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Conversion to Boric Acid
Dissolve borax in hot water.
Add a strong acid like hydrochloric acid or sulfuric acid.
Cool the mixture to precipitate and filter out pure boric acid crystals.
Dehydration to Boron Trioxide
Heat the isolated boric acid above 530°C.
The heat drives off water vapor, decomposing the acid into boron trioxide (
).
Grind the resulting boron trioxide into a fine powder.
Reduction to Elemental Boron
The final phase involves a chemical reduction where the oxygen is removed from the boron trioxide to isolate the elemental boron. In laboratory settings, a reducing agent like magnesium is often used because of its high reactivity.
This specific stage involves significant physical and chemical hazards:
High-Temperature Reactions: The reduction is highly exothermic (releasing intense heat) and is often described as a thermite-type reaction. These reactions can reach temperatures that cause standard containers to fail or shatter.
Chemical Byproducts: The process produces various byproducts, such as magnesium oxide and potentially hazardous gases, which require specialized chemical washing and filtration in a controlled environment to safely manage.
Impurity Risks: Extracting high-purity boron outside of industrial facilities is extremely difficult, often resulting in amorphous mixtures or magnesium-boron compounds rather than pure elemental crystals.
It is highly stable
non radioactive
isotope of boron
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"A collaberation of sorts
must we never give up what
we are greatest at
creating and recreating
successful templetes of
modern effeincy!"
Professor Egmious Swaggeler
at Delgrin University
in Dell City Tx.
Speaking of
mass commercialization of direct
energy conversion, decentralized
micro-generators
, and cheap water desalination
Valley of the kings
Romantic ideas
Word spread rapidly
Undiscovered tomb of a pharoah
World renown archeological teams
headed for Egypt
Amateurs, we stood in line for almost twenty-hours
before it was our
turn to take a look inside.
From the sunlight to the darkness, at first you go blind.
You hopefully catch yourself
As you find yourself falling over all of the stuff the servants
Felt the Pharoah would need in the afterlife
Toys, tools, everyday items, seeds, toiletries, decorative items
Vast amounts of lapis, and gold are glimpsed at corners where
generators are lighting lamps.
The air is stale, like a death march.
There is little light; but lots of angry shadows.
I lost my footing twice, tripping over an embossed box.
There were three sarcophagus,
In this unusual tomb.
A family disaster perhaps?
I could barely see in here.
I went back out,
and gulp-breathed
Gorgeous Egyptian air,
relieved I had not been grabbed
by a mummy.
It's being used here for emphasis
denaturing and altering
the structure of germy surfaces.
Anti bacterium was created from
the need to both
clean and eliminate funk
and bacteria.
Vegetative Forms of bacteria can be
cleaned with alcohols. But have no affect on either
spores and viruses.
Disinfecting to eliminate antimicrobial
were antibiotics are used to help
eliminate the infestations.
Ozone generators and Anti odor beads are
used to get the Funk away and eliminate odor
Good old funk eleimanation can included
but should not be exclusive of the the latters:
Vinegar and baking soda, are a wise combination
the effect is almost instant and the smell
can be enhanced by using citrus oils and oils
Kinetic verbs are actions that relate to a specific topic or genre.
these verbs are in relation to a certain topic description of
rendering remedy using the terminology of the genre described.
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Kinetic nouns are nouns that relate to a specific area of study: word usage
and description terminology.
to give a more inviting scent to any area..
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Solutionary treatments are when the noun and verbs are used to help create a solution to solve a scentarian problem. for example
Cyon Sr. didn't have enough knowledge of science and didn't have enough money to have a solution created to deal with the orders and funks in his area of work.
He knew that crisp pungent odors from citrises like grapefruits, lemons and oranges could be extracted from the skins of the fruits and stored in extracted vegetable oil.
He save fruit zest for more many, many years and stored them in oils.
When he saved his money he wanted to create a product that would use these oils to eliminate odor and funk. He used these terms might the chemist would have an easier time creating a formula and soap to be used in Funk and oder removal!
A formula is an equation
where a function is predefined.
Isolation of Citrus Oils
optimization (the Extraction of oils from the zests)
Written by Professor Lydain Pinene
September has just began
And I am composing a new song
I just cannot get the rhythm out of my head
The music is sweet and the message is deep
the autumn wind is blowing everywhere
and the agony has disappeared, everything
happen so soon and something magnificent
will happen at noon
the sun will appear in the middle of the sky
and the asteroid from the east will die
Autumn is here but there is nothing to fear
The leaves are already ripening and
Falling from the tree it is a sign that
Plants are pulling the energy from the sun
and you have to get your seed in the
ground because autumn will soon be done
twenty more days before the real autumn begins
Then all the leaves will be gone with the wind
The Universe will take over and this matter will be over
Pull the curtain open and remove the dust from the edge
and see what’s lurking across the distance
Observe how the leaves ripe and watched the people
going up and down on the street with their bike
They are enjoying the early autumn breeze
while others are picnicking under the trees
I took a stroll up the mountain to breath
Fresh air and watch the leaves on the trees
Leaves of assorted colors make my heart whisper
I lie down and roll in them and watch nature
Burst through the gates of heaven
Autumn is already here so get your winter gear
Stock up all the winter supplies, generators,
battries and snow blower
and put your winter house in order
courage is working from the side
and I will make you my autumn bride
Everything is happening so soon
Autumn will descend from the moon
And greet you with a kiss
And cover you with autumn bliss
Autumn is is already here.
And you have nothing to fear.
There is suffering, we write checks.
There is much madness, we duck and dive,
walk in groups.
Preppers dream of solar powered generators.
Small guns are concealed upon large men.
Troubled times, the news is too much
for these short days.
The popular narrative is to worry
while we can.
On a cycle path I walk on tiptoes.
Last year a young lady was assaulted
on this trail -beaten to death,
It made the local news.
Nothing occurs today
but it could.
I am harassed by storm crows,
they are smoky shadows
pecking
at my ashtray mind.
The ashtray is a heavy glass one,
it could be used as a weapon.
The radio towers died at noon, the screens went blank and cold,
And static ceased to whisper of the empires bought and sold.
Down in the deep concrete redoubts, where millions gasped for air,
The ordinary citizens were stripped of their despair.
But in its place came something vast, a terrible, clean weight—
The absolute, unyielding hush that settled at the gate.
For thirty days no leader spoke, no siren pierced the dark,
The automated generators left a silent spark.
Men stared into their calloused hands, unable to recall
The frantic noise that used to drive their backs against the wall.
The silence was a physical thing, a pressure in the ear,
That forced the crowded bunker-rooms to face their oldest fear.
Yet by the third long, wordless week, the madness turned to rest,
As heartbeat matched to heartbeat in the quiet of the chest.
They learned to read the shifts of light, the breathing of the crowd,
And found a stranger, softer tongue where nothing was allowed.
Before the silver wood reached down to claim the planet's lease,
The bunker citizens survived the suffocating peace.
Hieronymus Bisch, a swamp-dwelling fish,
musician extraordinaire carved out his niche,
by gathering the garbage humans tossed away
cleaning and sawing, was determined to play
his compositions for the entire neighborhood
and I must tell you, he is very good.
Old horns and clangers, bells and whistles
his mammal friends gathered up many missiles,
hurling them into his swamp with glee and
knowing that soon, great music would be.
Root-i-toot pipes and cogwheels galore
old lanterns, clocks, even a door.
A train caboose from an old broken toy
an umbrella, diving helmet and a highboy;
parts from dilapidated old elevators
and crankshaft from a sunken freighter.
The snakes collected dried out vines
and a tree branch from a gnarly old pine.
Hieronymus scrubbed, polished and welded;
old gears and cranks were properly belted
with drive belts gathered by alligators,
from junkyards full of dead generators.
Pieces of old wiring he managed to splice
to light up those lamps, ever so nice.
Once his Mono-magnifical, Root-i-toot Cranker
was built and ever so very well anchored;
One flip of a switch such music did play
those swamp critters had one fantastic day;
laughing, dancing and singing with glee
they even were joined by a screaming banshee.
Oh what a delightful party they had,
that Magnifical Cranker didn’t play bad;
not one note of his composition was missed;
world fame is the destiny of Heironymus Bisch.
As he entered the room he pushed the oak door firmly against the wall trapping the shadows in a makeshift Tobelerone his hands frantic on the light switch
Even during the hottest summers he declined the comfort of the shade of towering trees.
Each room in his home had rows of light bulbs
Candles flickered in every corner
Neon tubes hummed in dazzling arrays
The constant thrum of individual generators for each living space.
At night thick slats of iron covered every window
opening only with the touch of sunlight yawn
Why do I whisper hello in my empty spaces he pondered his inner voice answering you know why
He shivered as a draught of unknown origins invited the candles to sway in unison
People betrayed me because of what I don't have
Now they have what I want but can't give it to me
Kindness is who you are not what you have, take note
Common sense is not common but discrimination is
Discernment is the guild of a wise man every dawn.
Think different from others staying unique amidst
Behaving in a reasonable way without condemnation
Taking good decisions reach intelligent conclusions
In a world of instant gratification and dishonesty
Strong moral principles refuse to change to fit in.
People laughs and bully the man with driven purpose
But comes around when it's beneficial and nourishing
Supports you when they see growth and bountifulness
Despise when you start creating boundaries not bonds
Unaware of the trauma's their ridicule did to the soul.
Police station closing by 10:00pm for security reasons
Traders, transporters are now the watchmen of the city
An engineer is now working as an accountant in the bank
Criminals are now the leaders and rulers in our country
Men of integrity are now slaves and prisoners of the law.
Apprentice portraying as master and masters now apprentice
The only fire station in the city was burned down by fire
Power holding company of Nigeria using Gasoline Generators
Brothers are now strangers to themselves because of money
Mediocre spirits had been great oppositions to great mind
Non believers are now preachers and leaders of religions
A pilot resigned due to the fear of heights, unbelievable
Show compassion, offer support, and refrain from judgment
Always an unspoken initiation every person is undergoing.
Ukraine is putting up a brave fight and is not giving in
A two finger salute to that murderer, Vladimar Putin
For eight months now they've held out in their cities
Dispite missiles, murder, rape and other atrocities.
Putin thought he had the most powerful and efficient army
If you believe that garbage you'd be bordering on barmy
They're inefficient, ill equipped, and cowardly in battle
When Ukraine advances they quickly retreat from trouble.
As winter approaches he's trying to demoralise the nation
By sending orders to his vile Orcs to bomb a power station
The west must send generators to help ease their plight
Along with more weapons to help, brave Ukrainians fight.
The grain shipments to poor nations is now under threat
That man is sub human and how much lower can he get?
Like the Roman empire and the Nazis big cracks will appear
Putins Russian empire will crumble and eventually disappear.
The Russian army has a long yellow streak down its back
It fires missiles indiscriminately when it's under attack
No thought for human life be it kids, women or old men
Sanctioned in that scum ridden place, they call the Kremlin.
Putins campaign for more troops is not going too well
No decent minded Russian wants to go into that hell
He's recruiting in prisons, along with the old and the lame
Putins cannon fodder and for Ukraine they're fair game.
We must not let Putin succeed, with his 'special operation'
He must think we're stupid; it's war against a peaceful nation
I have every faith in brave Ukraine and in the end they will win
There will be no Russian victory, and hopefully the end of Putin.
Victory to Ukraine.
Written on 1st November 2022.