Winslow Farm

http://www.winslowfarm.com/

Winslow Farm is an animal sanctuary here in Norton. I have been in contact with them and am still trying to schedule a meeting. This place seems really cool and education oriented. they already have a classroom facility that we may be able to use, and having all the animals right there is a great resource. check them out.

The Paradox

The cycle begins. Rays of sunlight rising from the east peel back the serene serotonin induced slumber which curtains the dormant mind; neurons fire, eyelids open and the very first glimpses of morning are received by the conscious mind of a twenty year old girl named Faith. There had always been something fantastical about morning that captivated Faith’s curiosity; the death of a temporary awareness giving way to the birth of another as if the world itself were starting over from a momentary lapse of rest.

Upon waking, Faith realized how the world has the ability to change in the span of an instant. What was once good is now bad and was right is now wrong as the painful realization creeps over her and the memories instantly flood back. A wry smile forms as her dreams of a time where the villain was a scoundrel and the hero was a god flash within her ambivalent mind. However, the thoughts will soon ferment and lose their place in time; soon to be forgotten like the rest.

Awoken now to the state of consciousness which has been labeled in her mind as “reality”, Faith’s memory of her dreams begins to wilt and decay like a rose removed from its vase. “If only this place where as interesting as my dreams” she thought to herself, squinting her eyes to shield her retinae from the gleaming rays of sunshine which were pouring through the window. Faith’s boredom with reality is easy to sympathize with. After twenty years of a life spent perceiving the same three spatial dimensions contained within a relatively evanescent slither of time, Faith was growing more and more oblivious each day to the true elegance and beauty all around her. This particular morning however, Faith was about to realize that within an existence bound by the laws of probability, an infinite number of incredible things can and imminently do happen.

It is at this point in the story where we are going to pause, rewind, and resume our tale from a different reference point within the fourth dimension. Because I, the creator, am the one who is writing the story, I possess the ability to manipulate all of the dimensions which are contained within it; I can stop, rewind, fast forward or even end it all completely with a quick and abrupt period…. However, the story would not have fulfilled my intended purpose if I ended it here, and so it goes on until I, he who started it all, choose for it to end. Remember me; for I am all that you can, do and have ever known; I am the writer. Play.

Faith was always considered “gifted”. Throughout her experience of high school she never had to try; she never studied nor did her homework, and was constantly cutting classes. Her parents were astounded at how despite her lack of effort; she would always manage to pass with straight “B’s”. Although a “B” average was more than satisfactory, everyone knew that she was capable of so much more. At the age of eighteen, Faith’s curiosity had finally found a rabbit hole into which her questioning mind could crawl; in her senior year of high school, Faith discovered physics.

In the time that has past since that day, Faith has spent numerous hours studying theoretical physics at Princeton University; she became especially interested and enthralled with the idea of parallel universes and string theory. When a foreign research laboratory on the French and Swiss border named CERN announced that it was looking for interns to participate in experiments regarding extreme particle acceleration, Faith leapt at the opportunity. The rest is past, present and future. Pause.

It is here that you, the audience, now find yourself; at the frame of reference within the story where you understand the path which lies behind our protagonist, but yet are unable to see where it’s all going and what it all means. Almost certainly you are experiencing a great deal of confusion as you attempt to make sense of the reality which I am fabricating. However, at this moment, there is no possible way that you can fully understand the true depth of what I am attempting to convey because you have yet to experience the full story. Rest assured, it will all be unveiled to you in time, just sit back and continue to perceive. If possible try to enjoy it; because once the story ends, all that it will mean to you is exactly what you perceived it to be. Fast forward to the point in time where the story began, stop. And then play.

Faith had just awoken from an incredibly vivid dream and found herself running late. She instantly shook off the curtain of sleep which had once swallowed her consciousness, washed, dressed, grabbed a bite to eat and was on her way to the bus stop within minutes; allowing ample time for her to make the deadline. “Its interesting how time is what you make of it.” Faith uttered under her breath as her fourth dimensional self continued to unfold within the bus as she gradually progressed towards the lab. Flickers of movement flooded Faith’s vision as she gazed out of the moving vehicle’s window and noticed that the world outside of the bus seemed to be moving incredibly fast all around her.

After arriving at work, Faith made her way to the testing center and began the same procedure that she was required to perform each day. The usual routine was to fire a proton through an enormous underground tunnel at such a velocity that it would rival the speed of light; simultaneously at the opposite end of the tunnel another proton is fired in the opposite direction and at the exact same velocity. Although this experiment sounded exciting at first, after performing the same monotonous task day after day and finding different but yet seemingly meaningless results each time, Faith was beginning to lose her hope in the existence of miracles.

Due to a property of our existence known as probability, the two protons which are fired will imminently pass through the tunnel in their own unique ways. The majority of the time the two particles collide with one another at an angle, causing them to reflect off of one another into different regions of space. Thousands of tests yielded the same results: inconsistency in our ability to accurately predict the imminent angle of collision and the seemingly sporadic response of the particles. However, this fateful morning something incredibly improbable but yet evidently possible was about to happen which would soon renew Faith’s belief in everyday miracles.

“BANG!” echoed throughout the vast tunnel as the two protons collided with one another at great velocities; it appeared to be a direct hit. Faith rushed over to the computer in order to observe what had occurred. What she found was startling; numerous radiation receptors within the tunnel had received a fleeting but yet powerful signal at the time of the collision however, displayed upon the screen in front of her was a single radio wave; nothing else appeared to remain. It was as if all the particles had seemingly vanished into thin air and in the process had left behind a distinct trace of their former existence in the form of a wave. Faith eagerly played the wave in it’s audio form through the computers speakers. Her senses tingling with anticipation, Faith sat back and perceived.

“Greetings. You have come a long way and endured an entire history of experience within the multiverse before arriving to where you are and I wish to congratulate you for finally reaching this moment within your plane of being and time. My how you have grown; countless lives have come and gone, flickering in and out of existence as the fourth dimension marches on for all eternity. Each of your early ancestors has contributed towards the imminent change which has washed over all existence and now you too have provided your piece of the puzzle.

I find communication with you incredibly difficult to maintain considering just how relatively unaware you are of what exactly you have done. Due to your inability to perceive the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth and eleventh dimensional consequences of your actions, the majority of what you long for me to explain to you would be completely incomprehensible as it falls upon your ears.

All existence is a paradox because it is simultaneously occurring and not occurring both at the same time. When viewed from the ultimate perspective whereby all dimensions of space and time are visible, everything that possibly can be is both existent and non existent all at once; time is both past and future at the same instant; matter is manipulated in every form possible whilst still retaining the same shape which we perceive it to be; and everything, yes everything, and therefore at the same time nothing, is possible.

Almost certainly you are experiencing a great deal of confusion as you attempt to make sense of the reality which I am fabricating. However, at this moment, there is no possible way that you can fully understand the true depth of what I am attempting to convey because you have yet to experience the full story. Rest assured, it will all be unveiled to you in time, just sit back and continue to perceive. If possible try to enjoy it; because once the story ends, all that it will mean to you is exactly what you perceived it to be.”

In absolute awe of what she’d just experienced, Faith rushed to show the world her discovery. Within a crowded lecture hall filled with all the most prominent names in science, Faith presented “the message from beyond” before an audience of thousands. Booming on the public address system, the message filled the room in a cacophony of sound which fell down upon the thousands of ears which attempted to perceive it. Faith heard the same familiar “alien” voice echo through the hall and interpreted the exact same message as before whilst the sound waves drummed gently upon her inner ear. The recording came to its end and the sound waves diminished from audibility. The audience remained motionless within their seats, momentarily stunned by what they’d heard as Faith arose from her seat and proceeded towards the podium which inhabited the center of the stage. She began to speak about the message and her interpretation of what it meant and a collective murmur began to form amongst the crowd.

What was initially an audience stunned into silence was gradually becoming more and more uproarious as Faith continued her attempts to explain the message; it seemed as if not a single individual among the thousands who were present agreed with a single utterance of the interpretation which Faith was attempting to convey. Each and every member of the audience was shouting their interpretation of the message at the top of their lungs, striving to be heard and recognized by the sea of fellow perceivers among them. Faith was rendered speechless as the ramblings of scientist after scientist manifested themselves upon her ears.

It appeared that entirely alternate perceptions of the message were being heard by every potential receiver of the wave; some interpretations involved the mention of events within history and the apparent connection that they held with the present or future; other interpretations said nothing of history but spoke in great detail of the underlying make up of all matter; some claimed the existence of God and gave indisputable evidence that there could be no other alternative, while others claimed the contrary and provided their own articles of evidence which they themselves could not be refuted. Upon further analysis the wave was revealed to be no more than a static noise; but yet when perceived by a conscious observer, this noise had the ability to assume an infinite number of potential interpretations.

Within the span of all dimensions, the wave affected each of its receptors uniquely. While some who heard the wave were compelled to further study its potential meaning, others consciously dismissed its profundity and continued to search for their answers elsewhere, dismissing the wave as a hoax or a fake. As for Faith, since her experience of the wave she has come to realize that she is an infinitesimally small part of a much larger and elegantly complex portrait of reality. After terminating her internship at CERN, she flew back home to her friends and family and finally began perceiving and enjoying life to the fullest degree possible for her.

It is here that you, the audience, now find yourself; at the frame of reference within the story where you understand the path which lies behind our protagonist after the entirety of her story has come to an end. Perhaps for the first time ever, you are now fully aware of the fourth dimension; you have witnessed the beginning, the middle, and the end of an existence and are now left only to ponder what it means.

Almost certainly you are experiencing a great deal of confusion as you attempt to make sense of the reality which I have fabricated. Although you have now experienced the tale in its completion, your interpretation of the message and the meaning it contains will only ever register in a way that is unique to your subjective experience of reality. Our story has now come to an end and I hope that you enjoyed it; because now that its all over, it still remains that which you perceived it to be all along: everything more and everything less, all at once for all eternity. Amen.

Embrace

fall into my arms and let your consciousness die.
release your worries and your woes from the world that lies behind.
crawl deep into my rabbit hole,
nestle deep within me,
as I nestle deep within you.
together,
we are one.
the most powerful of connections;
two realities intertwined,
bound together,
to form us.
what would I be without you?
just me.
and what would you be without me?
just you.
for all eternity,
I’d wish to never let you go.
but like all things must end;
so must our us,
eventually your you,
and imminently my I.
So I release and set you free,
Back into your own reality,
Where I pray that my influence may reach once more,
And intertwine us once again.

acid trip. take 2

There is no reason to rush into anything. I think that we should just try and relax for a second and try to reevaluate our environment before we consider this any further. I do believe that it seems safe. There is no one lingering over our shoulder; we can go there. The only thing that matters at this moment, is the present. It is the very reason I found this keyboard, it is what I am typing as I continue to do so. The computer adds an interesting element because it is the record of the present. At certain points throughout this composition, I have chosen to erase parts which I ahev written, Howver, at this moment, I have decided that there is no longer any reason to think about the past nor look up at the screen upon which this is being written. Ha ha! This is funny! You really expect to utter out something profound you senenseless moron! Well then I guess that that’s what it is! When we choose to question, we open ourselves up to vulnerabilities. We asses what we do and do not know. I am overflowing with the answer! In every pore I feel it! Its in me I am the answer to it all. But then there is always the question! Ha ha! You sound like a bambling idiot you moron! I know that in this moment I am not even aware of the rules of grammar. It all seems to slant sideways, I remember as the tangent pulls itself way back on into the present! Where it has always been anw where the thoughts should lie. For to rest and look back upon the pst is the very reason I am still typing. You kneew what you were expecting when you got to this keyboard, you knew all along! You knew everything! AHHHH but then there can’t be a present. Which is what I just pulled back to. Oh wow, I am attempting to live through the s[peed at which I type, which is an interesting concept because I am trying to arrange thought so that it fits best into my own little capsulating bubbles. You already know Dumb ass! Stop looking! Haha! I am the full stop to the question mark. BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE!!!!! That’s what it’s all about anyway! Haha! It’s where this is most certainly going… I started this with the simple idea of “I wonder what would happen if I went to a keyboard on acid. And this is exactly what I found! It’s what it is! Haha! And I can pull someone to this right now and show them! That this is what it is. The only difference is perception. Or atleast as best as I can see so far. Because in the end this will all amount to nothing. As all of these words which I am writing are being lost in time. Think about the metaphor beneath these words falling in time right now. You can always look back to this later… show yourself. Retain yourself. It is a written record. An account. An existence, A story. Haha! FUCK YOU GRAMMAR!!!! I JUTS DONNNGTTTTTT CCAAARRREEEEE ANNYYMORREEEE!!!!! I have complerelt gibevn u[ all; caroingf abputr even ytryoing top make this legible because its so funny! Oiurwhopferopgfo;ewrygh[0whahahahahahahahah! Wow! Sorry about that. Lmao! Doesn’t it suck that in the end of the day, this is all we get to leave behind. These words are falling, being read is life. It is. Because writing is the escapre of thought. Knowledge, questioning, intelligence.its allthatmatters. I am in the end of the day, just a guy, writing about being on acid on a keybord; how interesting can this really be: well… I guess we’re going toi find out considering that’s what Ive been doing for the last few minutes. It’s all about simply choosing to sit here and type. I think that thgis is a very good choice because atleast I leave an account. A relief.something. something morethanwantingmorebeingmorethantimethangrammarandrules to b e n d a a l l n a t ur a l a r u le s s o f an y tr h I n g t h a a a a a ta sts sss th h he ehe beauty of it all… kis it is what it is what it is whwat it is what it is what it is what it isn’t? haha! The question! It always arises, is pursued, and an answer is found to the new queston. But then there is always the next question and choice within time. Haha!!!! All im doing is seeing it all in a different way. Why don’t more people on acid do this? The answer I cant find which is funny because it gives the trip a beautiful irony because it makes no sense!!! Hahahaahahahahahahahahhhahaahahaahah!! Nothing makes sense! Life doesn’t make sense. BIG SURPRISE> STOP LOOKING!!!! YOU ALREADY KNOW! LIVE PRESENT. Then again, l.eave behind. Haha!!! Intereseting that life is a microcosm of everything. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

2 AM Ramblings

The idea of time (and yes, I am going to refer to it as an idea for the lack of a better term), has been pondered upon for more risings and fallings of the sun than most of us could imagine. It’s a very interesting concept, whose rules govern most of the modern and civilized world. However, I’ve come to realize that much like myself, very few people truly comprehend what time is. Certainly there is a scientific definition of time which is bound by the laws of logic and reason; however, it is all too typical of my mind to overlook such a formulaic and impersonal explanation in the search for a more romanticized and humanistic response.

After 19 years and approximately 7100 risings and fallings of the sun, I’ve come to realize that if God is the master of all fate, then time is God’s mover and it orchestrates us all within this great cosmic symphony. However, if mankind is the master of his own destiny, then time itself is the mover: the manifestation of choice within our own subjective experience; the flame which consumes us all as we unknowingly burn away into the imminent form of all carbon based beings: ash.

Time shapes us all in a variety of different ways as the path of our life unfolds. However, it is not necessarily time itself which shapes us, but rather our subjective experience of the events contained within time and the accumulation of the choices that we make.

Fell asleep…

I am so sickeningly human

The sleek black tar passes beneath us as we hurtle towards our goal.
Shielded from the winds and rain which belt down upon the dash,
we witness the world pass us by in an instant.
Humankind's attempts to progress at a faster rate,
have led us to achieve our means.
We have created our magical transporter: our time machine;
although time has not changed, the pace at which we live now has.
We all move so fast and although we feel protected by these fiber straps across our chests,
when moving faster than the world, accidents will happen.

Logic?

At first glance, “logic” appears to be a reasonably straightforward concept to grasp. Two plus two equals four, and four plus four equals eight, that’s logic; Right? We are faced with a question and we find the solution which best answers that question. “Illogicality” however, is much harder to place a clear cut definition upon; what if an individual chooses not to eat, despite the fact they are hungry at the time? Is this solution logical? Many would argue that it is not, considering that what adds up on one end does not seem to equal what comes out on the other.

As defined by the rules of logic, hunger is meant to be satiated by the process of eating and digestion and therefore the individual’s choice not to satisfy their hunger is considered “illogical.” This however is a gross over simplification of the variety of factors which play a role in determining what people perceive to be “right” and “wrong,” “logical” and “illogical,” “good” or “bad.” All choices are made for a reason, regardless of their outcome being perceived by others as logical or not. One of the few rare consistencies that still holds true today is that of cause and effect. What one individual may perceive to be illogical may make perfect sense in the eyes of another. Therefore, the Achilles’ heel of logic is personal choice and perception.

When the mind is conflicted with questions regarding simple numerical equations or memorizing menial facts, logic can easily be applied to the situation in order to determine the most clearly defined and indisputable answer. However, when the mind is conflicted with questions which regard the most beyond comprehensible and deepest of human emotions, logic can not be clearly defined but merely split into a variety of almost equally justifiable potentially logical choices. Ergo the problem of choice is once again inserted into the picture.

If logic could simply be applied to any potential dilemma then there would be no wars, controversial debates, human difference or uniqueness at all. All existence would be determined solely upon the laws of logic and not upon that which we may never truly understand; the human emotions such as hatred and of course above all, love.