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Dear Honey,Amen.To the storm that succeeds the human mind and wins to cause disaster. In time, harmony. Harmony is the chief noise. We still will fight. We still will fight. With our weaknesses, with world’s storms, we will face it.We are at rise. We do not know pain. No! It is known. It's no more the same as when we were children. Storms that create nothing but cause destruction, disruption of many. We will face it, for we aim to live despite it.It cannot weaken our skin. It can cause no wound within. Disease is a storm too. We face it each day anew. It carries us with it. We do not win, but we still fight it. We will fight the storm. Let it be on any route, on any door we have.It penetrates deep within. It sees you. It sees me. I do not care. Why do you care to be affected by illness too? Care for self, not disease. You can overcome it. You will overcome it.Storm is next door. Soon we will be within its reach. Each death shouts disease, but no one cares to cure from within the
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities Pain that fails when you express strength...
Dear Honey,Here are my words for you...If it swells above the surface, it’s inflammation leading to pain. You cannot counter it. You can’t be upset. Life has to move on as if it’s all set. Amen.The inflamed portion, the substitute is the end. For it won’t heal. The wound is deep. Then let me live with it, Doctor. I can suffice in life even with pain, but it doesn’t swell my mind. That’s the game. That’s the right mind at the right sight. You do not have to.Self-care? Who says? Self-care is a bigger bliss, to the level that no medical science can appear fair! Self-care, self-heal, self-love. All three are supreme. All need love. All need care. All need to be the next fair.Because we stand as sinners in the tight walls of the church, we believe we aren’t to be loved. We aren’t to be held high. But why? Ask why? So that we die unfair? Do not protest the Lords.We are caged with wings intact. We do not fly to a yet different land. Caged with wings intact, I have seen many men with no
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities Praise The Self!
Dear Honey,The courtesy of fate or staying fit? What do you choose? What makes you stay fit?The cause of rise is ill. The cause of rise is will. Though being ill, you do not counter. Praise.Why do you hurt yourself? Hurting yourself is sin. Hurting the other, calling him as someone who sins, is too a sin that the church pastor did commit.Organize. Be at rise. You visualize success. You, in yourself, are the cause of winning. More than the acre of land, a big home is your ability to fight storms. You excel if you enroll. Do not quit before you attempt. That’s the whole, that’s life’s goal. Amen.You do not jump in to touch the peak. Think superior to the heel. Health is the goal. Health will result in lift. Good health, as a child would sleep. So you rest. May you heal. Heal from deep within. Amen.You are the watch on the sky. Weather will change with respect to your dreams, beliefs. If you entangle yourself in a role, who can diminish your goal?You are the light of your home, of
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities I was a frog of my lab
No, not a rat! I hate rats! I was a frog in my lab. A stuffy, puffy toy! I could not understand both love and life. I was as if a cow in a decline. I loved her more, but I hated wasting time on her. She was my bit at my lab. My wife has been my assistant all my life. She was speechless in my busy schedule. Her name was Amy, but she was more present in my heart than on any outside floor. I adored her more than the time I had to utter this. I was simply a frog in my lab who lived and slept there.To be obvious, I would require some facts. Now, where had I kept my facts? Somewhere far from my shoes. My points were on a paper I took the printout of in a half-sleeping position. But raised enough to fall straight and sharp on the floor to be deep in sleep there. Ha!Let me organise myself a bit before I introduce myself. Yes! Now I am ready. The facts say I have done PhD with a gold medal, and I have worked in this broken lab for the past 25 years of my settled life otherwise. Facts also pro
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities When money speaks to a science addict…
Life is tough for the non-rich. I am not poor either. But then, I am also not non-poor in certain types of poverty misfits. For example, I need help to afford what I do not buy for my research. I am still determining when I will fully be back to ordinary work. But my inclination towards research says that it will be delayed a lot. I wouldn't be spiritually comfortable if I ever returned to a full-time job every day. Money was never something I ever valued. Otherwise, why am I the most underpaid worker in my eyes? Underpaid for, I cannot buy in ten years duty that for which I live to exist. I am so sorry about economics because it fails me as a researcher. As a person, I also fail when I cannot relax with things I want because they cost a lot.Money is for a purpose. The purpose fulfilled means no more need for cash. But my goal was to study for my whole life, which I cannot fulfil now, though my life is still incomplete by its end. I feel too sorry to express that I always struggled to
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities When I selected my research topic as: Cure of death
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Science fiction: The believable impossibilities A long life and Electromagnetic field: A thought not dispute
What is in resemblance of peace? Where do ethics begin? Will I nurture good objectives by being selfish? If I fail, will I also be inevitable? What is the opposite of life? Death! Then how can death be for the good if life is its opposite? How can nobility shrink to be limited to a single grave? Where do I begin? Why should I end? The end of life is good. I need help understanding the concept of heaven even today. The bible didn't fail me as much as the bible was unable to stand the findings of my research.People cover themselves with the floor. Those who have next to nothing to support themselves. They, too, must live. I must live the storm if it helps fight the end somewhere. Life is hurting me at floor level. Amy is dead. I didn't kill her. She failed me in my desire to have a company in the future. The doctor says she was under considerable stress. They dug her up. But what's this? I can still talk to her. How? Whispers in my mind speak to her. That's because I am a patient with
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities How my thoughts got entangled in a magnetic field?
Hurt by the wind, I ask for strength to the floor. I am witnessing death which I don't deserve. I know.Light in the magnetic field. I am still determining what the impact is. Light can be dispersed or concentrated to a point by a magnetic field. Sound, too, is impacted by the magnetic field. I would think so. There is not much sound in my room. Light seems to control the floor. It may be natural or due to the strong magnetic field in my lab. In the region where I stood, there was a substantial magnetic pull on my body. The frog hops a few millimetres less in my lab than he dies outside. What is interesting to me is that I have started eating less since the time I introduced this giant magnet here, but nonetheless, I feel more energetic.My brain works at an altogether different wavelength after this magnet is there in my lab space. Am I attributing everything around me to a magnetic pull? But then everything else has stayed the same in the past few days. I even felt that the storm th
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