60 minutes per hour.
24 hours in a day.
60 x 24 = 1440
1440 x 365 = 525,600
Astrologers believe that, by corresponding the position of the heavenly bodies with the exact minute and location of your particular crotch of origin, every nuance concerning yourself can be revealed.
There are almost 7 billion people on Earth as of April 1, 2008.
There are 525,600 minutes in a year.
This is an overture, not science.
7,000,000,000 / 525,600 = 13,318.113
Earth's surface area is 510,072,000 km²
1 m² = 0.000001 km²
510,072,000 / 0.000001 = 510,072,000,000,000 m² on which to be squeezed out, assuming a normal human can be birthed on a squared meter.
Nothing is static, so the yearly astrological values attributed to any minute of the year and point on the sphere will change over the course....
It has been rumoured that there are more people alive than have ever died. Supposing that is true: add 6,000,000,000.
13,000,000,000 people, give or take, have existed on this planet.
Humans have existed for about 195,000 years, in their current, balding, form.
525,600 x 195,000 = 102,492,000,000 minutes of humanity, each with their own corresponding and unique star chart, so long as 1 of the some 13,000,000,000 beings crept out of the dark then.
-snow, flake probability-
Walk with me and my candle, down
our tunnel.
Pay attention to the things I show you.
Never mind those windows
(out which there are dark, succinct oceans of nearly vaccuums
and distant, spherical lanterns
framed by the moist walls,
small bugs and vermin whose
shadow bodies make what little
light we have seem to writhe.
i can almost taste--).
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Man I fucking enjoyed that, very nice. Awesome, I love it how it brackets off for the end. I can't describe what it did for me. I've got to run... test and all.. ill say something more when I return.
and, here, time and mass and area and thought and desire and love and hate and snow and rain and taste and sound and bone and muscle and regret and pause and glory and light and shadow all become the same point source of everything.
The Universe is not expanding and it is not contracting. The Universe is pulsing.
This is what lies past the windows and at the end of the tunnel.
6.626 068 96 x 10-34 J s
This is fantastic. It is the blending of the sheer insanity of the human race with the sheer incomprehensibility of everything that exists around it and through it. This isn't poetry and it isn;t prose. It is a fundamental law.
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Once upon a time and a very nice time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo... His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.
He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.
O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place.
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When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. That had a queer smell.
His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano the sailor's hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:
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Uncle charles and Dante clapped. They were older than his father and mother but uncle Charles was older than Dante.
Dante had two brushes in her press. The brush with the maroon velvet was for Michael Davitt and the Brush with the green velvet was for Parnell. Dante gave him a cachou every time he brought her a piece of tissue paper.
The Vances lived in number seven. They had a different father and mother. They were Eileen's father and mother. When they were grown up he was going to marry Eileen. He hid under his table. His mother said:
--Oh, Stephen will apologize.
I had you pegged along with that spineless motherfucker djibouti. ha! The irony?
I was out, till the wee hours last night, in the muck and brine of a diamond drill 'neath a half-northern sky filled with a bajillion twinkling little pricks called stars. Did you know, you can't buy a fucking car with a cigarette lighter anymore, but you can buy a diamond drill with a one? and the earth is your ashtray? and when you slide yourself into her dark and wet openings, gaia no longers cares that she is garbage?
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Imma make a SHUT THE FUCK UP I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT and post here too...
I had you pegged along with that spineless motherfucker djibouti. ha! The irony?
I was out, till the wee hours last night, in the muck and brine of a diamond drill 'neath a half-northern sky filled with a bajillion twinkling little pricks called stars. Did you know, you can't buy a fucking car with a cigarette lighter anymore, but you can buy a diamond drill with a one? and the earth is your ashtray? and when you slide yourself into her dark and wet openings, gaia no longers cares that she is garbage?
