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5464. NuPlanetOne - 5/29/2005 6:55:30 PM
Law on Zarkive (Rhymes with Archive)
Long after it was coded in rockets we loaded
A far off species eventually decoded our
Symbols and samples and strands and bands
And realized the helix was fully encoded with
All that was required to have us rewired but
Having acquired many others in the past the
Desired qualities and known flaws cast in the
Samples created a pause, was subject to a clause
In the reanimation codes, and these governing
Laws were final and stated that all things alive
Would be encouraged to thrive yet failure to
Survive by an unnatural cause must discourage
And never encourage and forever rid and effectively
Forbid the resurrection of species extinct
Even if the detection portrayed no hostility
But as stated in the section on the inherent ability
Of viable and totally reliable copies, the mere possibility
Of a violent predilection would automatically
And emphatically deny an awakening as the fear
Of infection from autocratically inclined beings
Poses an unacceptable and defined and clear risk and
Should be confined and assigned a ‘Do Not Revive’
So the rulers on Zarkive put us is the archive
5465. Ulgine Barrows - 5/31/2005 9:28:32 AM reanimation codes?
revolting codes, maybe.
So what, are you saying there, NuPlanetOne? Science is about as exact as humanity and all its imperfections? 5466. NuPlanetOne - 6/1/2005 5:45:11 AM Ulgine/
I thought reanimation was dead on. Or un-dead on as it were. Am I saying science is inexact? Not at all. At least not on Zarkive. Although some variables used in identifying extinct species within the coding of the algorithms designed to decipher possible emotional or altruistic tendencies in determining the process by which candidates for revival of ancient or recently extinguished beings are evaluated, it is the technical exactitude of the program itself, once specified, that determines the qualification.
But yes, I do most definitely believe that science is only as exact as human nature and human genius, collectively, will allow it to be. Yet, I do also feel that science, as a process of theory, experiment, confirmation and then acceptance, is, ultimately, the closest approximation to determining truth and meaning. Justice, liberty, and free will, for good or ill, is left to whim, faith, and mutation.
Now, Zarkivian free will had evolved to a point where all sections and races of individuals are by default equally exposed to all information and opportunity. Inequalities are based on how one absorbs, processes and implements the universal and mutually available pool of knowledge. Though as always, there is a pecking order. But all Zarchivians, at least, can grasp the core axioms. Utopian? No, because in this location in the universe physical and material inequalities are unusual. Anyway…envy and greed are alive and well and account as always for the depth and richness, which are the drama of everyday life. So what I was trying to say, in this case, conversely, is that science is not only perfect but has evolved to a point where it can compensate for human imperfections. I think that is how beings that exist in the distant future will have managed to get there. My point was that the imperfections we registered upon examination met the criteria to keep us from being revived in that distant future. It was tongue-in-cheek in rhyme. But it could happen. Ten or twenty thousand years is really so little time out there….forward or back.
5467. RickNelson - 6/15/2005 5:49:45 PM I'm sorry, I've had a few mornings over at PFray, but I don't stop home to chat or check in.
Now, I'm about to depart on a one month vacation to my wife's home. All four of us are going, so our little, one year old boy can meet his relatives overseas.
He's just as adorable as can be. I'll post pictures when I get back.
A week ago, I had a chance to write a little bit.
Fool:
Do you wait to be unconfined
as if something comes, grand and divine-
the eloquent wind blows,
and each word pretends it knows,
just how to feel,
as if anyone,
thinks they know,
how I feel- as King fink.
I'll put it to you,
for what it's worth,
to be creative,
as green hued
growth, yet dance
to drums
of the Bad Lands.
As the tempo,
is blood
flowing in my hands.
Tipped hat, clacked cane
and falling rain,
generations forget.
Oh, they know,
how youth feel zeal,
Impatience-
For-
The past they steal.
Philosophers,
Poets and
Politicians,
feed their futures
to greedy vultures,
always cock-sure
of a bust
Sculpture.
It's forbidden to walk
in someone's shoes.
that knowledge
breaks the bed,
dead and dangling,
as the fall of a fool. 5468. Magoseph - 6/15/2005 6:34:53 PM Bon voyage, Rick! 5469. arkymalarky - 6/15/2005 9:28:06 PM Hey Rick! Bob's nephew's wife and two kids are in Malaysia right now! I wish I'd known you were going and I'd have given you a way to get in touch and say hello to them! 5470. RickNelson - 7/4/2005 4:09:11 AM Hi arky and any who may stop in.
I'm in Sarawak, Borneo, Malaysia. I'm thinking your nephew is likely in Kuala Lumpur, the capitol area of Malaysia, in the West, penninsular part. I'm not planning to go there, we flew in via Singapore and straight to Kuching, Sarawak's capitol.
I have some old poems about visiting here and once wrote about fishing up river, in a Long House called Long Bemang. That is on the Apoh river, up the Baram and by the Tutoh rivers. It takes about six hours to drive a 4-wheel drive truck up the bumpy dusty old logging roads, to get there. We used to go by express boat and we had to travel all day. The truck is very bumpy, but were more together and the trip is very scenic.
I'll write something about it in Escapes. 5471. NuPlanetOne - 7/5/2005 7:22:25 PM
…Geeez Rick. Here I was thinking my trip down to Cape Cod was an adventure. Stay safe and enjoy the moment.
5472. NuPlanetOne - 7/5/2005 7:22:53 PM Dread
Rome is burning.
And the tune I play
In a most clever way
Is a happy one.
As all about me
The forces mount
Impossible to count
Yet I fiddle.
Now looking back
At bygone days
My donkey brays
And I smile.
I should run
Make my retreat
Rush to the street
But I listen.
I strain
But I finally hear
One voice so clear
It is my own.
How can I escape
The voices inside
Where will I hide?
So I wait.
I argue
But the voice is strong
Out side the throng
Grows loud.
Flames
Light the walls
And in the halls
Heavy feet.
I remind the gods
That I once prayed
I am afraid
Still I fiddle.
How much time
The door gives way
They will not delay
My end.
I see now
What I could have done
But the voice has won
I see faces
The fiddle
Is swung at my head
I remembered the dread
Is all.
They drag him,
Bleeding, through the square
As if he could hear,
Dead.
5473. alistairConnor - 7/5/2005 11:06:28 PM Powerful!
Keep fiddling. And fuck 'em. 5474. NuPlanetOne - 7/6/2005 7:43:25 PM thanks alistair.......i fiddle fearlessly, furiously and free. and you're right, fuck'em all! This is my recital. 5475. RickNelson - 7/16/2005 8:21:57 PM I got back the day dogs sniffed explosive powder at the airport.
My flight was about five hours earlier,
I missed all the mess, fear and stress.
Stress enough, to fly twelve hours,
stirred the hours, walking the babe.
Narrow aisle, feet obstacles,
cooing, patting, walking, I fade.
Damn, hate twelve hour flights,
when flying, and time stand,
but not still, yet so very still.
5476. Ulgine Barrows - 7/17/2005 9:54:39 AM Bad omens are everywhere.
Angst-filled poetry that nobody wants to read.
Written by me.
Hey, Tricia. 5477. arkymalarky - 7/17/2005 6:23:08 PM Reading (as always), just not responding (as usual).
I do love it, though, and I've shared this spot with a number of friends. 5478. RickNelson - 7/18/2005 1:41:58 PM Ulgine,
I still dig angst, it's a taste some go for. Slame it on down if ya want to.
5479. Macnas - 7/18/2005 2:05:37 PM Angst eh?
Right about now
I’d push you down a stairs
And jump on your broken body
Right about now
I’d break your teeth
And make you swallow every shard
But that was just a second ago
Not even a second long
Just enough for my knuckles to twitch
Right about now
I’m laughing at your lame excuse
Laughing with you ‘cos you know it’s lame
Right about now,
I forget about it all
And we keep moving on to the next thing.
5480. PelleNilsson - 7/18/2005 3:36:33 PM That's very good, Macnas, very good indeed. 5481. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:43:33 PM That's murderous, not angst, IMO, Macnas.
I should like to be a bride
whose husband died
and left her money
to have the beautiful children
raised in honey
5482. alistairConnor - 8/5/2005 9:46:15 PM now THAT is murderous...
you killed the father of those beautiful children 5483. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:58:40 PM traffic incidents
have nothing to do with
spraying lotion
that glistens the body
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