Three Orders Of Magnitude

I keep thinking about the saying I adopted from a man who soon murdered his pretty young wife. Oh, to think the thoughts of genius.

http://blog.wired.com/27bstroke6/2008/08/hans-reiser-sen.html

I became interested in Hans Reisner's story before he killed his wife by reading about how, as a boy genius, he invented the file system for the Linux Operating System. The article I read mentioned that he kept a blog and provided a link.

I found myself fascinated by what he had written about how hard it was to get good help when you're working on a personal pet project. File systems appear to have to be debugged with a more persnickety intent than some software programs, and that was the rub for Hans Reisner.

He couldn't hire the help he needed to debug his file system to the nth degree. He couldn't entice some competent person to go the distance his file system needed to be debugged for either love or money. At some point, he had to do those final repairs himself, because the file system was his pet project. It was his baby.

I took his point with similar experiences in my own life where I had pet projects I wanted to get legs and walk upright on their own two feet. I couldn't seem to get the help I needed for love or money either. Many, many times I would find myself reduced to begging, and at that juncture my pleading became the proof-positive evidence that it was not gonna happen. What a drag, man.

At least the resulting frustration didn't carry over into me killing my wife. Well, not literally anyway. I can only be shamed for being a wife-beater. Not framed for premeditated murder. Both my ex-wives are alive, kicking, and at last peek... looking good... thank you very much.

I don't have the particulars on the tip of my tongue, but I suspect it was when the spirit that built and occupied this body found it's intent ruptured by it's getting kneed in the groin by a jealous god, that I was able to arrange a barter to trade my old body for this slightly damaged one. What's I'm implying is that if that knee jerk reaction hadn't have happened, I would have to have Returned in the customary way and wait for another opportunity to get embodied.

It's chancy. That could take millions of Earth years. One of the best ways is to make a lateral movement instead of the old up and down one. All that's needed is a warm body some younger spirit had bad luck with, and is willing to make a deal to exchange bodies. The gist if which is they take your old, worn-out body and wait for it to die, and then they can make the Return honorably with no blame attached for self-murder.

I got this body fifty-five years ago, and even with it's compromised testicles, it's mo' bettah than rolling around heaven all day without a body yearning for something I don't have control over to happen.

Yesterday or maybe the day before I had a friend describe to me a vision he had of a astronomical situation that involved two radiant sun-like objects revolving around a central point between them. Around this configuration, as he drifted away from it for perspective, was a smaller planet whose orbit enveloped the two radiant objects. He told me one of those binary objects was larger than the other or vice-versa.

One of the interesting aspects of his description for me was how, when I asked him if his normal way of seeing things was intact during his vision, he described pretty much the same thing I experienced during my remembering vision. His vision of the two solar objects and the planet that encircled them was a sort of value-added experience he only "caught" as if a drifting thought. It's reality was as certain to him as any other. It had all the earmarks of being an experience instigated by his own volition. I wondered if that took three orders of magnitude to manifest that sight to his consciousness?