Jan, whatever you are going to post next you made it up.
Now, here is truth
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My office is in the boiler room, and here, in this semisecret chamber from which I post, are many fine treasures: The one and only jewel-encrusted edition of the ‘Great Omar’ (Rubaiyat) that I fished up from the Titanic lying on the floor of the North Atlantic.
Here, as well, Aristotle’s ‘lost’ book, ‘Beyond Metaphysics’. and, too, I have some nuggets of gold found in the original Garden of Eden that I located in the heart of the Amazon Jungle, wherein lie massive fields of Lady’s Slippers and all of the flowers of paradise. I reached up—and put the apple back on the tree.
And the Celtic Chronicles, I have, as well, that I found in an iron box beneath Glastonbury Abbey, telling all of the tales from the Dark Ages, and, from the tomb of the Holy Sepulcher—the grail itself.
Here, as well, a sliver of the true cross, a small vial containing a drop of the Virgin Mary’s milk, a pebble, from a moon rock, given to me by a polymath who works for the President, a smart thinking and talking cricket named ‘Crick’, the tip of the spear that pierced the side of the Saviour, a few molecules of immortal air from a sealed pyramid chamber in Egypt, some secret papers retrieved from the shaft of the bottomless CIA trash pit of “things that never happened”, a thriving rose bush, just outside the window, that was begun from Omar Khayyàm’s 11th century garden, ‘Flamberge’—Prince Valiant’s ‘Singing sword’ (Twin to ‘Excalibur’), Thomas Jefferson’s briefcase, an original and intact Ming dynasty vase, the third [missing] tablet of the 15 Commandments, and the solution to gravity, as it is a means and a reason for quantum collapse from superposition, as well as a tennis ball with my initials marked on it in a yin-yang style.
Yet, all of these treasures pale in comparison to reality’s truth unveiled, but no one cares about that.
I also have the ‘treasure’ of a preliminary but solid indication of the Higgs particle’s existence, which Lisa Randall was nice enough to give me from the LHC’s latest analysis.
I am now holding part of a brick that came from Nero’s very recently discovered revolving banquet hall that kept pace with the turn of the Earth. I am about to ponder the existence of this brick, but that would probably be too disruptive to my life, so I’m going out to date some old fossil instead…
I’m back—and she is very young at heart and quite exciting, so we are trying to tone it down by smoking some pot and pondering the brick. Just kidding. Actually, I’m thinking of the Library of Congress, for I heard that it has five hundred miles of stacks. It began anew, after burning by the British, when Thomas Jefferson donated his personal library. I found his personal diary in the lining of his brief case. It said the founding fathers wanted to retain a Deity to save the new nation from the religious superstitions associated with a Theity.
I hold in my hand a bone from early sapiens or of proto-man. He is not gone, though, but lives on in your heart and mine, as in him lived all those before in which the universe itself came to life. Amen.
(Just some fun? Nope, all true since I say so, but I have proof for some items.)
