Post by mfwilkie on Sept 20, 2008 11:31:14 GMT -5
Research Archives: Earth Date: July 16, 2003.
Absolute knowledge may or may not be possible, but with
human advances in deciphering the language of Multi-
dimensional Math, folks on earth are much closer to truths
lining their myths and impossibilities of belief than they
realize. Let's hope they don't discover the keys that would
settle the arguments raging between Superstring theorists
and the champions of loop quantum gravity any time soon.
We need time to refine the glitch I've encountered in flipping.
It’s too hot for hair here, and with no breeze to draw them
out of their homes, the good folks of Rumor, Wyoming are lying
low, waiting for a break in a stunner of a heat wave.
I'm not having that problem and you would be amused at the
shape I'm in. My mouth is open and I’m panting, taking in air
cooler than my normal body temperature. My legs and feet are
immersed in a rogue puddle, from a leaky faucet I found behind
number 9 Crescent Street. Strange to think of this small span of
water rapidly losing its life in spite of the shade as a saving grace.
I’m engaged in what they call species-specific instincts
their nature designed to keep my host alive until I can
flip back into our world. I’ll rest for the nanoseconds
it takes for the sparrow and I to separate. I hope his
acclamation goes well. Be with you as soon as I am able.
Love, Marcus. Nota Bene: Tell 'reba to free up some time
with his mind; it's going to take the two of us to figure
out how to sense life forms on the other side of the ripple.
End of transmission.
Absolute knowledge may or may not be possible, but with
human advances in deciphering the language of Multi-
dimensional Math, folks on earth are much closer to truths
lining their myths and impossibilities of belief than they
realize. Let's hope they don't discover the keys that would
settle the arguments raging between Superstring theorists
and the champions of loop quantum gravity any time soon.
We need time to refine the glitch I've encountered in flipping.
It’s too hot for hair here, and with no breeze to draw them
out of their homes, the good folks of Rumor, Wyoming are lying
low, waiting for a break in a stunner of a heat wave.
I'm not having that problem and you would be amused at the
shape I'm in. My mouth is open and I’m panting, taking in air
cooler than my normal body temperature. My legs and feet are
immersed in a rogue puddle, from a leaky faucet I found behind
number 9 Crescent Street. Strange to think of this small span of
water rapidly losing its life in spite of the shade as a saving grace.
I’m engaged in what they call species-specific instincts
their nature designed to keep my host alive until I can
flip back into our world. I’ll rest for the nanoseconds
it takes for the sparrow and I to separate. I hope his
acclamation goes well. Be with you as soon as I am able.
Love, Marcus. Nota Bene: Tell 'reba to free up some time
with his mind; it's going to take the two of us to figure
out how to sense life forms on the other side of the ripple.
End of transmission.
