The Ravi Batra (“Warrior” vs. Worrier) Diet Disjunction.

Warrior vs. Worrier…

                                                              Warrior vs. Worrier Diets…

                                  Opisthokonts and 0-pisthokonts and Infinity- pisthokonts…

The Ravi Batra (“Warrior” vs. Worrier) Diet disjunction more properly goes back 1,500,000,000 years, rather than the en Vogue “Paleo” Cross-fit, nonsense, which goes back a mere plus-plus-plus Pleistocenozoic, nearly holocenozoical, 15,000 years, 400 for the Western post-apocalyptic North of Mexico North American North by Northwest etc. indigenetic carriers.

The Ravi Batra (“Warrior” vs. Worrier) Diet disjunction.

Warrior vs. Worrier…

                                                              Warrior vs. Worrier Diets…

                                  Opisthokonts and 0-pisthokonts and Infinity- pisthokonts…

The Ravi Batra (“Warrior” vs. Worrier) Diet disjunction more properly goes back 1,500,000,000  years, rather than the en Vogue “Paleo” Cross-fit, nonsense, which goes back a mere plus-plus-plus Pleistocenozoic, nearly holocenozoical, 15,000 years, 400 for the Western post-apocalyptic North of Mexico North American North by Northwest etc. indigenetic carriers.

All that’s left is the Ghost of You: Ich bin Ihr Sklave un Ihr Herr zugleich.

e = mc^2 ... Ich bin Ihr Sklave un Ihr Herr zugleich.

                                                         All that’s left, right, and center:

                                                                     That’s all …

A Commons (and a “Communism”) makes no sense, unless you (everyone) have (has) a home?

Rentiers/Slumlords are (next to gun manufacturers) the worst of the worst of the worst, there is no shame more pernicious than that of the “owner.”  A ‘Capitalism’ is a communism of mutual ownership: “Ich bin Ihr Diener un Ihr Herr zugleich.”  

Imagine a giant snowflake in 196,884 dimensions … Time and his Bride ... Tin Ear ... for Dunning–Krugerand and Diamonds and DNA ...AND

196,883 ... a Quarkwork Orange ... and blue Ourobororange-colored Ska ... (OMAM ... oh man!)

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace... You...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was burned in the heat of the moment
Though it couldn't have been the heat of the day
When I learned how my time had been wasted,
(And a) tear fell as I turned away
Now I've got friends who will give me their shoulder,
Event I should happen to fall
Time and his Bride growing older...

 

 

 

 (Only) Three for Mustar Me ... 

 (Only) Three fffffffffff...

 

The reel of the Desert ... Coachella Concerto ...Dvořák?

The drums will shake the castle wall, The ring wraiths ride in black: who shines white light?

Queen of Light took her bow...

And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone.

Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back, bring it back.
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it, bring it,

Bring, Bring,

[Brain, Brain,

Praying, praying,

Pray, pray,

Play, play … the blue … who?

The Wine-dark Sea:  me, the violin you played me like a fiddle tune, you!

Blue … ]

At last the sun is shining, the clouds of blue …