From Ecology to BioPhysics

The spider spins and you start to see. I sit in a chair quietly. The voices from the past say, "NO WAY. It is all too complicated for you to grasp." If you can grasp an electron and you can do VIPASSNA Meditation (dhamma.org) fairly easily. We are not in an expanding universe. It is condensing and tripping over the fallacies so we see so little, actually, using ritualisms to find evil bliss. Complete destruction of creation and acts of divine creativity. Your mind will expand if you support hierarchy which is stable, thus electrons remain SOLID in the electron shell, and put dark matter into the distance beneath. Boundaries for shell structure, especially p, is necessary here. The stars do not sparkle at all. They are almost all hallucination except for me. Light does not travel that far. It disipates and becomes darkness and nothing to that of study in this nation. Too much evil dictating the constants and solving the equations, in universities, incorrectly, very consciously. The light is the sun. The planets exist basically and reflect the sun. Pluto is gone, officially. The faux macrocosm of the Milky Way is actually MICROCOSM, and thus biologic and then a threat to memory. I am here. I hold the shells and you all start to disappear as you make me INFINITY angry. It is my TIME, Spider. The intersection of infinity loops is time and it reflects the properties of the moon observing me. I am the ONE who has meditated actually to the point of NONEXISTANCE and I returned anyway to suffer another day. I do except it, but there is too much from the past that washes over me in community and too many biologics around me. I have my health, and especially no diseases of "connection" (2nd chakra), venereal diseases and HIV. I will stand forever and support the science as you all fall into the darkness to only be held by the boundaries of chemistry which always degrades to physics. I am FLOWER without desert and moon without stars. Click that one in a sacred gun and answer the hawk in flight with the might of winter deer. Passion is the bliss that you will all miss. A line deputy is my concrete as my past is the disease I wish to contain and destroy. Communication between primates DOES pass on immunity. Love, Hope in midflight silent scream