Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

You hear and read this often, “Beauty is only skin deep, it's what kind of beauty you carry on the inside that truly counts!”

If that is true then why do we first have to get past the skin to find the beauty beneath it? We are attracted to what is presented to the eye, and without that attraction, which is only skin deep, we will never come to find if there is any beauty or not on their insides. We are all shallow in that we like what we like, some thin, some fat, some in between. If we are not attracted it matters not how beautiful the other may be on the inside for we will never accept an overturn if they do not meet our standards.

This is just another example of a platitude, sounds wise, insightful, and significant but is meaningless. For if it is the beauty inside that counts, to whom does it count when no one can see it?  And if we believe it then why do we spend so much time and money making our aappearance, i.e., skin, face, body look good?  How much money and time we put into makeup, face lifts, and the clothes we wear as compared to the time we spend improving our mind, attitude, or soul if you will?  

So the next time you read or hear this and find yourself nodding in agreement, ask yourself why you agree with it.

Race The Wind

On top of my horse I sit and see the world so far away. I ride with Jesse James and search the badlands for outlaws, to be one or to bring them down. With the wind I ride, chasing the Devil, I fight the Civil War. Indians wait around the bend to do me in. Dismounting into a world of mundane, a world of rent and bills a world of making ends meet. Into a world where I grow old and those I love go away. It’s a world in which no matter how hard I ride, I must return. This world pulls at you as it does me; try's to pull us into despair.

I sit in my chair and memories wash over me like waves on a beach, pounding and swirling then receding only to come again. The way it was, but will never be again assaults me again and again. Just the wind in my mind taking me down old winding roads that have no ends, to escape I go out to the pasture and pick out a horse.

He is a good one, a willing one who carries me like the wind as I run from myself into the oblivion of oneness with my mount. His heart is in the run he really wants to run, but I slow down to a canter, then to a trot to let him catch his breath and when he has his second wind we go again.

Hoofs pounding my heart fluttering like a young boy thinking of his first love. Lost to all but my horse’s breath, the rippling of his muscles as he stretches his body for his supreme effort to carry me into a world where there is only me and him. Into the night we ride as the day ends, changing gates to preserve his strength, we come to the end of the ride, and walk the last mile home. I take off his tack and turn him back to his world, and I go back to mine thinking, “I should have been a cowboy”, but at ride’s end I come back to what is, a bed I sleep in along with my dreams when they come.

Vulgar Words

What I think is no one has to read anything they do not wish to. The word vulgar in common usage comes from the Latin word for common, as Vulgar Latin was the spoken language of the common people.  The English turned the word to meaning disgusting or objectionable. In other words vulgar is what you do not like. 

To say 'defecate' is to use the Latin term for the Anglo Saxon word 'shit' , the latter was/is considered vulgar because when the Normans conquered England they considered any words others used by the Anglo Saxon to be vulgar terms. The same is true for piss and uranate, one is Latin the other Anglo Saxon term for the same thing. I could go on and explain why we find other words so objectible, but the real reason is because we were tough that they were wrong so we see them as wrong to use, and object when people use them in a manner in which we do not like. 

My advice, don't read what you do not like, and realized hat our language is a living language and what was uncommon is always becoming common, or dare I say vulgar?

Of All The Billions

I am well aware of some of my limitations,

They are the ones I have bumped into time and time again.

Others, I am sure, just await my reaching them.

Some of my strengths I also know

I can figure things out.

Oh not everything

But enough.

I can work on the old cars,

But not the new.

I can change a tire,

But would rather not.

I am a good rough cut carpenter,

But not a finished one.

I can ride a horse,

But never make it 8 seconds on a bull.

If the toilet breaks

I can fix it,

But if the well goes out

I call for help.

I can hook up a new TV

But when it goes awry

I need a repairman.

But of all my years on earth

It's understanding women

Where I am at my worst.

You think they will,

And they want.

You think they want,

And they do.

And seldom is the one you like

Is the one who likes you.

A lifetime of looking

Has just left me looking.

I have most of my teeth,

A lot of my hair,

And no beer gut.

Alas, I am at a loss,

I just what to have

And to hold

One who wants

To have and hold

Me,

Time and time again

I am told by women

 I know

(Already in a relation)

That they just can’t

Understand

Why I am alone.

Too particular I reckon,

Either me,

Or the women

I am attracted to.

There has to be one

Of all the billions

That is my match

And still not matched up.

I’ve had my eye on one,

For some time now.

I hope that it is

More than a maybe

Not just a possibility.

With two wives behind me

I do not want

Strike three.

©

Rexx

The Cure for Bereavement

To say, “Time heals all wounds” Is trite

      When the heart is in its anguish,
                   But there is no
          Cure for the bereavement
                       But time.

               The Death lies quiet,
               But the living greave
                  The dissolution
           Of what could have been.
                   Why, oh why
           They ask again and again.

             A question with no answer,
                    The loss remains.
                   And, unexplained,
                     Life will go on.
                 Hard though it may be
                    For the bereaved.

                       Until time
                 Has came and gone.
                Time to, if not heal,
                   At least adjust
                 To a life without,
        And time to find a new meaning.

                     Not to forget,
              For that is not in the cards,
               But to remember the joy
                  Without it being
             Drowned by the sadness
                   Of the passing.

             A quietus will be found,
            Not today, not tomorrow,
               But a time will come
                 And bring with it
               The strength needed
    To pick up the pieces and move on.

© Rexx

Navagation and Wobble

I’m sure many people know this, but a “great circle” is a circle that goes clear around the entire globe, and whose center is at the center of the globe. A “meridian”, on the other hand, is a great circle that passes through the poles. Lines of longitude are meridians, for example, while the Equator is a great circle. And the “Prime Meridian” is the line of longitude that goes through both poles .. and right through the Greenwich Observatory.  On the other side of the planet is the Prime Meridian also called the “International Date Line”.

If you know the exact time the sun rises where you happen to be, then you know which line of longitude you are on. Easy as that (with the usual caveats, refraction, etc.) … but only if you know exactly, to the second, what time it is. And that was why lots of seamen died before John Harrison invented his chronometer … they didn’t know what time it was, so they didn’t know where they were.  The Longitude Prize was a reward offered by the British government for a simple and practical method for the precise determination of a ship's longitude. The prize, established through an Act of Parliament (the Longitude Act) in 1714, was administered by the Board of Longitude.  Harrison's invention of a clock that could keep correct time, while at sea, and the concept that time equaled longitude won the £20,000 (worth well over a million dollars in todays money) for a method that could determine longitude within 30 nautical.  

To use time to determine the longitude of a ship a map of the world is divided into 24 segments, each representing one hour.  The clock on board the ship was set to the same time at Greenwich, now called Greenwich Mean Time, then as the ship sailed east or west of Greenwich to determine their longitued they had only to find the local time using a sexton.  To do this they use the noonday sun and the horizon of the sea, when it was getting near noon the navigator would start measuring the angle between the sun and the horizon.  He would keep taking the measurement until the angle stoped increasing and started to decrease.  That point was local noon.  Then all he had to do was to count the hours, minutes, and seconds on his chart from Greenwich and that point was his longitued.  For the latitude he had to wait until dark and use either the North Star or the Southern Cross is depending which side of the equator he was.  The further north the ship went the higher went the North Star from the horizon.  So in those days a sailor could only know where he was precisely east to west in the world once a day, the rest of the day was guess work called dead reckoning.

The Greenwich Observatory back in the days before radio they needed to be able to pass an accurate time signal to anyone in the Thames. To do that, they mounted a big red ball that can slide up and down a pole, viz:  A few minutes before 1:00 they raised the ball up to the top of the mast, and then at exactly 1:00 they dropped the ball … and all of the navigators on vessels up and down the Thames could set their Chronometers to the exact second.

To close this post I would like to talk about the earth's wobble.  Throughout the year the earth wobbles on its axes as it goes around the sun, with the results that the sun appears to set way down in the south in the winter. As it goes south each day gets shorter  while each night gets longer, when it get as far south as it will go we have the longest night of the year, and that night is called the winter soloist.  After that night it starts its moves to the north for the summer with each day getting longer and each night getting shorter, when it gets as far north as it will go we have the longest day of the year which is called the summer soloist.  Then it starts on its journey back to the south.  On the 22nd of September the sun will be its halfway point on its journey south and marks the first day of Fall.  On this day the day is called the fall equinox and night and day are of equal length.  This will happen again next spring with the sun on its way back north, but it will be called the spring equinox.  For Christians the first Sunday after the first full moon after the spring equinox is Easter.

The Greek astronomer, Hipparchus of Nicea by comparing observations more than a century apart, Hipparchus proposed that the axis around which the heavens seemed to rotate shifted gradually, though very slowly.  Around the year 130 BC, Hipparchus compared ancient observations to his own and concluded that in the preceding 169 years those intersections had moved by 2 degrees. How could Hipparchus know the position of the Sun among the stars so exactly, when stars are not visible in the daytime? By using not the Sun but the shadow cast by the Earth on the moon, during an eclipse of the Moon! During an eclipse, Sun, Earth and Moon form a straight line, and therefore the center of the Earth's shadow is at the point on the celestial sphere which is exactly opposite that of the Sun.

This is what is called the pression of the equinox or Axial Pression and we go through one such complete cycle in a period of approximately 26,000 years or 1° every 72 years.  This is why I put no stock in astrology as all of the calulation is based upon the position of the constalations as they were 3-5 thousands years ago.  If we thake the 3 thousand as the date it was formalized that means the the conslations have shifted about 41.6 drgrees from where they were then. And while some, like Hipparchus, knew of the shifting stars, most had no more a clue than most of us do today.

And we think that we are smart today.

A Dream And Unexpected Consequences

Had a dream last night and strange it was indeed.  I was living back in Greece in Pytheromies' time.  I had learned that he was the greatest mathematician mind in the world, Greece was the world to Greeks back then everyone else was considered barbarians, but I regress.  In this dream I wanted to learn what Pytheromies had to teach.

I could not retain the great man himself but I did obtain the services of his best student who said that he would teach me all he had learned from Pytheromies for a price.  I was ecstatic, ran home and told my wife and two daughters the good news.  And for the next few years every morning I would kiss my wife and daughters goodbye and go off to learn math. 

For more than 3 years this was the routine, I would say goodbye to my family in the morning, spent the day sitting at the master's feet, and then return to the arms of my wife at night.  I learned algebra, geometry, trigonometry, and calculus, never mind that the last had not yet been invented, it is a dream after all.  Finally I had learned all the master had to teach, and when I left home to go home that afternoon I learned something else.

When I got home the house was empty, no wife and daughters to great me, no one to tell my good news, to brag about knowing all the math there was to know.  I search for them and was told that my master's servants had come and taken them early in the morning and sold them as slaves to pay my debt for his services.  Then I remember that he had said that he would teach me for a price, and I had neglected to find out what that price would be.   Alas, sad was me, for the rest of my life I wonder around a bum, a bum with all the knowledge about mathematics that existed in my head, but could not bring a number into my head without falling into great despondency.  

While this was just a dream I had, it does point to the need to find out the true price of the things you buy before committing yourself to the deal.  Remember that everything you buy into come with a price called consequences.  Some you expect and some are unexpected, and it is sometimes the unexpected consequences that cost you the most.