tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57968259349330180102024-03-17T20:03:34.537-07:00OOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comBlogger1712125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-39574755722485483802024-03-15T19:51:00.000-07:002024-03-15T22:13:46.004-07:00The stars and moon rise<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOMiSlZ18C4NfTm6wspK1WhODDgqcJbU5htoj6c2v9gffUFPPdD20jLtAo4LSn69pmgTTwFOxApL-BJrNqaHHbIor6b_v-UoxqJZliJjM4cmwB_h_CotnDhR06w8e7H76Zw22pBXHrXt4p6qvpVL4yuSVMG1BwmjJR6sU5g2hR8Cj_5mqOpJfPTF09Gup/s1812/PCL-1056-017.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOMiSlZ18C4NfTm6wspK1WhODDgqcJbU5htoj6c2v9gffUFPPdD20jLtAo4LSn69pmgTTwFOxApL-BJrNqaHHbIor6b_v-UoxqJZliJjM4cmwB_h_CotnDhR06w8e7H76Zw22pBXHrXt4p6qvpVL4yuSVMG1BwmjJR6sU5g2hR8Cj_5mqOpJfPTF09Gup/w400-h268/PCL-1056-017.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith, </i></span><i style="font-family: arial;">photograph and writing</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>The stars and moon rise</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Angels and clouds, ascend only to descend with the rain. Walking with the angels, you walk in the rain and clouds as they gather around you. Angels hold your hand but you do not see them when it rains. Raining clouds of thoughts, the angels ascend with bursts of sunshine after rain. Clouds and angels communicate a language of the rain. God and angels cry when it rains and the clouds are sad, too. Clouds linger, clouded with thoughts and the surrounding hills seem to steam with the whispering remnants of the rain. The angels like lingering clouds are sent by God for our protection. Raining clouds of thoughts with tears of angels, God holds your hand, too, when it rains. Walking, clouded with thoughts, the rain descends while the angels fly back into the clouds for another day. The stars and moon rise.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i> </i></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-30626571692669998772024-03-08T20:50:00.000-08:002024-03-08T20:50:17.162-08:00Clouds descend when it rains<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9rACHhTgluXedoc6C9ceFBE_tkWr1X2BA9GFQAZpa6ajd_uTAwdf9-1bFUzjpMkd2lyyEASe12vxpDkbHK8YYIcj48P2HJicVkY9jDjo2PSRycRl2fpB12TC_vnDnPky4F_z-fjukUSMFmMhYHz8Ye0_QtNaxCybCWPpMvPtozwW3Wa0rOxCP06ZeaVQ/s1812/PCL-1056-026.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9rACHhTgluXedoc6C9ceFBE_tkWr1X2BA9GFQAZpa6ajd_uTAwdf9-1bFUzjpMkd2lyyEASe12vxpDkbHK8YYIcj48P2HJicVkY9jDjo2PSRycRl2fpB12TC_vnDnPky4F_z-fjukUSMFmMhYHz8Ye0_QtNaxCybCWPpMvPtozwW3Wa0rOxCP06ZeaVQ/w400-h268/PCL-1056-026.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith, "Clouded with thoughts", photographs and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Clouds descend when it rains</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The heavens meet in the clouds and unite, there. Skies float from the light of the blue sky into the night and the stars are awakened. Planets and the moon rise to lighten the darkened night. The clouds drift seeming to race across the moon drifting from the darkness to light, the moon waxes and wanes, drifting behind the trees. Trees ascend upwards towards the night sky and appear to grow in the starlight. Flowers are always bursting open at dawn as though the stars talked to the moon. The sunrise has the stars put to bed as the day rises for another day of the Sun meeting the heavens in the sky. We embrace the earthshine of the day as the heavens speak to the angels in the clouds. Clouds of angels ascending to the heavens descend light, the light of God. We burn a candle in remembrance of loved ones. Clouds of tears descend with the rain but the light of the spirit remains as though it were the light of clouds. Clouds descend when it rains.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-50349032970155014172024-03-01T18:48:00.000-08:002024-03-01T18:48:39.692-08:00Heavens meet the sky<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadeXisf3JGg6w6DmaJuSgvSSRu_Yq6cYHRbtj9VyvD8E7xC-iEdkXpUrtz2K94JIYsJMRS-8eJdDLlWoB0pqPO-_iqVNI7HWuphH0_aOgs2K16kHBJ5wXodI6eDa86ZuQmDZWjmw9INgriNsEFZrCKxEB_Md1IDOtziTTl-UnpB018eavG5wsRgPOHGFq/s1812/PCL-1056-013.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadeXisf3JGg6w6DmaJuSgvSSRu_Yq6cYHRbtj9VyvD8E7xC-iEdkXpUrtz2K94JIYsJMRS-8eJdDLlWoB0pqPO-_iqVNI7HWuphH0_aOgs2K16kHBJ5wXodI6eDa86ZuQmDZWjmw9INgriNsEFZrCKxEB_Md1IDOtziTTl-UnpB018eavG5wsRgPOHGFq/w400-h268/PCL-1056-013.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith, photograph and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Heavens meet the sky</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The aurora of pink and orange of the sky, on Autumn nights gives the feeling of the place where heaven could equal the sky with the crescent moon. Stars and planets rise in the sky. The realms of heaven are the distance of the Sun where the planets between Earth and the Sun circle a realm of heaven, circling on their way around the Sun. Circling, the circles of heaven in the sky and night sky of space, is where God can be found in the sky. Angels are your thoroughfare to the Sun and our attainment is to find the light of the Sun. Attainment and the Sun are our light where angels can be found baring the torchlight to the sky. Heavens meet the sky.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-12428968104726064382023-12-08T16:35:00.000-08:002023-12-08T16:44:47.147-08:00Heaven is now in the sky<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Heavens and the sky. The skies meet the heavens with the stars. Stars, milky with the heavens milk and the Milky Way inform our hearts of our part of the universe. The cosmos drifts down with plants imbedded in stardust. Fossilised Earth. Millions of years ago the Universe was formed out of planets and stars already forming to become the heavens, Earth provides with the stars. Heaven had already been Earth several millions of years earlier but Earth felt like a change and the concept of the heavens being in the sky was God's idea but the stars had to agree. Plants wavered in the breeze but the Earth was in conflict with itself and heaven drifted up to the sky. Skies, universes and the cosmos away all relished in the heaven in the sky. Plants, the heavens and the sky sometimes appear in the sky more than constellations of the sky but trees were formed in the sky. Floating down like leaves, fragments of stars are often found gathering earth on the ground. Heaven is now in the sky.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-38445768934895608902023-12-01T21:08:00.000-08:002023-12-01T21:08:35.549-08:00Skies and heavens<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yZbNClPOmdv8bVmWbDu625ZQPPGVVsId9TT3fbCzejl7tLguGKJK_4ryk_CX5R-69Xq49hE3lKmW_P_MkEkExFwrDZzVZVWiKx2R2gFm9U-sH5i27amyMKT1a49dyctUdl8HHjFxdA2U9sjiPlZTrRVaKoXxvoiJujB5Dul_BW7kSlexTbY0FU1gnNfe/s1812/PCL-1056-011.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yZbNClPOmdv8bVmWbDu625ZQPPGVVsId9TT3fbCzejl7tLguGKJK_4ryk_CX5R-69Xq49hE3lKmW_P_MkEkExFwrDZzVZVWiKx2R2gFm9U-sH5i27amyMKT1a49dyctUdl8HHjFxdA2U9sjiPlZTrRVaKoXxvoiJujB5Dul_BW7kSlexTbY0FU1gnNfe/w400-h268/PCL-1056-011.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Skies and heavens</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Rainy with tears of rain, the clouds burst into thundery showers from the heavens. Clouds shift across the sky and bursts of sunlight peak through the clouds for more temperate, Autumn, rain. God cries when it rains and all the angels of heaven close their eyes shielding their faces from their tears. Raining tears, the clouds think of God and the sun moves across the sky to dry the lands and the Autumn leaves further compost down into the earth. The birds are always jubilant after rain and remind you of the heavens. Skies and heavens.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-58047561696756876462023-11-26T20:04:00.000-08:002023-11-26T20:04:49.860-08:00The heavens would know when it rains<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEj5BMvuGxaSUBWW7YuGq3JaGN9JdlEbCncx9hfb_W-SkNzH5mGmdNJs17vMIQRCeBoEmPtLEeizb20s7g7oi30FmgLPQCKSTwTPF55JP_GCLeZQuiVMIWLgZ4ZxqB3juEFE1abAV6eKCaEzeaszFjBpTJh9rPFobS_J6C1dfG3URrky6wa4tykykNZDSb/s3130/000011840014.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Stars and planets tumble through the universe spinning on their axis, spin and tumble, spinning and tumbling, the planets go on their journey around the sun. The annual season of planets and stars has us observe their pathway to God and the stars. The plants here on Earth communicate to God and the stars, while the planets influence their growth but the moon does not have a say to the planets rolling and tumbling around the Sun, groaning on their journey, a loud rock groaning noise in space but as the years go by God, the universe and all the stars gather matter along with lightyears of space. God never tires of his infinite universe to God. The plants smile in anticipation while the trees lose their leaves for winter. Trees communicate with the stars for God and the moon rises waxing and waning to the cosmos. Stars continue to fall through the universe to gather momentum and stardust. Are we just stardust in the clouds? The heavens would know when it rains.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-79479851427558638292023-11-17T17:23:00.000-08:002023-11-17T17:23:36.496-08:00All the stars<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rOqS-7fxnQCeEAnb3iTHmKHcMFDGLVEajBPSeMts2-4EwgzELT5dvnSNc1qkYzDe3gxtqRrv05aiDQvthkh1a2qsZPUUbQBB4qBtiDV44513a4b6q-7o37qzLl5NagLAyWT0N1L9i8NEwfD1vLvnPq3EHb-SxGy6UAmjgn27sP7c1SiN6AL3j_RJNeOs/s1812/PCL-1057-003.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rOqS-7fxnQCeEAnb3iTHmKHcMFDGLVEajBPSeMts2-4EwgzELT5dvnSNc1qkYzDe3gxtqRrv05aiDQvthkh1a2qsZPUUbQBB4qBtiDV44513a4b6q-7o37qzLl5NagLAyWT0N1L9i8NEwfD1vLvnPq3EHb-SxGy6UAmjgn27sP7c1SiN6AL3j_RJNeOs/w400-h268/PCL-1057-003.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>All the stars</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The planets and stars in the beginning of creation started forming and communicating with one another. In dialogue with the universe, they began falling through the cosmos only to become the universe and all its stars and planets. Stars and planets fall, falling they gather matter and become the universe of stars and matter. Saturated stardust keeps falling through the universe to become the Solar System, the Milky Way and stars all born of an infinity of stars, falling and gathering the cosmos on its way to God. God sits talking to the universe we live in and the planets and stars agree with the angels communicating with God. God is the universe and all the stars.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-6252395017936319072023-11-10T19:50:00.002-08:002023-11-10T20:40:36.859-08:00The planets and stars, agree<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgS3fNk5zYmp27A-KIEkChs4CQFjinFg2oS1Qn1rZqN2HPveB5fd7hmU8Ur3i8exQWZdD1i7xKkDk4Or7QdngDfpKL2aJozA-XTRG2fWSa_5V6ixdIGQsw7FfO8nZIc5jIIdM32g6te5cryOAWMauKEDjgvhKjekO-e2hlewOrUcP7bKtllLBv2Ht9Fmqf/s1812/PCL-1057-005.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgS3fNk5zYmp27A-KIEkChs4CQFjinFg2oS1Qn1rZqN2HPveB5fd7hmU8Ur3i8exQWZdD1i7xKkDk4Or7QdngDfpKL2aJozA-XTRG2fWSa_5V6ixdIGQsw7FfO8nZIc5jIIdM32g6te5cryOAWMauKEDjgvhKjekO-e2hlewOrUcP7bKtllLBv2Ht9Fmqf/w400-h268/PCL-1057-005.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>The planets and stars, agree</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Rain clouds drift on by, drifting. Cloud matter and the sky. The sun shines for a glorious day. Clouded thoughts continue. Rain parched earth steams with the heat of the sunshine and enters the atmosphere to become clouds, once again. Clouds and rain linger in the skies mind of thinking rain but become a steamy, humid, day. The fresh smell of rain, soaked earth, lingers only to become cloud. The vapours rise and continue rising out of the earth like the beginning of creation when the primal earth was formed, formed and like star matter, fell to the earth. The planets and stars, agree.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-42739808077186030682023-11-03T21:13:00.000-07:002023-11-03T21:13:07.040-07:00Ah, the freshness after rain<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJUOnu4sdCtZ6_esCN6DwdZOhFeAhvWr62-4EYbNcMt61Y-1L2ICVPZCkFZrKlrBLLlY0ponuGrk8PuVKX3eIez4C7bQWL1UfzIdZaXdaMAhqZaDNOBqR8PcmY5gq5kavQGeEP5JaV2udTU4Bx_RjxkcyGm3bXff5b6QamflBip_0m1RlT4e3lEhEHvnf/s1812/PCL-1057-004.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJUOnu4sdCtZ6_esCN6DwdZOhFeAhvWr62-4EYbNcMt61Y-1L2ICVPZCkFZrKlrBLLlY0ponuGrk8PuVKX3eIez4C7bQWL1UfzIdZaXdaMAhqZaDNOBqR8PcmY5gq5kavQGeEP5JaV2udTU4Bx_RjxkcyGm3bXff5b6QamflBip_0m1RlT4e3lEhEHvnf/w400-h268/PCL-1057-004.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Ah, the freshness after rain</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Death is the answer for the tree, when through its long life it has grown but trees perish only to fossilise into rock and have been growing and falling to the earth for as long as trees have existed, to create the planet as it spins on its axis, accumulating trees and rock. Our spirit like the tree grows with the nourishment of water, the water of life. The soul deepens from the experience of life deepening like roots into the earth, the roots of a tree. Trees blow in the wind rattling their leaves and branches. We accumulate matter, spirit matter and soul.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leaves blow in the wind accumulating on the ground in piles of leaves. The clouds, drift accumulating with rain filled clouds and the rain will fall like the leaves of trees, falling. Rain puddles, gathering on the ground only to drain away. The leaves blow away in the wind. Rainy weather and storm clouds disperse only to reveal blue sky, the blue sky of the heavens. Ah, the freshness after rain.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-2146927013020808572023-10-28T21:13:00.000-07:002023-10-28T21:13:13.003-07:00Our spirit or soul<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SqeBG-oyvKiLZRarTMcC_ZxHJChwvlctMYGL7tuinMalXFIN4wQwe2TFwV2iEdcSZa7nac81cdnVmkmlAorh73gLmP6TLm_qQP0FNRaVgLMaGTLw9LnwP4aJJ5nqSb9Wn5A32UoBtpoXxpwTea8IMqv_rFiBf5tKFZbvEYsk7WO2ynDqsfyuh__3kwFj/s1812/9E8D75A8-C83A-4E9F-AF9F-34964EFCAF16.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SqeBG-oyvKiLZRarTMcC_ZxHJChwvlctMYGL7tuinMalXFIN4wQwe2TFwV2iEdcSZa7nac81cdnVmkmlAorh73gLmP6TLm_qQP0FNRaVgLMaGTLw9LnwP4aJJ5nqSb9Wn5A32UoBtpoXxpwTea8IMqv_rFiBf5tKFZbvEYsk7WO2ynDqsfyuh__3kwFj/w400-h268/9E8D75A8-C83A-4E9F-AF9F-34964EFCAF16.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Chapter 6.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Our spirit or soul</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">God is immortal, immortal dead. The immortality of the soul takes you to the eternal place of the heavens and the clouds describe all we are with impending rain. Saturating the earth our soul grows like a plant or a tree, extending upwards towards the light. Clouds and the heavens rain on my mind, raining with the tears of God for like the tree we die and wither to the ground but searching for the light our branches grow. As the tree grows brushing the heavens with its leaves only to come fall, wither with the leaves, grows. Growing trees blowing in the wind like the leaves rattling along the footpath describe the soul on its journey to God. God is immortal and so is our spirit or soul.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-89661793784881267412023-10-14T21:17:00.001-07:002023-10-14T21:58:13.170-07:00God is immortal<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKeDC_bq4O6JJD7OZGby2-5x53NqQUP7pYQHzpnJtjSApiLAA6B3IX9vgsJWaE4NBYWop5ld1AOGLaRtS9gLny92RviLrKPGV9dk6nc-jvlSvpKH3rbiMPseeAF4iNUEY6CmfeJWNmYBRlUR35QQ2i49RC4bVf2QDDTKeo7Bu4hcpM02Wuw77FALESR0y/s1812/8FC29B32-4F4C-461C-8BDB-87E197E71400_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKeDC_bq4O6JJD7OZGby2-5x53NqQUP7pYQHzpnJtjSApiLAA6B3IX9vgsJWaE4NBYWop5ld1AOGLaRtS9gLny92RviLrKPGV9dk6nc-jvlSvpKH3rbiMPseeAF4iNUEY6CmfeJWNmYBRlUR35QQ2i49RC4bVf2QDDTKeo7Bu4hcpM02Wuw77FALESR0y/w400-h268/8FC29B32-4F4C-461C-8BDB-87E197E71400_1_201_a.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>God is immortal</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">If you look at the history of the universe, the cosmos and all the galaxies existing in the Solar System we know, the ever-expanding-universe, you are looking at the history of the human being. We only exist as an expansion of population and the world we know like matter only to contract. Although, human being habitation of the Earth has only been very brief in the general understanding of space, our existence is the result of the whole cosmos and all its existence. We appear as an expansion of organic matter as though some other life form had existed anywhere in the galaxies surrounding us and fell to Earth to produce human life. Are we a result of dinosaurs or do dinosaurs exist after the human race in space time? Space and time do cloud my thoughts as though clouds may drift through my being. The gap of existence of the Earth feels not as though the Earth was blocked from the Sun but simply disappeared only to reappear, a phenomenon similar to the existence of a blackhole anywhere near our cosmos and gravity but like a warping of time and space. Perhaps we enter a void. The non-matter of space and a vacuum could cloud Earth from view and have our planet disappear completely only to return. The recurrence of people from former generations could give you an example of how a human could reappear having disappeared or died long ago. The toing and froing of an idea going backwards and forwards and materialising again is a similar notion of time equalling a human being. Taking ideas to space only to bring them back to Earth can be reborn in our substance, too. Time and the surface of time like the surface of the Earth tells us of the universe we live in like your skin might describe the age of a person. Decay and age are more an Earthly concept than in outer-space. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">God is immortal.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-76282470302452781962023-10-09T20:31:00.000-07:002023-10-09T20:31:19.522-07:00The consequence of time<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IHe0anbY96R78IKRa-LIg4AEreDzg4U9Xa8PueVkk7FdLRTl93-2P6JE5pDb8vXtOnucgkiCSnWZymyJZMwGIgbQOqUOzC68W0ZJiso-uFBmsc6XJpuX1Pu4XT-_sSXAS00jErWeNJ-gRsCbjv6hRAppOEEHvKEVJM51u-fjLRbUpPrBCrWWboN-l0z1/s1812/C10DF2F5-6421-43AB-853A-2403043CEA77.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1812" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IHe0anbY96R78IKRa-LIg4AEreDzg4U9Xa8PueVkk7FdLRTl93-2P6JE5pDb8vXtOnucgkiCSnWZymyJZMwGIgbQOqUOzC68W0ZJiso-uFBmsc6XJpuX1Pu4XT-_sSXAS00jErWeNJ-gRsCbjv6hRAppOEEHvKEVJM51u-fjLRbUpPrBCrWWboN-l0z1/w400-h268/C10DF2F5-6421-43AB-853A-2403043CEA77.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>The consequence of time</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Clouded thoughts exist as we drift into the darkness of the Earth from the Sun. Was the Earth destroyed by meteorites, asteroids or something else? Was our Solar System and the Milky Way created by being sucked into a blackhole only to spew out into our current understanding of what exists? You would imagine blackholes were there in space to protect our universe from anything dangerous or going to destroy what is out there, almost like a vacuum cleaner of space. Perhaps there is something in the vacuum of space equalling the void. Once, planets and stars, expire they could be causing too much of a vacuum. The known universe as we know it must have existed prior to all we know about the stars and the Solar System surrounding us. You are made to feel Earth is simply an historic memory of some universe gone by. We may not exist at all and in general spacetime we do not exist but existence is not the important idea. Lightyears pass and continue the universe as we know it continuing for eternity but Earth was only one brief moment and existed for a second only to be filed into the history of the universe. For example, human beings are an example of the universe, we exist as a product of the universe existing, the summation of all that has ever been and all that is going to exist is in every human being on Earth. The formation of Earth would be the same as its destruction and both events would produce more planets, stars and meteorites like volcanoes producing mountains. So, with the fiery understanding of the beginning of the universe you will find its end and then its beginning again <i>ad infinitum. </i>The time animation or suspension feels as though we are looking at the remnants of the beginning of the Solar System by looking at the stars in the Milky Way and they are somehow encoded with all the universe contains like scripture sent by God but already suspended in the sky. The Earth must have disappeared only to reappear because of the width of lightyears in space across the Solar System, Milky Way, the heavens and Earth. How may lightyears across is Earth if you measured the Earth by its depth? The answer is the human being. Human beings are the consequence of time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The space surrounding the void of space is time and allows the surface for time to exist, the distance of time. For example, planets revolving around in space provide the time model needed to understand space. Time does not exist in space because of the beginning and end needed, there is no understanding how old space is or how long all we need to know about the Solar System, will last. The beginning and the end do not exist in a logical framework of time, either, however, the ever expanding universe will continue to expand only to contract, why we know death as mortal beings but the infinite expansion of the universe is not something we are ever going to understand. Space gives us the model for time but not space. You feel on Earth the timeline of existence is back to front and we may not exist in the general understanding of time in space but perhaps space in time. We float along as though clouds were our thoughts and drift, thinking. All the events we know in history appear as though they are to exist in the future rather than in the past. The history of space could give us a clue but the distance of time makes no sense at all. Maybe in a future time we will exist for God but not for time. The space surrounding clouds of thought, continues in spacetime and the three-dimensional idea of space.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The space around objects in space is the time factor to the point of a warping of time as we know it. We are aware of a history of the planet Earth but most of the history feels as unfamiliar as dinosaurs. We feel related to former lifeforms on Earth but almost like they occurred after the human race. The warping of time could be the reason. For example, we do know of a beginning of the universe as we know it but did the universe really begin or just continue in a different three-dimensional model of the existing universe. The universe could tell you the answer to our existence but human beings would have the same information in every essence of their being. Maybe time does not exist for the human race because of a non-time when the Earth was not in existence but actually disappeared only to reappear. The concept of the Earth disappearing only to reappear would be something comprehensible in the general law of physics but the warping of time as with spacetime could explain the concept further. Clouds disappearing in the sky only to regather could explain the concept of spacetime. The air that surrounds space is the void of space but not void of time as such. If you equate length by width by depth of a three-dimensional model and we can equate with time or to travel through space and around a three-dimensional model you will understand the surface of time by the space that surrounds an object. Distance we can equate with time or to travel through space and around a three-dimensional model and, we are to understand the gap in time by the distance between the surfaces of an object. The surface of the Earth is the answer to the problem of Earth but if we were to use the space surrounding Earth as a model you will arrive at spacetime. Gravity equals time and space has a weight, the weight of time. Maybe the human race does not exist anymore for God in space because we do not exist in time. Lightyears pass in a second only to disappear. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Clouded with thoughts of the spaces between clouds weighted with the dense air of space and sky, I ponder. Sometimes air feels more, weighty than clouds of impending rain, themselves. Perhaps the density of air and the sheer, weight of air could describe all we need to know about air but the space between clouds and their rapid gathering gives you an indication of the space around stars. The formation of stars out of all the interstellar substance surrounding them could give you hope of the continuation of life but clouds are their weight. Time continues to tick away but not existing in the general sense of space travels elsewhere almost like the three-dimensional model, time can traverse the distance from left to right and up and down or the distance of a three-dimensional object in space. The "forth-dimension" of space and time is spacetime however, time warps itself in a wave, wrapping all history in itself but time does not exist in space. We always need a beginning and an end.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Weighted with the space surrounding objects you gain an understanding of space but not time. The beginning of an end. At the end of time, you will find infinity where stars are born of the infinity that surrounds them. The beginning of stars and planets would suggest time existed but time ends as the stars and planets are produced not that time sucked down the blackhole of understanding but has not got a surface. Time exists like a three-dimensional model of time in space and needs to be measured in distance but not time. How long does it take to tell the time? If you read your watch and look at the seconds click by, then the minutes and the hours you may sense a history of movement of time ticking away but when placed in a three-dimensional model time has a surface to register time on with the distance of time like a clock-face. Time ticking away allows us to equate space.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-90911263356853545692023-08-18T19:34:00.001-07:002023-08-19T02:36:48.196-07:00Oh, the weight of space<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Oh, the weight of space</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>5.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The constant time needs space to float around in the 4th dimension of space. Time is the distance it takes to know yourself. We are objects in space as is the three dimensions of space but time is not measured in space. The planets revolve around one another and have for billions of years but in a non-time of the void of space. We are a history of the universe but the universe does not know a time. Human beings are an example of the planets and stars surrounding us seeming to float in a void of space. Our history is the universe but the universe does not have a history as such. Existence as with the existence of the human being is a knowing you are here but we live in a void of time and space. Time keeps track of who we are but does not exist in space. The warping of a notion of time gives the universe and all its negative spaces between planets a third dimension. The 4th dimension of space, time is the constant but infinite and for time to be infinite the universe would have to go on forever. Time lasting forever or being infinite negates the understanding of time for time almost needs an end or a beginning and a history so, we exist not to exist in time but space. Floating thoughts drift off with the clouds. The algebraic equation of space is time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The space around an object is the constant. Three dimensions have a length and a breadth for example, the Earth spinning on an axis appears to go through the seasons and have a time to take the Earth revolving around a year but in space this does not exist. The Earth has been spinning on its axis in space for billions of years. Time does not exist in space for space is time but also the void. The history of the universe and the planets surrounding the universe we live in does not exist as such for there is no beginning or end in the infinite never ending universe. The time it takes. You could imagine we exist in a time in space but we do not exist in time or space. Life could be thought of as being endless but it is not. Human beings die and are reborn and live again but the time it would take to walk around an object or a human being in space gives you an idea of how space could equal time but not space. To begin and end could give you an idea of time and time in space but not space. Oh, the weight of space.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><br /><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-34577281831333585752023-08-11T18:40:00.001-07:002023-08-11T22:42:34.726-07:00Space is the 4th dimension<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8k3lXweHirpB1sgzCJySwRGI5sT-rg1SRMjicsEWm86LeR5haOGk9YFRr6V6LxOQg5Av_VDbSKhEtKhDweHq5kd6es_Ytz9j1hlR8fiSkl2bLobvwhn6aX4BA4wuTxje4KFo2WhbDdUA0gegvJrCgkgt6R1zruMu0zDC3ZD17E9Dr3shAXjq6NobgKQXV/s6774/1D560AD5-56F4-4446-90AB-83C62E8FC04B.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4492" data-original-width="6774" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8k3lXweHirpB1sgzCJySwRGI5sT-rg1SRMjicsEWm86LeR5haOGk9YFRr6V6LxOQg5Av_VDbSKhEtKhDweHq5kd6es_Ytz9j1hlR8fiSkl2bLobvwhn6aX4BA4wuTxje4KFo2WhbDdUA0gegvJrCgkgt6R1zruMu0zDC3ZD17E9Dr3shAXjq6NobgKQXV/w400-h265/1D560AD5-56F4-4446-90AB-83C62E8FC04B.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0gWxpbVXPTbgaHUxgAj-ynYsVoMQx4I2QqJUXhqr6o3yXoQFklRMayvU6KAOVJ2ABC8P3LFmeoSosL8oaNNLbD2q63QDn7STRVINysoUJA_qs_iSoiadUGoGzDKp3qoeV2XeV4xJOVZGxMVFaUwubRvOdmI0RWJliXPWTcm4h6vuvpphFbwtsKT3tBqf/s6774/AC55849E-E4A9-42E7-B5B6-EBDD22EADF22.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4492" data-original-width="6774" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0gWxpbVXPTbgaHUxgAj-ynYsVoMQx4I2QqJUXhqr6o3yXoQFklRMayvU6KAOVJ2ABC8P3LFmeoSosL8oaNNLbD2q63QDn7STRVINysoUJA_qs_iSoiadUGoGzDKp3qoeV2XeV4xJOVZGxMVFaUwubRvOdmI0RWJliXPWTcm4h6vuvpphFbwtsKT3tBqf/w400-h265/AC55849E-E4A9-42E7-B5B6-EBDD22EADF22.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Space is the 4th dimension</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We are like the moon and all the planets surrounding Earth, the galaxy of our experience. If you were to imagine a human being to equal a planet like Earth you could start to relate aspects of Earth to the human body. The human body has a core and is surrounded by matter to accumulate the whole history of the Solar System we live in as we would accomodate our ancestral heritage in our gene pool. The Earth spins on an axis. The weight of gravity is the mortality of human beings and is attracted to Earth because of the atmosphere. We are an earth. Earth you could imagine would be accumulated forest rock and all Earth has known embedded in rock but rock eventually disintegrates and becomes a weighty gas to reform and become stars, planets and rock, again. Human beings go through a similar process as rock and our linage is every substance of matter we possess. You may be able to trace your own linage more through relatives as they would have more of one person and less of another. The history of the planet is within us as our own ancestral heritage.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Therefore, we should know the future but like spacetime the variable does not allow time to be accessed in a logical pattern and is warped so, a variable is needed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Space is the 4th dimension.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The macrocosm we exist in gives you an idea of existence. To suggest a microcosm is a small part of the macrocosm is all we need to know. We are in reflection of the universe we know.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The known universe of the human being would equal all we do know about outer space but all we do not know as well. We reflect God and the known universe of our lives, the "all knowing" universe of God. Solar Systems apart are our starlight. A tree similarly would reflect space, absorbing carbon dioxide and expelling the oxygen we breathe. The weight of nature on our hands is reflective of the space of the air between objects, if matter could have a weight, it would equal the human being. The weight of clouds. Rain clouds saturate the earth and we breathe the air. If you could then contemplate the heaviness of the air after rain this would equal the human being. The reflection of the air surrounding us would have a dual communication like the cosmos where years and space seem to be in reverse of substance. For example, human beings are made of air and water like the clouds and pass through a life as clouds pass over the sky. Momentary is our existence but the clouds drift on by. How many lightyears wide is your world? Do we know the future of existence? Other planets appear to be our history.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-47969594854858822972023-07-28T19:44:00.000-07:002023-07-28T19:44:58.367-07:00We are like outer space<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gj3nkqB0N_Gy8ud3oiM-Zg-yCprRgIrQ0wKF82S9cYaUycSH9Km5ZKyAHa64AgSnr2VxOLBWG_I6HHdipaz8dNYgDZkYz_8pLsvlVXsPr3vlM7Fa8MrJ4kI7kMdPgJPqe7JEpnJogcWLibSaBaCYH0ezeqnKT0yir6Dh6S3ivNAXTFVYaLfpEcovu-XD/s6774/41650B74-E832-45C4-9E8C-135C30E91E3A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4492" data-original-width="6774" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gj3nkqB0N_Gy8ud3oiM-Zg-yCprRgIrQ0wKF82S9cYaUycSH9Km5ZKyAHa64AgSnr2VxOLBWG_I6HHdipaz8dNYgDZkYz_8pLsvlVXsPr3vlM7Fa8MrJ4kI7kMdPgJPqe7JEpnJogcWLibSaBaCYH0ezeqnKT0yir6Dh6S3ivNAXTFVYaLfpEcovu-XD/w400-h265/41650B74-E832-45C4-9E8C-135C30E91E3A.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxw_4m8jORJCjlVmQZO4_rapGXRBAfX-FBmFg8LuTNxZK0uMNmP7ioLvVcJD1HFdFuLjI7yghlFMGqeucVl66blGhY9IIiu8u6IFKWLO-feXX-DgQEQOMj3rZ1nHFg53MAc7dnmoEHHsioyQ6uJ2M2DIZWZhpKsHo0708vf-tsR-nLrVdtzwbGEH-G5TU/s6774/762113EA-57CC-4CD4-933F-5CC91DC592C9.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4492" data-original-width="6774" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxw_4m8jORJCjlVmQZO4_rapGXRBAfX-FBmFg8LuTNxZK0uMNmP7ioLvVcJD1HFdFuLjI7yghlFMGqeucVl66blGhY9IIiu8u6IFKWLO-feXX-DgQEQOMj3rZ1nHFg53MAc7dnmoEHHsioyQ6uJ2M2DIZWZhpKsHo0708vf-tsR-nLrVdtzwbGEH-G5TU/w400-h265/762113EA-57CC-4CD4-933F-5CC91DC592C9.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>We are like outer space</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ageing, gravity pulls us to the Earth with the weight of mortality. You feel you are born to crawl on all fours only to rise up to be a human being and mortality drags you to the ground. In age, hunched over and shrinking, we succumb to the pull of gravity. The heaviness of our mortality has us melt back down into the substance of matter. Our spirit matter amalgamates with the clouds and drifts off with the wind. The clouds seem to describe the very nature of our mortality by raining and saturating the Earth. Moving through our life we are faced with the short time here on Earth but mortality is not a burden only our human understanding. The spirit drifts with the body as though only for a moment like the clouds to disappear and become air. Death is not final though for we become the heavens with the immortality of the soul. To move toward our final human goal of a merging with the heavens is as though to breathe air. Clouds drift only to disappear.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Time does not exist in space. The void of time. Spacetime may warp all notions of time but is the void of space not time. Lightyears fly on by to an infinity of newborn stars born out of an infinity. Clouds are like a memory of space, the atmosphere, the rain and soaking up rivers, the sea or streams, all water vapours on the ground, water rises to become clouds. Clouds, a nebula and all the gases surrounding stars to help in the formation of stars is like Earth and its formation of earth. We spin on an axis only to gather matter. Human beings are like an example of how matter accumulates. We are like outer space.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>We move forward only to age</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We are a mortality for God and although we are informed mystically by God as to who we are we are born as a star out of an accumulation of interstellar material filtered down from the heavens with every generation. The stars like Earth spin to accumulate matter and our inner light is not only the light of God or God but all the motions of the body cause light with gravity. We are born out of an infinity like the stars so the possibility of what you look like is as infinite as the stars themselves. Our mortality.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mortal beings tend to have a mortal soul. Our mortality is our God part or we die a mortal death. We are only to know our life and the stars inform your heart as though time was in the reversal of being. We know of a history of mankind only to know the future of the planet. The planet Earth appears attracted to stellular activity and the pathway the planet Earth is on attracts asteroids and meteorites towards Earth. The destruction of Earth is not necessarily a doomed pathway as a result of all the Earth attracts to itself but like Earth, we have a mortality. Our death is not the only message from the stars God informs all that are on Earth about their life and the immortality of the universe we live in. We live in order to die and the history of gravity could inform us of this. Stars, infinite and varied carry us to a cloud of thinking similar to the material surrounding stars, we are not in the dark although we lose time. We move forward only to age.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-56785736625031722832023-07-14T22:36:00.003-07:002023-07-15T22:29:38.738-07:00If only we could read the stars<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>If only we could read the stars</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Infinity is the white light you would see at the speed of light but this would take you past the Milky Way. What lives beyond all human beings are going to know in one lifetime is God and we are God so have a knowledge of God. The world of God would not be unobtainable but we have our limitations being mortal or living a mortality. The light of God and all God allows us to see is all we need know about God but all we are going to know. The interstellar material of dark matter however is what all the universe is made from, what stars are born out of and how we have come to be from the void of space we know. We are from the Earth and almost grew like plants from a fertile Earth. However, growing we were formed and fashioned into Gods liking from all that surrounds us. You have to imagine all of the material floating around in outer space is the same as the substances on Earth but differ molecularly from the pressures of gravity but only slightly vary. The infinite and varied understanding of stars next to humans could give us a clue to what God could be contemplating on a daily basis. Why we are here and what is to become of us.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>God and the stars. The stars could tell.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>If only we could read the stars. </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>4.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Clouds drift on by thinking. You could imagine God thinking in the clouds, pondering. Thoughts and clouded with the weight of the world, God is the clouds and clouded with the fog of human endeavour. The clouds would be a better place to think. We try to busy ourselves with the idea of God being only concerned with the human race as God is the human race but we would only be a small percentage of God's thinking for the rest of the planet is also God's concern, the Solar System and the Milky Way. Stars were born of infinity.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Stars are infinite and varied and hide behind one another to cause the black void of space or dark matter but from the naked eye of Earth, the stars would just be too far away to see. The black void of space conceals our universe but could be described as the God of the universe, veiling God's light. A light of God could be a cloud of stars or the accumulated matter surrounding stars as with the Earth, an atmosphere. Stars are like human beings. If God were to contemplate the stars being all the stars and the universe, they frequent, you assume contemplating the human race would be similar to contemplating stars but we are not God. The dark matter of space would conceal the universe we live in.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-33399303517043343052023-06-30T20:14:00.002-07:002023-07-02T22:06:58.665-07:00To disappear and occur elsewhere<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>To disappear and occur elsewhere</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The negation of time or spacetime is like the feeling of spiralling down a blackhole or why the Earth travels on a circuit around the Sun. The gravitational pull of the Earth is the reason why the Earth spins through space but through a non-time or spacetime denying existence. You are made to feel as fast as we grow and become an adult only to die is as the journey of Earth through space. The accumulation of matter expands only to contract until time and matter do not exist and go into the void. Is the destruction of the galaxies and stars around us similar to the planets? We negate time but drift off into the void of space or a non-existence of space and time, spacetime and a blackhole of existence. Existence seems to be denied as fast as matter expands it contracts. The nonexistence of time and space gives you a feeling of helplessness and lack of meaning for life, itself. Spacetime bends time to the negation of time or nonexistence. So, as rapidly as we travel through the void of space or time we go into a nonexistence or die. The Earth will one day no longer exist but will be formed as the accumulation of matter elsewhere maybe as another planet or the Sun. Maybe Earth disappearing or dying is a frightening thought but the universe will carry on with or without us. Time does not exist in the general sense and yes into the negative of a "non-time" or void, to the point of time not existing. Time and space become spacetime and we drift down through the blackhole to the void, the void of space and time. Maybe our existence is an illusion.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">You could imagine the gravity of a blackhole no matter where it existed in our galaxy would be so strong, we would be forced towards it and why we experience death and a similar experience on Earth. But what is the death of Earth?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">If there is no time and time is simply a projection is the Earth going to go into a "non-time" or a place without time? You could imagine if we went through a blackhole to the other side, gravity and time may not exist or the planet Earth itself. Earth may exist in a different state but the death of Earth is hard to imagine. Do planets die?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The non-planet with non-time or without time and gravity must be something Earth possibly needs to experience like a death. We could only imagine what might happen and project an idea but you feel deep in your soul somewhere you probably do know and perhaps in every cell of the body. Matter and time expand only to contract.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Time does not exist and the projection of time is as illusive, as the time of day, so as the sun sets in the evening and we drift into darkness, the next day as the last maybe the end or the beginning as though, time did not occur. Some days last forever and others race by but the stick in the mud may as well have not caused a shadow. Time like the moon or the sun going across the sky expands and contracts like matter so, a whole lifetime appears like a second only to disappear and occur elsewhere.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>2.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We precipitate out of the clouds and rain down onto the ground and as though water had to bend to accomodate people stepping in puddles, the negative space left by rain falling to the ground would describe the atmosphere. Air, pregnant with water after rain causes more clouds of humidity. Stratocumulus clouds, fluffy and close to the ground rise and disperse. If you could think about the feeling of being in a cloud of damp, saturated, air this would give you a sense of how gravity bends around you but not the negative space your body could leave behind. Spacetime almost explains the negation of time as though it did not exist at all but for spacetime to exist you would need gravity. So, this negation of time in space or a life if it died or death gives the understanding of spacetime. If we are able to travel our minds to all the activity of outer-space, we would get to an understanding of why we exist but not why we are here. However, to investigate the evolution of man we would have to go beyond our understanding of God. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Every cell holds the information of the whole existence of the human race, all that has been and all the future has in store for the history of the human race as a species. The planets are similar to single cells of the human being and hold all the information of the history of space but not the history of time, we would have to ask God for that one. Therefore, to understand time in space is to understand God and why we are here. We are almost on Earth as an afterthought. The general laws of physics and chemistry would not equate the human race. Space and time do not allow existence and gravity. We are made to feel the distance between planets gives us an understanding of gravity for they are almost pushed aside to allow for the other activities in space. The gravity of spacetime is so strong sometimes you may feel the planets may squash themselves to accomodate the moon and the Sun, although the closer foreign bodies are to one another the more gravity there will be. The tides ebb and flow but clouds think of another matter, water. Water bends but our ultimate destruction will be the distance between time and space. A blackhole in thinking like a maelstrom. The end of the world. The beginning of time. Time in its negation equals space and gravity, infinite is our understanding. We seem to fail God in the simple knowledge of who we are in the face of the Lord but to contemplate death equalling where space begins is to negate time itself. We do not exist at all.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-60375547124822351472023-06-16T18:47:00.001-07:002023-06-16T21:52:29.272-07:00Clouds<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijeUk5o-4NFkejGrk-l_O5RFYUXEB0dhWF21N2jAfyVVoAJOYRnDaCyQuULSLlRnpiQDGD8B35bC6bCj7rhg4QesiXaXeVnZMZSgiFSEt_2TkfbiHzSM_sEVfcB2wdsT0g0RcsU-TALGADIFc770isatgiB1sYTzPo2-LxePzZNAJ_WCRTn1MgF5HQvQ/s6774/85FA57B3-5F67-4978-83D5-E3C2E4C8F930.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4492" data-original-width="6774" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijeUk5o-4NFkejGrk-l_O5RFYUXEB0dhWF21N2jAfyVVoAJOYRnDaCyQuULSLlRnpiQDGD8B35bC6bCj7rhg4QesiXaXeVnZMZSgiFSEt_2TkfbiHzSM_sEVfcB2wdsT0g0RcsU-TALGADIFc770isatgiB1sYTzPo2-LxePzZNAJ_WCRTn1MgF5HQvQ/w400-h265/85FA57B3-5F67-4978-83D5-E3C2E4C8F930.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Clouds</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Matter is going to be the key to spacetime for we are the product of matter. Therefore, the bending of time will help describe matter and its changes but not time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Time does not exist in the general perception of time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">When thinking about spacetime and the planets and the stars being millions of lightyears away, we barely exist as a memory. The whole life of a human being would be so negligible, one hundred years would not be equal to a second. The age of the Solar System, the planets, stars and the Sun would be infinite but like they had not occurred at all. Stars and planets suspended in space would appear like a memory of the beginning of the Universe. Lightyears would pass as though there were some other purpose for existence itself or the planets, the moon and the Sun. Spacetime could even curb the idea of existence. We are the stars and the planets that surround us just floating bits of the same chemical substance. You are made to feel we exist as an accumulation of matter like Earth itself. The suspended animation of time and space is as though time and matter did not exist but are infinite. So, time races along as the Earth circulates the Sun but goes nowhere and is in the gravitational curve of spacetime following the curve of the Earth or the Sun, we disappear like water through the clouds.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Clouds.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796825934933018010.post-69832970503983126322023-06-09T18:29:00.000-07:002023-06-09T18:29:25.659-07:00The history of time or matter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_60XHeP2o_FWB_WPh6f5jSN7jz_6ZeNLCP8KjFbwOmS_-lRBVeE_czX04sce9S07Sng0JtBpFoTdMSeqY_3uj8v9LMILLkZW2a-k6-jnooQUGhxXjR6Ar1dQzCvVAjdWH49WJcWCu07BHyDxld_-Vwj21iBWUR9uAi_GgTVmgYhTJt3zoZ3uDq6mkw/s6774/5105C28F-4A8C-4ED2-94F9-74F723F32C36.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4492" data-original-width="6774" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_60XHeP2o_FWB_WPh6f5jSN7jz_6ZeNLCP8KjFbwOmS_-lRBVeE_czX04sce9S07Sng0JtBpFoTdMSeqY_3uj8v9LMILLkZW2a-k6-jnooQUGhxXjR6Ar1dQzCvVAjdWH49WJcWCu07BHyDxld_-Vwj21iBWUR9uAi_GgTVmgYhTJt3zoZ3uDq6mkw/w400-h265/5105C28F-4A8C-4ED2-94F9-74F723F32C36.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Nicole Page-Smith, writing and photographs</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>The history of time and matter</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A revolution of time could equal how long it takes for a day to pass.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Time could be an illusion as time equals matter. Matter suspended in time is timeless. Therefore, in the general understanding of time we do not exist for time but matter. The suspension of matter in time is all we equal. Floating as a mass in space, we exist. Spacetime is time made variable but you may have to believe in time for time to exist in space. Matters existence in space does circulate a revolution and travels with the orbiting planets so a day equals a year and so forth. If we were immortal as with the immortal soul, we would have no need for time at all. Variants of time need to be considered and matter can tell you the history of time. Molecular structure would have changed over the years as asteroids and meteorites change as they enter the Earth's atmosphere. A simple history of the molecular structure of molecules could be useful in understanding time but more, matter. Time is of the essence but matter is more important in understanding the history of time or matter.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248174177781623407noreply@blogger.com