The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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TIPSTER
Just this side of the tipping point is a blue lobelia.
The closely woven magic robe, having followed sea gulls, keeps mum. After all, the legend might be true. To some people, it could be invisible. It gets hidden under a pile of memories, together with a fly swatter.
Just outside the window a drummer appears. Playing black-skinned drums after smoking his bong, he charms the Ganges river, rising tendrils of mesmerized snakes. A cohort of bobbing flies in late afternoon sun is dancing his galaxy.
I'd say the days of cutting cots have turned to moss. There is no glass slipper here, and it's too close for a chimney sweep to get through. Amidst a clacking of steel balls, pachinko parlors encrypted all the messages sent, with very little subterfuge about whether truth is paid in bit coins. As everyone now says, it was an existential gamble, outdated.
The update comes next. It's surprisingly backwards. But first let's scrape the plate clean. Or a slight bit of dredging. Oh merry Mary Jane, leaves of grass, and what was the purpose? Well certainly, for Wells Fargo . . .
So here's the story, part one, from our white haired genius who discovered mass is energy. Hiroshima the redux. And part two, energy is mass. What goes around comes around.
It's that simple? So do the math. Wells Fargo would bet on it. But will we get there?
Flotsam and jetsam, dribs and drabs, a thin harvest of solar residues: coal, oil, natural gas, all the low hanging foliage. Or weakly interacting fruit, compared to modern bombs. Icarus, your Lyft ride is history. Wind farms, hydro turbines, solar farms, all whale oil, compared to the source.
Out there in the ocean, see? It has just the right hydrogen that when we (a few scientists) solve the fusion containment problem, lots of energy is ready for harvest. Ah, the moment of truth. But when the fossil fods get their walking papers, will they go quietly into that good night?
Energy + information = mass as you like it. An original, out of thin air. Mastodon tweezers, no problem. And replication ~3D printing, schleplication ~ all toast. But a toaster that actually works ~ make it so!
Crazy, huh?
Just passing it along. We've got a fly swatter nearby for when the news comes on. Before calling 911 though, consider those little bits of rare metal in your device, they came from where?.
A supernova. It went boom and splattered them. That sounds kind of scientific, and it is. Also, it's magic.
Out there in wind are the gulls flying. They know as much as anyone about what gravity is. They shit. Blue lobelia grows.
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The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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