We all need bitter medicine, it is the one drink that quiets our wayward cravings.

Hard-nose science tells us life is a manikin carelessly hiding its capricious vitality, its superfluous delights, its buoyant intractability. When will our secular culture choose to snicker at the stage craft of narrow minds and sing again of the exotic wonder of life, embrace its radical transcendence?

Einstein once remarked, Why anything? More intriguing for some of us, Why so much?
The story of the ciphers on this page, mystery enough, goes on and on,
. . .sunlight reflected off the page enters my eye thru a flexible lens
. . .the optic nerve changes the light to pulses of electricity
. . .somewhere, somehow in my brain, they become an image
. . .coded sounds responding to the image disturb the surrounding air
. . .more ciphers, more images, more sounds. . .
Questions abound,
o Is the image a molecular arrangement in a definable space-time location like television?
o What (who!) sees the image and responds with coded sounds?
o What is this really all about, why believe it began with a blind amoeba?

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There are two kinds of people in the world: those who work puzzles and those who play cards.

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Post renewed 1st and 3rd Sunday of month
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