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Rollie Pollie from the Ancient Past…

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Similar to miniature armored tanks
from the prehistoric past,
you scurry along like ancient,
deep sea Silurian Period trilobites
(with shielding exteriors) 
to be envied by soft, fragile, vulnerable we.

 

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Much like M.C.Escher’s famous Curl-up Prints — these crustaceans probably inspired him — Rollie Pollies (or Pill Bugs) are capable of rolling up into protective balls, just like trilobites did many millions of years ago in the deep oceans.   This particular species looks to be more like a Sow Bug so is likely not able to fully roll up like an almost similar looking Pill Bug can.  Most Rollie Pollies live up to two years.  They are the only crustaceans that can spend their entire life on land.  They mostly eat dead vegetation.  They breathe by means of gills, which necessitates needing to be in a humid air environment (such as under logs).

 

Sow Bug from the Past… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

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Pristine Perception… (and Proto-Primate Jaw)

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[Note:  The pictured fossil is no April Fools joke.  If you’d like to get a good laugh for April Fools Day, once, years ago before i retired, when i worked as a teacher for the multiply handicapped –on April Fools Day —  i was putting a slice of pizza into the microwave at work.  It was from a sack lunch that my wife, Marla, packed for me.  It looked rather sad, for a pizza. I took it out of the aluminum foil wrap and put it on a paper plate and was putting it into the microwave; it looked stale or something!  At the last second, before putting it into the microwave, i turned it upside down.  It said “Mattel” on the bottom; it was plastic!  The fries in the lunch were plastic!  The broccoli was plastic!  The chocolate in the lunch was plastic!]

 

 


Pristine perception takes place when the mind is not tarnished by the methodologies and forms that were manmade and injected into one over time.  It is a timeless seeing that is spotless and fresh.  Things that were poured into you (over time) by others are all of the past; as such, they — for the most part — are old, residual, and secondhand.  A distorted mind does not see clearly; it is swayed by misinformation and tarnished contamination. 

One may ask, “How am I to clean my mind to enable it to see clearly?”  However, who is going to clean such a mind?   Is the “cleaner” going to be something that is somehow magically different from what needs cleaning?  Then there are those who say, “Well, I’ll meditate to make my mind still and empty.”  Is meditation a mere result, a product (via effort) of a mind that is (itself) full of distortion and fallacies?  Any such so-called meditation — fabricated by a distorted mind — will inevitably be an extension of that distortion, no matter how wonderful or relaxing it may feel.  Most human brains are so wrapped up in the deception of a supposedly dominating “center” or “me” —  a supposed “center” which intrinsically creates false separation and supposed control — that any action or inaction that is created generally extends the deception… and indifference and ignorance inevitably continues.   (The old, distorted instrument cannot be fundamentally changed by perpetually clinging — even subtly — to the old, distorted mental misusages.)

Any movement or effort of a distorted mind clinging to information of the past limits it to what was poured into it by (constrained) sequential events in time.  Distortion and psychological time exist together as one.  Once adulthood is reached, insight, love, and profound intelligence are not a matter of psychological time.  Physical and evolutionary time are another story.  

How do you look at life?  Is it seen through (or “with”) a screen of learned separation?  

 

 


The photograph is of a proto-primate jaw (with a premolar and two molars).  There is a good possibility that it is from what evolved into you and your family… or, at the very least, that it is your distant cousin.  (Take a good look at great, great grandmother!) 🙂  The photograph is of a post-Purgatorius species that evolved from Purgatorius following the Cretaceous mass extinction.  Mammals — after the mass extinction — began becoming larger, and this one is no exception.  It is from the Fort Union Formation of Montana and is 62 to 63 million-years-old.  The entire jaw is a little over 5 centimeters long (or 1.96 inches).  The teeth are jet black due to millions of years of permineralization, wherein local minerals are permeated into the teeth.  See the following for more information:   http://www.paleocene-mammals.de/primates.htm

 

Proto-primate jaw, post-Purgatorius Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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The Smile and the Frown that were swallowed by a Crocodile…

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An elemental Frown

wore a serendipitous gown

and danced with a Smile all around

 

They flowed through the night–

what a breathtaking sight–

if only there was enough light

 

Eventually,the Frown was kissed by the Smile

It was most definitely worthwhile

until both were swallowed by an enormous crocodile

 

The crocodile swam west

as his gastric juices began to digest

(and inside his stomach muscles)both were depressed

 

The crocodile choked

The two were ejected,soaked

Happily,as they ran away,they were very stoked

 

Though both were together,the Frown disappeared

and a Grin kissed a Smile next to his beard

(while the crocodile hunted,just as we feared)

 

As for the croc,well,he inherited Frown’s prior frustration

as he slowly died of starvation

Now,museum kept,he’s under sterling preservation

 

One mean, old Croc! Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

One mean, old Croc! Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Together Poem… or: Is One Really Separate from the Experience?

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The steps to the train they know their name

The sign by the bus creates a big fuss

The gate by the tree bent its left knee

The red light in town gave a huge frown

The bite off the peach spoke each to each

The cat on the floor petted more and more

The letter to the friend had plenty to spend

The tree by the brook gave a sweet kindly look

The snail by the well some flowers did sell

The fossil on the stone held its own cellphone

The fear by the door drowned by the shore

The bouncing ball was a joyful dog at a wall

The fog around the house chased a wild mouse

The slicing of bread would soon go to bed

The white toilet seat had just enough to eat

The smiles on the train did not ever complain

The look at the crow had photographs to show

The creak in the floor opened the front door

The corn in the field depressed brakes to yield

The flowers in the yard toiled very hard

The pen in the hand helped to make the man

The wisdom and the tree had to go and pee

Trilobite Fossil Cheirurus sp., middle Ordovician age (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Trilobite Fossil Cheirurus sp., middle Ordovician age (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Trilobite Fossil Cheirurus sp., middle Ordovician age (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Trilobite Fossil Cheirurus sp., middle Ordovician age (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

 

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Dogs Rock!

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Dogs are so joyful to frequently hug
Dogs are fun to roll around with on the living room rug
Dogs cherish you in their own little pack
Dogs = oodles of love to give back
Dogs just wish you to be compassionately there
Dogs (if your face is ugly) do not give a care
Dogs each can be just a wonderful friend
Dogs chase their tails to no attainable end

 

[The first photo is of our 14-year-old Shih Tzu, Gabbie.  She just turned 14; yesterday was her birthday!  The second photo is a 12 million-year-old fossil wolf from Eurasia.  Could it be a distant ancestor to the dogs who own us?  Possibly!  (Putting a perspective on time here, recent research reveals that the ancestors of humans and chimpanzees may have begun genetically diverging from one another 13 million years ago; 12 million years ago we were still in the trees, safe from the terrestrial, predatory wolves.) ]

Our dog Gabbie. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Our dog Gabbie. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

12 Million Year Old Fossil Wolf. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

12 Million Year Old Fossil Wolf. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Who’s zoomin’ who?…

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Beyond what is 

possible

one irrefutable mystery

existing

 

Beyond what was

there

one not so distant 

here

 

Beyond all that

fear

leaping beyond death

living

 

Beyond profound change

stagnating

one ordinary mind

imitating

 

[Note:  The photo is of a piece of fossil Baltic Amber containing a Pseudoscorpion (with 2 mm body) and a Gnat; the Pseudoscorpion is posed as if attacking the Gnat as prey.  This amber is around 50 million years old.  Pseudoscorpions (and Gnats) continue to exist worldwide, even in cold climates, like in the United States and Canada.  Are “mostpeople” — who tend to live ordinary (so-called) lives, who merely exist accepting (and copying) the commonplace values, routines, and perceptions — stagnating (almost as if they are imbedded in rock-like amber)?  You decide.]

Pseudoscorpion and Gnat in Baltic Amber. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Pseudoscorpion and Gnat in Baltic Amber. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Welcome Sweet Spring… (Multi-Photo… 3 photos)

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let’s Spring into action

be sure not to Fall

see Flowers where dirt was

as Life makes its sweet call

 

let’s evolve from what Fish were

turn Fins into Hands

plant seeds in terrestrial gardens

and walk upon Land

 

let’s breathe atmospheric air directly

and forget how to swim

let’s forget our past and Winter

and drink water at the gym

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[Note:  The first photo is of a flower in Spring.  The second photo is of a fossil plate of a couple of specimens of Osteolepis macrolepidotus  (from the Devonian Period, Old Sandwick Fish Beds, Quoyloo, Orkney, Scotland).  Osteolepis was one of the first air-breathing fish, with lobed (feet-like) fins; it had many other features in common with the early tetrapods (the first land-dwelling vertebrates).  Some people tend to feel ashamed — or go into denial — about having evolved from fish; I (among others), on the other hand, feel that being part of evolution is an immense privilege and see the profound beauty and amazing splendor of evolution!  The third photo is of a newspaper comic of “Frank and Ernest” by the brilliant Bob Thaves.]

 

Spring flower.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Spring flower. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Osteolepis macrolepidotus. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Osteolepis macrolepidotus. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Comic by Bob Thaves. Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Comic by Bob Thaves. Photo by Thomas Peace 2015