| Subject: Re: Half-baked theories only, please |
| From: "Pale.Pink." <Pale.Pink.Meta.Gases@hush.ai> |
| Date: 11/11/2005, 20:02 |
| Newsgroups: alt.alien.visitors,alt.paranet.ufo |
Earl Dombroski wrote:
It was all made very clear in this one word: peddled.
The health benefit of speed reading while taking vitamin pills comes
from peddling on an exercycle while doing so.
But in order for those vitamin pills to work, they need to interact
with food. Good food, like a tasty barbequed chicken or trout... yes,
a nice barbequed trout, with some raw califlower on the side with ranch
dressing, and twice-baked potatoes. Because trout and califlower are
delicate brain foods, I'd go for the more temper-mental red-skinned
Russetts for this meal.
I'll bet if they ate like this on Atlantis, it would never have sunk in
the first place. Which raises a good point - perhaps Atlantis HAD to
sink in order to create the cuisine power vacuum necessary for the
evolution of really good barbeque. This would prove by inference that
Atlanteans preferred damp-roasting (a contradiction of terms) their
meat.
So, there it is: Atlanteans propagating the belief that you don't need
to exercise or take your vitamins, while at the same pushing the idea
that the words damp and roast go in the same sentence as meat, and, to
top it off, standing in the way of evolution - it's no wonder they were
struck down.
It's amazing how the synchronic mysteries unfold.
Earl
The unfolding is the natural process like that of yeast bread. ...
Bread being the mana of our species, this process is an essential
metaphor for life. The baker while kneading folds the earlobe-soft
dough in a similar fashion to the way a multitude of atoms work
together to fold into waves on the beaches everywhere. A rhytmic
folding of arms, a folding into oneself, as the Tao teaches, of those
we love and those things which are one in all. We fold together all
our experiences in the name of ourselves, as Whitman shows us in his
Song of Myself, and we blend, and we knead, throughout this ever-moving
ever-raising process ... Is it any wonder that we might call it the
"sychronic mystery"?