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Measuring Gravitational Waves by Antonio A. Gloria Measuring Gravitational Waves by Antonio A. Gloria

Understanding science, myself, others and the world.

Argh.

 


 

Looking left, held at the neck...

Looking left, held at the neck...(by Antonio A. Gloria 02.21.2015)Looking left, held at the neck...(by Antonio A. Gloria 02.21.2015)

Not a much known here for us to be able to take from. Enough to know to make machines to make the work the easier to do for you do ya for. Its in endevours to continue to see what had been, is been, bein’ created to from for and far a far a ways away right as its approached it appeared and preferred and deferred then again for the next and the next and the next. Real time. Living things. Measured in distances through dimensions. One the other One the other All together One the other. Picked out patterns the things making themselves of things they find. Life like organisms becoming living. Like the act of willing. In a weird twist it becomes self aware. Apparently separate. An individual but really a piece of a whole of something. More connected to everything. Tools are always tools. Changing ways of thinking changes tools and changing ways of thinking change again and so on with the tools and alternating perspectives. Twisted strips of metal digging into the Earth.

It's a free form exercise, by Antonio A. Gloria (05.03.2015)


 

The thought is not to fall away from the task at hand. But it’s a difficult ask. To concentrate in this fog of a foreign woodland.  

Ever anxious for a creature we could appreciate. Otherwise not intending to, we stray. Not making heads or tails of any of it.

So we stagger about, arms outstretched, still running face first into a tree. Or rock. Or ledge.

Damn I hurt my pride but my legs work fine.

So we move along and think. Reaching out to each other as teachers to facilitate the news. To the youth. Corrupt them, you know. With knowledge they can understand.

Antonio A. Gloria (04.02.2015)


 

 

Beasts in Dark Shapes by Antonio A. Gloria (03.19.2015)Beasts in Dark Shapes by Antonio A. Gloria (03.19.2015)

Beasts in Dark Shapes        Antonio A. Gloria (03.22.2015)

There are those things that you see when you’re still awake but you have already fallen asleep. Those faces and features that don’t make sense, but those things, so alien, still look into you with familiarity. Very unsettling.

The images in your head that make you think that you're actually going crazy. And they're in no way external. Except for the occasional light trick and eye floater. These demons are usually seeded from pains in the brain. Stress induced.

Isolation seems to add to it too. Being distracted by the inner workings of your mind all the time is not a good idea if you wish to avoid the scary sights. Too many irrational acts for rational animals to understand. Panic attacks.

The worrying effect of your actions toward others. Your wrongdoings put to an already heavily weighted down soul. And this just exacerbates the feeling of a groundless, though not a pointless existence. Sans nihilism.

And always a saving grace. Grace is that thing that keeps you from giving into the fear of the beasts. It’s intangible, grace, like them, the beasts, so they, the beasts and grace, cannot combat each other. That’s your job. Create meaning.

From what exists.  

 

Volatility in the Short Term (Antonio A. Gloria 03.02.2015)

Like living wasn’t always chaotic.

It’s led to a bit of respect for immediacy.

Not that looking ahead or reflecting on the past isn’t good for context but it’s important to be aware of where you are.

This will help you not get overwhelmed. Everything is in and out of existence. Always repeating.

Influences conspired somewhere along the way and all of a sudden there’s a consciousness come a sauntering up.

Metaphors I like like ant colonies amuse children. Similes are candy. "And stars are factories for heavy elements." Interruptions are interesting if informative. Even though I'm damn tired right now.

 

Wait...(dot dot dot means more later)...

Leading Toward Blindness

A poetry story that takes place during a festival.

Just the ups and downs

through various darks and lights.

Leading Toward Blindness by Antonio GloriaLeading Toward Blindness by Antonio Gloria

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