#Progressive
#progressiverock
#genrepainting
#imrad
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IMRAD)
(https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC442179/)
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The massive dilemma of a Fractal Universe
(Paperweight, pay per wait)!
Inspiration: https://www.questjournals.org/.../vol8-issue12/G08124066.pdf
The sun is scorchingly hot. I was resting under the tranquil shade of the tree.
Inactive and poised, yet truly sweating a lot!
My handkerchief was lying flat on the grass, by my side. Absentmindedly, I was trying to grab it to wipe out my sweaty face, and then, the handkerchief did make a sound, "Mew!"
How come! Why is the handkerchief mewing like that?
I gazed there, and realized soon, that the handkerchief is no longer a handkerchief!
Miraculously, the moment turned it into one fatty, happy, vibrantly red cat with whiskers!
And that cat was staring back, straight at me!
I pondered loudly, "What a pain! There was a handkerchief, sitting just a while before, and look now, there is a cat!"
The cat responded promptly, "How so! There was an egg, and the next minute or so, they discovered a quack, and a duck! These are all happening in abundance, these days!"
I was done with a quick thought, and said, "Henceforth, by which one, should I address you, here? You are not a cat, to be true!
To speak the truth, you are a mere handkerchief!"
The cat replied, "Perhaps, a cat, perhaps a handkerchief, or just a symbolic letter!"
I asked, "Why this one?"
The cat surmised, "Oh! Do you not even know about that there, then!" And then, it started to giggle in a stubbornly disturbing
manners! I was feeling like a dumb in a Frigidaire!
I was thinking about that and pondered. Maybe I should've understood that symbolic letter.
In a momentary puzzle, I was rushing to say, "Oh yes! I understood."
The cat responded happily, "Yes, it is quite easy to understand there, the symbolic letter will be the inertia, the cat will be the gear control and the handkerchief will be eventually, the decisive 'con clues on'!
Altogether, this will surely enhance your perception! How about that?"
I was listening to jibrish, even beyond ambiguity, but, I was too uncomfortable, too, to watch that giggling cat, once more.
Therefore, I kept my responsive sound effects in the de-facto-lane, along the line of the conversation. Then, the cat looked
up to have a gaze to the sky above.
I heard the cat, then. It was asking questions.
"If it feels too hot out here, you may plan a trip to Tibbet."
I replied, "It is always easy to say , but it takes time to plan on a whim. Is it not so?"
The cat said," Why so? What is it so difficult to think about it?"
I asked, "Do you know the way?"
The cat shrugged and simply smiled, "Yes, what is so big of a deal , about it?
Calcutta, Diamond Harbour, Ranaghat, Tibbet and that is it! The straight path takes about an hour and a half, and that is all about it."
I requested, "Then , perhaps you will be able to guide me, I think."
The cat simply dimmed out. Then it shrugged once more, "Nope! I will not be able to be a savior there! This will be a task
for my jolly good fellow, Mr. Thorny!"
I asked, "Who is Mr. Thorny? Where does he actually live?"
The cat replied, "Who, Mr. Thorny! He lives right there, beating around the bushy thorny and that is all about it."
I asked , "Where will I be able to meet him?"
The cat was vehement in negative body language, "No, there is nothing possible to be that way, then."
I asked, "How so?"
The cat asked me back,"How so? Suppose, you would plan a trip to Wichita Falls to meet him, then he will surely be around
Chippewa falls. And if you would plan for Chippewa falls, then you will be informed with an updated reason, that he is around Ruby falls these days, and then if you would decide to search there, then you would eventually find, that he is too busy observing a sting-ray inside the Shedd Aquarium,unfortunately.
And the story goes on... so and so."
I asked, "How do you plan to meet him, then?"
The cat responded, "Oh! It is a hassle indeed! Before everything, you have to be meticulous about the possibilities of his absences, and then you will need to be precise about the possibilities of his presences, and then you would definitely need to be accurate about his actual location. And then, it will be in need to trace the news as per the delivery pace, exactly where the track would find him or so.
And then-" I tried to intervene, "What about the calculation? What about it?"
The cat said, "Oh! That is a tedious one! Do you want to really find out?"
Then, for the first time, there was a long scratch with a stick and the cat said, "Think, it is Mr. Thorny, here." And then, he turned into a silent vibe, and decided to sit there, just without any further words.
Then, there was a long scratch, once more, "And here is the symbolic letter." And then, a few more moments did pass in inactivity.
"And think it is you, here." The cat said.
And then it decided again, about a bunch of a few stubborn silent moments.
Then, there was a long scratch, once more, "And, here is the symbolic letter." And
then, a few more moments did pass ,
in inactivity. And, it became a pattern, a scratch, in a regular frequency, and the voice continues, "Suppose, this
is Tibbet.", "Suppose, this is Mrs. Thorny, with a feast plan on the menu", "Suppose, this is the tree and all about the tree-."
I was listening there, patiently, and started to feel that I am going to lose my cool.I said finally, "Rubbish! What is going on here! It is not making sense, at all!"
The cat said. "Okay, then I will try in simpler terms. Close your eyes, and count please about the verses, I will bring you, here." I closed my eyes.
And the waiting simply began, there, and times passed by, and I am sitting here, with my eyes closed, thereby. All of a sudden, I was having a bizarre feeling, and after opening my eyes, I saw that cat, in a fiercing attempt to clear the fence of the garden, and simply giggling there, continuously!
What else to do, I sat on a stone, under the shade of the tree. And, after sitting, I heard a voice, husky and rich with an accent, "What is seven times two?"
I simply pondered, who that voice, exactly can be?
I was looking everywhere, around me, then I heard that ominous oracle again, "Hey!
Why are you not answering me? What is seven times two?"
I looked up, then, a crow was writing something with the pencil on the slate, and oftentimes she was staring at me too.
I said, "Seven times two is fourteen."
Right then, the crow started to shake its head, on the stance, "Nope! Nope! You have failed!"
I was feeling rage, inside. I said, "I am right and I am sure about that! Seven times one is seven, seven times two is fourteen, seven times three is twenty-one."
The crow did not answer right away, it thought for a while, with a naked pencil in
its mouth, with a deeper layer of thought.
And then the crow said, "Seven times two is fourteen and out of the fourteen, there will be four, and it will be the pencil remaining in hand."
I asked, "Even though you were confirming that seven times two will not be fourteen! Why now?"
The crow assured, "When you were in exposition, it was not quite the time then, capable there, yet, of a full blown fourteen. Then, to the exact numeric, it could be thirteen with the integer and fourteen in the decimal with three remaining in further minuscule. If I was not quick enough to flash with my fourteen, it could otherwise make it a possibility of fourteen with the integer.
and one in the decimal with nine remaining in the further minuscule."
I said, "I have never heard such a rusty theory in my entire life! If seven times two is fourteen, it will be fourteen, a constant throughout. The value one hour before will be the same
value after ten more passing days."
The crow was quite astonished, "Do you not have the value of time in your country?"
I asked, "How about the value of time?"
The crow replied, "Once you were to be destined to land here to stay, you could understand that in a precise way. For us, the value of time is a rare affordable truth, here!
There is no way to waste even a single moment. Look here, I was able to accrue some time, with a lot of toiling efforts and even going about pickpocketing symptoms, so far! Now, all of these are a definite waste, consumed to the half, just debating here and there, with you and your cause, only."
After talking this far, he started to count again. I was still sitting there, feeling quite awkward, there.
Right then, suddenly, something slid down from the hole inside the tree. Looking there, I realized an old man, about one and half yard long, with a long beard down to his feet, with a hookah, without any filter there. He had a stunning bald head! And the bald head had some chalk marks. of anonymity.
The old man arrived, and it seemed quite evident that he was in a hurry and after one or two tries with his hookah, he asked, "Ok then! What about the calculation?"
The crow saw on both sides and announced. "Almost!"
The old man said, "How strange! Nineteen days are gone already, and you are still not done with that?"
The crow asked with a seriousness while holding the pencil for a continued chewing need, "How many days did you say?"
The old man replied. "Nineteen."
Then and right there, the crow started hitchhiking with its voice raised,"
Done!Done!Done! Twenty."
The old man said, "Twenty-one."
The crow said, "Twenty-two."
The old man said, "Twenty-three."
As if an auction is going on, quite so!
In between of these, the crow turned to me and asked, "Why are you not in?"
I said, "Why should I, for no good reason?"
So far, the old man could not see me. After perceiving my presence, he simply started to complete his round about eight or ten times, and then turned toward me.
Then he held his hookah in front of his eyes as if it was a binocular only, to further give me a vivid look. Then he took out some colored glass to screen me thoroughly. Then he brought an old measuring cord, one that the tailors use often, and started shouting, "Twenty-six on the height, twenty-six on the sleeve, twenty-six on the caller ,twenty-six on the chest, twenty-six on the neck."
I became almost fiercing in my negativity, " It could never be so! How come the chest is twenty-six, and the neck is also twenty-six? Do I look like a pig?"
The old man replied, "If you do not believe, you may check yourself."
I saw, the measurement cord is completely worn out with illegible calls out there, only the twenty-six is a possibility. There, the old man is predestined with a twenty-six, everywhere.
Then the old man asked, "How about the age?"
I assured, "I do not know."
The old man started to press me with his two fingers and then, he said, "Two and a half seer."
I said, "How come! Potla weighs twenty-one seer, he is one and half years younger than me!"
Readily, the crow was prompt to intervene, "The calculation does it otherwise, for there, where you'll do."
The old man said, "Then take your note, the weight is two and a half seer, the age is thirty-seven."
I said, "Arghhh! My age is eight years and three months, and here it is thirty-seven!"
The old man pondered for a while and then asked, "Is it increasing or decreasing?"
I asked, "What about that?"
The old man asked. "All I am asking is about the age, is it going up or going down?"
I said, "How come the age is going down?"
The old man replied, "If that is not so, will it always go up, all the time? That will be all about the end, then! One day I will simply land on eighty after crossing sixty and then seventy. I will have to die out of old age, then, at last!"
I said, "It must be so! An eighty-year-old, is he not an old man?"
The old man said, "Quite an idiosyncratic perception! Why will it be eighty years!
After reaching forty years we let it come down. Then it does not go up, like forty-one, forty-two.Rather.it starts to fall down like thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven,
like this. I had this upswing and downfall so many times... now I am confirmed thirteen."
I heard and realized that I was trying vigorously not to burst out into a wild laughter!
Then the old man sat beside me and started to whisper,promptly,"I will start with a spectacular story! Just a minute, let me figure it out, first!"
Having said this far, then, the old man started to scratch his bald head with the hookah while submerged in a thought, with his eyes closed.
Then, he suddenly declared, "Oh, yes! I can remember! Now-listen!"
"Then-here , what happened is more likely this- the senior minister did gobble the princesses' spinning string. None was even aware of this! And there, the monster made another mess!
While sleeping, he simply fell down from the bed, and even then, he was shouting, only with this!
"Fi!Fie!Fo!Fum!I smell the blood of an Englishman!"
And promptly, all those drums, duffs,bugles and trumpets with all those kings' men and platoon started to raise a huge uproar!
Amongst all these roaring noises, the king suddenly exclaimed.
"How come! Why is the Pegasus without a tail here!"
After hearing him, all those men in his throne, along with all those doctors, lawyers, customers and members in the think tank started to worry too! It is such a true concern!
"Good gracious lord! What happened in the tail-ender story with the Pegasus!"
None knew the exact answer! The mob started to flee, altogether! Right away!"
Right then, the crow looked at me, to ask, "Did you receive the advertisement news?
And the handbill?"
I said, "No! I don't think so! What advertisement?"
Just after that the crow handed over a printed page from a bundle of papers, I scrolled down only to find that something was written on that page.
Sree-Sree-crowdy-crow-coco Namaste O!
The Darkest black Holder
41st Woody crowdy crow, THE CROW LANE
We are hands on expertise in computation of integral and differential, all kinds of private and wholesale calculations in a scientific method.
The price is one inch one cent. Children half price, that means that the cost shall be half for them. Your shoe size, color of skin, hearing capability in sound range, dead or alive, etcetera as well as obligatory information.
Once sent, we will follow along with our catalog. with the return envelope.
Beware!!! Beware!!! Beware!!!
We are crow by origin, henceforth, we caw!
These days, various clans of inferior caw-caw groups are camouflaging money.
Watch out there!
Do not feel cheated with their imposturous advertising on billboards and banners!
The crow asked, “How was it?”
I informed, “Not everything is clearly understood.”
The crow turned a bit serious, “Yes.Not everyone is equipped in understanding all these. Once, a merchant came, he was bald…”
Just after reaching this far, that old man turned furious in negativity, “If you mention bald head once more, I will bang your slate with this hookah , decisively !”
The crow fumbled a bit and then added, “Not a bald head, but actually a pliant head, that allows tapping try, and once tapped, responds in becoming so!”
This did not tame the old man down, he started whining while sitting there. Looking there, the crow asked, “Decided about looking at the calculation?”
The old man was a bit persuaded, “Are you done with it? Where is it?”
Then and there, the crow slammed the slate, on the bald head of the old man, and said, “Here you go!”
On that very spot, the old man started groaning, “Oh mom! O my aunt! O my dear maternal and paternal!” and started to cry with a peculiar acrobatic elasticity!
The crow pondered there, astonishingly, and there, “Hurt? Safety … across the tea! Sixty!”
The old man stopped right then and there, “Sixty one! Sixty two ! Sixty four—”
The crow said,”Sixty five.”
I guessed that it could be a high time with that auction call once again, and added in a rush, “What about the calculation, will you be willing?”
The old man said , “Oh yes! Please read through that calculation!”
I picked up the slate to find a miniature of handwritten script, quoting,
“We are hands on expertise in computation of integral and differential, all kinds of private and wholesale.
Once demolished, then petition about the lease, please! All witnessing inclusion synergies, we will rise again! Presenting in exposition for an exemption in garnishing! ”
I could not even finish there, the old man intervened, “What nonsense did you write here?”
The crow surmised, “This is an essential norm. Else will there be compatibility in law? To bring accountability gradually, you need to bring all these, to the very first.”