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Jan. 25, 2007 The Perpetual Motion Machine And Poems Once there was a program and it showed some older European man who had claimed to have made a perpetual motion machine. Apparently there is no such thing as a perpetual motion machine, but he wasn’t a kook, and had made something of some merit. Some scientists or academics came out and took a look at the thing. It was a huge round Ferris wheel type of thing that had bottles or something on it and it did seem to turn and turn. It was beautiful to look at because it was outside in the countryside and something interesting to catch the eye. The scientists talked and talked with the old man, but in the end they did not agree that it was a perpetual motion machine. I think some wind was involved. This made me think of other things. I asked someone in the know if a perpetual motion machine could exist, and was told no. But…it is nice to dream, I thought, and that old man’s invention was really something to see, and someone else thought so too, cause they made a little film about it. So, it is better to give a try and go for it, whatever it is. I think William Blake said if a fool persists in his folly he becomes wise. Maybe, or maybe he just reasserts that he is a fool. I read somewhere that it was written in a prominent newspaper, a week before the Wright Brothers flew, that it would take man another hundred years before he could fly. What does it all mean? It means you never know. If you try at something, you might err or fail. But, if you don’t try, nothing will happen, that is for sure. This has not much to do with the power of positive thinking per se, but more to do with what I call the philosophy of continuation. Just continue. For instance, you could write a poem about continuance- Apples blossom in courtyards Because the sun continues onwards Beans proceed, and mountains even, When the sun continues that way The above poem is supposed to signify that things have an intrinsic magnificence and continuance. To the purely logical mind, this is not absurd, but just irrelevant. Someone does not claim, in the middle of the affairs of our life, that it is a grand event that there is a moon. But poetry, though it is supposed to have its own internal logic, is supposed to bypass purely objective meanings somehow, and speak to something else in us. We can write a poem about the moon. If we want to try and not be obvious or sentimental, or at least not obviously sentimental, we can at least avoid mentioning the moon itself- These billion people Scheming dreaming Under the circular light At night Walked on you they did Or took samples too Still your mystery we love Still your grandness Makes awe But, in this strange essay, I think the best thing to do would be to create a poem to try and capture the old man and his perpetual motion machine- Spinning slowly metal and bottles On the big wheel, and its creator In old and true corduroy coat The world needs to dream a dream Even far in fields, Even where there are already Amounts of grace Valor and Adventure One time I was in a village and there was an earthquake, and as the land trembled the people became terrified and started to enter a chaotic state. They ran to and fro and women were screaming. Then there were fires, and the fires quickly began to rage out of control. Day turned to night, and it became extremely windy. There was dust and sand and trees were uprooted. Some cows flew through the air and it even began to hail. There was going to be no chance for the village. It looked like the end. I stood up on a hut. It was difficult to get up there, but I did it. Then I began to give a speech, and the speech calmed some of the people. Then as I continued, it calmed them more. Soon others calmed down. The weather still continued, and the earth still moved. I had to do something else, but what? I began to dance. I felt that if I danced and danced and danced I could appease some angry God or gods and also assuage the fears of the village. At first I felt a bit funny, but I had to find that groove within, that self-confident place. I knew that if I believed in myself, that the others would believe. It was not a con or a put on; it was just the way of things. These were the intuitive promptings I got. This is what I knew, and I had to succeed. Twirling and twirling I sent myself up in the air at times, and landed on the dirt floor as I came crashing through the hut. I danced for seven hours and then I collapsed. When I awoke there were a few birds singing and I saw an orange sun, a perfect calm circle in the sky. The villagers were happy, smiling their smiles. I had succeeded. The weather had stopped and the village was saved. I was appointed the new king, though they did not use the word king. I was given the best food and residence, but what was more honorable, is that I was consulted about when was the best time to go on hunts, or how best to deal with farming problems. I was asked about the weather, and I performed marriage ceremonies and funereal rites. After a few years I became weary though, because there was no struggle. My people had prospered tremendously under my counsel. I announced that I had to leave. I went upwards, into the mountains, on a pilgrimage of sorts. I stayed in caves, I walked under waterfalls. I met many mountain people, and a few shamans. I climbed higher into the mountains, and then found a passageway into the actual middle of the mountain, that had been unknown before. Somehow, some of the people who lived up on the mountain found out what I had discovered. I became very highly esteemed by them, and ended up being their leader. I was afforded many of the same honors that I had been given when I lived in the old village. Many years I lived on the mountain, with those people. We spoke to gods of the sky, and communicated with sprites and devas. Those were times like no others. Soon I even left them and their mountain, and went down the other side, in order to roam the forests and valleys that were waiting there for me. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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