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Jan 21, 2009
Poetry

When in the course of human events…
How those words ring in my ears,
Shattered by apathy which consents
To the drawn-out length of years
For which the cowards hand yet reaches.
A fatal course the public steers
Towards desolated beaches (that)
A foundering state-ship beseeches
And, the founding host laments.

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About me

Perception Conditions Existence

I am two things

a warrior who follows mavors, lord of battle and a poet who understands the gift of the muses love.

i am a quantum dualistic physicist i am a student of the humanities

An expression of the radical possibilities for consciousness and scientific conscience in this, the era of petty kingdoms, but only for those with True Grit.

I am credulous about the destiny of mankind, I recognize in no uncertain terms the very real and natural peril of our species and am committed to crystallizing the entire planets' resources, both human and material toward the end of satisfying true Jeffersonian longevity for the human species.

gnosce te ipsum

we shall wage war for the sanctity of ideas, let him who has ears for it hear me.