The Hedron Collider is Insanity

The Hedron Collider is Insanity
by Daniel J Towsey

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People are wandering into the espanse of infinity where insanity lurks.

I can not imagine the logic of spending ten billion dollars to explore the infinity of insanity.

They say that they want to collide matter to discover the begining of what they asume is the begining of time.

What a completely insane idea to think that there ever was a begining of time.

If that were true then it would mean that there was a time when there was nothing. That is complete insanity.

There are psychiatric insitutes full of like minded insane.

People who had no sense of moderation and limit.

People who never realized that we always have to impose moderation of reason to our explorations.

For if one goes out to far out of their minds they end up lost into the black hole of insanity, where one can never return from.

Psychiatrists long ago learned that they, you, or i can never help those that are lost into insanity.

It is completely imp[ossble for one that is insane to go into the mind of one that is lost into a black hole of insanity and to bring the insane back to sanity.

Are you familiar with the expression Don*t Go There.

There has always been only one reason for anyone to keep wandering into that abyss of insanity.

The reason is simple.

They can not and have never loved.

We are all simple human organic creatures.

Amongest living forms.

We have one thing that makes us unique.

We have conscience.

We are aware that we are here, alive and that we exist.

We then realize that our existance is very short and insignicant in relationship to matter.

There are so many empty souls walking this planet.

These empty souls are lost and are looking for something to grasp onto to keep themselves from wandering freely in the expanse of the black hole of total insanity.

They have never understood that life with love is not an unlimited expanse of never ending insanity.

They have lost sight of the simplicity of life itself.

They are not exploring the single most important simple fact of life itself.

And that is the simple fact of LOVE.

Without love our life is completely meaningless.

There is a real mental illness that has taken over our planet.

That is the limitless power of money.

People who control the money (International Banksters also known as The Money Masters) are completely insane as a result.

They explore no mortal limits of logic and reason.

They never ever ponder on the simplicities of life.

They can not see the beauty in simplicity.

They have the corrupt and insane reasoning of corporations.

Corporations that have been created by the creation of money out of thin air.

Are now controling everything on our planet.

They have completely altered all that is natural in evolution or life itself.

The sick minset of the corporate mind is always aflicted by the mental illnes trait of total insanity.

That is that they only consider *how can we do it and never whether we should do it*.

They have no conscience of reason.

They are, as I said. Completely Insane.

Now they are willing to risk opening a black hole of matter.

And if they do, and if there really is a black hole of matter.

Then we will never matter again and all will not matter as all matter will get sucked into their black hole of insanity where nothing matters any longer.

So have you already been sucked into the insane corporate black hole of insanty where reality and truth do not matter.

If you have then you do not matter.

So now you might understand why there are so many involved in this Head-on Collission, oh I mean sounds like, Hedron Collider.

The simplicity of Love for all living things is what matters.

Are you seeing the picture, that the insane corporate mind is on a course of destroying all that matters.

All insane share one trait.

They are all completely and totallly selfish and self absorbed and eventually become lost in their empty black hole of insanity.

For no one loves them, they love not themselves and can never love another. They only love money.

They can not see the light of truth for there is no light in that black hole of insanity.

They will not matter in THE END
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Please read my related article
Infinity

http://my.opera.com/danieltowsey/blog/2007/12/24/infinity

My Vision Quest

My Vision Quest
By Daniel J Towsey
The Visionary Folk Photographer
www.scribd.com/danieltowsey
My vision quest takes me to a time when nature was pure.
I will now take you back to a time before the white
British European man arrived in the New World and caused the Indian Wars.
I have a vision of a small happy and healthy Mi’kmaq village set on the panoramic shore
of the most pristine and beautiful Cowbay in what came to be known as Nova Scotia. Canada.
This once pristine place that was full of natural wildlife
has now been named Heritage Park.
There was a brave young Mi’kmaq.
He had reached man hood and needed to find is understanding of his human nature.
His elders told him what he had to do.
He was told no human words could give him the answer.
The wise elders told him that he had to go on his vision quest.
The brave Mi’kmaq had to find his natural balance.
As in the laws of nature.
Only the strongest survive to perpetuate the continuation of its species.
Not all braves come back from their vision quest.
He was very quiet and contemplative.
He loaded his pack with supplies, took his knife, Bow and Arrow.
began his long walk into the wild to seek his vision of understanding.
He walked and walked.
Never saying or hearing a human word.
He listened to the natural world.
His soul was lost to all that is natural and healthy.
He knew he needed to get in balance with nature.
He walked for endless miles through the forest of life.
He began to see and hear the wonder of the natural world.
He then began to get in balance with his natural self by
finding his place amongst the families of the natural world.
The crawling insects, singing birds, the fluttering butterflies,
the stealthy fox, the majestic moose, the gentle growling giant black bear,
the aquatic creatures of the bay.
He sat on the shore of the bay and watched the power of the lighting storms.
He sat on the shore of the bay and watched and contemplated the wonders of the magic hour.
He sat on the shore of the bay and watched the most beautiful show of nature a creature could ever see
as the northern lights orchestra conducted in the heavenly sky over the bay.
He hunted and ate, and was always thankful to the spirit of the creature that
gave its life so he could survive.
He always took that creatures soul and free spirit and made it part of his soul.
He was never selfish, he need not to be when he was part of the so perfect natural world.
He spent years and seasons on his vision quest.
Until one day he returned to his village a wise elder.
And his eyes saw a most unnatural sight.
A white man had arrived at his village.
And the rest is the history of the destruction of all that was natural and beautiful.
Now a young native brave can no longer go on vision quests.
For now his vision is so blurred with tears of sadness.
For the white mans unnatural spirit has grown so powerful from
the abundance of wildlife and wilderness he has so completely consumed.
The wise elder’s vision is so poor now.
His vision has become so permanently blurred with tears from watching
the young braves all perishing because the white mans greed has left
no natural nourishment for his braves.
The wise elder can now only try to share his visions with his offspring
through human words, for there can never be another vision quest.
The once natural balance of nature is only but a vision of a wise elder.
He now can only share tears with his offspring.
For he knows that his offspring will never again be able to go on a vision quest.
The elder knows that words could never give his offspring the
understanding that comes from a vision quest.
The wise elder sits on the bay and cries another tear as another brave dies
as his village get smaller and smaller.
Until one day all that remained was the elder sitting by himself on the bay.
Then one day the wise elder drowned and died in that bay filled from his tears.
Now we only have Heritage Park Left.
The Mi’kmaq and all the natural living breathing life is all but gone…
As I walk through Heritage Park taking pictures
and see some remnants of wildlife I can only see a bay of tears.
For I realize that something so natural and
vital has perished.
The natural family of nature is gone.
So as I photographically document my vision quest and
travel miles and seasons and years.
My vision blurs with tear drops for there are no longer
any braves to hear of my travels in nature.
As I sit here on the bench overlooking the panoramic view of Heritage Park.
I do not hear the screams of the
young native children running in the village pretending to be a braves.
All I hear is the far away constant noise of the wheels of progress
destroying the tranquility that nature once offered.
It pains me so when I publish online my most beautiful
images of the remnant of natural beauty that once was.
And discover that people care not to enjoy my vision quest.
For most people are so far from being natural
human beings that they can not see
nature at all.
Heritage Park Should be Named Mi’kmaq Heritage Park