I am sitting here and I don’t want to move as I have a lap top on my lap which is charging nicely.
I need the ” Thought Breakfast“.
It’s a really helpful use of telekenisis, not too energy draining and you can prepare some items before and even do the shopping the previous day to ensure that you have all the ingredients.
Then you just “think.”
” What will I have for breakfast?”
The things that you think of , just fly in from the kitchen.
In my case firstly a cup of tea in my favourite mug of the time( it changes), then a bowl of full fat greek yoghurt with honey and a few pieces of bashed pecans.
That would suffice.
My Crazy Business idea is a dream. Though if telekenisis does ever prove to work than it would have many subsidiary businesses launched from it.
“The Thought Lunch”
“The Thought Dinner”
“The Thought Snack”
NB I have to say that telekenisis is not freely available as the process could get into the wrong hands and used inappropriately and not purely for the selfish benefit of launching food from the kitchen to the lazy person sitting on the sofa. Mums the Word, Don’t Mention it to Donald.
Oh my, how we use words inappropriately , some Accountancy Firms actually have “Mission Statements”.
Still there is only one appropriate use of “Mission” and that is to explore Space, The Final Frontier and whom better to explore it with than Captain Kirk and Spock, Scottie and Dr Mc Coy in the Starship Enterprise, oh and with a little bit of HG Wells thrown in.
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
Again, coincidence has come like a bolt out of the blue. On my WordPress site I wrote a story called “Until The End” which someone read yesterday and it turned up on my stats. It made me reread it and I’m so glad I did.
The story sums up to me the precariousness of life and truthfully the horror of snuffing out the beauty of life as we know it.
Yet we live with this possibility of this every day, let us not fool ourselves, somewhere in the World as we know it today , it is happening .
A long happy life is a blessing, but who knows? That is not to say we should live in fear or indeed be self-satisfied that the status quo is being maintained in our pseudo Mar-A-Lago fake world.
“Life” that spark , savor it , it is a blessing and we don’t want to miss a moment , however long it lasts.
What is that magical feeling when you hear a piece of music, no matter how many times, and it makes you want to move your feet , limbs , head and whatever body part that moves you in a time to the music. “That” feeling. Well I would incorporate “that” feeling into all my movements. That is what I would do differently, if I could. Which I can’t , but I suppose I could try.
If you had a freeway billboard , what would it say?
On my own personal freeway billboard, it would say Peace and each month I would get a different artist to design it , just with the word Peace on it and with whatever image they felt appropriate. My billboard would glow at night with LED lights in it that would still show the word “Peace”at night.
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past. Why?
What a coincidence that this AI generated prompt popped up this morning, as yesterday evening I spent a most enjoyable few hours listening to the Time Machine by HG Wells. I’ve got to admit I am not a fan of futuristic fantasy and I have had the book free from Audible for some time. I finally got around to listening to it.
At first, I thought , oh no this is going to be like some “boys own” fantasy, how wrong I was. This story describes how humanity will fail and how the World as we know it will change to perhaps an unhospitable land where creatures we simply do not understand will become extinct just like us and eventually the heat of the sun will be all the Earth knows, the moon having long disappeared.
I suppose the “Time Traveller” himself is a bit “boys own ” but in the book his self-analysis and his belief that he will use violence when necessary means he is very much a man of his time. Also his tenderness and frustration is surprisingly humane and shocking.
I was with the ” Time Traveller” on his journey , backward and forward in time and that which wasn’t described, since it was not part of HG Well’s story was left to my imagination. So I suppose for those few hours , I was backwards and forwards and all over the place.
A Gift-a thing given willingly to someone without payment.
Not many instances of that in our harsh,cynical profit driven economy. I, though, have had a few, a few someone’s and their gifts of understanding and acceptance are what makes life worth the effort and worth living.
Attendance is compulsory and there is no truanting , there are many hard lessons to learn and also some inspirational experiences ( savour them).
What you put in is what you get out and no teacher or head teacher can truly help you , though they can give you clues and advice, you at the end of the day can only help yourself.