It isn't always up to each of us to either decide or act upon some uncontrollable situations. Call me eccentric (and solipsistic), please, but I think neutrinos have something to do with this. I know. I KNOW! It's an obsession. I've been told so many times even I believe it by now. But, I still think neutrinos have something to do with everything. Everything I tell you... Neutrinos Rule! LOL
I don't really know why. Personally, I just like the woid itself. N-e-u-t-r-i-n-o-s. I like it phonically and every other way. I'm a big fan! Whatta woe-to-the-Id (wo-id, word [one symbol short of being an entire 'world' in itself]) to make tossed word salad with!
Damn, that must have been a super-large solar flare recently. Neutrinos up the ying yang. Tossed word salad is about all I can reach for when the onslaught of neutrinos are busy changing and reframing the content of my entire body/brain by zipping right through me and the very ground/Earth I stand on non-stop.
It's time to publish my disclaimer. I don't know the truth about anything. I select the words I write here up to satisfy an inner daemon that seems driven by a pre-reflective notion that the specious present waits for no man. The moving finger writes what it does and ricochets on down the road seeking only to keep it between the ditches during it's brief visit while celebrating some other dimension's holidays.
Have you ever been associated with nuclear power plants and all the lectures and safety classes that are forced upon the employees of all levels? They have a lot to say about what happens when the variously labeled "rays" go through your body. The bureaucrats who run these... these... machines... seem to insist thet you know why you can only accumulate so much damage to the cells in your body via that process before you gotta take a sabbatical from being there. Why? Because gamma rays act like neutrinos. The radiation acts like you ain't there when you really are.
Sure, I know it's silly to use neutrinos as a metaphor for the messengers (me-singers) who carry the marching orders of the Sun that sends them here. The priggishly over-educated numerologists (devotees of Scientism) have made pompous claims that they have proved that solar flares are what make it so. Who am I to stop the Sun?
A lotta people over a long, long time have considered the Sun/Son their Father. Don't all father's evil-eyed stares (concocted to control their children's behavior in a glance) all have an odd, unfathomable glare to them that makes children shake in their galoshes?
Is it not written that no man can gaze upon the face of God without being blinded by the light. It's like the behavior of tortured men brought forth in chains before their captor's master. Don't even dare to look up into IT'S face or IT might act like a junk yard dog and rip your throat out so that you can't even scream out the injustice of it all.
Okay, that's more like the more ancient Gods. Heathen bastards! Modern Gods are nicer. You still get whacked, but you don't know why. How many times have you heard dying people in the media cry out in despair, "Why me, God? Why me... ?"
More and more people are considering buying themselves a lead hat to stop those neutrinos from causing so much entropy in their body. But, ya gotta think about it. The neutrinos not only go through your body as if it wasn't there, it also goes completely through the Earth as if the Earth wasn't here. What good would wearing a lead hat be?
Cancer is cell growth gone awry. The only hope a body has for replacing the cellular damage done by particles like neutrinos passing unobstructed through your body like x-rays or gamma rays is to heal the damage done by those sorts of interveners faster than they can tear your cells down. Fast cell growth is what cancer is. Life is controlled cell growth. If it doesn't happen fast enough to stave of the entropy of your closed system or it freaks out and grows cells faster than they can be accommodated, you end up quite dead. No blame. You knew you were taking a chance when you came here.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
