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EDELWEISS
- Chapter I:The ALGORHYTHM
XXIX.
“I look to the concrete walls and I can see where human ego lies. Is that really, civilization?! Walls?! More walls?! What’s so beautiful in these walls, anyway?! All are following square patterns, and that’s all. Right angles. I see people striving to make straight walls, in a hunt for perfection. I know every details of building a wall. Of any kind. I know how the structures bind. I know how to build it. The more fastidious one, the more requirements, for a fictitious perfection. Here is the line, to be followed. It is stretched and aligned to the level. Here is the bubble, indicating the alignment on horizontal, and here is on vertical. There is the pallet with bricks. These are the types of bricks I want. There are the bags with cement, or any other compound to mix within, and there is the big pile of sand of the granulation I have chosen, to the binding. Over there, are the iron bars. These are the sizes to work with. There are the cutting tools, the bending tools, the knitting tools, and these are the procedures you have to follow. In that side, you have the tools for building my wall. Make yourself new friends, around! Here is the wheelbarrow, be acquainted to it!.. There is the buddy-shovel, one rounded, one flat, - there is the buddy-throwel, in which size you find needy, round shaped, triangle, trapezoidal, rhomboid, longer to shorter, the bucket-dipper, the grouter, and whatever you might need, just ask. Ah, don’t forget, there on the shelves are different hammers, pliers, chisels, saws, frames, hoes, and the list can go on. You have everything you need. Build my wall, then claim your reward. Wow! So many tools, and so much, to be done, in order to build a wall! A simple, straight wall. A wall who will follow a line. The length, is fixed to mark the property. The height, is to keep the eyes of the strangers out of what the property holds in-between. The width, is to everlast. This is the job, to be done. This is the amount of work, and these are the steps to follow till completion of such a task. That, shall be your payment. Eh! Piece of cake! Name the target, come with an offer, we set the price, and shake the hands to close the deal! Wait. That’s not all. And not everything. You see, there are different kind of workers. Some workers, are specialized in building/construction/masonry; among them, few know pretty much about everything, from the bottom to the top, while others, just one type of operation; while others, apprentices, - still learning, or just being a helping hand; few, handy ones, a little of everything, even if they lacking experience or skill. So as workers, different type of characters. Some have more patience than another ones which seem to be in a rush always, even on the account of making mistakes while hurried; others, really skillful, working fast and having best results; then, there would be those who dwell in commodity, either not hurry at all and making a great job, either, clinging on time schedule, under the devise of “time goes, money comes”; while others, really lazy, some are like larvae to the stage of merging to a butterfly, and of course, among these all, are those who do all up-side-down, backwards, in purpose, as if just to annoy everyone, so that finally coming the ultimatum: you’re fired! God bless! One say this way, for getting rid of one who is as it is: doesn’t like working at all. While other, getting rid of the bossy one. Nobody, therefore, is annoyed, nobody gets mad, nobody called fool anymore – and so on. Here is the interesting part: I am the one with the questions. The question-maker. Or the question-settler. The questioner. So I ask, like a child: what’s the purpose of all these? Is anyone, truly, among you, dedicated to this job? One who would just love doing these. One who would love building this wall, from the sketch to the final outcome. I want to know of it.“
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-Shall be continued…
2022©Th3Mirr0r

The saying when I was a school boy was told: Cheaters never prosper. As I got older, I found it to be the opposite. If you want to get ahead in business, cut corners and cheat.
Depending on how greedy you are there comes a time when you can no longer hide shady dealings.

This afternoon in the news, I read:

Judge Arthur Engoron, ruling in a civil lawsuit brought by New York Attorney General Letitia James, found that Trump and his company deceived banks, insurers and others by massively overvaluing his assets and exaggerating his net worth on paperwork used in making deals and securing loans.

The Trump Organization had been under investigation for more than a decade, but Trump while president was under a veil of protection. The veil is gone.

So it appears that cheaters can prosper until they get audited.
"Judge rules Trump inflated net worth, committed fraud, overvalued assets"


You knew this was coming... right?






Link-a-dink:

Tag. ) MGM Lion put to sleep...

First, eYe looked about to see if this story was circulating among
CStonehenge scribes ...No. check.
Then eYe reminded myself of recent musings... featuring the word, NO.
$0 here is a heads up on digital currency & No more par tay...

For the past 25 years, I have been eating very unhealthy food. Lots of fatty dishes, with no vegetables at all. My burgers are huge, with lots of bacon and cheese, with no lettuce in it at all. I scoffed at the mere suggestion of lettuce in my burgers, going so far as to say "are you completely insane?", when I was asked if my burgers had any sort of healthy stuff in it. I can feel my health being worse, even if I walk a lot at work. I don't sleep much, and my daily sugar intake is alarmingly high. I'm amazed that I aren't diabetic at this point, because.. Well, it's bad.

My current weight is 96.2 kilos, or 212 lbs, and my height is 178 cm, or 5 ft 7 in, which is giving me a Body Mass Index of 30.4, which is obese.

So judging by that, and the fact that my heart races after climbing the 2 flights of stairs at the train station when I leave for work, I think it's time to get rid of some of my weight. I am aiming for 20 kilos, or 44 lbs.

First step is to cut out sugary soda completely, but that will take quite a while, since I get very cranky when I don't get my sugar and caffeine. I could drink caffeine free soda to begin with, and gently cut back until I am completely free of the sugar/caffeine grip. I also need to eat more vegetables, so I think I'm gonna start doing that from next week. That gives me enough time to find good recipes with lots of vegetables in it.

It's gonna be a struggle for sure, and a battle that I am determined to win!

Wish me luck

A while back, I bought some cashews in a plastic jar with removable lid. when the cashews were gone, I decided to clean and reuse the container. Sometimes, it's for storage of workshop parts, screws, bolts, washers, etc. This time, I decided to use the empty to hold Ginger Snaps. The brand I buy (from the dollar store) come in a bag so I figured it would be easier than clipping the bag each time I wanted a cookie.

The cookies have sugar so I only have 1 or 2 a week and noticed after a month, they aren't as crunchy as when the bag was first opened or when clipped every time I opened. Obviously, it's the air in the container making them stale where I'm unable to close tight like the bag.

As kids, my grandmother baked so well, that neighbors would come to watch her, taking notes as she kept all her secret recipes in her head!
My brother told me she used to work in a bakery and that's where she honed her cooking skills.

As far as her cookies go, when we visited, she would wrap her freshly baked cookies (chocolate chip were her best) in wax paper and aluminum foil for us to bring home.
We weren't concerned about sugar then, so the cookies weren't around long enough to become stale.

Something to note... her secret for soft chocolate chip cookies was substituting orange juice for milk in the recipe.

I've heard people say, "How could I end up in hell if I don't believe it exists?" And honestly, I was surprised... in my mind, it was something like, "Seriously?! How foolish can one be to ask such a ridiculous question?" Hell and heaven don't exist based on what we believe or don't believe. How closed-minded must one be to think that if you choose not to believe in the existence of hell, it will cease to exist... what on earth?! Regardless of what we choose to believe or not, heaven and hell are and will always be just as real. You end up there based on how you've lived your life, on how many good or bad deeds you've done, on how pure or stained your soul is when you pass away, and on how kind or wicked you've been as a human being. Based on all these factors and more, God will decide where you belong. You won't just cease to exist if you didn't believe in God, heaven, or hell. I believe there are many who would wish it were that simple, and the thought serves as consolation for them. But it's not that simple at all. Wake up, good people! Think with the heads you have on your shoulders, not with someone else's. Don't adopt the foolish ideas of others and make them your own, because that won't do you any good, and there might come a day when you realize it's too late, and no matter how much you wish to change something, you won't be able to do a thing. Don't squander your soul just because someone told you it's okay. In the end, that someone won't be able to save your soul when it's too late. They won't even be able to save their own.

EDELWEISS
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- Chapter I:
The ALGORHYTHM
XXVIII.

“Why this infatuation, for such a waste?! Each piece of concrete shows how mankind built its prison, while each piece of steel pointing to the gate and the chain, while the key in the lock being twisted and then thrown away, as if some spirit have done it in purpose so that no one to find a way out, in this labyrinth of illusions. Yes. Illusions. Not those illusions of which the gurus and the other teachers of nothingness preach, deceiving the world, for their cult, religion, or benefit. Not those illusions of which the scholars recite like parrots without any discernment upon what is truly real or not. Not those illusions of a wording in vain, as when people gather to hear the perpetuation of lies and applaud over the discourse the elevation of madness, nor as they cheer the flow of sand out of the disciple’s mouths. But the illusions which are present in each one’s life. Those illusions taking away the freedom of a human. Those illusions charming the eyes and luring them to deceitfulness. Those illusions melting the hearts of people, stealing their life away. Those illusions squeezing the minds of people, mending them to magic, witchcraft and thus, rooting in obscurity, darkness, and evil. Yet, these are not to be told, to any of them. Rare, to be seen one among thousands, to even try to understand. If not one in a million, to really comprehend. I oscillate between two worlds. The one of the seen, and to which such illusions compress, tighter and tighter, to not be deciphered, and the one of the unseen, to which these illusions could not compare, encompassing something beyond. One world, traps easy through the senses, all is charm and glitter, consuming the energy within. While the other one, beyond the veil, hides other forms of deceit, coming straight from demons, or devils. The unseen war, happens in myself, subjected to this body who carry my soul, and happens outside of what’s in me, where in the realm, all can be distinguished through mind, heart and soul. Then, the enemy within, transcending, the enemy outside of me, inflicting. I understand, as much as it was given to me, how much deceit, is in this world, and in what ways the human being is inflicted. It is so easy to harm, the human being. And so hard, to mend broken minds, shattered hearts, and tormented souls. In the seen world, I see the walls mankind have built, for imprisonment. In these squares of concrete, they are living their lives?! So much trouble, for a place to stay, and call it home! A place turned into a box with many shelves, where to keep their stuff. Stuff with no real value at all. A place in which to hide their being, sinking in shadow and darkness and only way out of a kind of reality being in front of a black screen. A place where to nest dreams and hopes. Concrete walls, and steel. The hearts of the many turned to concrete, while others, merging to machines. The clay mixed with iron, silica and magic. Is this, really, the way they have chosen?! – I ask silently. All I can see in the seen, are just walls with no real use, in what is life, but merely, to destroy it. Has really human being turned so much?! No place, for a tree, calling as not belonging there?! But is a wall, called home, and is a home as belonging? Nothing really belongs, just a paper fluttered in vain, calling it property. Who’s property?! Who owns, truly, something?! Who owns the paper? Who owns the signature? Who owns the stamp?! So much futility, in world of man!.. “


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- Shall be continued…

2022 © Th3Mirr0r
EDELWEISS - Vol. I/Chapter I: The ALGORHYTHM

All kinds of Good comes from love.All kinds of evil comes from hate.
Love heals,builds and brings happiness. Hate make you sick,ruin and brings destruction.
God is Love and is Good. Who so ever Loves is from God,who so ever hate is from Evil.
Who ever Honour God: evil can,t stay with him.Who ever dishonour God: is demon possesed and evil stay
with him.
Love brings beauty. Hate brings ugly.
Love brings wisdom.Hate brings stupidness.
So can,t you see,Love is all you need.
Love God with all heart...,and love your neighbours (all people) as yourself.
So keep Love in your heart .those who love are children of God.
God bless.

Tag. } Fresno Bob zeros the instrument.
Liner note. ) Target audience: Amerikans : haters.

Know n0 better. ) Major Lazer.
N O . ) Trainor
No guidance. ) .) . Brown
. synTax. ) N0 brainer. ) D J Khaled
.KS ) kitchen Sync. ) N0 Nations } jets Overhead
.. rider. } NO flag. ) Costello
2nd rider. } N0 more parties. ) C Leary.
T A P S. | . NO more Color. ) Coroner.

Part 2 . Another UN sweet proverb from fresNO.

4484. Number [ d.
0676...grasp / grip [ Fresno grip store.
3808. [ 0 ] .null set. ) Zero.
....liner note per Amerika ; tell her, NO ! ) . Zombies.

The profile reads she's looking for an honest man, no lies. Her photo shows a woman medium height and a guesstimated weight of 145 to 150 pounds. Slim/Slender is her body type selection.
The thought through my head is she's lying or her perception is skewed.





A friend once told me he met a girl who was a "10" I was afraid to ask on which scale he graded her!