Forever, My Sphere: Bonpa's Paintings from Autumn MMX

String theory after the nativity scene on this side of spring...

Tomas, John Goode, at Eriks for a Chilie Dog day...

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Taking a break from the knotty problem until my eyes grew red I popped open a bottle of South Australian wine (oddly enough I forgot the corkscrew but did not need one even though I found one later. Durn Dr. Oz and the said benefits of a glass a day- it was a little much, that small glass. So I put away my models and numbers and found enough light to attempt photos of Bonpa's art. In any case I may take a break from the physics pesla blogspot and concentrate on music and poetry awhile- and maybe how to get my life together more independently. The world of physics seems to get along just fine without my pointless efforts in the face of a lifelong indifference of society. I think I will mull over some ideas for awhile and finally look up more things. If I do not get behind I hope the others will catch up some. All this has been rather abstract. On the other hand something I feel significant may come up worthy of posting even in the simple raw form- after all I do have a knack for picking number one songs and some people coming back to admit I was right about them. There is a little less room for that sense of mystery as a drive and a feeling that there is something in the theories we are still missing- but as far as I know my mind at this late date does seem to accelerate at the speed of light on some frontier. Or am I just another Leonardo wasting his life with little reward other than reinventing the wheel and arguing with the universities and veterans administration- my version of his city hall. But in a hundred years what would any of all of this matter? Is my sense of the worth of this art an error? Or might it ring a bell in my own visions- perhaps all of our visions if we are honest. But I cannot worship Bacchus like Nietzsche although He is tempting because of his great and profound Laughter.