Valentines Poem


Her beating wing and fluttering heart

Are the delicate twist of godly art

Our blood and beauty’s rhythmic fusion

Left me transfused with lost illusion

Eclipse the grey my solace brings

Question light on opened wings

Bless me with your two replies

Kaleidoscopic heaven of the eyes

Licit orchestrator of my sweetest felt compulsion

Heaven’s music played upon twin palette fuelled propulsion

You dance among my dream filled days and spur my sleepless nights

Your vibrant dark twists amidst the singing rainbow lights

Elations elevation borne alight with coloured kites

Punctuate the tapestry of gathered blues and whites

Sweet nectar still collected, little trinity still shown

and pollen dust about your feet to show how far you’ve flown

Nomad of the sunlight, steady streams into my church

Holds my faith within and brings an ending to my search

Forever strewn the shadowed dust, and thoughts of any other

By wings of stained glass windows and cascades of loving colour


Nostalgia and Forgiveness: Weekly Thoughts

After two recent posts which fall into the category of official work, it’s back to my thoughts for the week.

My previous weekly thoughts post included a picture of a man with a bow and arrow, and so I apologise if we’re getting heavy on the archery pictures. If it helps, you can simply view this week’s picture as a man walking down the street who is struck with that sudden fear we’ve all had before…”did I leave the cooker on?” Or, as one of those times when your mate ‘Chainmail Dave’ is trying to build a fire and confidently declares that the fire needs more wood, sending you off to fetch some. You only get as far as picking up the first stick before you are informed by the wall of heat hitting your back that Dave has in fact reconsidered, and decided petrol would be better. (We’ve all been there).

But anyway, I’m digressing already.

The real point of using this photo is that this film was a great favourite of mine when I was around 8 years old, and in some small way, changed how I view the world. The Bryan Adams song which accompanied the film was also the first song I ever bought, back when cassette tapes were around.

The film gave me a major moment of realisation when it came to people and life. One quote from Azeem in the film goes as follows: “There are no perfect men in the world; only perfect intentions.” It’s been apparent to me ever since that people never seem to judge the actions of others based on their intentions, but only on outcomes. If you genuinely believe a person to have a good heart and good intentions, but they make a mistake that disappoints you; how can you ever stay angry with them? Surely we must accept that flaws and weakness can be found within all of us, and must try to forgive those who make mistakes that hurt us, provided we feel that their heart was in the right place.

So much resentment and negative emotion in the world arises from people who can’t find it within themselves to be patient and forgiving. Often when we don’t forgive human error, we upset the person who tried their best but made a mistake. The knock-on effect can be that they can then have less faith in themselves, and they either stop trying to do their best, or make more mistakes because they feel pressured. Obviously there is a limit to patience if someone keeps endlessly making the same mistake, but in general, we really need to give people chances to redeem themselves.

This brings another quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson to mind: “Trust men and they will be true to you; treat them greatly and they will show themselves great.” The second part of that quote is important. When you see true goodness within a person, you must keep faith in that even when they make mistakes, and nurture their strengths. In doing so, you will help bring out the best in that person. When the first green shoots of a plant have not yet broken through the surface of the soil, you gain nothing by reaching into the soil and trying to pull the plant into the light; You have to gently encourage it with more sunlight and the right amount of nourishment.

At the end of Robin Hood Prince of Thieves, the witch charges at Robin Hood with a spear in an attempt to kill him, and Azeem throws his sword at her, with deadly accuracy, saving Robin’s life. (As the film is from 1991 I’m not feeling it’s necessary to put a spoiler alert in here.) If Azeem had actually been a horrible shot and hit Robin with the sword by accident, his response should really be: “Hey Azeem, it’s ok. I know you probably don’t throw a sword in most battle situations so it’s probably a skill you’re not very familiar with. You just saw the witch running at me, realised it was the only option you had and made the best of it. We’re still mates, don’t worry. I mean, with the happy ending to this film now turned into a strange plot twist in which I get my legs chopped off by a piss-poor attempt to throw a sword at someone; the film may not do so well at the box-office. But then, money isn’t everything.”

In reality, we rarely respond that way when things go wrong. But, the world would be a far better place if we all took a moment to step outside our own shoes and started judging people’s actions on their intentions, rather than getting bogged down in the number of limbs we have intact after their mistake.



The Problem With Maths

There are many real world applications for which the mathematical system devised by human beings fits perfectly. We use our system to measure all sorts of things but, in some cases, our mathematical system fails to reflect reality.

Let me explain. Imagine someone drawing back a bow to fire an arrow at a target 10 metres away. Our mathematical system states that there is a 5 metre point halfway between the arrow and the target which the arrow must reach before it can ever hit the target. When it gets there, there is another halfway point at 2.5 metres that it must reach before it can ever hit the target. If we then continue this logical process of applying our mathematical system, we find ourselves with a problem.

You can divide a number in half an infinite number of times, and according to our system, you will never reach zero. Consider this fact in the context of our archer, and what it means is, every time the arrow reaches a halfway point it will ALWAYS have another halfway point it then must reach before hitting the target. This is infinite. According to our mathematical system, the arrow will exist in a never-ending flight, through which it will spend eternity passing through ever tinier halfway points without ever reaching that 0 point which is reflective of it striking the target.

Of course, we know that if someone were to be furious about this anomaly and decided to shoot an arrow at a mathematician in protest – (please don’t) it would strike the target.

With this in mind, we can only conclude that mathematics is flawed, no longer fit for purpose and must be replaced with a new system immediately.

We Need to Talk About Ivy

This week, I’ve been keeping an eye on plants to see what they’re really up to. Someone has to.

What I have found is that for the most part, plants are a wonderful bunch. They live in tight knit communities, help purify the air and allow themselves to be a home for many other living things. They go to work each day and set about growing, reaching, flowering and making our world habitable. Hiding among them however, are problem plants.

Have you ever thought about how much effort and energy a tree puts into growing a strong trunk that can support branches full of leaves and hold them up high where the most sunlight is? Ivy has. It deviously watches all the hard work and effort going on, then decides it will simply hitch a ride and wind itself round someone elses trunk in order to get it’s leaves nearer the sunlight. Grow a trunk? “No, I’ll just let someone else do the hard work.” Can you imagine if the entire plant kingdom did that? Nothing would ever get done.

Ivy is self-centred, and lazy. Also, many species of Ivy are poisonous or inedible meaning that it makes a special point of ensuring that it doesn’t provide nourishment for the living things around it. Atrocious behaviour! If this damning evidence isnt enough to make you run outside, uproot an Ivy plant and ask it what the hell it’s playing at; consider this next point.

Most plants are deciduous, meaning that they drop their leaves in the autumn. The purpose of this is to shed leaves which provide less energy during winter due to limited sunlight, and in return, enrich the soil with decaying organic matter which provides nutrients for all plants to grow. Does Ivy shed it’s leaves? You guessed it! It refuses to do the sensible thing that helps out all other plants and instead simply thinks about itself.

Now, you might make excuses for Ivy and tell me that it simply fell in with a bad crowd and has some habits that it will grow out of. But, there’s a bigger problem at the root of this. Having kept a close eye on things lately, I conclude that Ivy is having a bad influence on other plants. Have you seen those trees with red leaves instead of green ones? Weird, right? I know exactly who the culprit is.

It seems certain to me that these trees have been leafing through the Ivy manifesto and picking up ideas. First let’s look at why most plants choose green leaves.

When absorbing light and turning it into energy, plants only absorb the most energy efficient parts of the spectrum. This means that the colour least efficient at providing energy (green) is reflected back, which is why plants appear as they do. With that being the case, plants clearly have a consensus that they will use this method, giving us a world full of lovely soothing green colours. But, out of nowhere a tree decides to turn peculiar and absorb green, and reflect back red.

Could it be that the high concentration of green light photons have enriched the area around these trees with green light and somehow made it more efficient to absorb green? Quite possiby. On some level you have to admire the ingenuity of a fresh idea, but where does it end? When all the trees start switching light absorption to different colours and absorbing green we end up with a world that looks like the inside of a boiled sweet shop!

I’ve been troubled by that particular rainbow apocalypse of the eyeballs for some days now, and without doubt I know the pesky individual stirring it all up…..

Perhaps next week I shall keep an eye on insects, but then they are diligent critters for the most part, and I have no real cause to be suspicious of them. Arachnids however, are a different story.


What Came First?

The chicken and the egg. It really comes to your views on creationism or Darwinism. For those who believe that god created the world and everything in it, the answer to this question is simple. The chicken came first because it was created.

For those who believe in evolution, we have to consider how species are classified. Essentially, we set parameters for requirements that must be met for a creature to fall into a category. All species have slight genetic mutations within the creatures that belong to a certain species, but once a certain number of them have appeared we have to reclassify the new branch of creature.

Early in their evolutionary journey, birds were in fact reptiles. This is hinted at by the scales that still cover their feet, and the way in which they produce young (within eggs). This means that in the process of evolution through genetic mutation, there has to have been a point where this former reptile crossed a point where human beings would now classify it as a new species – the chicken.

We must draw the line at some point in the evolutionary process, and the moment we do; this new creature which is the first ever chicken by our classifications, must arrive in an egg. Therefore, for Darwinists; the egg came before the chicken.