Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine - Emily Dickinson
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine !
Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,
For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.
All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,
God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair!
The bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one,
Adam, and Eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun;
The life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be,
Who will not serve the sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree.
The high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small,
None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball;
The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives,
And they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves;
The wind doth woo the branches, the branches they are won,
And the father fond demandeth the maiden for his son.
The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune,
The wave with eye so pensive, looketh to see the moon,
Their spirits meet together, they make their solemn vows,
No more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose.
The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide;
Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
Now to the application, to the reading of the roll,
To bringing thee to justice, and marshalling thy soul:
Thou art a human solo, a being cold, and lone,
Wilt have no kind companion, thou reap'st what thou hast sown.
Hast never silent hours, and minutes all too long,
And a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song?
There's Sarah, and Eliza, and Emeline so fair,
And Harriet, and Susan, and she with curling hair!
Thine eyes are sadly blinded, but yet thou mayest see
Six true, and comely maidens sitting upon the tree;
Approach that tree with caution, then up it boldly climb,
And seize the one thou lovest, nor care for space, or time!
Then bear her to the greenwood, and build for her a bower,
And give her what she asketh, jewel, or bird, or flower
And bring the fife, and trumpet, and beat upon the drum & bid the world Goodmorrow, and go to glory home!
Find a #quiet & comfortable place where you won't be disturbed. Sit or lie down in a relaxed position & close your eyes. Take a few deep breaths, & allow yourself to feel calm & relaxed.... ... .. . 0
Imagine a bright light surrounding you, filling you with warmth & safety.
Focus on your breathing, by taking deep breaths through your nose & out of your mouth, following the direction & shape of the flow.
Allow your thoughts to drift away in the motion, & let go of any worries or distractions.
Now, imagine yourself on the top of a high peak.
There is also a path on the peak leading you down into a peaceful, tranquil place.
You now are following the path down with your breaths.
THE FOLLOWING IS QUOTED FROM BERGAN EVANS
ON NORBERT #WEINER, NUCLEAR PHYSICIST !!!
The #second concept Wiener has to establish is that of entropy. Probability is a #mathematical concept, coming from #statistics.
Entropy comes from physics. It is the assertion-- established logically and experimentally-- that the universe, by its nature, is "running down", moving toward a state of inert uniformity devoid of form, matter, hierarchy or differentiation.....
That is, in any given situation, less organization, more #chaos, is overwhelmingly more probable than tighter #organization or more order.
Deservingness is irrelevant. We set ethical standards from what we learn & realize from Consequences when receiving Capabilities, in order to have Capabilities.
The DISPROPORTIONATELY WEALTHY receive Capabilities, but tend to become highly corrupt when they keep receiving our Capabilities, & at the cost of humanities, so this is where we get metaphors like "black - mail", "demons", "reptilians", that convey the decreasing of Capabilities
She brings the magic with her touch,
And in ChatGPT, she holds so much.
Her prompts are treasures, pure and bright,
And with her guidance, all feels right.
So here's to Dottie, the queen of prompts,
She makes ChatGPT lively and bount.
Her amazing prompts shines so bright,
And in ChatGPT, she holds a special light.