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Hmm. Pretty good interview. No mention of ufos. No 'ho hum' phasing out
or evidences of reading a liquid-crystal screen.  Relevant questions.

Relevant expert on intelligence matters, relevant ingoramus on issues of
intertainment.

C2C ergo is 'CIA to CIA wannabes'? rather than what really matters?

Entertainment!?

Fascinating.

How can such an obvious idiot become a relevant interviewer, an informed
interviewer when most of the time he is utterly flumuxed by any guest?

I have to agree with valdez here, despite how odious he is otherwise: one
of the better shows of the year.

Amazing.

Information.

How probative, utlimately, it all is can only be determined by study.

Being a dodo: I like ducks!

oh! I think the world of ETOZ.

Do ramble a bit.

The writing world is swim or sink.

Lot's of the best writing, though, comes only of sinking a bit.

The next breath: maybe never.

Yet how do you want to live?

That word 'purdy' that ETOZ used is profound.

What in the world would prompt any writer to use 'purdy sure' rather
than 'pretty sure'?

That kind of verbal enunciature or oral 'visualization' is what makes
the best of 'Hollywood'.

Thinking and writing outside the box.

Of examples of such, that strikes me as amongst the best or highest
quality is the rendition of the song by the Bare Naked Ladies for
the Big Bang Theory.

You'd have to ask Chuck Lorre who it was that first formulated this
concept.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't Chuck Lorre.

Yet you have to respect things as they are.  Like it was for Da Vinci.

Money talks, writers by the dozen walks.

Listened to Dick Van Dyke talking with Smiely tonight with a 97 year old
professor of Enlish from Purdue.

She was laughing her ass off all through the interview.

I was a little embarrassed.

Van Dyke wrote a book recently.

Tact is everything so far as harmony is concerned.

I think that is what Larry David is trying to convey in all his
work.

Yet people really think he is an asshole in real life!

Onan: thank you for your reply to my post, however outrageous it seemed to
you to be.  A childhood friend once enunciated to me that criticism or
adoration, either one is better than being ignored!

In matters of subjects subject to reason, however, discussion alone
can 'suss out' things to better inform our discretion.

Herein, on this page, we are not developing a 'tome' or some highly
scholarly discussion nor are we, if I am any measure, 'experts' delineating
fine points of understanding of the issues of how to interpret results
of scholarly or detailed studies of what's going on.

My only 'in' in this discussion on this topic, apart from the technical
side of equipment used to look at the living brain can only be with regard
to your objection as to my view of 'faith' in regard to health or healing.

The so-called 'placebo effect'.

While some would like to ascribe the term 'faith' only to issues of
religious dogmas or emanations of what any might deem to be 'ultimate' I
think 'faith' and the 'sugar-pill effect' is simply an unexplored
realm with regard to consciousness.

Someone gets ill, and by some means or another, they develop faith
they might recover.

I would like to see how 'experts' impact this native ability due to their
lack of understanding of what is being observed while also having some
standing or 'position' of respect as 'experts' wherefrom they pronounce:
'there is no hope': and then the receiver of this 'expert advice' comes
true.

Is this a pronouncement of true knowing, or a pattern that has been set
forth and empowered only due to faith by the recipient?

You no doubt know about the practice in sports of 'visualizing' the 'goal'?

What happens when the 'expert' proposes a 'goal' that is little more than
'hopeless'?

I think you misunderstand any of my points here or elsewhere to which
you have responded.

And that's okay.  It may well be I have not delineated my points faciley
or in some way amenable to your approaches and the understandings
you've derived thereby to these problems.

Could it not be: a person willing to get well, regardless if given poisons
or sweet foods: will get well?

And how is that going to be explored? What controlled experiment could
possibly be contrived to exhaustively explore that?

As long as that is unstudiable except by personal choice: that is a region
that lies far outside so-called 'medical science'.

"Science" is not a verb, it is a vague residue of study and testing.

Scientific method devolves, mostly, on first hand experiment and will,
ever, remain empirical . . . where consciosness is involved.

Or does anyone anywhere or at any time maintain they have
solved that problem?

Set that component of personal consciousness
'cheap', so long as we don't know what-all that
is, we might merely get what we accept.

Not 'cutting edge', just lazy thinking.

Set forth a dime and get a penny in return. That is,
as I see it modern 'treatment' or so-called medical
'science'.  In other words: ever learning, and also
struggling under the delusion that: all is known.

Had to modify my statements, so this is an edited
spiel. No doubt imperfect.

r.

Interesting little tangent started by onan and treading-water.

keep it 'deep' bros!

I think attention deficit disorder (ADD) might apply.

Definitely not ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder): look at
the guy!  If pot is not a component of the disorder, then the sleepy-dog
look is probably a disfunction of the thyroid glands (thyroid/parathyroid).

Not to mock that.  For some people, a single phrase might send them off
to their internal world and may not even be aware of what was said for the
past five minutes.  Then adaptive behavior taking over, which has to be
applied to appear to be relevant . . . rather than saying: huh? what were
you saying? I was involved with my own internal thinking processes? (I speculate)
they might look at their list of questions and preamble it with an 'uh-huh'
or 'hmmm, I see' and proceed with the question.

I wouldn't suggest this at all as a blatant mockery so much as a sympathetic
element for analysis.

Could be we are being far too harsh with someone with an actual dis-ability.

George, Ian: two people with disabilities who, yet, have fulcrumed them
somehow into a means of a living.

Do we say: good for you! (Awwww, aint they cute! who's going to pick on
a disabled couple?) Or do we simply ask: okay: you overcame your
disabilities thus far, now how about picking up on what makes interesting
radio?  How about studying what made Art Bell (and others) great when he
(or they) was(were) great?

Just 'phoning it in' is pure bullshit.

What makes me sick is that no one seems to be able to say: I fucked up,
or I repent or even ask: what am I missing?  Why am I not as great as
Art?

For that matter: why didn't Art ask himself: why am I so intriguing?

What do I do good, what do I do not so good?

When Art was good: very good.  When Art was bad: very, very bad.

There's a principle missing here. An essence missed.

When it was good, the momentum of what it engendered, alone, carries
forward despite not much being added to impel it much,  much further
and deeper than has obtained, ere now.

Someone once said the Roswell fiasco was amplified to cover up a much more
significant event that happened elsewhere at the Mexico border.

Diluting the information stream with a bunch of irrelevant datums. Same
principle as legerdermain or slight-of-hand: watch the wrong hand you miss
the trick being done with the other.

Now there is the 'Aztec' crash and maybe one or two other locations that
have been talked about.

Whether any of these deal with 'alien' crafts or some other form of
clandestine air-born experiments that endangered the public . . . ?

Situation normal: all fucked up. (SNAFU).

So should Alex Trebek!

This is so hilarious, I just have to note it.  While spinning the dial
after a days labor, trying to get my high on, naturally passed by that
ilk of crap that is ian 'pundit'.  First thing I heard was an ad promoting
the catholic church!

The poor idiots didn't milk it enough. Like: 'Are you disatisfied with all
the crazy protestant shenanigans!?  Now's yer chance to get the real, real,
real, real, real truth! (We don't talk about end of days! Just Masses,
genuflections: routine stuff.  And, of course: your offerings (cash, checks or
money orders accepted!)  Get THE REAL salvation! We promise nothing that
won't come true!  You'll feel better, especially after confession! Get
real with us!

So . . . does C2C mean 'coast to coast'? Or catholic to catholic? Church to
church?

Yep.  I wanted to lay money that ip would devote his entire show to this.
Sounds like he did.  Of what I heard, never heard him so excited.

Guess his 'expert' was Judy Orloff and her pseudo-metaphysical-relioso-
pscyho-babble. Perfect.  Perfect idiocy.

Somehow I've got to get my soldering iron out and make it so my radio
CAN'T land on that station. 

Quote from: rkowna on April 19, 2011, 06:07:50 PM

Beehive sums it up perfectly.  And your theory about listening causes brain damage is spot on also.  A coule nights ago a listener wanted to say documentary.  He said, phonetically, docuemn-terry.  George is the human stump.  He is a scouge on humanity.

Not to put anything against bees who are our friends.
Yet fer us 'humungous beings', going to the LI-BARY
(is that LIB-RARY?) helps deminish a seeming constant
trend of conceit that ere we were born: no world ever
existed!

The oncoming world might yet be a marvel.  How they treat
their forebears will be the most telling thing: cherished
as living beings or simply disposibles along with their
misappropriated errors?

Who the 'past' were might simply be 'dissolved', and
all remnant merely quaint 'collectibles'.

The past faces the future.  When the future also faces the
past: maybe some good pasture in such. When the future
faces only the future, abandoning all past: see a desert.
Dry, humorless, unforgiving, barren.

Well I don't know about ye'all, but for me about the most entertaining and
even enlightening aspect of these pages is that image of Aldousburbank
with a cigar haning out of his lips, practically saying: suck it up
probie!  Just enough encouragement to just keep on keeping on.

I don't know about the 'later' versions of that soul. For me: that guy
is utterly cool and must have helped a bunch of very terrified souls
following orders from going utterly insane.  Who could be crazier
but more together than that guy?

Thank you for your service.  Services. Ye keep on going on bro, er else.
Right? Er what?

Did you ever light that thing?

Oh! You were listening to GN?  I was just now listening to Clyde Lewis!

Wonder, between the two of us, which one was being more idiotic in
listening?

In turning the dial, I did come upon that 'spoof' by gn.

It wasn't funny.  Not close to being even slightly clever.

'Amateur hour'.

I remember feeling the same kind of embarrassment at crap done by fellow
students in grade-school, at myself included.

Why are we paying for 'try-outs'?

El-Kragen: you are waiting on ip for depth?

Really?

Know what I think?  Enjoyment of constant parenthetical statements,
interuptions ad nauseum and stuttering on-air formulations of a question
must be entertaining to some.  Not me!

Not cool. Not fascinating.  Not intriguing nor any kind of magnet of my
interest.

How money flows there-to: I'll never know. Hell: don't want to know.

Hence: a fascinating night will involve rebuilding a lawn-mower engine,
drinking a beer, and remembering how cool things USED TO BE!

IOW: BOORING!

I never thought I'd want to want to be entertained by being back in
high-school.  Stupid as hell as that period was in my life, it wasn't
near as stupid as someone saying they were looking forward to hearing
ip stutter through yet another boring re-iteration of who ip is over and
over again.

What a fucking jack-off. Give me a fucking break.  You probably ARE
ip, sniping.

After talking to a fellow information junky who uses a lot hi-tech
equipment, and is in love with down-loads of the 'Best of Art Bell'
. . . to which I cannot relate having no sound-card nor willing to
invest in phone-time to peruse the internet . . .

Maybe we can live in the past, and in that past find here and there
junk we deem good 'listening'.

Okay, well: what about right now?  What about what we have to listen to
right now?

Shit!  Think I'll light a fire in the old fire place and entertain my
kids with the same kind of talk that amused us as kids ere there was
any Art Bell.

And I don't take Art Bell lightly.

As a child of maybe two or three, I recall my mother putting me to bed in
an upstairs bedroom.  Off this bedroom was a 'summer room' where my two
oldest brothers were tinkering around with an old Scott Marine Band Radio.

While I was supposedly asleep, I recall our old man coming up to see what
my older brothers were up to with this ancient equipment.

They were picking up single-side-band signals, catching snippits of
chatter between active short-wave people; some things apparently being
picked up from Navy, Air-force . . . maybe Army communications? Who knows?

Dad would stand there in the doorway looking over my older-brothers' shoulders
while smoking his Viceroy or Winston ciggies.

Yet for a 3 or 4 year old child laying there watching: it was magic!

The night sky seen through the casement windows, there was a 'UFO flap'
around that time, and the typical romantacism that attends a child with
brothers and parents: everything seemed possible!

Our oldest brother even did a kind of 'play' or demonstration of 'magic'
by tying a rope around an air-pipe projecting through the roof from this
third-floor house.  He put on a cape, told my older brother he was going
to fly, and he ran from the back of this summer-room and jumped out the
window! My older brother, number 4 son, saw my oldest brother 'fly' out
that window not knowing about the rope he caught and slid down to the
ground by.

A short time later, this oldest brother came back carrying two milk-shakes
and some fries from a local 'hop'.

To our childish perceptions: these guys were GODS!

When Art Bell appeared on the scene! Man!  Confrere with these GODS!

Very cool guy!

That kind of coolness.  That kind of saavy, that kind of jokerism: neat!

Come back! Is all I want!

Why not?  Why must the magic die?

Was there 'memory metal', and 'I-beam'?

I remember one documentary about the balloon project of those days, and
he said they used some celluloid tapes for the ultra-light 'I-beams' or
struts carrying reflectors or mylar-like sensors, as a way of picking up
signals of nuclear events in the USSR or some such.  This chap was saying
that what that doctor described as 'alien symbols' was just some random
pattern printed on this tape.

I find none of it very convincing, that documentary included.

It's all second, third and fourth hand stuff.

Maybe we do, properly, have to 'believe' in 'unidentified flying objects',
even though that reduces to a kind of oxymoronic state of
'not knowing what is unknown.'

I happen to KNOW that I don't know what an 'unidentified' object is, flying
or not.  Not a belief, unless I doubt my senses.

David Hatcher Childress notes some ancient texts from an oral source,
now reduced to print, that amongst the different classes of 'flying
machines' or 'Vimana' as recorded in various Hindu lore, are supposedly
'ships' formed from the bodies of shapeshifting yogis!  Perhaps that was
what was shot down over Roswell!  Then one would have expected to find
nothing or maybe a few flakes of skin or other inert detritus. I personally
don't think that lore necessarily any more or less worthy of belief than
our modern day science-fiction writers. I don't buy the Corso delineations,
either en toto.  I prefer to keep an open mind.  Resisting the urge to
come to a conclusion . . . a challenge.

Quote from: b_dubb on May 17, 2011, 12:50:17 PM
listening to Fresh Air on NPR right now ... discussing Roswell crash ... Area 51 ... so the Roswell crash (according to this author) ... was a flying disc built by the RUSSIANS to fuck with our minds.  anyway ... listen to this show - May 17th

um ... weird

b_dubb: thanks for posting the actual date of your post.
Otherwise, I would have thought that 'yesterday' listed
before yours might have been some technical glitch since
before then, I couldn't tell if this was a dead topic
since about March of this year.

I had a comment, but now . . . I'm nervous.  First time
vistor, long time . . .

Wait a minute hyar! Were you being sarcastic?! You BASTARD!

And. . . missed out on what?

Feels like a Stoppard play: Guildenstern and Rosencrantz are dead in
their verbal tennis.

Anagrammy! Referee this game!

Hmmm!  Interesting, a compliment that might also be a slap!

Well, think I can still call mate! I sincerely complimented you elsewhere.

Mate.

Quote from: Michael V. on May 16, 2011, 11:45:35 AM
i just took a serious look at hoaglands website (and by "serious" i mean more than ten seconds).  i have never seen a more steamy pile of shit than this. 

when you arrive at the site, as if it were 1998, the first thing you notice is the need to SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL...

not to mention the dead links, out of date articles and references, and general ass-hattery.  hoagland's website made ME feel embarrassed FOR him.

Ha! Just when one thinks terseness is the best of humor!

Oh gawd! I almost pissed myself laughing at that post
Michael!

Not just a 'scroll, scroll' and ellipses! But an entire
paragraph of scrolls!

I just want to mention: I've been assiduously perviewing
this sites many different pages.  What an incredible
amount of stuff has been going on here!

Utterly amazing.

All smart-ass comments aside: I'm awed. r.

Quote from: Agent : Orange on April 18, 2011, 06:30:53 PM
That sounds... original.

Iron Sky Teaser 2 - The First Footage

I know this isn't a web-site about good writing or perceptions
of what good writing is.

But that retort by Orange is about the funniest, most
well crafted sentences this child has read.

Makes me want to try this terseness thang. Dang! missed it.
Still verbose.

Excellent retort Orange. Just wanted you to know. Damn!

Why yes, ahem, I can confirm that over here in the REAL universe, alternate
to your puny universe, George has not only won three, but three billion
Emmies!

He single-handedly conquered the Kingdom of Nye, dessimated Parump, Nevada,
took over the planet eerth (sp?) then conquered the satelite called
'Hoaglandville' or meun (sp? maybe it was called 'moon') Marz and all the
other planets of your dimentia (sp? or is it dimention?)

I was at that dinner when he received his first award(s) [difficult to
say, since, he creates and then demolishes realities at a whim . . . ooops
am I talking out of school?]

BE PREPARED, EERTHLINGS!  You WILL be interested to know, soon! George
(we call him GOORGE over here) will be devoting a full week to discussing
Goorgeric (formerly called Turmeric) and the proper ways of . . . drifting
. . . . off . . . mid sente . . .n . . c . .

Uhhhum.

While I found something kind of strained of that father-son dynamic,
that interview, after the kid went to bed, the old man made one
remarkable statement for a Catholic (not an exact quote, my recollection):

Maybe God doesn't know everything and needs us to help figure things out.

More than once there were references to religious training, and george
even interrupted to say something about sending both his kids to . . . ?

at which point he was himself interrupted, but I gather his 'lapsed
Catholicism' happened ere sending his kids through the parochial path . . .
yet he sounded rather proud of that.

Experience and expectations from experience especially those gained
in the formative years, both, challenge I think a host supposedly
'exploring' the unknown.

I'm NOT trying to be conspiratorial, but this man's statement would have
made Art Bell sit up in his chair the same way that Saffy said he or
she did, and that would have gone lots deeper.

'God, omnipresent, omnipotent: but not omniscient?!!! Now that is a
highly radical statement, sir, wouldn't you agree? Or do you think
maybe He (or She) isn't also everywhere and all powerful either?'

I just know Bell would at least have leaped on that one.

Like Aldous pointed out,

"Just a dad and his kid enabling each other in some weird way . . (snip)...."

something made me a little uncomfortable there . . . not exactly sure why,
I felt the interview could have had a lot more inquiry going on rather than
. . . what? a pulpit-feel?

Was it three people talking about the parochial straightjackets but some
internal conflict against such?

I don't know, the more I think about that conversation, what I heard of it,
the weirder it is to my sensibilities.  I wouldn't know anything about
their world. Being a public school mutt.

I'm trying really hard not say: 'something creepy!'

Shit, I did say it, but not as a generalization.

I was once severely rebuked by a parochial 'grad' for
calling Catholic schooling 'parochial'
without knowing anything about it.

The humor was lost.  I bit my tongue, rather than try to defend
myself against his tirade.

I freely admit I don't understand that world,
and not feeling drawn thereto, neither.


I'm going with Aldous here: yawn . . . . and maybe a tad
bit of 'ewwww'.  Luckily, nowadays I CAN say that, and
not fear being burned at the stake.

(when fingers move faster than the mind, editing is
obligatory . . . dropped a NOT.)

"Of these things: only the gods know . . . and perhaps, even
they don't know."  The Upanishads

The 'placebo effect' is, so far as I'm concerned, the 'leak in the
dike' of the dogma of so-called medicine.

The huge efforts to marginalize it practically shouts: something important
going on here, if past dogmas that have been demolished are any precedent.

There is as of yet no such thing as a full-body functional MRI scan so as
to show what is going on in real time everywhere in the body.  The FMRI
machinery, capable of just looking at the living brain in reaction to
stimuli weighs tons.  A full-body FMRI machine using extant tech could
only be installed in a basement and use more electricity than an entire
ward of linear accelerators operating at once.

Unless, of course, one believes Baird Spalding, who claimed a full body
imaging device was developed in the 40s or 50s that not only showed
where a dysfunction was in the body, but also was used as a 'biofeedback'
device, so that patients could heal themselves by altering their attention.

It seems he was claiming that attention to defective areas was the cause
of their problems.

I think he was refering to a variation of the Nemescope
or multiple-radiation microscope or a form of heterodyning
imager.  Could be. Maybe not.

"Gold is the money of kings, silver is the money of gentlemen, barter is the money of peasants â€" but debt is the money of slaves"

Hmmm.  That's an interesting dogma.

Isn't it that fullest information is sequestered by tyrants, secured by
paid violent types, and leaks are punishable by death or starvation?

Gold, silver, barterings and debts notwithstanding: information is
uppermost. The thing of importance is not caste or station: but that
information be factual, true and actionable to good ends. Such is what
throws down all tyranny and slavish devotion to so-called norms.

Collect all the gold you want, but if it stands for a lie and mean
character: dirt is better. Then worms are richer than so-called 'kings'.

Of course, that wouldn't happen, since 'Somewhere In Time' with Art Bell
plays on Saturdays for regular listeners in the Great Northwest. And you'd
have to adjust it for whoever that guy is on Saturdays on c2c. Some preacher.

IF you can get through all the screening, and actually get on the phone
with george, it could go like this:

"AM I ON?  Oh, gosh! Okay, okay: first time listener, long time caller . . .
no! No, wait! er LONG time caller, first time LISTEn....NO! Long time
listner . . . I'm a little nervous! FIRST TIME CALLER. Art? Art, we just
love . . . wait, what??!!!

George? George who now?

This isn't Art? Art Bell . . . I'm calling
Art Bell.  Isn't this Purump Nevada? Art BEll?

Oh, am I still being screened?

Wait, is this a joke?

I'm trying to reach Art Bell.  I've been listening to your show
Somewhere In Time all evening!  What a great show!

What? George Noorie?  Who the hell are you?

Yes. I took it VERY seriously, and for that reason I have, since I first
saw that avatar of oranges', I have not only not kneeled, but posted
everything to this site standing up!

What? Do I have to put a smiley face on every post so that my sense of
humor gets through? Who's taking themselves too seriously, again?

I just like poking a little fun at orange, who's IQ seems to have slipped
a little . . . do i NEED to say . . . jiss kidding?

Or, hows is it you Engis speeking peoples say, a little jok?

But thanks for that little insight to the transform of an Obama poster.

Yes, I recall.  And so, where you might be going with that one . . .
okay . . . drawing a blank. Spell it out for this ignoramus.

I'm sure we all have great expectations (ahem . . . that was supposed to be
'accoucheur-policemen' . . . me spieling not so good.)

http://dickensnorthofboston.wordpress.com/2010/12/30/accoucheur-policeman/

and anagrammy: ditto

Exelsior!

Re: 'format change' for coastgag.

sounds ominous. Hope it's awesomely good or gooder.

However, not to be overly negative (like that's a new thing here-abouts),
hope the format-change is NOT one where the posting format is made more
difficult.

Topic change/changes?

Hope that has to do with the range of interests that were hoped for and
never got, or like and got too little of in the sphere of 'ArtBelldom'
and inheritors.

I think this is a great site.  Pretty generous with all postings, very
patient with various tangents by posters including mine.

It's a great site.

Could be a kernal of a whole new crop and evolve into a radio-show of
its own and in its own right. Pod-castings, streamings, whatever.

I just noticed I wrote 'coastgag' rather than coastgab.  Not gonna change
it, since there has been some great humor on this site. Deep stuff, silly
stuff, all kinds of interesting stuff . . . maybe a little shallow when
in depth discussions are attempted . . . but that's okay.  And I haven't
explored all the different topics yet.

Guess ere I can do that, it will be 'archived' and I'll be reading stuff
restricted to the past.

The past is big! But the future is bigger, idn't it? Or are they the
same size?

Ugh!  I fear that future that can only be entered via 'captcha' or
the same old acoucher policemen that attended the rebirth of 'Coast'.

How much ya wanna bet GN is going to cover the 'end of the whirl' next
Saturday tonight at some point?

funnier than watching a drunken monkey balancing on an orange barrel then
crashing through a window-pane while quoting joseph smith trying to
adjust his high res internets connexions.

Whew! More man!

BTW: I might have seen your point of view a little more faciley had your
'avatar' not been appended by that objectionable tag of 'kneel'.

Do you 'kneel' to logic and reason?  Do you 'kneel' to anything?

Lest you think I 'kneel' to you: I don't.  I kneel to no person save
my parents.

Reason, reasonableness.

Living under some measurable principle attainable by my own puny
thinking processes alone can educe my sacred and conserved
vital force called faith.

Anyone else might also take access to and apply and apply their
faith and yield like results: to that principle of experiment and
enquiry, I give due honor.

I've objected elsewhere to choices of 'avatar' or some 'stand-in' for
posters who have not chosen as of yet an 'avatar'.

I find your 'avatar' and your choice of 'motto' attached thereto:
objectionable.

It seems contrary to your demonstratively reasonable voice.

It makes me wonder why you use it.

You disappear behind it otherwise.

I don't know.  There may be some sense to your methods I think mad.



Not to you.  If you are like me, you are nothing. If you are like me:
you have nothing save the ability to learn.


Are nothing.