dark matter makes up the difference say scientists in their determinations of the extra mass needed to keep the universe accelerating.. there is a dark matter signature which has been applied and has become an assumption until now..! one galaxy in their observation has elected not to play.. and a paradox stands in the way of their comfortable assumption.. perhaps we need to ask: what is dark matter..? we might speculate: dark matter is not matter but a field..an infinite field which molds itself from time to time to appear as a galaxy in motion to the scientist observing and startled by dark matter disguises...!
"In theories proposing alternatives to dark matter, such as modifications to our understanding of gravity, whatever is mimicking the dark matter signature is not something that can be turned on or off—it should always be there. So, van Dokkum says, “by not detecting the dark matter, we actually prove it’s real.”"
50 Then Jesus cried again with a loud voice and breathed his last. 51 At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. The earth shook, and the rocks were split. 52 The tombs also were opened, and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised. 53 After his resurrection they came out of the tombs and entered the holy city and appeared to many. 54 Now when the centurion and those with him, who were keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were terrified and said, “Truly this man was God’s Son!”
EXILE is closely experienced as discomfort of a separated mind a wish for home.. a feeling of restriction a curtailment of freedom which is lifted with momentary arrivings but reinstated as shadow as exile resumes.. exile is "quiet desperation" * an expression of dissatisfaction of the present and continued searching for echoes of happiness... CC *Henry David Thoreau
Voyagers discover that the world can never be larger than the person that is in the world; but it is impossible to foresee this, it is impossible to be warned.
James Baldwin (1924-1987) African-American writer.
In which thoughts-perceptions
Appear and disappear..
Colors and un-colors
In endless variety
With seeming borders
And locations pretending
An utter independence..
Thought is using these words
In a convincing way
Until we recognize
Spontaneous graces and forces (after Ralph Waldo Emerson) Our journeys are such that experiences of Sunday mornings of yoga workouts..of meditation or prayer or of riding our waves of joy are times elevated..and other times seem as the waiting rooms of life.. And more..the dependence on writings of those considered most wise..provide a temporary balm for our cloudy days.. Forgotten is the spontaneity and the equality found at the core of all experience.. Yet..when remembered..Sundays and workouts meditations and books..and all we do are born anew: Awakening that which we are..forgetting for the moment that which we do... ~~CC
We go to famous books for our examples of character, just as we send to England for shrubs which grow as well in our own door-yards and cow-pastures. Life is always rich, and spontaneous graces and forces elevate it in every domestic circle, which are overlooked while we are reading something less excellent in old authors. From the obscurity and casualty of those which I know, I infer the obscurity and casualty of the like balm and consolation and immortality in a thousand homes which I do not know, all round the world. And I see not why to these simple instincts, simple yet grand, all the heights and transcendencies of virtue and of enthusiasm are not open. There is power enough in them to move the world; and it is not any sterility or defect in ethics, but our negligence of these fine monitors, of these world-embracing sentiments, that makes religion cold and life low...
When I talked with an ardent missionary, and pointed out to him that his creed found no support in my experience, he replied, It is not so in your experience, but is so in the other world. I answer: Other world! There is no other world. God is one and omnipresent; here or nowhere is the whole fact. The one miracle which God works evermore is in Nature, and imparting himself to the mind. When we ask simply, "What is true in thought? what is just in action?" it is the yielding of the private heart to the Divine mind, and all personal preferences, and all requiring of wonders, are profane.
Plunging out into a sunny March morning An outward plunge into natural vistas of rock and piñon.. Taking along understanding the beyond understanding as the lens through which the rock and pinion retort of their reflected wholeness.. A glow of equality in the midst of life's storms and joys...