On what can we now place our hopes of solving the many riddles which still exist as to the origin and composition of cosmic rays? It must be emphasized here above all that to attain really decisive progress greater funds must be made available.
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Idiosyncrasy
Speculation is full of riddles.
Trading is full of problems.
Coveting a woman is full of risk.
Solving the riddles,
Overcoming the problems
And braving the risk
Are the sources of pleasure.
To invent riddles to solve,
To create problems to overcome,
And to assume risk to come through
Are man’s idiosyncrasy-
To create difficulties
For the pleasure of solving them.
23.012.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In order to make further progress, particularly in the field of cosmic rays, it will be necessary to apply all our resources and apparatus simultaneously and side-by-side; an effort which has not yet been made, or at least, only to a limited extent.
quote by Victor Francis Hess
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A feeling that was possibly generated by experiences in my previous work on cosmic rays; more likely it was inborn and was the reason why, as a young man, I went into the field of cosmic rays.
quote by Bruno Rossi
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There are tons of people who are late to trends by nature and adopt a trend after it's no longer in fashion. They exist in mutual funds. They exist in clothes. They exist in cars. They exist in lifestyles.
quote by Jim Cramer
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Pray Sincerely
There may exist various types of lamps
They'd have been from different camps.
They may exist made of various materials
They may be made for the Imperials.
They may exist in divergent shapes
In multifarious forms even as of grapes.
They may exist in many hues predominant
Made of disparate colours prominent.
They may contain oils multiform
Each with a varying viscosity norm.
They may hold distinct types of wicks
Each made of diverse sticks and picks.
Though the lamps are amply diversified
In all aspects they are one from inside.
And when all of them are ignited
Lo! They are in the same way lighted!
All have the same light energy of flame
A gas in excited state, the plasma—to name.
All forms of lamps from their foundation
Emit the same brilliant illumination.
There may exist different views of the Divine
And different paths may exist to reach the Divine.
But the mode of approach to attain the goal
Is our sincere effort to pray with heart and soul.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Mr. Riddle
I like riddles,
how about you.
I can say this,
can you too?
I like riddles,
how about you?
colors.
white and black.
you had tack.
I like riddles.
you play the fiddle.
i have a book,
you have a nook.
I like riddles,
how about you?
guess my answer
to your question.
If you don't know
my answer to this riddle,
I'll make you a deal,
But remember,
all deals come with a price.
10/14/12
poem by Regan Galloway
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There were two qualities about the mutual funds of the 1920s that made them extremely speculative. One was that they were heavily leveraged. Two, mutual funds were allowed to invest in other mutual funds.
quote by Ron Chernow
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There is no greater impediment to progress in the sciences than the desire to see it take place too quickly.
quote by Georg C. Lichtenberg
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You...
Inside, when I search the corners of my mind
I cannot find a place where you do not exist
The thought of you pressing yourself against my body
The thought of our embrace brings comfort to my soul
Even as I walk along a picture perfect beach
Waves lapping at my feet, you are still with me
Within my heart and soul you bring warmth
Like the sun that licks my skin
I feel the rays seering into my bones
Just as your soul the very essence of you
Is burned into the core of my being,
The door to my heart always ajar to you
The blueprint of you will not change now
You live within me... For all eternity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Riddles And Riddles And More Riddles
the riddles are not getting rid of me
and they keep on multiplying riddles and riddles and riddles
without a hint as to the answer
but i am not at all surprised or frightened or eager to answer each
mystery, i am relaxed and comforted to the idea of
myself:
i am a question without an answer.
everyday i grow and i know not where these tendrils are anchoring themselves.
i go where the wind hushes where i think i may feel better.
i put my feet on the ground and the ground moves like a planet orbiting
its own path within its unknown universe.
i breathe the air to live some days more but what is it that makes me alive?
i am not frightened anymore.
I get used to all these: i do not know. yes, i do not know. but
i am.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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COSMIC...by talile ali
COSMIC
THERE'S SOMETHING COSMIC
BETWEEN ME AND YOU
AND I DON'T WANNA MESS IT UP
WITH SEX
AM I WRONG
TO BE SO ATTRACTED TO YOU
DAMN, YOUR HOTTER THAN
ANYONE EXPECT
SO, WHAT AM I GONNA DO
WHILE YOUR OUT
LOOKIN FOR LOVIN I SEE
IF THATS GONNA BE
THE REALITY FOR YOU
THEN I HOPE YOU GET THAT LOVIN
FROM ME
LIFE IS SHORT, WHAT CAN I SAY
I DON'T WANNA WASTE
ANY MORE TIME
IF THERE'S A CHANCE THAT
I CAN BE WITH YOU
THEN, DAMN,
I BETTER MAKE YOU MINE
THE WORLDS A WONDERFUL PLACE
AND I WANNA BE IN IT
WITH YOU
EITHER TALKIN BOUT OUR
HOPES AND DREAMS
AND FREQUENTLY LICKING YOU, TOO
BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT THINK
HOW DELICIOUS IT WOULD BE
WAKING UP NEXT TO YOU
poem by Talile Ali
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The essence of morality is a questioning about morality and the decisive move of human life is to use ceaselessly all light to look for the origin of the opposition between good and evil.
quote by Georges Bataille
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The essence of morality is a questioning about morality; and the decisive move of human life is to use ceaselessly all light to look for the origin of the opposition between good and evil.
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Eye Of Heaven
Oh! Eye of heaven
Don’t look at thy servant
Extraordinarily observant
Looking on things, or maybe remnants
Yellow are your rays
That freely touches my face
Light has come to me from you
To discern the color and hue
Eye of heaven
Don’t look at thy servant’s face
For I will only hold my place
Under your blinding rays
Eye of heaven
Yet you are great
But never much greater
To the Greatest Creator
poem by Jermaine Alonzo
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I Never Thought Of It That Way
I disagree!
I think I happen to be among the few,
Who believes they have succeeded tremendously.
Look around.
Observe.
What do you see?
'I see a waste of human energy! '
Go on...
And?
'I see a breakdown of dignity and self respect.'
And?
'I see a mess!
That's not progress.'
Who's talking about 'progress'?
I'm talking about what they've succeeded to do!
And it had to have been what they wanted...
Or this condition would not exist.
Hey...?
Maybe from their point of view,
We are witnessing THEIR 'progress'.
I never thought of it that way!
Maybe that's why they reject our version of unity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great progress was made when arbitration treaties were concluded in which the contracting powers pledge in advance to submit all conflicts to an arbitration court, treaties which not only specify the composition of the court, but also its procedure.
quote by Ludwig Quidde
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Get Some Rest
Getting little rest...
Isn't what's suggested is the best thing.
But...
Once one is committed,
It's difficult to quit.
Like many would would rather sit,
Just to...
Reminisce a bitterness,
Or...
Ignore the taking of those risks,
To...
Excuse the value of it.
And as a bit of a reminder...
Progress isn't made by sitting.
Progress isn't made by quitting.
Progress takes sacrificing,
What is wanted and what one likes.
And...
Progress isn't made by wishing.
Progress isn't made by shrinking...
Away to sneak a taste of cake,
While awaiting for someone else to make.
And...
Progress isn't made by sitting.
No.
Progress isn't made by quitting.
no.
Progress takes sacrificing,
What one wants, prefers and likes.
And,
Getting little rest...
Isn't what's suggested is the best thing.
But...
Once one is committed,
It's difficult to quit.
Like many would would rather sit,
Just to...
Reminisce a bitterness,
Or...
Ignore the taking of those risks,
To...
Excuse the value of it.
And as a bit of a reminder...
Get up and be tough.
Know,
To quit is not the best thing.
But...
Enough is enough.
And...
When it gets too rough,
You can...
Decide to get tougher.
But...
Get your rest.
Remember,
You can't do nuthin without...
Getting some rest.
You've got to,
Get your rest.
You've got to,
Get some rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fire goes upwards
Fire goes upwards
Fire goes towards sun
Water goes downwards
Water goes towards ocean.
Stone falls where there is earth
The place of its origin
I go with me
Where you are
My sain(God) .
You are the place
Of origin of all
that is final and all.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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As It Is! It Is...As It Is
This stirred inside me,
Long before I spoke.
Or said a word first.
Few concepts come to sit,
Premeditated to rehearse...
Before I come out with it.
As you see it...
So do I.
And I marvel at its composition.
Sometimes wishing,
I admit...
I could rearrange the topic that exists.
But...
As it is!
It is...
As it is.
Inquisitive I am as well,
From where the origin of this dwells.
But...
As it is!
It is...
As it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunshine Estate
There is a place which I have created
It is fictional, it is mine
Called Sunshine Estate
In this place, everyone is happy
People who hurt people do not exist
So no one is hurt
In this place, everyone is simple
People who create drama do not exist
So there is never any
In this place, everyone is normal
People do not judge
So prejudice does not exist
In this place, the sun always shines
Even when it rains
So there is still a rainbow
In Sunshine Estate
Everything and everyone is perfect
and Everyone is happy
pity its just a place of my imagination
poem by Tahlia Hilton
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