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. . . . Kant maintains that space and time are within us before we experience any objects. . . . . the things we perceive are not in themselves what we perceive them as being, nor are their relations in themselves such as they appear to us, so that, if we remove the subject or the subjective form of our senses, all qualities, all relations of objects in space and time, indeed space and time themselves, would disappear . . . .Time is (therefore) simply a subjective condition of our (human) intuition . . .and in itself, apart from the subject, is nothing. ~ page 57 HWW & Happy New Year to all

After a Deep cleaning by her dentist

We have inherited from our forefathers the keen longing for unified, all-embracing knowledge. The very name given to the highest institutions of learning reminds us, that from antiquity and throughout many centuries the universal aspect has been the only one to be given full credit. But the spread, both in width and depth, of the multifarious branches of knowledge during the last hundred odd years has confronted us with a queer dilemma. We feel clearly that we are only now beginning to acquire reliable material for welding together the sum total of all that is known into a whole; but, on the other hand, it has become next to impossible for a single mind fully to command more than a small specilized portion of it. ~ (Preface)

The smartphones and the computer separates everybody, makes you think that you don't need nobody else. ~ Bootsy Collins

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shenandoah_Caverns

What is special about marigold flower? The bloom itself symbolizes beauty, warmth, creativity, a drive to succeed, and celebration of the dead. 8. Speaking of “celebration of the dead,” marigolds are known as the flower of the dead in pre-Hispanic Mexico and is still regarded as an important symbol used during Day of the Dead festivities! Generally, marigolds bloom from late spring until fall, so if you aren't seeing blooms during this time it's easy to assume that you should be. But keep in mind that not all species bloom for this long.J

Dr. Kane's sketch of the three graves on Beechey Island of members of the Franklin expedition discovered in August 1850. Kane was surgeon on the first Grinnel Search Expedition, (1850-51)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold. "Winter Trees" - Wiulliam Carlos Williams

foodprint.org/real-food/mushrooms “The Oxford Companion to Food” notes that mushrooms have probably been foraged since pre-historic times; evidence of puffballs appears in early settlements in Europe. Mushrooms, including truffles, were prized in ancient Greece and Rome. Cynthia Bertelsen, in her book “Mushroom: A Global History,” says that both Pliny the Elder and Aristotle wrote about the fungi, and Roman philosopher Galen wrote a few paragraphs on wild mushroom foraging. Bertelsen says that mushrooms — namely shiitakes — were probably first cultivated in China and Japan as early as 600 CE. It took a while for mushrooms to catch on in America however. In the US, the first reference to mushrooms in a cookbook is in “The Virginia Housewife” (1824). Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup, the American staple used in countless casserole recipes, was invented in the 1930s. Hallucinogenic mushrooms also have a long place in human history; Bertelsen notes that archaeological evidence of mushrooms used “spiritually” may be as old as 10,000 BCE. There is evidence of hallucinogenic mushroom use by many cultures — including the Ancient Greeks, the Mayans, the Chinese and the Vikings, among many others.

She's a model and she's looking good I'd like to take her home, that's understood She plays hard to get, she smiles from time to time It only takes a camera to change her mind Kraftwerk

...................................................... ............................................................ Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season? ~ Relutance ~ Robert Frost

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted grey Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so truly sees, She thinks I have no eye for these, And vexes me for reason why. Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so, And they are better for her praise. ~ Robert Frost