If The Trees Are Pens And The Oceans Are Ink

قُل لَّوْ كَانَ الْبَحْرُ مِدَادًا لِّكَلِمَاتِ رَبِّي لَنَفِدَ الْبَحْرُ قَبْلَ أَن تَنفَدَ كَلِمَاتُ رَبِّي وَلَوْ جِئْنَا بِمِثْلِهِ مَدَدًا 18:109

18:109 Say, " If the Oceans were Ink, the Words of Your Sustainer would Run the Oceans Out (Drain) before His Words (run out), Even if they (the Oceans) were Replenished with their like."
The word used for "ink" is "midadan" which is a poetic term, the common word for "ink" is "hiber". And taking poetic license, the word "midadan" can have various meanings including; "outrigger"=midad مداد , "tide"= mida مدا, "stretch/extend/equip/help/outstretch/prolong/protract/dilate..."=mid مد, "expanse/duration/period/term/time/interval"=midat مدة, depending on just which root was intended for this poetic instance.

---Okay, it seems someone has run out of patience, so here is the quick fix; it would be extremely helpful if our First Lady (Mrs. O) would kindly (and tastefully) replace/update all the sinks in the White House at this point. {Job 41:11 Who has a claim against Me that I must pay? Everything under Heaven belongs to Me.--that's for the snide remark, I suppose. And nobody gets off scott free--I had to promise not to turn the Quran into a cookbook.} And since this post seems to be all about sinks and drains, I wager the cross-section depicted above is some type of funnel for just that purpose."

Surah 82 Infitar (Mushrooming.., Breaking/Cleaving, Alternating..)
وَإِذَا الْبِحَارُ فُجِّرَتْ 82:3
وَإِنَّ الْفُجَّارَ لَفِي جَحِيمٍ 82:14
يَصْلَوْنَهَا يَوْمَ الدِّينِ 82:15
وَمَا هُمْ عَنْهَا بِغَائِبِينَ 82:16
يَوْمَ لَا تَمْلِكُ نَفْسٌ لِّنَفْسٍ شَيْئًا وَالْأَمْرُ يَوْمَئِذٍ لِلَّهِ 82:19

82:3 And when the Oceans Blow Up/Explode/Detonate/Blast/Let Flow/Burst/Undermine/Spout/Shot Out/Dynamite (alternatively, Beginning/Dawn)
82:14 And indeed the Burst/Gush/Fulminate/Spurt/Well/Outburst is Hellish (in the scale)
82:15 They Discover it on the Day of Judgment (Reaches Up Coloring their Debt (what is Due) (alternatively, Persuasion)
82:16 And They will not be Absent from it (Oblivious to it)
82:19 A Day No One Owns/Possess/Rule Over Anyone in Anything and the Command is God's Behest (Permission Only by God's Command).

Alternatively, 82:19 has the following meaning;
82:19 If bored___the property/ownership/keep/hold___ to silence/stop breathing/stop blowing/___ the important business/consequence/concern ___ and care/tend/protect and refresh/irrigate the area with fresh water ___ the Source;

And/Or reads:
82:19 ...Mother points out the Humiliation for having ignored God.

I could be wrong, but I think some Souls are still not happy about the condition New Orleans was left in and I have to mention that I do hold a small interest in BP.
I am not a Petroleum Engineer, but the inference here is to bore/drill upstream of the gush and make it stop blowing that way and remedy by irrigation; in the ocean I suppose that would mean pump the water/referesh and recirculate.

Surah 31 Luqman (The Prophet Luqman)

31:1 الم

31:1 Alif.Lam.Mim.



31:27 مَّا نَفِدَتْ كَلِمَاتُ اللَّهِ إِنَّ اللَّهَ عَزِيزٌ حَكِيمٌ

31:27 And should all the trees on Earth become Pens and the Seas with 7 more Seas Supply them (with ink), Gods Words (Power to Create) would still not be Exhausted/Run Out; Indeed, God is Almighty, Wise.

{Why doesn't God clean it up?---Because God is not your Mama! And if your Mama raised you right you would know to clean up your own mess, or not to make a mess in the first place. And the implication is that this 'accident' is somehow related to 'a severe denunciation' and I am guessing it is something related to the Hurricane Katrina disaster, based on proximity and the saying 'rises up coloring their debt', meaning that is makes clear/obvious by 'coloring it in' what they owe or is 'due'.}


A Rainy Day Spider

"The Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout,
Down Came the Rain and washed the Spider out."--
Nursery Rhyme (Rondo)

Most spiders belong to the orb weaver Aranidae ("A Rainy Day") spider family. And while it may be common knowledge that an image of a spider appears in the upper right corner on the obverse of the One-Dollar bill, I had not noticed it until someone pointed it out to me a few years ago.

While the web motif is part of the design on the dollar bill, it has been said that the spider is not intentionally part of that design but is rather a vestige of the printing process. What a remarkable synchronicity that it happens to appear nestled in its web, if that is the case. {The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn Comic Panel as it appeared in the June 4, 2010 issue of The Los Angeles Time, 7 days after this post date; synchronicity?}

Since the earlier post had to do with the Fly Fable and flicker fusion frequency, it seems appropriate to follow up with the one about the simile for the spider's convoluted cobweb.

Surah 29 Ankaboet (Spider)
مَثَلُ الَّذِينَ اتَّخَذُوا مِن دُونِ اللَّهِ أَوْلِيَاء
كَمَثَلِ الْعَنكَبُوتِ اتَّخَذَتْ بَيْتًا
وَإِنَّ أَوْهَنَ الْبُيُوتِ لَبَيْتُ الْعَنكَبُوتِ
لَوْ كَانُوا يَعْلَمُونَ 29:41

29:41 The example (Allegory, Simile, Metaphor) of those who take others beside God for protectors is like a spider when she takes her home (for shelter); and indeed the frailest of homes is a spider’s home, if they only knew.

In light of the current economy and the fact that a spider appears to make its home on the $1, it goes without having to elaborate further that the spider has indeed taken a weak domicile at present. The national motto as codified in United States Code Title 13 §302 federal law, "In God We Trust" also appears on the dollar bill, and must be the only thing left holding it up (protecting it).

Okay, so here I am making a sincere effort to do my best to keep going and You keep trying to make me die laughing (somehow, it doesn't surprise me that 41/29=1.41 and just by Magic ('cuz we can't say G-O-D) spider silk can stretch about 140% of its length before snapping (a measure of ductility) and that 29/41 is 0.707. The density of spider silk is 1.3 g/cm^3 (30% greater than the density of water at 39F/4C) and 1.3 x 0.707 =0.919, which happens to be the density of water at 60 F/15.6 C and the same as the density for adipose tissue (besides making people fat also serves important endocrine functions and is the key component necessary for soft tissue reconstruction)--now I totally lost my train of thought... {Cathy by Cathy Guisewite Comic Strip "Nostalgic for Fat" as it appeared in the Los Angeles Times June 4, 2010}

{In an unrelated matter, I heard it through the grapevine that 'they' think there was an overreaction on my part to a 'minor misunderstanding'---what about "yeah, f#%$ her!" did I not understand correctly and overreact to; and this callous affront following their having succeeded in making the Universe collapse in the right side of my brain!?}

Symbolize 'That' or What Takes from the Level Below the Creator 'Parent'
Do/Perform Spider taking Home Page while 'That' decays (41, 29, -1)
Return to Base Your Bot As Long As (Post, Banner, True)

Adapt What Is Taken From Below The Creator/Source (What Is Taken From Transcribed Source) Parent (molecules) Typified by a Spider when it Takes/Makes its Home And the Weakest Spot/Distempered Beta (bond?) Starting Point of the Spider, If they can Locate it.

Moving Too Fast Or Too Slow Depending On Light Conditions

Just how scary is a world where everything around you moves 8% too fast in the dark, and in the light everything moves about 20% too slow, but your comprehension speed is pegged at an average 600 milliseconds?

How much more disquieting if you are just a kid?

Surah 22 Hajj (Pilgrimmage)
يَا أَيُّهَا النَّاسُ ضُرِبَ مَثَلٌ
فَاسْتَمِعُوا لَهُ إِنَّ الَّذِينَ تَدْعُونَ مِن دُونِ اللَّهِ
لَن يَخْلُقُوا ذُبَابًا وَلَوِ اجْتَمَعُوا لَهُ
وَإِن يَسْلُبْهُمُ الذُّبَابُ شَيْئًا لَّا يَسْتَنقِذُوهُ مِنْهُ
ضَعُفَ الطَّالِبُ وَالْمَطْلُوبُ 22:73

22:73 O, All You People! An example is struck (An Allegory, a Simile; The Saying Goes…)-- So, Pay Attention (listen to it, harken)! Indeed, those you call upon other than God cannot create (form) a fly (flutter/flicker) (even) should they (coalesce) come together (to do so); and if the fly (flutter/flicker) rob (deprive/strip) them of anything they cannot regain(recoup/recapture) it from him; feeble are the seekers and the sought.

Quick, what's 73 less 22?

Now that we got the Area 51 matter out of the way, let's take a look at why the Fly Fable is found in the Quran.

The visual acuity of a fly is much keener than that of the average human; a necessary evolutionary bias that enables the fly to resolve visual cues when flying/manuevering at flight speed; a speed that is much faster than required for human bipedal locomotion, otherwise the poor fly would go splat.

It is reported in the literature that the fly's flicker fusion frequency is about 300 Hz vs the human's (on average 24 Hz in low-light conditions and about 60 Hz in bright fields). Higher flicker fusion frequency is always the case for birds and flying insects which enables them to see details while moving at faster speeds than demanded of us, and avoid obstacles in a fraction of the time that a human could (that's why people get into high speed car accidents, but hawks don't run into trees and shrubs when in hot pursuit of their ground prey). To a fly we appear to be moving in slow motion, at least 5 times slower and that's why we can't easily swat it.

While Sign 22:73 alludes to the fly robbing someone of something that they cannot recoup even should they combine forces to get it back, the deeper meaning is that those who suffer from the inability to coalesce or combine their efforts to create the flutter or flicker are unable to form the correct flicker (fusion frequency) even if they come together for that purpose; and that this flicker disparity is stripping them of something that cannot be readily regained (probably their comprehension or some other intangible thing that cannot actually be restored); making them feeble or debilitated.

If it is assumed that the chapter number, in this case 22, is the average low-light flicker fusion frequency for these individuals with this dysfunction. The implication is that it must be a scary, disconcerting experience to be in the dark and have things jump out and around at about 8% faster rate than expected. This group of people may be suffering some form of autism since the word 'dharb' alludes to 'various, trashing, multiple impact' which sometimes manifests as repetitive rocking back-and-forth motion or striking out. And in bright-light conditions the world must be moving about 22% too slow if the verse number 73 is assumed to be the average bright-light flicker fusion frequency for someone suffering from this condition.

It is just an assumption, but having one's perception challenged in this way would undoubtedly affect behaviour, speech, socialization--what have you.



Someone did a search with the following string and landed at telepathy101.blogspot.com :

"what should a girl do when a man is communicating by mental telepathy? "

In an ordinary world, the answer is obvious, you let nature take its course; but under extraordinary circumstances, say, because every cell in your body has been manipulated to oblivion and each of you is married to someone else and you don't look anything like the tail he is chasing around his office and you're not short on cash or company, you do what the Big Voice in the room tells you to do and you "Get Out of The Way-Now!"
Not surprisingly, the Quran offers just this type of tailor-made approach to problems; a fix to suit any occassion.
As an example, let's take Abraham's concern and the way it's handled as recorded in Sign 2:260.
{Ok. Ok. What He, the 'Big Voice' in the room, actually Said (but in the interest of brevity I gave a sound bite); "I Will Not Let you Fall. I Want you to get dressed (not what you all may think-- I was getting a medical exam) and Leave. NOW! You'll not see him again.} (In response; I got dressed, left the examining room, called the elevator, made it to the parking lot, got in the car, started the engine, fastened my seatbelt, exited the building and made it to the street in less than 30 seconds flat! And as I drove off I could 'see' that my departure was lightening quick because it was just then that the doctor was just making his way back to the examining room and rushed to the elevator bank only to find that I was gone without a trace---date of the incident on or about October 5, 1996 at around 6 pm. Who was the doctor speaking to about my medical condition on the phone in his office having established that it was not me, not the Owner of the 'Big Voice' (the Big Voice was kind o' neat, but what clinched it for me was seeing a demonstration of Your 'ability to commandeer the pixels' on my flatscreen tv at home and scroll messages of a personal nature in 30 inch lettering across it while knowing there was no dedicated private feed to our basic cable subscription), and not my spouse who was with me during part of the exam and had just left to to pick up the kids, and later found out it was not my lawyer, and not my other treating doctor, either? That pretty much elimates it being any body else's business. And now that You are all tied up in Nots, The Real Question Remains; More Importantly than What Planet am I on-- What Kind of Game are You Playing?)
And, get this; some time later, maybe years had gone by, I contacted a young lady who gave psychic readings by phone out of her home in New Jersey. Something about her seemed genuine. She did not ask me for anything other than my name and payment information and started her reading. She had never met me before the night of that 15-minute consulation; she couldn't get a bead on who the mysterious caller was, but she did say; whithout any prompting from me whatsoever; 'We All Saw You Leave That Night, We saw you leave him and he went after you as far as the elevator bank.' I asked her who was the caller, who are We that saw all this? She could only say she speaks spontaneously when she gives her readings and does not really know what is the nature of the information or who is providing it.)

Chapter 2 The Calfوَإِذْ قَالَ إِبْرَاهِيمُ رَبِّ أَرِنِي كَيْفَ تُحْيِـي الْمَوْتَى قَالَ أَوَلَمْ تُؤْمِن
قَالَ بَلَى وَلَـكِن لِّيَطْمَئِنَّ قَلْبِي قَالَ فَخُذْ أَرْبَعَةً مِّنَ الطَّيْرِ فَصُرْهُنَّ إِلَيْكَ
ثُمَّ اجْعَلْ عَلَى كُلِّ جَبَلٍ مِّنْهُنَّ جُزْءًا ثُمَّ ادْعُهُنَّ يَأْتِينَكَ سَعْيًا
وَاعْلَمْ أَنَّ اللّهَ عَزِيزٌ حَكِيمٌ 2:260

2:260 And when Abraham said, "Lord, show me how you give life to the dead." (God) Said, "Do you not Believe (accept it as True)?" (Abraham) said, "Yes, (of course), but so that I am reassured (with) inner (certainty, in my heart)." (God) Said, "Take 4 birds and train them to obey you, then place a portion of them on each mountain and call them; they will seek you (come to you) at your command (in order); and know/teach that God is Wise, Powerful."

So, Abraham learned by similitude of Falconry how it is that God Resurrects the Dead.

And, word apparently got out about my culinary prowess, so the same Sign 2:260 is a convenient Recipe that I plan to try for tonight's dinner:
2:260 And Abraham (his daughter) said, ”Lord, show me how to adapt (this recipe) and bring life to this dead (chicken)!” He said, “Don’t you believe (it can be done)?” (She) said, “Yes, but to insure the inside (is cooked).” He Said, “Take the thighs/legs of 4 birds and ground them up, then take a portion of that and knead it with a couple of figs (play up to your taste, ie season to your liking) and (grill until) there is a mark over the highest part (of the fire); and invite them to dinner and they will come in an orderly fashion; and know Your God Is Provident (Compos Mentis when it comes to you) and very Powerful (because at any time He could Swat you like a fly).”

{I substituted 1 lb. ground chicken breast for the legs and minced a couple of dried figs for the fresh and formed them into cutlets, seasoned with salt and pepper and a little dry tarragon then grilled them and they turned out moist and lovely; my family complained about the sweetness, but I balanced it with tart heirloom tomatoes for a side and made Panini sandwiches with provolone cheese out of the cutlets; they were quite nice. It turns out I have a bunch of finicky eaters at home and I hope the substitution wasn’t committing sacrilege, but the dark meat may have stood up to the figs' sweetness better, and next time maybe leave out the terragon.}

And You, Dear, get a buggy program out of it (Just what You need, right?)
إِذْ while
قَالَ declare
إِبْرَاneedle /cursor/pointer بْرَ land/ground
هِيمُ main
رَبِّ raise/increase/collect/gather/accumulate
أَرِنِي show me /display/
كَيْفَ how to alter/revise/copy/rework/adapt
تُ to
الْمَوْتَى endless /death/infinity

قَالَ declare
أَوَ Or
لَمْ Round up/gather/collect
تُؤْمِن accept as True; or تُؤْTau مِن from/of

قَالَ declare
بَلَى Yes; or بَ with; لَى twisting/torsion
وَ and
لَـكِن while is
لِّيَ twisting/bending/torsion/contortion/bending/flexion/
طْمَئِنَّ reassure/check
قَلْبِي inner/core decrease; invert/flip/transform B (or the center?)

قَالَ Declare
فَخُذْ take; thigh/leg (of a right triangle)
4أَرْبَعَةً four, tuple-4
مِّنَ of/from
الطَّيْرِ whatever flies around
فَصُرْ grate/cut into small pieces/differentiate
هُنّ from/of
إِلَيْكَ to you; to torsion/flexion/twisting...

ثُمَّ then
اجْعَلْ mark/locate
عَلَى on/to
كُلِّ each
جَبَلٍ maximum
مِّنْهُنَّ among them/key or most important of them (presumable the key vector)
جُزْءًا portion/section/slice/fraction/piece/bit/parcel

ثُمَّ then
ادْعُهُنَّ call them/execute the function

يَأْتِينَكَ come/comes/ (it should yield (this is a guess, any 2 pairs in order))
سَعْيًا in order/sequence
وَاعْلَمْand know/teach
اللّهَ عَزِيزٌ حَكِيمٌ God is Wise/Sage/Provident/Separate/Discrete and Powerful/Exponential

My first sloppy take, since I don't know what I'm doing:

Do While (2, 260)
Declare Cursor = 0, **The main pointer/needle set to
ground/ and other values needed for this algorithm**
Display [Value];
//**How to adapt the Area (local neighborhood) from the Infinite** (Big O?)

Declare [A,B]
Or //**Round Up, Collect; ie sum up the vector space
with torsion?**
Direct Sum ΠUT= ATÅBT
Check True? //I don't know

//make sure the Inner/Core is diminished, is this some sort of
topology investigation?//
Declare Tuple-4 (a, b, c, d)//4 of whatever is
flying around//key vector
a=c sin A = c cos B
b=c sin B = c cos A //the
legs of a right triangle//

σaθb {R} //select Key Vector/help!//
d/d(R)//cut them into pieces, discrete values, differentiate
/help!--someone must have already developed this algorithm//
the maxima
//then call /execute

Print [A,B]
Declare //God is
Wise, Powerful//

Laugh if you like, but I am not the programming genius here and You have your work cut out for You...

***As a general observation, your airfoils sure fly slow around here**


A Day At The Beach

Sometime in 2001

Him: Look at you, waving at that helicopter as if they can see you!

Her: They came out of nowhere--I was just letting them know that I can see them.

Him: To them you look like a drop of rain in an Ocean…do you mind if I ask why you are just sitting in your car, why you don’t step out and walk down to the beach. It’s a beautiful day!

Her: Not feeling well.

Him: Why? You don’t look like there is anything wrong with you.

(Protracted silence)

Him: What exactly is wrong with you?

Her: I had a toxic exposure… I have a headache…they say it’s asthma…it feels more like seizures. (With every packet of information she is forced to relay her agitation grows more evident; she had come here to withdraw and not have to deal with people only to find this random passerby with nothing better to do but engage in conversation).

Him: Oh…I see…where was the explosion?

Her: There was no explosion, just a slow chronic buildup of toxins in a tight building where I work…

Him: Yes, but when was the explosion? There is usually an explosion in these cases (he says pensively).

Her: (slowly shaking her head No).

Him: Where do you work?

Her: Government office.

Him: (Nods knowingly) I see--Government! Do you see that building there? I think that it is a government building (he casually points to a lot across the street)

Her: There is no building there…(the irregular knoll didn’t appear to be large enough for a 2-bedroom home let alone a government building and the strictly residential neighborhood was far too opulent).

Him: Sure there is, don’t you see the drive way; the access road around the back?

Her: Excuse me, I am going to open the car door now and step out. He backs up to allow the door clearance.

Her: (Looks at the spot he had pointed to and Wonders what he is talking about, clearly there was no building standing there) No, there is no building there that I can see.

Him: Well, perhaps when you come back in a few years…my name is John, by the way, what’s yours?


Him: AXXX?


Her: (Exasperated by now at having to repeat her name 3 times, and wondering how he can know her older sisters’ names) It’s RXXXX.

Him: Oh! RXXXX! (He says while at the same time shifting the expression on his face and his voice to look and sound just like her late father)

Her: It was nice to meet you, John, I think I’ll go down to the beach and catch a prayer.

Him: (He holds out his hand and they shake hands farewell, then he resumes his initial demeanor) Good-bye…for now. (and he winks impishly, so quickly that she doubts seeing him wink).

As John watches her make her way down to the shore and he realizes exactly how she finally got the help she needed, he laughs his head off!

Zits Comic Strip by Jerry Scott & Jim Borgman as it appeared in the June 4, 2010 issue of The Los Angeles Times.

A large building nears final construction on the site in question as of this blog entry date; but somehow I am disinclined to believe the chopper or its occupants had anything to do with my mother.