The Story of a Witch

Fear may be irrational

She was considered to be a witch and was prosecuted for practicing witch-craft. In reality she probably knew about chemicals andtheir medicinal values. She used her knowledge to cure people. Her son Johannes Kepler worked out the basic laws governing planetary orbits and provided a strong support for the Sun-centric planetary system.

At times public perception and reality may be miles away. It takes a discerning mind to see the difference.

Meet and Greet: 6/1/18

Meet and Greet for today

Here is a link my post on the surprising way very different entities from microbes to elephants appear to obey the same mathematical law. The story does not stop there, even cities, companies and many other complex organisations appear to obey similar laws.

https://trialogueblog.wordpress.com/2018/04/08/from-bacteria-to-elephants/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream Big, Dream Often

 

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Bitch, You’re In Prison- Aurora Phoenix

To the uninitiated in Galib. This is what the poet may have alluded to when he talked about tears of blood, You silly smart literals like me. This is a reblog as the name suggests.

Blood Into Ink

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they said

bitch, you’re in prison

as if

this most salient of facts

jump-suited in sallowing orange

had, even for a moment

escaped my attention

in situation inescapable,

conferring status inhuman.

they snarled

bitch, you’re in prison

when I dared suggest,

with temerity

unbefitting caged station,

conversational decorum

contravening jailhouse crudity,

because after all

what do you expect here?

they scoffed

bitch, you’re in prison

when I longed

for scintillating discourse

or cerebral stimulation

in lieu of

drama-mongering gossip

and mind-numbing TV,

indicative that jello-brain

is indeed the goal.

they guffawed

bitch, you’re in prison

when I scribbled

angsted dreams

upon torn paper scraps

quilled with the clots

of my spurting soul,

mocking the futility

of artistic aspirations.

they assert

bitch, you’re in prison

social stratus

lower than dirt

on a slithering snake belly,

cessation of upward mobility

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