Les 
The beautiful spring rain washes math down upon us all. The numbers ebb and flow. We humans construct ways to keep it from compacting our clothing and inhibiting its ability to keep us warm. That’s our contribution relative to dampening clouds. We continue the string. You can chose to ignore it and it will continue. Most of the time the world spins unnoticed.
Like the sun we are the center of our own universe. We bend the space around us and our impact can be felt, and it can be measured. There is no difference between an act of unadulterated horror or unbridled love. They are both radiations that can also be examined and measured. The magnitude of both can be intense and bring us to tears. Sometimes tears can be a unit of measurement.
We make such a clatter about the world around us. We never have accepted that is perfect. For every encounter we devise ways to measure and calculate so we can make rules. The rules are for our own safety. It’s hard for our intellect to encounter an environment without sense. We must have order.
It’s the music that ignores the rules that brings the tears. It’s a young boy dancing in the puddles of beautiful rain in his Sunday clothes. It is a weed cracking a sidewalk to discover the sun. We radiate and receive like super atomic radio’s. We choose and we are chosen. We all can choose to eschew all the rules and create new ones. The decision to not have rules is a rule.
We all dance and we all fall. It is so because it can and will be measured.
Also, always be nice to women because even when they remember to do the laundry they still don’t have anything to wear. Peace and good food…Les
P.S. another thought: All ancient Egypt needed to build the pyramids was a functioning compass and no labor laws. It really is that simple isn’t it.
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