<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564</id><updated>2011-09-04T18:41:38.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reko Jeht</title><subtitle type='html'>WHEN YOU'RE INVISIBLE, THE ONLY ONE REALLY WATCHING YOU, is you !!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-114303662383862151</id><published>2006-03-22T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:13:20.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Well.</title><content type='html'>Funny life. Isn't it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funny how it turns. Turns you round. Turns you round and spits you out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funny how it turns your round, spits you out and rubs your face in the dirt ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lifes like that !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, for some at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some survive, some don't. Does that mean anything ? I guess not ! Well, not for us little people down hear on the streets. There is a little know fact of life that seems to amuse and bewilder some people today. It scares some and angers others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does both to me !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Most people have no idea of what it is. And others fear to tread there. It is a rather frightening thought when one thinks of it though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If a person cares to really think about it they can come to various conclusions as to a suitable metaphor for its explaination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer "A Well".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Well is abit like a building really. In some respects anyway. Sort of like this. They both have a structure on top of them, there very long and people peer down from the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now just imagine if it was a really round Well. A Well with only a few people at the top, and many people at the bottom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The people at the top just keep putting on more and more bricks at the top, and the people at the bottom keep shouting out help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eventually the people at the top have to send down a few of their own to watch the people at the bottom because they cant see them down there anymore. They send these "Spies" down there to watch the "bottom dwellers" so that they dont start to take some bricks and build a ladder out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh No, Cant Do That !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What happens to the people at the bottom when they try to do that. Well the spies send messages to the people at the top telling them what the people at the bottom are doing. What do the people at the top do in return ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They throw some bricks down to hurt the "Bottom Dwellers". They like to do it to !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is a metaphor really. I like metaphors. They make one think outside the square. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is a metaphor. A metaphor for a BANK !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banks do have "Spies" !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There called "Fraud Officers" or "Fraud Investigators". And what do these "Fraud Officers" do ? Well they give the Banks what the Banks want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL YOUR INFORMATION !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you owe money, or have ever owed money to a Bank. The Bank knows everything about you. And I mean EVERYTHING !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Financial Fraud Investigators conduct their investigations just like a government spy. They dont do anything illegal mind you, because they have given themselves all the power that they could buy from the governments of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And they want more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And they will buy MORE !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When ever they see fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And they see fit all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Financial Fraud Officers have the power and the resources to get eveything they want on you with the litteral click of a button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ever got caught selling illegal drugs ? They know ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ever got caught drink driving ? They know ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ever got caught having sex ? They dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT THEY WILL IF YOU OWE THEM MONEY !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They are trained to conduct surveillance at the highest levels. And they have the money and power behind them to do so ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So everytime you think you are being followed by the Police, everytime you think you are being followed by the Government. Your'e probably not ! But you can bet your last dollar that if you are being followed, and you have noticed it, then it is more likely to be a Bank Fraud Investigator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why do they want to follow you ? Well they want to throw your butt in jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And please believe me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOSE BARSTARDS LAUGH WHEN THEY DO IT TO ! ! !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( No offence to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spooks ! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-114303662383862151?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/114303662383862151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=114303662383862151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/114303662383862151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/114303662383862151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2006/03/well.html' title='The Well.'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113824468214477491</id><published>2006-01-25T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:27:03.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence, Stairs, Knowledge, and Space / Time Travel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or, "How to evolve ones own head".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Intelligence. What is it really? Arr, that is the question isn’t it. Everybody, well most of us, wish to be more intelligent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To become more intelligent is an easy task that any person can perform. A bit like “Product Procurement” from a business perspective. If a business wishes to make lots of money then they need to have a product to sell to a customer. Simple right. A business won’t get rich without having a vehicle to carry it on that path. Without the vehicle the business is just another lonely traveller on the path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, how does this relate to intelligence. Well. A person cannot suddenly become more intelligent. That is highly unlikely or next to impossible. They have to work at it. Slowly but surely. You see, knowledge is like a staircase. And everybody knows that you have to be able to walk before you can run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When a baby begins to walk it takes a few simple steps at first. Falls over and cries. People, when embarking on the task of gaining a better education, follow a similar process. They take a few simple steps first, fall down, realise that the process is hard, and then cry because they cant do it. Think of it like this. A person enters an educational institution, realises that its hard work, and gives up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To become intelligent one has to at first, take small steps. Because that is how intelligence works. The process is very much similar to a staircase. Only in this case the stairs are all different sizes. To become intelligent, you have to climb the stairs. There is no other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When embarking on this process, a person will find that their knowledge does not increase on an exponential curve. Their knowledge grows in leaps and bounds. These are the stairs, and the entire process of learning is the staircase. However, each stair, is a different height and length. Hence the leaps and bounds analogy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Upon climbing each step, a person has, in essence, raised their knowledge. At the beginning of the climb, the person can only see the way up. Until they have climbed a few stairs. Then they can see a bit of the view. So they climb a few more stairs, up and up and up. And then they can see further. And, they can also see back down the staircase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay. So lets assume that a person is a fairway up the staircase. And they decide to look down. What do they see? “Well, they see stairs” you say. Yes, that is true. But, what do they see if they truly look. And by that I mean stepping forward just enough so that they can see clearly up and down the staircase. What do they see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If they have learnt enough by this stage they will begin to see a pattern. A pattern in the staircase it self. And that pattern is, that the stairs in the staircase are all different sizes and all different lengths. Some people, see this pattern early on in their climb. Others see it much later. And still, others don’t ever see it at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When the person gets to this stage in their climb, and has seen the pattern, they notice that they can now jump down the stairs and back up again. Landing on whatever stair they choose. However many times they choose. At this stage though, they still cant go above the stair they finally reached. They still have more climbing to do. So, off they go. Climbing once again. But now, when they get to a stair, they can jump back down to a similar stair and then back up again to continue on their climb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At some specific point on their climbing journey, they have to stop. They have to stop because they have reached the “Special Stair”. Upon climbing up on to this special stair, they realise something. Something monumental! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This stair is a very special stair indeed. Because upon reaching this stair they realise that they can now jump to any stair on the staircase. Both up, and down. It is here, at this stair, that they can see the full pattern that the staircase uses. And, they can also see the patterns of similar stairs themselves. And they realise that they can now jump up and down the staircase to different stairs with similar patterns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Much like the theory of Space / Time Travel. They have basically reached a “Worm Hole” in their education. Because, by jumping to any stair on the staircase, they are basically performing the same process as a space / time traveller would on their journey. Jumping to any point in space and or time. And to learn something new, our staircase climber, can jump there in an instant. Because they now understand how the staircase was built. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes, new stair climbers, don’t climb all the stairs themselves, but still reach the special stair. On these peoples journeys, they have met an old stair climber. An old stair climber who has climbed to the special stair themselves. This old stair climber, offers the new stair climber a lift, but has certain stops to make on the way. These stops, the old climber says to the new climber, are so that they will understand the special stair when they get there. For if they don’t stop at these stairs, the new climber will not learn to jump, and will probably fall all the way back down the stairs. Bumping bumping bumping all the way down to the bottom. When the old climber, gets the new climber to the special stair, the old climber shows the new climber, the secret to jumping up and down the staircase. For it is written on the “Special Stair”, and, on every stair itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“And what are the words that are written on each and every stair” you ask? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;“ SYSTEMS THEORY ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113824468214477491?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113824468214477491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113824468214477491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113824468214477491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113824468214477491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2006/01/intelligence-stairs-knowledge-and.html' title='Intelligence, Stairs, Knowledge, and Space / Time Travel.'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113750480374361980</id><published>2006-01-17T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T05:46:43.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens, Technology and Ant Hills !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ever Seen a UFO ? You Won't !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aliens. Now that seems like a good blog for the next aeon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why is it that modern day peoples and scientists alike seem to decry and defame those who "claim" to have seen a UFO. By its true definition, the term "UFO" means "Unidentified Flying Object". To me, and the many others, this means an object in the sky that is as yet unexplainable. It does not necessarily imply that a being from another world has landed in your front yard. Thats just the neighbours cat pooping in your garden again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If one thinks of the time scale of the Universe, then it is relatively easy to form the conclusion, that life may have started in some other part of the Universe not local to the Human species. Given this, it is also easy to deduce that other intelligences may already be out there. And thriving. Some of which may have been here. Some of which may have not. Some of which may have even passed by our little planet without our knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can hear the detractors spires fall, as they band together to eradicate the beast from the village !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take this analogy for example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an Ant (nothing personal) . A tiny little Black one. You live in an ant hill. You are the Queen Ant. One day you decide that you dont like your ant hill, and decide to move house and build a new one. About 100 meters away. You put out the order, and you and all the other little Ants move to the new ant hill site and begin to build a new one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwhile, about 1 kilometer away, there is another ant hill. This ant hill has been there for many years. When this ant hill was first built, it was only a small ant hill. But, over time, it has grown to be quite large. And now contains many many ants. These ants are not Black. They are Brown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, one of the tasks that you, as Queen of the ant hill, has to perform is to have worker ants build the tracks that all your ants will follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwhile, at the other ant hill, this task was completed many years ago. And the tracks are firmly established. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now is the time for thinking !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your ant hill, or civilisation, is only just beginning to be built. The other ant hill and its civilisation has been firmly established for many years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you, as Queen of one of the ant hills know that the other ant hill exists ? And, does the other Queen of the other ant hill know that you exist ? No. Neither of you can. The distance is far to great for a few ants to transverse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a small bird knows of both of you !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One day, while out on a scouting patrol, a few of you ants are attacked by the small bird. And some are taken away. These ants run back to you and tell you the following story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Queen Ant, we were out scouting and something came down from the sky and took our friends away". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You say, "Thats Preposterous. What did this thing look like." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They answer, "Well it seemed to have feet, but they didn't look like feet. It seemed to have eyes, but they didn't look like eyes. It seemed to have a head and body, but it didn't look like a head and body". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you finally say, "You are all relived of your duties, go see the ant doctor, you are all suffering from ant disease". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And off they trot, the laughing stock of your ant hill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwhile, on the same day, at the other ant hill, the little bird lands. He has been here before. The ants at this ant hill are ready for him. They have changed over time and have bred soldier ants to protect the colony. Many years ago, a wise ant wrote a book about the bird, and the ants have been reading it ever since. This time they are ready for the bird. And the soldier ants go out to meet him. A few are lost, but they eventually drive him away by biting his feet. However, many many ants still do not believe that the bird even exists, and laugh at those that do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, the ants have seen something, but they can't explain what it was that they seen. They know that they seen something, but are laughed at, decryed and defamed. This kind of action goes on for many years in both the ant colonies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwhile, every now and then, when all is calm and the worker ants are out working in their little groups, a big brown bird appears swooping down from the sky. It chases the little black bird away. This bird quickly takes its feed of ants and moves onto the next ant collony. Yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On this day, some of your worker ants run back to you and explain, that some of the worker ants just disappeared. They never seen a thing. One moment they were there, the next they wern't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay. Now here is the heavy part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What you need to do here is think about this story and remember the basic way it pans out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After you have done that, supplant the Ants colonies for two different intelligent species on two differrent worlds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Supplant the small black bird for a different species altogether. And supplant the big brown bird for another species altogether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The book the little black ant wrote is analogous to the Bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The brown ant colony is a more technically advanced civilisation than the black ant colony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The black bird is a vastly superior civilisation to both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the brown bird is the civilisation who is superior to all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now reread the title of this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ever Seen a UFO ? You Won't !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113750480374361980?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113750480374361980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113750480374361980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113750480374361980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113750480374361980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2006/01/aliens-technology-and-ant-hills.html' title='Aliens, Technology and Ant Hills !'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113742612153915204</id><published>2006-01-16T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:55:38.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There’s no fate but what we make for ourselves !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Internet ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What is it ? Really ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What is the Internet? I was told once ( or twice! ) . By people that thought that I knew jack. Hmmm. Interesting concept there ! I know one thing. The Internet is not the be all and end all of everything. And I know another thing ! That everything is definately NOT on the Internet !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe, thats the whole process of the Internet. To become a vast repository of decentralised information that is obtainable to a vast majority of the Earths populace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or, should that be, the last suppository for the information stored by the Earths populace ? Interesting concept there !!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember a time. A time of chaos. (Whoops, sorry, thats out of a movie) . I remember a time when the Internet wasn't there. I was but a wee nipper (metaphorically speaking of course, not physically. Although,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I have asked a lady or two (or three) if they would ablige me by becomming a wee nipper. LOL) Interesting concept there !!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, I shall digress back to my original train of thought. The Internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I shall, tell all and sundry, here and now, that the Inernet is a vast and quantifiable behemoth, that may eventually become Humanities representation of a Deity. Now that is an interesting concept !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why do I think that, one may ask. Well, its just an extrapolation of the Internets current tasks and duties to Humanity. How many of us now just do a search when we have a WTF moment (a WTF moment, is a moment when a person asks the question, "what the **** ?". As opposed to an answer that a person has to another, when another person does something stupid. This is called an FM moment, where FM means "**** me"). Simple concept really. A snowball doesn't get smaller now does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The future has imploded into the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;With no nuclear war, the new battlefields are people’s minds and souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Megacorporations are the new government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The computer generated info domains are the new frontiers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There is better living through science and chemistry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We are all becoming cyborgs.&lt;br /&gt;The computer is the new “cool tool,” and though we say “all information should be free,” it is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Information is power and currency in the virtual world we inhabit, so mistrust authority.&lt;br /&gt;Cyberpunks are the true rebels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cyberculture is coming in under the radar of ordinary society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;An unholy alliance of the tech world, and the world of organized dissent.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the cybercorporation.&lt;br /&gt;Cyberpunks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Billy Idol's 'Cyberpunk'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And with the new technologies that are due to be manufactured sometime in the near future, we shall all be connected. Like a proverbial wiretap to the Deity. And, I might add. All connected to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Given that scenario, it makes me think that someone may oneday produce a new kind of computer virus. Just imagine if we were all connected to each other via an Electronic Interface. If I was a virus writer, (in the future of course) . I could produce a polymorphic stealth virus that would infect the entire population. But, I hear you say. What would a virus like that do ? Well, there would be no need for a payload. Because, a virus like that in the future, could make everybody lose their own load. All at the same time !!! Interesting concept there !!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even more interesting, is if one considers the prospect of a virus like that entering into an endless loop ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For x = -1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;x = x +1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Print "You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals. Let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Next x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, if one was adept at the black arts of Furtive Information Technology Procurement (Or Hacking) . Then, one would theoretically be able, in the future, to delete another. Or, as the saying goes, "Targetted for Termination". (Anybody seen Sarah lately ???) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By that stage, we will all be cyborgs !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of which, does anybody know "The Terminators" real name ? I do. Why, its "Alby Beck" of course !!! He even says his name in the movie. Just before he crashes his car through the police Station doors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator wouldn't stop, it would never leave him. It would never hurt him or shout at him or get drunk and hit him or say it was too busy to spend time with him. And it would die to protect him. Of all the would be fathers that came over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only thing that measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice. "By Sarah Connor - Terminator Two [voiceover] "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113742612153915204?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113742612153915204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113742612153915204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113742612153915204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113742612153915204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-no-fate-but-what-we-make-for.html' title='There’s no fate but what we make for ourselves !'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113699548225128726</id><published>2006-01-11T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:12:33.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast n Loud. Punk n Proud !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Where did all the punks go ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was a time to remember wasn't it ! I had heaps of mates that were punks. Dont even know where any of them are now. I think some died on the needle, others moved away, others grew out of it, and then there's me. A lonely little punk sitting on the footpath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo Hoo Fuckin Hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am impressed with the younger generation in my family at least.&lt;br /&gt;One nephew who was into punk (the new punk that is).&lt;br /&gt;Another nephew who is into heavy metal (both old and new stuff).&lt;br /&gt;And my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves punk, and the fact that I was a punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed her all my old punk clothes, which I still have. Smells and all !!! I showed her my old records (yes there vinal - real vinal). I even showed her old photos of my friends and me. Well the photos I could find. She even likes the music. And that I like very much !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even told her about a friend I write to in another country who was a punk as well. She was very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was I when she wanted to wear my old studded boots and jacket. She wouldn't take the shoes off ! And asked if she could have the jacket ! She looked so cute. Generation two is growing up fast !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too fast if you ask me. She became a woman whilst she was staying with me over christmas. I was a bit confused for awhile, but I got everything she needed and explained to her what was happening. With the help of a few good websites. (Lucky the pictures were not real - now thats a scary thought).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a pisces, just like dad, but prettier. And she loves poker. Texas holdem, omaha, and seven card stud. She plays really well. Too well for me sometimes. Its like she makes the cards come to her. Very very hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows when to play the right move on you, when to go all in, when to wait for the flop, and when to fold. Worst of all, she knows how to suck you out !!! She just sits there with no expresion on her face. I didn't teach her that !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really is an ACE. Its her initials !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Punks not dead at all". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Punks not dead at all". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Punks not dead at all". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Punks not dead I know its not."       Wattie - The Exploited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113699548225128726?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113699548225128726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113699548225128726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113699548225128726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113699548225128726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2006/01/fast-n-loud-punk-n-proud.html' title='Fast n Loud. Punk n Proud !'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113412977586643126</id><published>2005-12-09T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:09:36.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception, Deception, and Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A Picture Says A Thousand Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But a picture can be edited !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I believe, that I should post a post, that relates to the title above. As I read some other posts on someone elses blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am not about to tell those scholars that have studied psychology or others what reality is. That would be counter productive to what they as individuals have learnt in their studies at their prospective instituions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What I will tell them, and anyone else that cares to view this posting, is that Reality is Relative ! It is relative to the individual ! As one can see from a previoius post below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perception, Deception and Reality are malleable qualities that exist in the collective whole that, we, as humans, define as "Reality". Believe me! I have the street experience to back it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How do I arrive at this conclusion you may well ask. Well, being a Private Investigator is a good grounding for any type of Perception, Deception, Reality manipulation. It is an Art ! Countless times during my work I have stood next to people and conversed with them in disguise. All the time manipulating their perceptions of a specific aspect of a case. Some of whom were, as the education systems defines, "Well Educated". More often that not, those people were the easiest to deceive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Disguise is a common technique, for those of us who perform in this role to earn our living. Although, not necessarily physical. As are others. All of the qualities that Perception, Deception and Reality define are easy to manipulate if one has the inherent education. An education that usually comes from the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, booksmarts are a wonderful thing, but they fail into insignificance when confronted with a savvy streetsmart individual. How many of us, partake in our daily lives, with not even a second thought as to our immediate surroundings ? Be truthful, how many! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is a quick test to see if you understand or believe what I am saying here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Q. The last time that you went to a public place, how many people were in the direct vicinity? What were they doing? Who was the proverbial "Man in Charge"? What were others doing? Who was the person sitting in a corner away from others and the lime light? What colour were the walls? What was the general type of clothing worn by most people? Etc etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What one perceives as "Real", is, in some situations, DEFINATELY NOT ! The human mind expects to see what it expects to see! Forget the buggings and phone taps, as portrayed in movies. That, although it does happen, is about as far from the truth as one could get! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The manipulation of a persons perceptions and reality occurs on a far far more personal level. Booksmarts, coupled with Streetsmarts, are a far better education than that provided by any educational instiution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And when you have been six foot away from someone, in their own house, you will believe that to !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" She says the jungle... it just came alive and took him. By Poncho, in the movie Predator".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113412977586643126?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113412977586643126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113412977586643126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113412977586643126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113412977586643126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2005/12/perception-deception-and-reality.html' title='Perception, Deception, and Reality'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113403907819836821</id><published>2005-12-08T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:04:29.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Beats, Law and Turtles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twizzle Twazzle Twozzle Twome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for this one to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, tonight, the 8 December 2005, I played in my Poker tourno again. And what a short game it was for me! Let me tell you that! I was about second on my table to be busted out. I only came in 64 th position. A bit of a bad beat for me one could say !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Still I guess I learnt something. I learnt that one cannot always win! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong." - Joseph Chilton Pearce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was short stacked and the only option that I had was to go "all in". I had already put heaps into the pot, so what option did I really have. Zip, Nada. I had two pair, 10's and 7's. The lady who beat me and the other man that went out with me, had a flush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Still, I beleive that I won in another area today. The Government finally updated the "Family Law Act". After 30 years! Gives fathers a better leg to stand on now. Fathers are now going to receive about the same amount of time with their children as mothers. There will be stronger penalties for parents who do not comply with Family Court Orders, and women must prove "reasonable" fear of violence. Which means that the father must have been charged and convicted of an offence, not just the mere allegation of an offence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mind you, I am not biased against women, hell, there are some truly great women out there that are doing wonders for the people of the earth. There is a woman at the college I go to, who has a full time job, studies at night, and has four children ! Even my own sister went to her business. And she was dying of cancer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone here and there who thinks and feels with us, and though distant, is close to us in spirit - this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden." - Johann von Goethe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh well, there is always next week. Hopefully I wont get low cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope." - Martin Luther King, Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My posts are a bit left of center. I like them that way. I was told by a very dear friend of mine that I should get one. So I did! At first, I thought that I wouldn't like it that much, but, I have found that I do. So, thank you!!! You are one of the nicest people I have ever had the good fortune to meet !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Freindship. Its like love really! Or gambling! You never know if your going to win or lose. I lost in the love stakes. Lost big time ! Really wish I could play that hand again! But only keep what I won and not worry about who I played against and what I had to bet. Now thats a bad beat !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Help me, Mr. Wizard! I don't want to be a looser in love anymore! - Tooter the Turtle". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Twizzle Twazzle Twozzle Twome, Time for this one to come home. - Mr Wizard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I might repeat myself here "Still I guess I learnt something. I learnt that one cannot always win!". Gee, I thought that I already knew that ! Maybe not ! Maybe I was playing short stacked ? Maybe I went "all in" when I knew deep down I should have folded. That sounds like the truth to me. All in when I should have folded ! Humpf. Never doing that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I still don't know what I was waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;And my time was running wild,&lt;br /&gt;A million dead end streets and,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I thought I'd got it made,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the taste was not so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;So I turned myself to face me,&lt;br /&gt;But I've never caught a glimpse,&lt;br /&gt;Of how the others must see the faker,&lt;br /&gt;I'm much too fast to take that test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Changes - By David Bowie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113403907819836821?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113403907819836821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113403907819836821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113403907819836821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113403907819836821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2005/12/bad-beats-law-and-turtles.html' title='Bad Beats, Law and Turtles'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113394652943265660</id><published>2005-12-07T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:11:11.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Theory, Chaos Theory and Nuclear War</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Poker Is Life Is Poker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Poker. I was taught to play poker when I was but a wee little boy. About 7 I was. By my parents. Not Texas Holdem mind you, but, Poker none the less! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you watch people play Poker, and you have played for awhile yourself, you begin to notice things. Personally, I think Poker theory is a great theory for life in general. Why? Well here is a small example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lets say a person is talking to the workplace “know all”. The “know all” is talking to the person about nothing in particular. Every time the person opens their mouth to speak or voice an opinion, the “know all” has a better answer, or knows something else about what the conversation is about. Infuriating !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The “know all” is just basically “coming over the top” as in poker! He doesn’t know when to fold his hand ! Obviously, the “know all” has never listened to “The Gambler by Kenny Rogers”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;“You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away, know when to run”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The only way to beat people like this is, is to play the game as a game of poker. Call when they call, re raise when they raise, come over the top when they go all in ! Eventually, they fold !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Think of it like the stock market. Boom or Bust! It just depends where you invest your money !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People do it all the time. Children, sports teams, groups, and so do Governments. Governments have played the game of Poker many many times. And they are still playing. Chaos, utter chaos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Governments just keep raising the pot. Like an out of control population. Exponentially raising the re raise ad infinitum. Heres an example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, lets say that Government A, is having a dispute with Government B, over item X. Government A has been dealt a pair of Kings. So, with a big hand like that, they bet. Government B in the mean time, sees that they hold a pair of Aces. So they call. Government A does not like this action, and raises. In effect, raising the stakes of the game. Government B, holds their ground and re raises. Government A, again, does not like this action and posts a re raise. Now we come to the flop, turn and river (for the sake of the example). Government B, has been dealt three Aces, “Trips”. Meanwhile Government A has been dealt four of a kind Kings. And wins the pot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sound silly? Well not when you think of it like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Population Dynamics and Chaos Theory show us that populations of little beasties rise exponentially in good conditions. Much like the Human Race has done. Raising and re raising all the time. The population of the little beasties at some stage reaches a point where they all die. Sad, but true! A sort of mini Armageddon for the little beasties. A “Bad Beat” if you will. Now think of the Government example above, but instead of wining a pot, they throw nuclear missiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And the only ones that survive a game like that, are the short stacked. Because they got up and left the table a long time ago !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And, like it says in the Bible, “The meek shall inherit the Earth”! (Matthew, ch5 v5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Stumbling through the rubble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My heads in a spin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hear them fighting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The war no one can win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Last Rockers - Vice Squad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113394652943265660?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113394652943265660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113394652943265660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113394652943265660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113394652943265660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2005/12/poker-theory-chaos-theory-and-nuclear.html' title='Poker Theory, Chaos Theory and Nuclear War'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113385339972480993</id><published>2005-12-05T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:16:39.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Sand and Fog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensory Deprivation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ The Only Way To Live ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some person parked across  my driveway today! They had a flat tyre! Of all the places to park, why would someone choose to park across anothers driveway ? I guess they are lucky I didn't have their car towed away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why would I do that you ask? Well, I live on a main road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My, my the sun is pie. There's fodder for the cannons and the guilty ones, Can all sleep safely, all sleep safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Still, the telephoto lens came in handy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey hey, night fights day. There's food for the thinkers and the innocents, Can all live slowly, all live slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What would have happened if Neo had said "No" to drugs ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why are there only seven deadly sins and not thirteen or six hundred and sixty six for that matter ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If the drug extasy is so good, why does it usually kill people ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I followed a woman when I was on the job once. Half way across the city. Sat opposite her on the train. She was on a false compensation claim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What does a person do if they find out that their therapist is in therapy ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How does a person know that their doctor is a real doctor and not a fake ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Human beings are all vulnerable to being deceived because people can misplace their trust if manipulated in certain ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What is manipulation really? Is it not just telling a lie for ones own advantage? Governments do it, employers do it, employees do it, lovers do it! Then why do we teach our children not to ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I walk down the street in an elaborate disguise, is that not lying to others to achieve a goal ? If one lies to themself, isn't that a form of disguise? A disguise of their own mental faculties by their own mind ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If one stands on their proverbial soapbox, and preaches about something they only half know, does that make them a liar ? Or an ill informed individual victimised by anothers lies ? And who of us has not done that in their life ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That is their own reality. Not the reality of the collective whole! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Reality is Relative !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ones reality is different to anothers. Individual reality is different to group reality. Group reality is different to a populations reality. And true reality is different to them all ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Poems are made up of "Stanzas". Stanzas form the reality of the poem. Therefore, a poet could be called a "Stanzatic Engineer". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surveillance is made up of "Spies". Spies convey the reality of the surveillance. Sometimes spies manipulate their "Target". If this is the case, could not surveillance experts be deemed "Perception Engineers" ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To engineer a individuals perceptions of reality would mean depriving their senses of the true reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I.E. "Sensory Deprivation". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And all the world is football shaped. It's just for me to kick in space. And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste. And I've got one, two, three, four, five. Senses working overtime. Trying to take this all in. I've got one, two, three, four, five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love." - Kahlil Gibran, "Children of Gods, Scions of Apes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113385339972480993?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113385339972480993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113385339972480993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113385339972480993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113385339972480993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2005/12/house-of-sand-and-fog.html' title='House of Sand and Fog'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113377911629310972</id><published>2005-12-05T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:20:44.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Welcome to the desert of the real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well isnt it funny, the way things pan out in life. From dissidence to authority. From stranger to freind. From lover to enemy. From chickens to bird flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Such is the lot of modern society. Oh the woe of it all! Show me the money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Does Ronald McDonald have an evil twin named "Evil Ron" ? Or is it his schizophrenic other self ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How can society know what is true and not fabricated ? Was Baudrillard right? Or were his thoughts just an extrapolation of anothers ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Truth, what does it really mean for each of us ? If I lied to a person would they really know that I had lied to them ? Would I know that I had lied to myself if I was a liar ? Would a liar know they are being lied to as an answer to a lie that they just told ? Show me the money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How come the "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" have never filed a lawsuit for being called "Mutants" ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where were the animal rights people when "King Kong" was murdered ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why didn't Alice sue the owner of the property where she fell "Tumbling down the rabbit hole" ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the woe of it all! Show me the money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why is life backwards? Why do we fall in love, then out of love ? Wouldn't that say that love is tubular ? If we fell in love, and stayed there, then love would be a well. Still we fall out. Hence the tube analogy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I imagine that right now, you're feeling a bit like Alice. Hmm? Tumbling down the rabbit hole? - Morpheus, The Matrix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How does one truly touch another without a small glimmer of doubt in eithers or both parties minds ? Why are there so many things that people just dont believe ? Why are so many people not told the truths of life before they die ? Why do most people disbelieve ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road ? And what was it doing there in the first place ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because he was trying to get away from the other chickens who had bird flu. Thats why !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113377911629310972?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113377911629310972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113377911629310972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113377911629310972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113377911629310972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2005/12/matrix.html' title='The Matrix'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19585564.post-113376347527356475</id><published>2005-12-04T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:03:42.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The Eye in the Sky ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;She says the jungle... it just came alive and took him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My my my, what bounty of dispair we have today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://projects.star.t.u-tokyo.ac.jp/projects/MEDIA/xv/oc.html"&gt;http://projects.star.t.u-tokyo.ac.jp/projects/MEDIA/xv/oc.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Still, it would help me on the path of where I am heading to.&lt;br /&gt;For I am heading into the " &lt;strong&gt;Shadows &lt;/strong&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thought for the brave and few ! - By me Reko Jeht.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shadows, a place where I was born, a place where I have lived, and a place that will make me learn to live again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be afraid of the dark as a little boy. Now I crave it! There is solitude in darkness. Beauty as well! For darkness is ubiquitous. Everywhere! Only to be broken by beauty. Look at the universe. Pervasively black, only to be broken up by the beauty of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can life accept "light" without first embracing "darkness" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and Shadows. A place where prey rest and sleep, and predators feed and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My, my, the worms are hungry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Put your ears to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me what they say.&lt;br /&gt;They grind there teeth,&lt;br /&gt;And there calling out to you,&lt;br /&gt;Cause they know your gunna join them very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From "The Masque" by "The Dark"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everything has got a moral if you can only find it. - Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19585564-113376347527356475?l=rekojeht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/feeds/113376347527356475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19585564&amp;postID=113376347527356475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113376347527356475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19585564/posts/default/113376347527356475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rekojeht.blogspot.com/2005/12/eye-in-sky.html' title='~ The Eye in the Sky ~'/><author><name>Reko Jeht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06430788983308020983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/veiledspectre/RekoJ54B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
