You know I suddenly remembered the ash falling here in Kansas City, so much of it when I was kid it seems as though little tiny figurines were being made from it...hmm...or maybe it were collected around the site. Of course, there is always the possibility of Shasta to the south, or Ranier to the north...man if Ranier blew its top, whoops there goes Tacoma... :) Fortunately not much around Shasta, like Eureka or something...I tried to watch Dante's Peak the other day, but apparently my dvr gave me like 10 minutes or the credits ending or something. Cascades were pretty notorious back in the day, like when they blew really bad, they threw earth in a nuclear winter for like 10,000+ years or something...But at least you'd hope you'd have one of those, pull back the lawn chair, put on the sun shades, and enjoy the fireworks moments, or at least live it up while its good. Humorous tragedy no doubt. On the catastrophes point, it seems that it truly is amazing in a way that this planet is still around...in another way, no but amazing that it is. I think of the star's in galactic neighborhood, that could pop :), the volcanoes that could go really bad, the climate that go Topsy turvy, and then we are left with yeah, in such a beautiful short time span its all good now, no worries!!!!! :) Here all is dependent on either probability from one view which could be much more grim, relative to the God or alien thing that manages to keep the whole shebang going. Hmm, but then in short order time, it seems there is always a potential probability one is to logically deduce for anything including the possibility that everything manages to be just right for such and such length of time.
If it took so much as sending the flea off the shoulder that lands the freighter on the dry dock, or as it goes by nature of variability, we aren't so good really at either controlling or measuring circumstances in many other ways. Then again, I think its a bit of tired out subject matter, that I mention again.
I land in Violent Earth territory, or feel as though I am reminded of the less then pacific side of the universe here, or sadly, it seems feel as though I've returned to the subject matter of the storm. Its all relative, what seems violent here has little comparison elsewhere, and then if nothing is harmed in the process, the measure of violence isn't exactly by way of suffering, but merely by the degree of which states of things are changing?! Surely you or I couldn't live there or would want to really live there, but it has its place in nature...a hurricane wouldn't seem as bad, nor earthquake if few should suffer, nor the cyclone of a black hole, but then something happens elsewhere a world potentially goes out like a light bulb in the flash of an eye blink, and the memories of it go catapulting in all different directions one should imagine, if could manage to reconstruct what were left of it. No one could muster to send enough information, or the radio wave's promptly ended in deep space at the midstream transmission of another nth rebroadcast of something, and likely owing to these transmissions were encrypted so well enough coupled with low enough energy in the broadcast, who ever knew what the last show were really about?!
Its hard to imagine desire for re enactments, or at least if I thought this were the case, the show last for an episodic day or so, until the theme apparently changes, or seems to change, and the salvage crew were literally (if one were ever enough important) to be searched over...the missing planet was lost in the radar track and literally disappeared...actually as it turns out maybe there weren't a resultant supernova, but a magician managed to make the whole planet disappear in one bad ass magical act.
Pausing for a moment, I am really trying here.
