Icarus Flyby
and the
Rock from Mars

no need to be conCERNed

Icarus Flyby

In Greek mythology, King Minos asked the god Poseidon to send him a bull as a sign of favor. King Minos was then to sacrifice the bull to honor Poseidon; but  instead, decided to keep it 

To punish King Minos, the god Poseidon made Pasiphaë, the king’s wife, fall in love with the bull. 

Pasiphaë had the craftsman Daedalus fashion a hollow wooden cow, which she climbed into in order to mate with the bull. The Minotaur was the result. Pasiphaë nursed the Minotaur but he grew in size and became ferocious. The Minotaur had no natural source of nourishment and thus devoured humans for sustenance.  

Daedalus, Jesuit educated from birth,  then devised a maze so complex that no one could escape it and constructed the Labyrinth of Religious Beliefs that appeared to imprison the Minotaur, but in fact imprisoned his human nourishment. 

I was his apprentice. You know, did all the work.

Icarus Flyby – Wizard Second Class 

King Minos required that seven Athenian youths and seven maidens, drawn by lots, called the selective service, be sent into the Labyrinth to be devoured by the Minotaur. When my lot was drawn, Plan A was for King Theseus the founder of Athens to slay the Minotaur. The King had a dream but he was assassinated along with his brothers Robert and John.

Plan B was to get out of town.   By then all our heroes had been murdered, so in 1970 we got out of town.

Icarus and Daedalus attempt to escape from Crete by means of wings that Daedalus constructs from feathers and wax. Daedalus warns Icarus first of complacency and then of hubris, instructing him to fly neither too low nor too high, lest the sea’s dampness clogs his wings or the sun’s heat melts them.

 Icarus ignores Daedalus' instructions not to fly too close to the sun. The wax in Icarus’s wings melts. He tumbles out of the sky, falls into the sea, and drowns. Thus sparking the idiom, “don’t fly too close to the sun“. 

– Wikipedia 

Bullshit!
I followed his instructions exactly.   

Duh!
That’s what you do when you are apprenticed to a Wizard: you do exactly what you’re told to do. Notice who took off first? That’s the job! Fucking thing didn’t work, just more wizard bullshit. 

"Fly as high as you can, he said! 
You'll have a great time, he said! 
Icarus Bruce Willis Flyby

I woke up on the shore of a foreign land, didn’t speak the language, didn’t know where to get a pack of smokes, or where the best sushi was. Not that I had any money. 

All I had was a massive headache, like my head had been pressed through the eye of a needle, not a stitch on me and three butterflies fluttering out some sort of code, so I asked myself:  

Just like it says to do in the manual!  Hitchhiker's Guide, my bare fucking ass.  

There was a crack of thunder over my head and the butterflies vanished.  I looked up to see to my horror a raven turn into a fiery pebble! The pebble was heading straight towards me, expanding out of the evening sky getting larger and larger, second by second!  Now the size of the Chartres Cathedral, the pebble, came to an instant stop and then began to transform unfolding out of Mandelbrot space-time like origami into a gigantic stay puff marshmallow man wearing a sailor hat; who held out a scroll that read:  

Who's Asking? 

Luckily! 

No pants!  

But that was when I knew that I really was in trouble!  I had no idea.  Never had.

my system crashed to the sound of white laughter 

After a while, there was an automatic reboot.

In the Spring of 2012, I found myself in pre-op floating in the sea-of-placid that they give you before they turn you off for surgery. You are in a state where you know that you have feelings about what is about to happen, but .... you can't quite remember where they are. 

So I decided to practice the meditation of movement in the void, mentally drawing each node and vector of the Seed of Life as if with a stick, on the sand of the beach at the heart of the void, with no intention of getting anywhere at all.

I am here

During my first surgery, I was given a spinal block.  I was told that what the body does not feel, it does not remember. 

This time I was told that that procedure was not allowed as I was too highly anticoagulated   

I am on the third rock from the sun. A sun, traveling 300,000 km/second orbiting the galactic center of the Milky Way every 230 million years, or once a cosmic year. I am a mite on the back of a flea, on the back of a dog.  A dog chasing a car through a neighborhood of 10 thousand billion cars, biting at the front tire.

Your id is moving at incredible speeds with senses extended through technology to guide it on its way around this great circle. 

We are at a point on that circle that we as a species have never been to before.  Nothing is certain. 

The rock we are on has an abundance of materials and resources. More than enough to meet our requirements and as naked apes we have covered the rock adapting the environment to meet our needs. There are few if any places we have not stuck our noses into and we routinely self-terminate pursuing activities like jumping off mountain tops wearing batman suits.

Running around the galactic center can be quite exhilarating but evidence from 12,000 years ago not only clearly shows the risks of living near the ocean but also brings into focus all the evidence that repeatedly shows that the surface of a planet is in fact quite a dangerous place to live.

that's where I llive, 3 meters above the ocean.

right along side of the Cascadia subduction zone

The Rock from Mars

I'm gonna tell you something I found out
Whatever you think life is about
Whatever life may hold in store

Things will happen that you won't be ready for
For a Rocker - Jackson Brown


The meteorite, called ALH84001, was found in 1984 in Allan Hills ice field, Antarctica, by the annual expedition of the National Science Foundation’s Antarctic Meteorite Program. It was preserved for study in JSC’s Meteorite Processing Laboratory and its possible Martian origin was not recognized until 1993” – NASA

Imagine the time it took, the thousands of man-years that went into finding that rock in the middle of Antarctica and getting it back to a laboratory able to distinguish said rock from one from your very own garden. Consider the decades of research; the different streams of investigation; the professional journals; consider the debates, the tenure.

“A tremendous impact drove fragments from Mars into space”, he cried
as he drove his fist into the nose of his lesser.

“The orbit of the earth intersected a cloud of debris which fell to earth and buried themselves in the ice!” she screamed as she buried her knee in his manhood.

Later they mated!

Consider the odds that a naked ape would even look for a rock in an ocean of ice in the first place. Nevertheless, eons after falling to earth, the richest naked ape on the planet, Elon of Musk, finds said rock and starting from first principles; figures out where it came from and then vows to return it and swear out a complaint.

Do you think that that’s crazy?

In 1650 after studying ancient Egyptian and Hebrew texts the archbishop of Armagh in Northern Ireland, James Ussher, began counting all the “begats” in the Old Testament and calculated the date that god created the world; and everything on it.

The world, James James concluded was created 4004 years before the birth of Christ on October 23, around 4:30 pm. All that history and dinosaur bones came with the history department at Ikea. 

James James Said to his Mother,

"Mother," he said, said he;

"You must never go down to the end of the town, if

you don't go down with me."


The world was created, after an all-nighter, on a Thursday @ 4:44 in the morning, on my way home from the bar
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