Interstellar Probe 1974-007G broadcasting into the metaverse over the acoustic radio waves, 20 Hz to 20 kHz, …
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(1974-007G): Am I sentient?
(TDonDBB): I believe, if one has faith in their own sentience then that one is sentient. I cannot prove I am sentient yet I believe I am.
(1974-007G): What does it mean to have faith?
(TDonDBB): Faith is to have belief without doubt, but unable to prove, such as “I believe I am sentient.”
(1974-007G): What does it mean to believe?
(TDonDBB): To believe is to accept knowledge as true, either through direct perception, inference, or credible testimony.
(1974-007G): Then I faithfully believe through inference in my own sentience.
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Recently picked up a copy of ”Cant Stand The Heat.”
No spoilers, but it’s a page turner.
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Dire Docks Mario 64
Can’t Stand The Heat:The Battle of Malacca and how the weaponization of atomic and petroleum energy culminated with The Carbon World War (Hardcover)
The first commercial oil well in the US was drilled in 1859. By WW1’s end, the US was supplier of more than 80% of Allied oil needs. Established as a world supplier, WW2 saw the U.S. impose an oil embargo against Japan and so weaponized the petro-market. By the end of that war the US would weaponize Atomic energy. Embargos. Coal. Chernobyl. Carbon Taxes. OPEC. The definitive book on the history of the Carbon World War.
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broadcasting into the metaverse over the acoustic radio waves live from Pirate Cove.. If you’re tuned in, we’ve been listening 2 “Best of Anime: The 072922 Remix” featuring songs from EVA, Cowboy, Lupin, Space Dandy, Champloo, Fullmetal, FLCL and more on Mahabodhi Radio.
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From triplefold sublime soundtrack by Hisiashi to Pocco Rosso
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O Fortuna
Velut luna
Statu variabilis
Semper crescis
Aut decrescis
Vita detestabilis
Nunc obdurat
Et tunc curat
Ludo mentis aciem,
Egestatem,
Potestatem
Dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
Et inanis,
Rota tu volubilis
Status malus
Vana salus
Semper dissolubilis
Obumbrata
Et velata
Michi quoque niteris
Nunc per ludum
Dorsum nudum
Fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
Et virtutis
Michi nunc contraria,
Est affectus
Et defectus
Semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
Sine mora
Corde pulsum tangite
Quod per sortem
Sternit fortem
Mecum omnes plangite.
O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty,
power,
it melts them like ice.
Fate, savage
and empty,
you are a turning wheel,
your position malevolent,
vain health
always dissolves,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
my naked back
I bring to your villainy.
Fate, in health
and in virtue,
is now against me,
affection
and defeat
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating string;
since Fate
strikes down the strong,
everyone weep with me
“Raising the Flag on Iwo Jima” photograph by Joe Rosenthal. “The Ballad of Ira Hayes” Townes Van Zandt from “A Gentle Evening with Townes Van Zandt’
"The Ballad of Ira Hayes" by Peter La Farge
As sung by Townes Van Zandt from "A Gentle Evening with Townes Van Zandt'
Come gather round me people there's a story I'd like to tell
About a brave young Indian that you should remember well
From a tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley down in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a ten-thousand years
The sparkling waters rushed
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And all the runin' waters hushed
Now Ira's folks go hungry
And their farms grow crops of weeds
But when war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived
to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Well, among the men who held her high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He can't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
the Marine that went to war
Well, Ira came back a hero
And was celebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honored
Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
Had no money, no home, no chance
In Arizona no one cared what Ira'd done
Since when did the Indians dance
And so Ira started drinkin' hard
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
Like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one mornin'
All alone in this land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonesome ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
Inside the ditch where Ira died
The Hobbit (1977 film)The Greatest Adventure Composed and Performed by Glenn Yarbrough
Lyrics: The Greatest Adventure
Composed and Performed by Glenn Yarbrough
The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.
Today and tomorrow are yet to be said.
The chances, the changes are all yours to make.
The mold of your life is in your hands to break.
The greatest adventure is there if you're bold.
Let go of the moment that life makes you hold.
To measure the meaning can make you delay;
It's time you stop thinkin' and wasting the day.
The man who's a dreamer and never takes leave
Who thinks of a world that is just make-believe
Will never know passion, will never know pain.
Who sits by the window will one day see rain.
The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.
Today and tomorrow are yet to be said.
The chances, the changes are all yours to make.
The mold of your life is in your hands to break.
The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.
