The End

The end.

The end has many meanings but there is only one. The end is finite and infinite. Nothing ever ends, but everything has an end. The end is the beginning, with each beginning being the end. If the end is the beginning, then there is never a beginning or end. Therefore, if there is neither a beginning nor an end, then there can never be anything, because for there to be something, it must start. A start is a beginning, which doesn’t exist because it is also an end.

Therefore, it is impossible for you to read this. I never wrote this, but imagined writing it and imagined you reading it. I couldn’t have done that either, because I need to exist to be able to imagine or write. I never came into existence because that would have been a beginning, which never existed because it was an end, which also was a beginning…

Reality is a paradox unto itself.

Solar iPhone Charger

The Pelican Case came yesterday: model 1060. It's quite durable, as I was able to stand on it without issue. The MintyBoost is fixed in place and the solar panel is read to be set. All that remains, which should be here by Saturday, is the battery and the battery charger board. Preliminary mock-up tests show that all works as planned.

Red General Starfish

There really is beauty to be found in the oceans still... This is just an example of that - a Red General starfish. It's a neat echinoderm that particularly loves to feast on corals.

Solar iPhone Charger

MintyBoost has been assembled and the 6v 2w solar panel arrived today! Tested the panel under a metal halide and got 6.2v so that's a good sign! Battery and battery charger are supposed to be here by Friday and the case for all this is arriving tomorrow.

The MintyBoost is the small thing with a female USB port and the solar panel is the large rectangular thing...

Park

I was traveling today while trying to locate the effluent outfall from a local wastewater treatment facility. What I found, ironically enough, was a park. Yes. A park. Complete with a bench and fishing line disposal receptacle. At this location, there are two sources of wastewater; one, an enormous stormwater drain pipe which drains directly onto the surface of the Halifax and the other, the outfall from the nearby 6.0mgd (million gallon per day) WWTF. This line runs underground by about 5 feet and empties off a few hundred feet into the Halifax.

I was going to do a nice, informative post today, but since it has turned into an enormous multi-page rant. Possibly even a book.

The Humble and the Creator

A good friend of mine, a fellow blogger and writer alike, is very adept at the art of writing. She writes like she has done it for years on end, a decade or two even, yet she is but two decades of age. I, the Humble, am thoroughly impressed, and look to her work for inspiration. She, the Creator of this work, sees it in a manner contradictory to I. A number of writings have had the Creator to define her work as “stupid” or “suckish”. Anyone who reads it would wager otherwise; would argue its eloquence and splendor. It is this inexplicable opposition that I question. The Creator consistently debases the caliber of her work as the Humble maintains its grandeur. The Creator then declares my work to be of greater caliber than her work, and I, now the Creator, consistently debase the caliber of my own work as she, now the Humble, maintains its grandeur. Why? We are brought back to square one. External endorsement plus internal insult equals zero benefit. Both the Creator and the Humble are left dissatisfied, knowing as their compliments fell upon deaf ears. Now, suppose this Creator is humble…

The Humble Creator adulated by the Humble Being has created an equality expressed through inequality.