42

We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves.
The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus.
This is not the algorithm. This is close.

This is 42.

We are sorry for the inconvenience.
--
Nikhil Kumar Verma
I Am.

Camera Kit

Camera
Nikon M90
Nikon Lens Series E 50 MM 1:1.8
No.2745453
Made in Japan
Zoom Lens
Vivitar 80 200
MM 1:4.0
Macro Focusing Zoom MC
No. 7703589
Phi 55
MM
Made in Japan
Flashlight
National PE205
No.9247964
Made in Japan

i have no clue why i was supposed to put this up and what follows.. until then...

#212

I believe that the voices of fear, both from without and within, can only be dispelled by trusting the voice that comes from the heart, Be still and listen to it. If it speaks of love and compassion for others, for the world itself, it just might be the voice of God -- or a reasonable facsimile. If, however, it snarls with fear of the unknown, fear of losing what you have or of not getting what you want, then it just might be the voice of Rupert Murdoch -- or a reasonable facsimile.

Chuck Lorre

#210

I believe that in order to walk through grief, fear, loneliness, despair, confusion and anger without recourse to drugs, alcohol, over-eating, over-sexing, or the endless mind-numbing distractions provided by Western culture, one must become a spiritual warrior. I further believe that the pay-off for enduring suffering, for soberly embracing the inevitable bouts of emotional pain that life brings, is wisdom and serenity in the face of calamity. But make no mistake here, the path of the warrior is treacherous and cannot be walked alone. To survive, he must have brothers and sisters-in-arms to carry him when he buckles. When we lived and died in small tribes, this principle of mutually supporting one another through the trials of life was deeply woven into the fabric of the group mind. With the advent of towns and cities we were forced to live with the daily dilemma of being desperately alone and yet desperately needing one another. Which is why we are, by design, always seeking new tribes. With that in mind, I humbly offer a simple guideline to evaluate the efficacy of any tribe you might encounter on your path to becoming a spiritual warrior: if they ask for your money or access to your crotch, run away. If they ask for your money, smile unceasingly, never blink, and guarantee to make you a demi-god, running away will not suffice. Change your mailing address and briefly reconsider drugs, alcohol, food, sex and TV.

Chuck Lorre

Mess Eating Disorder : Behavioural Pattern

what happens when you eat mess food everyday without fail for four continuous years in HELL

prayer

Our program, who art in
   Memory,
Hello World be thy name.
Thy operating system come,
 thy commands be done,
at the Printer as they are
   on the Screen.

                        Give us this day our daily
                            data,
                        and forgive us our I/O errors
                           as we forgive those
                        whose logic circuits are
                           faulty.
   

Lead us not into Frustration,
and deliver us from Power
   Surges.
For thyne is the Algorithm,
the Application,
and the Solution,
looping for ever and ever.

                        Return.
  

Question

How would you feel about life if Death was your older sister?

Death is before me today:
Like the recovery of a sick man,
Like going forth into a garden after sickness.

Death is before me today:
Like the odor of myrrh,
Like sitting under a sail in a good wind.

Death is before me today:
Like the course of a stream,
Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house.

Death is before me today:
Like the home that a man longs to see,
After years spent as a captive.

---A forgotten poet

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Listening to: Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Part I - V)

love

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

neil gaiman