the readers in their own language. On the contrary the Bible should be spread and preached to 'all nations'. The missionaries in foreign lands learn the language or the dialect of. the new area into which they bring the Bible and other religious teachings. For example, the missionaries from Constantinople, Saints Cyril and Methodios, sent to Christianize the Slavic peoples in the 9th century, first translated the Bible and the ritual books into the language of the people.
yes, Mr. Shaun, my friend the Bible was not written in English.IT was written in HEBREW, ARAMAIC, and GREEK....
But i like it written in English too, how i wish it were written in such a
language,
with a sense of class
and fashionable disguise,
for without it, how could i ever understand, God,
oh, my, God!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Latter Days
We
Are
Dots
And
We're
Beautiful
And
Funny
And
Good
We
Are
Dots
We
Are
Dots
We
Are
Loved
July 2012
poem by Judith Gerstenkorn
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The X And Y
You're own your own now
Touch and go
Like an old proposition
You cover distances
Looking for the right angle
Or way by which you may complete
The equation
To solve the unknown
The equation is like a long river
Without banks
It appears calm but cold
You are an irony
Warm at night
Cold at noon
In the brightness of the whole day
Yiu cover yiur face with your scared hands
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Out of the simple consonants of the alphabet and our eleven vowels and diphthongs all possible syllables of a certain sort were constructed, a vowel sound being placed between two consonants.
quote by Hermann Ebbinghaus
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Higgs-Boson* Is A Particle, God's Not
it has always been
unfathomable to me
how physics can posit
any unified field theory
without first factoring in
the Intelligence that formed
the equation in the beginning.
i mean,
it's as if
not even
one synapse
of gravity
is given to the question
* the 'God' particle
poem by Doug Bentley
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I discovered about 150 dots is the minimum number of dots to make a specific recognizable person. You can make something that looks like a head, with fewer dots, but you won't be able to give much information about who it is.
quote by Chuck Close
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Silence is the axe
You are the vowels and I, consonants;
When was the word formed?
It must have, perhaps, in our first meet.
You are cotton and I, fire,
The gap between us hare-line,
Enough to prevent from sparking.
I do not want to be with you but in you;
I do not want you to be in me but with me.
You do not know what I feel of you
Nor have I courage to reveal it either.
Silence is the axe, the word was split.
11.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Send My Best
I wouldn't put my bets on me if I were you
I bet you find I'm not as balanced as I seem
I need to redecorate, I need some hum a thousand times a day
Can't hide anything day from you
Loving me you'll always be a slave to this confusion
So if I'm on my way to your heart
If I'm on my way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I'm on my way to your heart
Heaven help you
Some day you'll ask me what's the source of this despair
I might as well just turn my back on you and leave
'Cos it's the same damn thing everytime I try to feel somebody in
When it's too many words of silence
Loving me you'll always be a slave to this frustration
And I would be the unknown quantity in your equation
So if I'm on my way to your heart
If I'm on my way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I'm on my way to your heart
Heaven help you
I love to love you tomorrow too
But I'm unable to promise to be there for you
Reflecting's got me freaking, and you can't speed up it's so rare
I only hope, hope to love you tomorrow too
You should heed these words if you care about yourself
Try to reason deep down play this wicked game
If you get too involved then you know you got an awful lot to lose
And in the end you'll be alone, 'cos
Loving me you'll always be a slave to this frustration
And I will be the unknown quantity in your equation
So if I'm on my way to your heart
If I'm on my way to your heart
Send my best to your heart
If I'm on my way to your heart
Heaven help you
I love to love you tomorrow too
But I'm unable to promise to be there for you
Reflecting's got me freaking, and yo
song performed by by Holly Valance
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And So I Write This Poem...
because i cannot tell you
exactly the facts,
all the details that may
hurt you
and me at the end
of this
pathway where pebbles
have sharp edges
and mud is sticky and
foul
rotten leaves abound
and worms
are busy eating what
leaf is left,
because i do not want
to hurt you
neither does i want to
suffer
with self-inflicted
injuries
and so i am back
with these lines there is
no way that
you can sense that
there is something blunt
in the vowels
something unspeakable
in my consonants,
as expected,
life in dots and dashes
some blanks
too.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The algebra of poetry. For Jim as if.
OK you’ve written 2000 crap poems you say.
Now pack up this arithmetical stuff:
there’s an algebra to poetry:
equations full of unknowns:
for a start, the 2001th poem that you write
will contain 2000 times the…
well it’s a complicated equation:
it starts with the familiar
x for the expression which has improved
a thousandfold since you began;
y stands for the hundreds of times more wise
you’ve since become, by just writing poetry;
zzz is the way, that half-asleep,
an unforgettable word or line can slip into your head;
z too, for zeal and zest, that Muses love
and fly a little closer while you write..
then, it wouldn’t be a real equation without
‘squares’: for all that’s squared within your mind as poetry takes shape;
and brackets: for that intrusive, brilliant phrase
that slips between the wagons of your train of thought,
sometimes so surprising that you’re not too sure
it’s true; but trust it; tomorrow, know it’s right;
and oh so much more to this equation
of knowns equalling unknowns, spelling out a poem;
mass, energy, and the speed of light
writing themselves into some new formula
which only humility may harness;
a light to light the world with words.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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How did Biot arrive at the partial differential equation? [the heat conduction equation] . . . Perhaps Laplace gave Biot the equation and left him to sink or swim for a few years in trying to derive it. That would have been merely an instance of the way great mathematicians since the very beginnings of mathematical research have effortlessly maintained their superiority over ordinary mortals.
quote by Clifford Truesdell
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That attitude does not exist so much today, but in those days there was a very sharp distinction between basic physics and applied physics. Columbia did not deal with applied physics.
quote by Gordon Gould
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Unable To Link...
your inability to link
even to the simplest vowel
have given birth
to more consonants
and being so
the world cannot anymore speak
and now no one hears
what ought to be said...
it is always a series of departures
a train not stopping
and without breaks it falls on a deep ravine
without the vowels
you shout for help and now it comes back to you
the misfortunes that you are giving
the consonants bury you
soundlessly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Welcome Change
Change is inevitable,
But yet we fight it, just the same.
Change is essential to our evolution.
Change is going to happen,
In fact, it happens every day,
Maybe it is too small to see, or perhaps we would rather not see it.
We fight change, because we fight the unknown,
We fight the unknown, because we are scared,
Scared of change, scared of the unknown.
If we were to allow change to happen freely,
We might find solutions to the problems that exist around us,
But instead, we are hung - up on controlling everything around us.
Maybe this is the problem with the world today.
Everyone assumes control of everything and does not allow nature to run her course.
Maybe this is why, we have devastating fall out from Nature,
Natural catastrophic disasters, such as fire and flooding.
We fight change, therefore we are fighting nature and her natural being and her existence
in the world that she has created by God's hand and has graciously allowed us to be a
part of .
We should welcome change and allow nature to control our destiny.
Change is uncontrollable,
Change is inevitable,
Change is the unknown.
Nature takes pride in being one of life's illusive wonders, the unknown.
poem by Gina Whitacre
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I reason, Earth is short
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I reason, Earth is short—
And Anguish—absolute—
And many hurt,
But, what of that?
I reason, we could die—
The best Vitality
Cannot excel Decay,
But, what of that?
I reason, that in Heaven—
Somehow, it will be even—
Some new Equation, given—
But, what of that?
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A Beautiful Mind
i have made most important discovery of my life of career
most important discovery of my life
is only mysterious equation of love
but i large about reason to be found
i am only yet bcaz of you
u r the reason i am
u r all my reason.
poem by Khushi throne
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Life Is Algebraic
twice of x
and less of y
in a factored
equation
life is never
enough...
the search
for the best equation
is never
over....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poet's World
Taciturn oracle without a shrine
Anywhere, for there is none
That confides more than a simple pen
Conferring with myself
(The wiser, noble me) ,
Considering the problem
Of some salient delinquency...
'Go ahead', urges the word
Recognize it for some meaning
Brought about by this experience
Then, when you have separated the telling detail
Out of the remotest complexity
Gradually, you will efface with significance
The torrent of ridiculousness...
I need only one to begin
Unraveling, a loosened thread
Stretching out points before my eyes
Like stars, so many that I gasp a wish
Upon but a few passing by...
These are the dots that connected create
The contour of some primitive shape...
Tracings by word-dots magnified
Less sleek than the pictures therein described
Pattern without tangibility of form
Gracefully, the spectra materializes more...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Tiny Words
Who am I?
What I am?
..dont really know..
Today right now
I think I feel to be
nothingness or
just a minuscule
dot
Almost invisible
in these immensities
can't see myself..
cannot find me..
but hey! ! guess what? !
other minuscule dot I hope
is out there thousand and
thousand miles away
this dot, it seems to me,
does
think and wonders.
of my minuscule heart
my thought my doing
Woww! Awww..
Isn't that amasing? !
here I am!
no more lost
These dots:
are never meant to see
or touch..
each are soo far away..
too far
still
soo close.. sometimes
they stretch a rope
from one to other
become more close
..by closing eyes..
dreaming of
touch smell taste
such a new feel
new spinning dance
new colours
amasingly the world around
transforms
everything
becomes soo small
reduced to dots
and so
two, three, millions dots
tinny, little.. quietly
just for a second. right
now
transform..
in one..
they grow and grow
what do I see
one very very biig big heart..
these dots..might bring
some drops
of happiness or sadness
what are these dots?
maybe, no more than
little tiny words..
poem by Elena Sandu
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