STAND!

https://web.njit.edu/~newrev/3.0/stroffolino1.html

Canvas the town and brush the backdrop...

Are you sleeping... Brother John?

An edifice comes tumbling down.   

The future belongs not to those fighting to maintain ideals, but to those with fresh ideas and minds bent on problem-solving.  

Power, Corruption and Butterflies

My flower garden out back. Native plantings coming up from seed - some this year, some the next.

 

Did I mention I have a house? Last year. A miracle! I barely survived. A story to tell some time. More like several stories... just enjoy the pretty picture for now. 😁

Back on the cloud!

@insectoid_intelligence · EXOplanet (Dub)

Once, more than several years ago, while high on LSD, I walked across a bridge over the Mississippi River. Rather than becoming anxious about the drop, I found myself in an unusually calm state of mind as I approached the center of the span, which seemed like a giant runway arching up to cloud level at some kind of colossal cosmic airport. It was around then that I started to become aware of a distinct impression as I walked along. Or rather, it was perhaps just the same impression as always, but something about it had definitely changed in a profound, yet fairly indescribable way. 

Be that as it may, I'll try to explain it: quite suddenly I ceased to remain aware of myself as a person slowly walking along across the top surface of a stationary bridge. Instead - as one might have to say it - there was a bridge that was walking itself along beneath my feet, rotating slowly under me, while I remained entirely stationary above it, save for the repetitive pedaling motion of my legs.

We know, by now, that all motion is relative to the observer. Intuitively, I might speculate that this "illusion" was caused mainly by the specific set (or lack) of visual cues typically encountered when standing or walking on a tall, narrow structure, in addition to the profoundly disassociative effects of the acid. But the experience has nevertheless stayed with me for reasons I can't entirely explain. It seems to me, even now, that the way I looked at motion then wasn't fundamentally wrong.

After all, what exactly is an observer?