Seeing Doubles

The women pictured above are not any direct relation to me, however, their uncanny resemblence to my birth Mother and my Daughter are more than just a passing interest.

I don't even know how I chanced on the image of Nevada Stoody (Duchess of Oporto), I wasn't searching for her, and I remember thinking it odd that in that particular image she looked alot like my mom, although not so much in other pictures of her.

The image of the Paris Woman, by Dennis Hopper, I had come across when looking into the retrospective of his art exhibit soon after he passed away last year, and it floored me how much His muse looks like my daughter, born 5 years prior to the 1994 date of this particular artwork.

On seeing Nevada's image and my mentioning the likeness to my daughter's grandmother, my daughter said, 'Is that why you're so pretty, Mom?'

And it being a mutual admiration society, I countered, 'That's why You're so pretty, daughter; and then look at Dennis Hopper's muse!'

Then she said, 'Yeah, that one is weird, she does look just like me.'

And then she asks how that could even be possible and answers her own question, 'Maybe it's because there is something to us all coming from just the one pair. Or maybe, it's just some kind of weird dream we are all having.'

She goes on to say, 'Whenever I say things like that to Dad, he says, 'There you go, sounding just like your mother!''

And then she says, 'You mean, I sound like a Scientist?'

And then I think-- more like, sober.

To get to the Science behind these Dopplegangers (convincing doubles, anyway), we need to take a closer look.

Duck Season_Rabbit Season
I_Give_Up_Season

خَلَقَكُم مِّن نَّفْسٍ وَاحِدَةٍ ثُمَّ جَعَلَ مِنْهَا زَوْجَهَا

 وَأَنزَلَ لَكُم مِّنْ الْأَنْعَامِ ثَمَانِيَةَ أَزْوَاجٍ

 يَخْلُقُكُمْ فِي بُطُونِ أُمَّهَاتِكُمْ خَلْقًا مِن بَعْدِ خَلْقٍ فِي ظُلُمَاتٍ ثَلَاثٍ

 ذَلِكُمُ اللَّهُ رَبُّكُمْ لَهُ الْمُلْكُ لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا هُوَ فَأَنَّى تُصْرَفُونَ (39:6

39:6 He Created you (all) from One (singular/united) Soul, then Brought forth from Her (that Soul) Her Mate/Spouse/Dual; and He Propagated/Revealed/Sent Down to you (all) of/from Blessings/Affirmations (usually al.'an3am'  الْأَنْعَام     is interpreted as 'Cattle', but does not make sense in this context, so here rendered as secondary meanings having to do with 'affirmation/yes/aye/agreement?') 8 Pairs/duals/mates; He Creates you (all) in your mothers' stomachs (wombs) (one) Creation after another Creation, in a threefold darkness/mystery; This Is Allah, Your Sustainer, To Whom Belongs The Dominion; There is No God Except for Him; How is it that you are (all) so misguided/lost/wasted?

يَا أَيُّهَا النَّاسُ اتَّقُواْ رَبَّكُمُ الَّذِي خَلَقَكُم مِّن نَّفْسٍ وَاحِدَةٍ
 وَخَلَقَ مِنْهَا زَوْجَهَا وَبَثَّ مِنْهُمَا رِجَالاً كَثِيرًا وَنِسَاء
 وَاتَّقُواْ اللّهَ الَّذِي تَسَاءلُونَ بِهِ وَالأَرْحَامَ
 إِنَّ اللّهَ كَانَ عَلَيْكُمْ رَقِيبًا4:1

(4:1) Harken! All You People! Pay careful attention to your Sustainer Who Created You (all) from One Soul (singular/united) and Created from Her ('soul' is feminine gender in Arabic) Her Mate/Dual/Spouse and broadcast from them Men in multitudes and Women; and heed God (by whom) you demand mutual rights (from each other) and (respect) the wombs (that bore you); indeed, God Is Ever Watchful over you. (رَقِيبًا  raqib, means Observes/Watchful but also implies a 'sergeancy' (serves a protective duty))

Sign 4:1, from Sura 4, The Women, makes mention of our common ancestry from one 'integrated' soul. The theme of having been created out of one 'living entity' is repeated in Signs 7:189 and 6:98; that the 'living entity' is a 'man+woman' is mentioned in 49:13.

And given that ancestry and heredity are closely linked to chromosomes, it would not be a great stretch to take Sign 4:1 as the Choromosome Number 4: Region 1 (either p or q arm; but since the p arm has only 1 region for the human chromosome 4, I would assume this particular sign is pointing something out in that region that has to do with "tasa' luna bihi" which breaks down to something like "T sa' loena bihi wa al.arhham' , 'T's color is worsened by (it) and the wombs/matrices', or 'its color worsens by it and the wombs/matrices' , variably 'T-C (ar. letter seen--as in cytosin) Termination color..."

A geneticist may have some insight into what the God/controller is in this particular region or chromosome 4 that behaves in such a manner, and it also functions as a protection/something that serves to protect or discharges other duties akin to those of a 'sergeant' and further that it serves as a 'marker' ('marker', 'sergeant', 'watches/observes/control/oversee/proctor//blue-pencil (edits)' all derive from رقيبا /رقيبه  raqiba, raqibah,  and the absolute form raqibat means 'stake-holder'; and, the simple root rqb رقب means 'neck').

Sign 39:6 in Chapter 39, Az_Zumar (The Groups), can be treated the same way as 4:1 paying careful attention to the word الْأَنْعَام      al.an3am, that while it does mean cattle and points to '8- couples/pairs/espoused twosome' ثَمَانِيَةَ أَزْوَاجٍ,  something these 'cattle' have in common/differ is also associated with the secondary meaning of al.an3am's of it having to do with several variants:

• the root n3m نْعَم  v. to refine/improve/enhance/polish/upgrade/perfect/cultivate/hone
• نعم the same word without the diacritic marks means 'yes', an affirmative/positive/absolute/agreement
• نعام  or نْعَام  na3am means 'ostrich'; some genetically remarkable characteristics of which include: 

acute eyesite and hearing; the fastest animal on 2 legs (run over 70 kilometres per hour (43 mph) for up to 30 minutes); have just two toes on each foot ( an adaptation that seems to aid in running, most birds have four),  the nail on the larger, inner toe resembles a hoof (found in cattle/horses/ungulates) and the outer toe has no nail; the largest eyes of any land vertebrate and they are shaded from sunlight falling from above; largest egg of any living bird; female ostrich can pick out their own eggs from communal nests. The word 'ostrich' derives from the Latin word for 'camel'.

• لْأَنْعَام la.an3am with diacritica لانعام  seems to mean 'to fully' and without the diacritic marks لأنعم ' to softer' which would indicate making something most flexible/pliable or have the most plasticity.
• and finally, the full word الْأَنْعَامِ   al.an3am(i) primarily meaning 'cattle'

Of which  8-pairs have been proferred to Humanity. 8-pairs that are in agreement (like matching autosomes? that are somehow associated with 'cattle'). Makes one wonder what the 8 types of cattle share chromosome-ally speaking? Cattle, or hoofed animals/ungulates is an order of mammals, of which 6 to 8 survive.

Recent sequencing of bovine genome has determined that cows have 22,000 genes, and 80% of bovine genes are shared with humans--ie., that cows are much more similar to humans than rodents. (Do the 8 pairs (matching/affirmatives) mentioned here add up to that 80%?)

The Human DNA is comprised of 46 chromosomes (22 pairs of autosomes and one pair of sex chromosomes, half are contributed by the mother and the complementary half by the father).

If counted individually, and taking the maternal chromosomes first, then autosome #39 is the maternal portion of chromosome 20, which happens to be metacentric, (no luck finding a diagram of chromosome 20, so presumably there is a region 6).

The indication being that these shared 8 pairs have characteristics that enhance/refine the human; makes for plasticity/pliability when 'matrixed' or in the womb (?is it what makes infants 'softer' or more completely 'pliant' that they are able to pass through the birth canal in humans?)

But the really interesting synchronicity is the shared human/bovine DNA and that this post is about body doubles/clones and my having read the sci-fi novel The House of the Scorpion by Francis Farmer a few years ago (a great read) in which clones were propagated using cows. I wonder how much of this information was available to the author at the time of her writing the book and how much of it she had contrived only to see the related Truth of it some time later.

The Arabic word for womb and matrix is the same, and according to the online etymology dictionary the word matrix drives from the following:

late 14c., from O.Fr. matrice, from L. matrix (gen. matricis) "pregnant animal," in L.L. "womb," also "source, origin," from mater (gen. matris) "mother." Sense of "place or medium where something is developed" is first recorded 1550s; sense of "embedding or enclosing mass" first recorded 1640s. Logical sense of "array of possible combinations of truth-values" is attested from 1914.

The logical sense is the most captivating here in that the reference in Sign 39:6 to 'affirmations'/agreement' or 'yes' for the word an3am is very closely related to 'truth-values' of which there are 2; either 0=False or 1=True, and is would appear that what was selected is the 'matching' or pairs that agreed, 0 for 0, 1 for 1; and, again, of which there are 8 pairs.

Then, I write as I choke back the tears, guess who's doppleganger this is?

Complete with 3aba' عباءة
(Derives from last name having to do with Cloak)

How'd They Do That?

And here is the maternal contribution to your name:

Starting with the letter '3ayn' ع:

The letter name for which is derived from Proto-Semitic *ʿayn- "eye", and the Phoenician letter had an eye-shape, ultimately derived from the ı͗r hieroglyph.

To this day, 'ayin in Hebrew, Arabic and Maltese means "eye" (‘ayno in Assyrian).

The second syllable is taken as (ab) then it means 'water' in Persian, and it means Father in Arabic, a root that more than likely derives from the ancient word in Egyptian (nb) for Lord + Master. (In combination with the '3ayn' ع, it forms words meaning 'spring' or 'well' and 'Father's /Master's/Lord's Eye'. 

If the second syllable is taken to be (n.ab) then there is a root in ancient Egyptian  'nb' which means "All". Interesting in that the phoneme N in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs is the 'water ripple' and is also used as a preposition from, in, by, to...

Taken as a whole, it is what's known as Ziziphus zizyphus , a fruiting shade tree, commonly called jujube.  The Arabic name for which sidr, and sadr, appears in the Quran Surah 53 (Najm. Revelation, The Star) and Surah 56 (The Event) as one of the trees the denizens of Paradise will find themselves surrounded by:

 عِندَ سِدْرَةِ الْمُنْتَهَى  (53:14  
عِندَهَا جَنَّةُ الْمَأْوَى (53:15) 
     إِذْ يَغْشَى السِّدْرَةَ مَا يَغْشَى (53:16  
مَا زَاغَ الْبَصَرُ وَمَا طَغَى (53:17)

53:14 (He met Him) by the Lote Tree of the Farthest Limit (Sidrat al-Muntaha)

53:15 Near it is the Garden Haven (Sanctuary, Resting Place, Abode)

53:16 The Sidra (Lote Tree) Distorted/Simulated/Blurred any Distortion/Blur/Haze/Syncope

53:17 His (The Prophet's) Eye (vision) did not waver/evade/avoid nor dominate/control (it)

Sign 53:14 refers to one point at which The Prophet (pbuh) met Gabriel during one of His descents, at the Sidrat al-Muntahā (Arabic: سدرة المنتهى‎) -- a Lote tree that marks the end of the seventh heaven, the boundary where no creation can pass (and do You wanna know why no one can pass? Because if You do manage such a feat and find Yourself at God's Doorstep, God Himself acts like no One's ever died before and hijacks Your spaceship and brings You right back down to Earth where You (or at least I) keep wishing this persistent after image would all just go away!--that's why).

 فِي سِدْرٍ مَّخْضُودٍ (56:28  

56:28 fee sadrin mkhdthoudin

56:28 (They will find themselves) among fruit-laden Lote Trees  

Where's The Disconnect?

It appears, "what we've got here is a failure to communicate."--spoken by the character Luke (Paul Newman)in the movie Cool Hand Luke, 1967.

The reason this well-laid plan backfired is because while all the other girls fall over themselves when they see exactly what it is I am looking at and get all trippy for a love story, my particular lexicon makes the same message they are receiving sound like a joke!

Take for example when the women sat around discussing His rather novel 'arrival' in '96 (or was it '97?)

They went gaga over it and went on about the incident like it were the hottest romance novel at the local bookclub meeting.

I got the distinct impression that He 'landed' in the backyard and about the only penetration that took place was His passing through my closed French Doors on His way out, stopping briefly to make sure I am aware of His presence and to intimate, 'Don't touch my face'. ('don't touch my face...don't look at my hands...' makes me wonder is there any part of Him not off limits to me?)

And on the way out He manages to get every appliance and electronic gadget to act up.

The Romantics at the round table discussion get all sad about it, saying things like, 'She thinks He left her...' (Well--yeah, but He finds other means of engagement, check out the expression on the Lost Bunny of the Apocalypse's face; just too precious).

Prickly City Cartoon Panel Dec. 14, 2011
The Lost Bunny of The Apocalypse's Wife Comes Forward

And more cooing from the peanut gallery, "She doesn't know Who He is?" "They don't recognize each other!"

Their hearts are in the right place, those sentimental dears, doesn't everybody get to buy into the fairytale pap ever since they r knee hi to a grasshopper?

That's why the ruse generally works, well it did in every case until now.

The failure due in large part to Miss Interpretation (that would be me, not perfect enuf to get Translated like the rest of ewes, so I have to sit here and Interpret for myself).

Take for example if our protagonist were to say something like, "Me déshabiller!"

All the love struck bunnies would swoon--seeing the perils He withstood to get to Her; or, if shallow like me, at just what a hottie He Is!

But what they understand to mean, "Undress me!" she takes to mean, "I Am This Idiot! ( me dis (a Brooklyn 'this') habeel هبيلc!")

And when she dashes off a message to apprise Him of this Revelation, (if not to Him directly, then to SomeOne she knows will forward it), He writes back, "Don't yell at Me!"

To which she blithely responds (without sending), "WHO INVENTED CAPS LOCK?!!!"
And He volleys with, "...little girls should not use so many exclamation marks!"

Which leaves her speechless and with nothing left To_Do but k-p duty and start peeling onions from Chicago vis-a-vis Calcutta_Kingston (link) in response to His final dig search phrase "you're not supposed to do that" (Dec 6, 2011) so she can get a handle on what exactly she was not supposed to do, while contemplating what page(s) He lands on when He searches "quotes about being let down" because Google Analytics takes more than 8 hours to compile that information?

How's this for a been-let-down quote, and u can quote me, "Krift hayati wa izmikt hayat ad.dunya."
Strangely enough, i still find it easy to remain upbeat, not because i am hopeful things can get better, but in knowing no matter what comes next i've lived through worse.

So Much For Diplomatic Immunity!_%$@_817575

"It seems to me madness to wake up in the morning and do something other than paint, considering that one may not wake up the following morning." --Frank Auerbach


This Morning's Commute...That's Right, Dear, That's A Ka-Boom! on the passenger side of my vehicle...

There was very little traffic and the road was clear of any debris and I didn't see anyone standing around or notice anybody milling about, and no vehicles were immediately flanking me nor did I see anything flying around in my peripheral field of vision, sooo I was surprised to hear what sounded like a loud thunder clap and feel something impacted my vehicle, the impact coming from the passenger side. Since whatever it was didn't interfere with the vehicle's operation, I continued my commute to work and thought to check what it was once I arrived there, thinking it may have been somthing kicked up from the street after all and the worse case scenario is I would need to repair any dents and scratches.

At the first opportunity to inspect for damage I could see a white blast of something centered on the passenger door and feathering out all along the side, there was also some of it on the door handle. Disappointing, considering the car had just been detailed over the weekend and the paint had looked to be nearly as good as new. Taking my fingernail to check for the depth of what looked to be white scratches left in the silver paint I was again surprised to find that the residue fell away like ashes and relieved to see there was no damage whatsoever to the door underneath.
I would have not thought any more of it, other than some prankster standing around paintballing morning communters, but that it was not paint and for the fact that for some inexplicable reason I was in pain over the long weekend, like my legs were blown out from under me. A good reason to stay in and not talk to anybody, a sign that My Secret Admirer took to mean 'your silence means consent,' when they surfed into this site on November 25, 2011 with that search phrase. (With that they landed on a post that had the words 'consent' and 'your' and 'silence', none of which appeared together and the search phrase itself is not on the page 'If The Trees Were Pens...' --how funny, when I don't recall anyone having put any proposals to me for consent, refusal, or further comment.)

My Reaction to This Morning's Commute

Street Art by Uncertain Artist

The street artist eloquently captured my reaction to this entire affair (one where You stand by and watch me get f##ed without having the dubious pleasure of first getting laid); it's a little strange in a non Ha-Ha way how the image even bears my resemblance.

You wanna Know Why I don't talk to You?

It's not because I Think Who I AM, it's because I Know Who You ARE!

(and knowing where You All landed this is a pretty shoddy way to treat Your hostess, I must say)

Besides, isn't this some kind of 'Taming of the Shrew' excercise for You, or simply enjoying the Thrill of the chase?

As in 'don't speak unless first spoken to', 'obey the rules' (that are not for anybody else, just me)?

Not that I ever was so shrewish or in need of taming--I mean, here I go looking like I need a game keeper while weilding my crotchet needle in one hand and a thesaurus in the other! (btw, while everyone has a right to dress down casual in LA, can't you be a little more fashion forward about it?)

They are wondering why I don't go around planting a kiss on Jesus?

It's because we will each resort to this before we even consider incest!

You think I can't remember who I am?

I've had enuf time to think about it and enough kitchen jokes from my Great Aunt--we all call Her 'Auntie Christ' around here, before I give any of them the satisfaction of admitting they actually did this to me or that they can continue with their fu#$#T^Jed up campaign to China!

I pulled the telling symptoms from an earlier post, for propriety's sake and because someOne said to delete it. {That's why we are called 'isma3ilye', it's because when we hear voices, we know we are not crazy, and we listen  ಥ_ಥ}

But here I will say this much and You can Go Figure:

In Humans, the mucous/spongy tissue in the male's genetalia is predominately the urethra and in a generously endowed man the interior surface area approximated by a tube 7mm diameter and 25cm in length, or approx. 55 cm^2.

And let's assume the nerves are just as densely packed along the homologous tissue of the female genitalia which includes the vagina (but also the labia, urethra, clitoris, uterus and other structures that we will ignore to simplify the excercise); in a 30ish-year old woman who stands about 5'4" and weighs around 140 lbs and had delivered 2 children, the conservative estimate for the surface area is approximated by a tube with an average diameter of 4cm (average top to bottom vaginal canal only) and 16cm length (in fact there is no standard shape/size to the vaginal canal the diam range 2.5-8 cm and 15-20 cm long), roughly a surface area of about 180 cm^2.

That translate to at least 133% more pain for her than it ever could be for him (remember we sized him generously and ignored some of her other parts to make the idea--how shall we say--palatable).

And that's what a chemical burn along such tissue translates into and that's why We Don't Give A Fuck!

Especially when those in charge sat around talking about her 'malingering this' and 'hypochondriac that' while making sure everyone else got out safe and suppressed any hint of it in her creatively vetted medical record while pretending NOBODY was returning to that indoor toxic air cocktail where NOTHING is wrong. (Oh, gee, a false negative!). Worse, nearly 20 years have gone by and they have all gone on with their little lives, while she still walks around 'thinking about' this non-issue, because the residual pain refuses to believe it is no longer there having not been there in the first place (just like the stupid magic bruises that come and go).

{Gordon, if I find out that it's really you all these months sitting around without introducing yourself, yet announcing my presence, like anyone around here knows me, over the phone to someOne I don't know from Adam, I  can't tell you how disappointed I would be to find that out--Have Yourself a Happy Holiday, anyway.

This cautionary tale is not only directed at Gordon, but the kids as well; especially when they suspect they have caught sight of me and whisper things to each other like, 'I think that's Her.' or 'Is that Her?' or worse, 'Amazing, The Machine gets it right each time?' (yup, not just 'The Wife', but further dehumanization, as 'The Machine,' really, at least a machine does not expect to have a name, except maybe, 'La Machine!'

Or worse, when there is a silent consent by way of a nod or averted eyes--think! If someOne has to ask to be certain my identity, then maybe there is good reason for them not to know.}

Locke On Conscience

It's imprudent to guess at someone's name, never having met them first, but after last night's little fiasco, I'll guess-- Eric, is it?

No, it was no surprise for me to see You there last night, not that it was prearranged or anything like that, the fact is we don't even know each other, but it may be that our reputations precede us.

And, it was flattering? to see You got there way Ahead of me, and by a lucky chance I got the seat that was both right next to You and, conveniently located next to the electric outlet.

If You've surfed into any part of this Blog, You may think it a bit tongue-in-cheek, in poor taste in some places, or just plain stupid at times, but I'd been forced into an experience so beyond anything in any of the books (and I've read quite of few of them) that I had no other way to assimilate it and somehow still keep going.

That all pales compared to what I am to make of the way You stormed out of the coffee shop and that heavy sigh? that detonated from You and All Your Personality as you made your way out that door--it was a game changer--in fact, it is a game stopper.

I take it You caught me staring at Your Hands one nanosecond longer than deemed appropriate, and in that brief moment You caught me running through the analysis of what I was thinking of You as I glancingly studied your right hand; and by Your demonstrable disapproval in making such an Explosive, Grumpy Exit, I can surmise that You not only could guess at my thoughts, but that You probably could See what I was thinking; and for that, more than anything else, I am sincerely ever so very sorry...sorry...sorry--please forgive me


Oh, gee, look what the Prickly City Comic is on about the following morning .

You probably noticed when I first got up to get my tea, I left my purse, wallet, laptop, iPhone, car key all in plain view and I didn't bother to ask You or anyone nearby to keep an eye on it; in fact, my car had just had a thorough detail and had You wanted to grab the key and drive it around, it would be fine by me, even if You decided to keep it, I'd probably just keep up the payments--it's not like You hadn't driven me around before and it's not like there is anything of mine that You could need or ever want.

While I pride myself at playing pretend to avoid that 'are you off your meds!' barb, I never go so far as to actually fool myself, or get off my meds.

So, my assessment of Your Leonine Hands, and that Mane to match was accurate; and Your Seeing that I would allow myself to think to touch...that Roar out-the-door clinched it. (note to self: on 11212011 @ about 12:25 am, clintched had been changed to cliched, so i changed it back to clinched, earlier on 11202011 around 8 pm, i had changed the original clinched to clintched thinking it was misspelled)

I can't apologize enough--been heartsick about it all day, actually.

Not at all a smooth transition to the topic here, about what it means to be Conscious, or specifically the Human Conscience.

Thomas Hardy was an English poet and author, and his work included characters that were often caught in 'the overpowering, grip of fate,' or unseen, little-understood forces that control the universe. While A Page In The Life keeps focused on the clear-cut observable, quantifiable, manifestations of what we call Reality (Truth), the very fact that each post is sourced from some Scripture makes it an attempt to explain or reconcile what we call the 'supernatural' just as much as Hardy's fictional work assessed fate and other metaphysical forces' control in the universe.

I
A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:
On this scene enter--winged, horned, and spined -
A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;
While 'mid my page there idly stands
A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . .

II
Thus meet we five, in this still place,
At this point of time, at this point in space.
- My guests parade my new-penned ink,
Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.
"God's humblest, they!" I muse. Yet why?
They know Earth-secrets that know not I.

--from An August Midnight--by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

Hardy's creative muse led him to write about an imrpomptu assembly between himself and a Daddy Longlegs spider, a moth, a dumbledore (a buzzing flying insect), and a fly; that the 5 of them came to 'meet' at a certain place and point in Time and his 'guests' go about their business of tracking his ink or banging into the lampshade oblivious to his writing. Yet, Hardy infers that these humble creatures may know more about the True Reality (he calls them Earth-secrets) than even he (the Human) is aware of.

Sign 58:7 speaks about a similar Cognitive presence that surrounds us in our daily, mundane goings-on that is Aware of our every action and intention as we live our lives. Hardy's attempt to make us Mindful of just such a Wakeful Presence, One that we rarely stop to consider and for the most part are oblivious to-- either because we are taught to ignore any instinct to the contrary from childhood or are blissfully unaware of It because we were never taught this to be the case. That It just may be as commonplace and innocuous as other things that share our surroundings, like flies and spiders; but, rather than this being an inference as formulated by Hardy in An August Midnight, Sign 58:7 sets down with certitude this being the case and that There Is No Doubt About It.


Surah 58 The Disputation ( Al-Mujadalleh)

أَلَمْ تَرَ أَنَّ اللَّهَ يَعْلَمُ مَا فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِي الْأَرْضِ
مَا يَكُونُ مِن نَّجْوَى ثَلَاثَةٍ إِلَّا هُوَ رَابِعُهُمْ وَلَا خَمْسَةٍ إِلَّا هُوَ سَادِسُهُمْ
وَلَا أَدْنَى مِن ذَلِكَ وَلَا أَكْثَرَ إِلَّا هُوَ مَعَهُمْ أَيْنَ مَا كَانُوا ثُمَّ يُنَبِّئُهُم بِمَا
عَمِلُوا يَوْمَ الْقِيَامَةِ إِنَّ اللَّهَ بِكُلِّ شَيْءٍ عَلِيمٌ (58:7

58:7 Can You Not See (Are You Not Aware) God Knows Whatsoever Is In Heaven and Whatsoever is On/In Earth; Not three may be gathered but He is the Fourth; and not five (of them meeting/gathered) without Him the Sixth (One/among of them); and no less than that or greater number, except that He is Always with them wherever they may be; such that He may notify them (wake them up to/apprise them) of what they were doing on the Day of Judgment (Resurrection); Indeed, God Is Aware/Knows Everything (Is Omniscient).

This is not to say that God actually has to manifest in a physical form in order to be Omnipresent, (chances are if and when He/She does Denial is the game play; and I'm not suggesting to eradicate all the bugs (as in insects --(the electronic ones are free to go) in order to gain some privacy), the understanding is God is Present Always (All Ways) (and makes sure you know He borrowed my car on Nov. 29, 2011, 'cuz the seats r still warm and the delayed headlights r still on--any tickets, please pay immediately or forward, no need to have to pay late fees), and that we are simply not aware of this Greater Reality--more than likely, a learned trait; like thinking before comes before now or after, or like hitting the Ignore Button, otherwise we may start to think our life is being lived like Jim Carrey's character in The Truman Show.
From personal experience, once we find that out, the general plan is to start searching for the Exit-- that door he walked through at the end of the movie at the top of the stairs that led to we-don't-quite-know where...the Control Room? --or wherever you may find the ;Producer, because you've eliminated any and all possibilities that you are in any way at the helm and have to admit that God (who is not you, because He/She/It Morphs (mutasawir/mussawir) into everyone and everything else But you) has always had control over your so-called-life (now or hereafter).

For instance, I have come to terms with the fact that in my case God is more into His Masculine Side-- how else to explain He can so readily 'sacrifice His Son'--because I certaintly would not, given the investment in global stretchmarks, an episiotomy and the sporadic hemorrhoids of having had one in the first place (all good reasons for God not wanting to Morph into me, too). {It's not that I am none the wiser, but I am fated to keep pretending, because he came home with The News when he was 14--- talk about trying really hard not be let sedition over rule my head, my heart, my other parts.}

But God has always had a profound affect in my Life; how else to account for all the equipment malfunctions whenever I am nearby: the printers that don't work, the faxes that don't go through, the phone calls that get dropped or returned as invalid numbers, the postoffice scales that lose their calibration if I stand too close to the counter, the voice messages that get forwarded 3 days later to my voicemail, the elevators in skyscrapers that suddenly need repair on the rare occassions I ever visit, the cars with new car batteries that won't start, the computers powering down after I stand in the longest line for checkout and it's finally My turn. (Oh, and synchronized watches that schitzo in-n-out of sync--at the realization of which most people demand a re-write! But, not me, I stick to my wife role and let fly the F!bombs, that way it sounds like lovemaking and quite a bit more respectable).

At any rate, if Truman is anything like me, he would avoid going there (the Control Room) unless he wanted to cave in to his rightful instinct to eradicate them for having recklesslessly ruined his life up to that point, so he probably opted for Out--just Out--or what we call the Void (Nirvana, Nothingness) because that would be better than to have to kill them and then get stuck in that Karmic Hell.

His only cross to bear for opting Out is that he would forever have to Remember how they screwed him and he would not allow himself the satisfaction to retaliate, because that would be the final admission that they 'the controllers'/'invisible forces,' were real and why grant them such a rich reward--A Life?

Ahh, Denial is a Powerful Thing--I won't kill them that screwed me because they never really existed! So, I'll just keep them there--at Nothing and Nowhere near me.

This philosophy should work, but the only sticking point is that Truman could walk away because he had no invested emotional baggage--no kids, no spouse, no pets, no family or friends to speak of.

For one such as I, not so much--I love my kids, my husband? (who can't stand me and hates my cooking even though he always has seconds and regularly throws me out of the house and makes me spend some nights in the car, and when it comes to dealing with me on any level generally tends to be the meanest cheapest Prik King is a Thai dish, you know), and would really miss my friends and parents (Dead or Alive).

That's why this Philosophy sucks!

So, I have to Resurrect in order that I may see the ones I Love while still having to abide the presence of those I hold accountable for my early painful demise and allow those same 'invisible/invincible forces' that got me into this mess to get me out. Which at this point in Time has taken an Eternity.


Yes, Michael, I am talking to You! (Because I met You and that was a Precusor to when all the trouble started. I would Ask God, but He's still in Denial, or not Talking to me, or both).

And while I still abide the presence of the dipsticks and nimrods that gloat about my malingering 'in my head' toxic exposure, they can't see me when I am literally passing within their sphere of influence--so, for me, the method seems to work, but not to perfection, because while they can't see me, I still know they are there-- and they're not even sorry, so it seems their being Ignorant is Even More Powerful than my being in Denial.

Yet, since my philosophy works on some level, but on the whole still sucks, I searched the literature for what other more prominent philosophers had to say on the related topic of Good v Evil.

The English physician John Locke, was one such philosopher and is arguably one of the most influential thinkers of the Englightenment Era, his writings having influenced other great philosophers (Voltaire) and thinkers such as those that brought about the Scottish Enlightenment and the American Revolution; his influence stretched across the years to shape later philosophers such as Rousseau, Hume, and Kant.

He postulated that the mind was a blank slate or tabula rasa. Contrary to pre-existing ideas during his time, he maintained that humans are born without innate ideas; that only experience and sense perception form our knowledge base (ideas). To that extent, Locke believed that the mind made the Man and that education made that Man’s mind up.

His philosophy articulated in his words,

"I think I may say that of all the men we meet with, nine parts of ten are what they are, good or evil, useful or not, by their education."--John Locke

Essentially, Locke's philosophy is that education is the key to whether the Man (Human) aligns with what we think or know to be Good versus what we think or know to be Evil.

While I don't find myself agreeing with Locke's idea that wee minds are a blank when we are born, I do not subscribe to the idea that wees are born sinners either, but I do believe that we have some inherent knowledge already assigned to our genetic make-up (innate), some rudimentary, some more developed, in addition to what is already programmed as instinctive.--(O, gee! Some girls get flowers, I get trees--now if You Will kindly move them from my room to the general area of the Amazon Forrest. Thanks, Dear ^ _^).

The Quran has this much to say about the state of mind of newborns:

Surah 16 An.Nahl (The Bee, Bees)

وَاللّهُ أَخْرَجَكُم مِّن بُطُونِ أُمَّهَاتِكُمْ لاَ تَعْلَمُونَ شَيْئًا
 وَجَعَلَ لَكُمُ الْسَّمْعَ وَالأَبْصَارَ وَالأَفْئِدَةَ
 لَعَلَّكُمْ تَشْكُرُونَ 16:78

16:78 And God Brings you forth from your mothers' wombs (stomachs) knowing nothing and He Gives you hearing and sight , and minds, so that you may be grateful.

So, clearly, the position is that while born with faculties to make sense of our existence, we are not born with prior knowledge, and here the understanding is we are born 'without learned knowledge'(ie, an education) which does not preclude that we are in fact born with some other innate information (since there is a reference to being born with a mind, some cognizant/aware/knowing aspect of our being already in place). The expectation is to use our other faculties and our minds to ascertain the learning we need to get to a point where we Know our Maker and Be Grateful.

Mum's The Word

For those following in Real Time, you can see the difficulty I'm having in completing the posts--trying to get through such a high density of information with no Real Time or Money$ alotted for it, and yet My Mother insists on saying:


"انتشر الدينر"
"Intashr id.deen"--Says My Mom, that's Who.


But my hand is forced, even though I don't feel that's the case, but woe betide me if I supress anything that's supposed to be Said.

Like, I've been simmering this one for a few months, too:



Surah 110 An.Nasr ( النصر Victory, Help)
إِذَا جَاء نَصْرُ اللَّهِ وَالْفَتْحُ (110:1

وَرَأَيْتَ النَّاسَ يَدْخُلُونَ فِي دِينِ اللَّهِ أَفْوَاجًا (110:2

فَسَبِّحْ بِحَمْدِ رَبِّكَ وَاسْتَغْفِرْهُ إِنَّهُ كَانَ تَوَّابًا (110:3

Yeah, I Know, How hypocritical of Me!

There is no accessible help that I can see nor any Real Victory for me, either--I wake up in Pain each day (like it's been for the last...since 1997, you count the years) and yet there is still another 'flippin' day, and some say, 'Quit carping, whining, waa waa--it's nothing a warm (private) shower and a long comfortable nap can't cure,' and I say, "Well, I manage to get one or the other but not one after the other, so now what?"

When The Buddha said, "Life is Pain," I didn't think to take it literally.

Just like I didn't think the saying , "Your God is a Jealous God," was meant to be taken literally, either.
But apparently the thinking goes, 'You mean to tell Me there are Men around and they haven't figured that One out!"


{This needs to be said--about the Jealousy thing.

My social ineptitude prevented me from seeing that someOne took it so personally that I would rather sit closer to the wall socket than to sit next to Him on the sofa at Starbux a few weeks ago, and in what I thought to be an unrelated event, 'Michael' asks if we can share an outlet at the self-same Starbux a couple of days ago and, as expected, He came prepared and produced a powerstrip to allow us to share the electric socket.

I didn't think anything of it--to 'plug in' with Him; it's Michael, afterall!--not thinking that The Unnamed One (because We have never been Formally Introduced) would take exception to what has been interpreted as want-Ton$$ behaviour in some quarters, as evidenced by the November 15, 2011 Argyle Sweater cartoon panel on the right. My Bad! }
So, we may as well pull out all the stops and Hand them The Commandments with the added Subtext:

1. Your God is a Jealous God; You shall have No Other God Before Me--unless they can figure out a Way to get there Ahead of Me or Behind Me.
2. Thou Shalt Not Kill--That's What Your Uncle Mike is for!
3. Thous Shalt Not Steal--That's What Your Uncle Jack is for!
4. Thou Shalt Not Covet thy Neighbor's Wife--when your dead brother's wife will do just fine (lucky for you, Son, you have no other brother).

...and so on,--the subtext having been supressed in the original version so as not to confuse the nascent society that first got it.

Surah 2 Al-Baqara (The Cow) وَلاَ تَلْبِسُواْ الْحَقَّ بِالْبَاطِلِ وَتَكْتُمُواْ الْحَقَّ وَأَنتُمْ تَعْلَمُونَ (2:42)

أَمْ تَقُولُونَ إِنَّ إِبْرَاهِيمَ وَإِسْمَاعِيلَ وَإِسْحَ,ـقَ وَيَعْقُوبَ وَالأسْبَاطَ كَانُواْ هُودًا أَوْ نَصَارَى قُلْ أَأَنتُمْ أَعْلَمُ أَمِ اللّهُ وَمَنْ أَظْلَمُ مِمَّن كَتَمَ شَهَادَةً عِندَهُ مِنَ اللّهِ وَمَا اللّهُ بِغَافِلٍ عَمَّا تَعْمَلُونَ (2:140) (2:140)  Do you maintain that Ibrahim, and Ismael, and Isaac, and Jacob, and the Tribes were Jews, or Christians; Say, "Who Knows better you or God? And who is more lost (misdirected/wrong) that those who mute testimony (suppress witnesses) given them by God, and God is not Unaware of What you do."

الَّذِينَ آتَيْنَاهُمُ الْكِتَابَ يَعْرِفُونَهُ كَمَا يَعْرِفُونَ أَبْنَاءهُمْ وَإِنَّ فَرِيقاً مِّنْهُمْ لَيَكْتُمُونَ الْحَقَّ وَهُمْ يَعْلَمُونَ (2:146)

إِنَّ الَّذِينَ يَكْتُمُونَ مَا أَنزَلْنَا مِنَ الْبَيِّنَاتِ وَالْهُدَى مِن بَعْدِ مَا بَيَّنَّاهُ لِلنَّاسِ فِي الْكِتَابِ أُولَـئِكَ يَلعَنُهُمُ اللّهُ وَيَلْعَنُهُمُ اللَّاعِنُونَ (2:159)

إِنَّ الَّذِينَ يَكْتُمُونَ مَا أَنزَلَ اللّهُ مِنَ الْكِتَابِ وَيَشْتَرُونَ بِهِ ثَمَنًا قَلِيلاً أُولَـئِكَ مَا يَأْكُلُونَ فِي بُطُونِهِمْ إِلاَّ النَّارَ وَلاَ يُكَلِّمُهُمُ اللّهُ يَوْمَ الْقِيَامَةِ وَلاَ يُزَكِّيهِمْ وَلَهُمْ عَذَابٌ أَلِيمٌ (2:174)

What Happens In Real Time Stays In Real Time

A Nov. 14, 2011 Los Angeles Time article in the Health section, 'Making a tough new skin,' mentions 'recent' developments in Skin Regeneration that relate significantly to A Rainy Day Spider posted at A Page In The Life blog May 2010.

Sign 29:41 from the Quran Chapter 29, titled 'The Spider' had pointed to the following relationships between spider silk, water, adipose tissue, and soft tissue reconstruction (an excerpt follows):


... :"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}.......COMPUTER
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)

CHEMISTRY
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."

The subject Nov 14, 2011 Los Angeles Times article appears to the right, the relevent excerpt from which follows:
"Recently, tissue engineer Hanna Wendt and colleagues at Hannover Medical school in Germany created a stronger scaffold for skin regeneration using silk fibers from spiders woven onto steel frames that are seeded with human fibroblasts (connective tissue).

The primary goal of such efforts is to supply stronger skin for recovery from burns and other forms of skin damage. In the future, the goal will be to create tissues with new properties through a combination of tissue engineering and genetic engineering, says Dr. Andrew Ordon, plastic surgeon and Director of the Roxbury Clinic and Surgery Center in Beverly Hills and co-host of "The Docotors" TV Show."
So Hanna and Dr. Andrew get some well-deserved credit and I still don't get to go shopping?!...And Yes, Dear, this is a TKO because fibroblasts can differentiate into fat cells (adipocytes).

Talk Like An Egyptian

You know how I know You are wayyy too late?
Because it's come to this and I still don't see anybody around here that I recognize (I thought I did, but he denied it, then deleted any info on the web that pointed to it).


So, for this part, I am guessing I have to talk like an Egyptian.

The old song goes:
العتبة قزاز
والسلم نايلو ف نايلو
The Step (Threshold) is Glass
And the Ladder (Stairway) is Nylon, Nylon...

Surah 24 An.Noor The Lightاللَّهُ نُورُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ مَثَلُ نُورِهِ كَمِشْكَاةٍ فِيهَا مِصْبَاحٌ الْمِصْبَاحُ فِي زُجَاجَةٍ الزُّجَاجَةُ كَأَنَّهَا كَوْكَبٌ دُرِّيٌّ يُوقَدُ مِن شَجَرَةٍ مُّبَارَكَةٍ زَيْتُونِةٍ لَّا شَرْقِيَّةٍ وَلَا غَرْبِيَّةٍ يَكَادُ زَيْتُهَا يُضِيءُ وَلَوْ لَمْ تَمْسَسْهُ نَارٌ نُّورٌ عَلَى نُورٍ يَهْدِي اللَّهُ لِنُورِهِ مَن يَشَاء وَيَضْرِبُ اللَّهُ الْأَمْثَالَ لِلنَّاسِ وَاللَّهُ بِكُلِّ شَيْءٍ عَلِيمٌ (24:35

The standard word for Glass (zujajatin) زُجَاجَةٍ appears in the Quran Chapter 24 and is discussed in an earlier post The Chair and The Lamp
Other mentions of glass or cups/chalise occur in the following verses:

Surah 27 Al.Naml Ants
قِيلَ لَهَا ادْخُلِي الصَّرْحَ فَلَمَّا رَأَتْهُ حَسِبَتْهُ لُجَّةً وَكَشَفَتْ عَن سَاقَيْهَا قَالَ إِنَّهُ صَرْحٌ مُّمَرَّدٌ مِّن قَوَارِيرَ قَالَتْ رَبِّ إِنِّي ظَلَمْتُ نَفْسِي وَأَسْلَمْتُ مَعَ سُلَيْمَانَ لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ 27:44 

Contextual Interpretation
27:44 He (Solomon) said to Her (She'ba), "Enter the Castle/Tower!" Yet when She saw it, She deemed it 'a deep watery expanse' and She bared Her legs (so as to wade into/across it). He said, "It is a Caste/Tower made of (paved with) glass." She said, "O, My God! Indeed I have 'wronged myself,' and She surrendered (became a Muslim) as Solomon had to God, the Sustainer of All the Worlds.


Inni Atthlumtu nafsi     إِنِّي ظَلَمْتُ نَفْسِي   is typically understood to mean that She'ba had sinned against herself, which may or may not be the essential meaning of the phrase and I kind o' know how this could be misconstrued.

Based on first hand experience, whenever 'He' comes out of 'nowhere' and tries to show someone an 'alternate route' so they don't get stuck in traffic, 'He' doesn't exactly announce 'Himself' by 'Name.'  What I actually 'heard' Him Project was 'It's Me!' And I quickly got out of the way and allowed Him to Pass me (see, me with a lower case m, not Me!, like that.)

So, if She'ba had a similar encounter, She had no other way to refer to Him other than 'Me', which anyone not having had the experience would mistake Her for referring to Herself when in fact She had no other way to talk about Him other than that He Referred to Himself in the First Person Object Pronoun 'Me' when She'ba 'heard' Him, too.

And She'ba, having attracted Solomon on a level where She scored an invitation to His digs, probably was not a woman prone to 'tthulm'  ظَلَمْ ,as in sinning or wronging Herself or others, (else He would have met Her on the Battlefield), but that She probably Had 'passed' or 'eclipsed' or 'shadowed' Him (Who?, Why, Me, of course!). How's that for Hilarity? (Note to Solomon,; don't worry Your handsome self about it, I am not asking for an invitation to Your House, since I know you are Married to Her, and I don't want to invite such bad karma as putting designs on some other woman's man--it's like I been telling every One all along, Yous got the wrong girl!)

But for the pragmatic, pedantic, application to electronics and antennas, say, We go with this one--

27:44 So, He (Solomon) said to Her (The Queen of Sheba), "Enter/(Log In)/State/Bring Down/Cut Open/Profess/Say/Affirm 'True of False' the Palace/Tower/Edifice/Story," and upon seeing it She thought/deemed/calculated/estimated/cast==threw across/cipher==put into code/computed (it) a pool of water, (an) Abyss/free space/indefinite expanse/immeasurable deep, fathomless cavity or expanse and She uncovered/revealed/showed her legs/trunk/crus/drive(s)/var. reddish-brown clay; He said/declared, "(It's an) Edifice/Palace/Tower/Story Paved/Satellite?/Tiled/Covered/Surfaced/Protected (aisle/pathway/lane supported (Disciple) from/of Glass/Bottles/Warrior Forces===Competing Forces/Fighting Forces." She said, "My God (Sustainer/Supporter/Creator)! I've been wronging/lost/shadowing/shading/umbraged/ghosting/lie-ing to myself and I surrender/believe, as with Solomon , God (Allah) Is The Sustainer/Creator/Supporter (of) The Worlds!"

According to 27:44, Sheba plays it straight and immediately Repents when She figures out that She'd made a mistake believing what She sees as a bottomless pit or a pool of water is nothing more than the shiny glass tile floor of Solomon's Palace. Because She had not seen anything like it in Her worldly experience she interpreted something unknown to Her, in this case the glass floor, as something She could understand, a pool of water--and immediately understood that Her limited Worldly experience kept Her from understanding the Greater Reality (The Unknown).

This anecdote would lead Any one of us to empathize with Her, not because She was a 'sinner', but because it is a Human frailty that we cannot immediately grasp the meaning of a new concept (an experience alien to our Life's experience) without some familiar point of reference, which may lead us to draw a wrong conclusion. For Sheba, her misinterpretation made her bare her legs to wade into what she thought was the water, for Me it means making one math (physics, spelling) mystake after another! (Besides, Solomon made it really easy for Sheba by offering an explanation on the spot AND making Himself available to witness Her surrender (Islam), unlike my case, where after a 19 year Hazing, the 'twin paradox' I run into denies it so to Whom should I surrender? Given the further razzing that someone surfs into this site with the search phrases, 'surrender fuzzy one,' and 'furj tired,'  and the winniningest one , 'I'm too cute too be obtuse'; besides, I'm a Muslim in the first place, is there such a thing as a double surrender? In that case, make mine a Double! Where do I go with that information, the nearest police station?)

At any rate, the basic understanding is that Sheba miscalculated the 'free space', that it was either boundless and/or had some other property having to do with or exclusive of 'reddish brown' clay, which leads me to thinking it having to do with diatomaceous earth??; (applications in nanotech, vacuum insulation, thermal barrier, can be selected or synthesized for color (distance between planes of regular packed spheres approx. 1/2 wavelength of the visible light...//waveguides) 

Unlike Her, I show no sign of Repentence, because I know this is what passes for Comic Relief around these here parts. And will add to my embarrassment by flagrantly conceptualizing 'Solomon's Palace,' given my keen inaccessible insight into the Unknown, relying heavily on the premise that it should work on some level (As Above, So Below!).

Okay, I lied, and I'm not building Solomon's Palace, for one thing who needs that much housework--I'm going for the Tower! (He Says, "And for another, what's the use when She picks up the land under it and slings it across the room like Sunday night's hash from Mel's Diner."--so, I take it that was not Holy Water they sprinkled me with for that little creative bent?)

Solomon's Tower So Far...See The Ladder?

Diamataceous Earth Puzzle Jar by Candalaria
(Nothing Says the Tower cannot Resemble This
But We R Being Cone Heads Here)

Key Design Parameters:
c= the full length of the 'ladder' which forms the side of the conic (the generators);
(it's fun when my readers offer to help, One surfs in with the search phrase, 'a man climbing the stairs is doing work against gravity,'  as when a Painter climbs a ladder, yet He Insists He is Not a Painter, but a ;Producer! And I say, 'So, You're the One that Produced this mess?' The while thinking, 'I am so tired of this walk-through as every Jim Carey movie character--that's what happens when the ;Producer refuses to listen to the Writer--ideas get stale fast!')
h= the height from the top of the 'tower' to the base of the cone
a= the vertex angle, or the angle of incline of the ladder/lattice to the vertical (approximately 15º)
r= is the..., (about one-fourth the ladder height, c ; ie, minimum r ==(1/4)c)
-Each step/rung of the ladder forms equally-spaced, even geodesics around the conic surface
-The ladder/lattice rails form (Lie along) the conic generator(s)-Depending on which portion of the electromagnetic spectrum is being propagated, the cone may either be a solid surface(conductive or dielectric) or open structure (free space) surrounding a tube or solid core (conductive of dielectric). If the latter, the clearance between the back of the ladder/lattice and anything behind it is at least...
-The top of the ladder/lattice structure must overextend the top rung/geodesic/conic 'landing' by...
The allusion to the 'Tower' being an Ediface of 'Bottle/Glass' seems to indicate that the dielectric (threshold/doorway) is borosilicate glass or the type of glass typically used in making bottles (Schott glass) or maybe drinking cups (soda-lime glass), vs. silica (like  fuzed quartz that's used in fiberoptics; counterintuitive, but that's what this says.)

The further allusion to being 'Competing Forces' indicates that relationship between the signals? similar to when 2 or more actuators provide conflicting inputs to a mechanism, that Sheba 'bared' her legs in order to 'step in' or 'enter' reinforces the imagery in that Human legs are another example of 'competing actuators'. Actuators is broadly described as any type of controller or system that converts one type of energy into motion, serving as the mechanism by which an artificial intelligence or autonomous being (ie, Human) acts upon its environment. 

That Solomon's Tower, described in Sign 27:44 as a  signal tower/ediface/satellite? is some type of antenna is further inferred from the language pertaining to 'competing forces,' typically associated with actuators (an antenna being a special case of an actuator that converts Radio Waves into Electric Energy (EMF) and vice versa).

Surah 76 Al.Insan Human
وَيُطَافُ عَلَيْهِم بِآنِيَةٍ مِّن فِضَّةٍ وَأَكْوَابٍ كَانَتْ قَوَارِيرَا 76:15
قَوَارِيرَ مِن فِضَّةٍ قَدَّرُوهَا تَقْدِيرًا 76:16


The word قَوَارِير kwareer is understood to mean glass/cups/crystal in another 3 verses. In 27:44, Solomon describes the floor of His palace as being صَرْحٌ مُّمَرَّدٌ مِّن قَوَارِيرَ , where the word qwareer قَوَارِيرَ is used to describe the surface and generally interpreted as 'glass.' In 76:15 denizens of Paradise are given cups قَوَارِيرَ made of glass or crystal, أَكْوَابٍ كَانَتْ قَوَارِيرَا and in 76:16 the cups or crystal are described further as being made of Silver قَوَارِيرَ مِن فِضَّةٍ which the recipients themselves determine or establish the measure/value of (typically assumed to be set by their own good deeds).



Tower/Ladder Analogy Sun/Earth/Mars Solar Geometry


Further description of the floor of Solomon's Tower.  صَرْحٌ مُّمَرَّدٌ مِّن قَوَارِيرَ  sarhu mammrrad min quwareer

صَرْحٌ sarhu v. clarify, say, profess, declare, bring down, cut open; n. tower, palace, edifice;

مريد:  n. supporter/satellite; adj. 'big with child' (ie., every process, (except process 0), has one parent process (caller), but can have many child processes(callees))--the understanding here is that the process calls 1 'big child' (ie. significant/immense/huge production/outcome/result/descendent/flow).

ممر n. passageway, corridor, path, aisle, lane, gangway


مرد  due (owing, fitting, right and proper, correct, appropriate, exactly, straight, expected, payable)

رد  n. response, reply, rejoinder, reprecussion; v. reply, answer, repay, counter, repulse, rebound, reverberate, drive back, spurn, disallow; adj. becoming

_{I really don't understand why You censured me earlier today when attempting to put all this together (>_<)_is it meant to channel a gamma ray burst or a Solar flare?}