A Penny for my Thoughts

It is often said that a man has many amazing ideas. There are those who would take of them without giving due credit or payment for that thought, however.


Personally, I think that if someone thinks of something, they are duly entitled to one penny per copy of that idea that is sold. Direct deposit to bank account is quite easy to do. Even today, there are those who know exactly who thought of an idea that they have unjustly taken.

I think that companies who do this should follow an honor system; if they take an idea from someone else, that someone is entitled to at LEAST one penny per copy sold, as well as a copy of their own.

I support this idea because I personally don't mind not getting credit; after all, I lacked the resources to make it myself, but I wouldn't mind a penny for my thoughts and a copy of my own such that I may benefit from it without paying $100+ for my own idea.

Six Degrees of Genetic Mutation

"In our each and every deliberations, we must consider the impact on the next seven generations" - Iroquois Council Code of Laws

I believe this quote has a very valid point- Only recently are we figuring out that our consumptions affects the next few generations. But how far does it go?

I think it requires a total of 8 generations to see all of the effects; The reason for this is because as we progress through phases just as the Universe does.

These phases occur, using a negative beginning point;

Personal Harm- Consumption of substance has a negative average effect

Offspring Alteration- As you pass substance through contact to your young they will develop

Heritable Traits- As these are passed on to young, things now take another direction and

Allergic Reactions- As allergies occur and are overcome, these then develop into

Immunities- As Immunity accumulates for bad portions of the substance, we may run into

Safe Consumption- Now that we have gone through 6 steps in order, we then have gone through our "Six Degrees" of mutation.

So, the idea is that, if the human race were to smoke tobacco, we would over time see birth defects, inherited desires for the contents, allergies, but then eventually immunity to negative effects and safe or beneficial consumption. Welcome to the world of what I refer to as Epigenerational Medicine.

At Your Command

At Your Command

by: Rob

'Wandering ever the footsteps soft,

to walk any lighter would take aloft.

Concerning ever the emotions harsh,

careful to avoid muck-ridden marsh.

Pondering never the unfair situations,

but thought of such can bring elations.

Preparing to ride out each darkest day,

you can know what comes your way.

Wondering freely about all in view,

can show you exactly what is true.

I seek the gates of fine iron wrought.

I seek the barrier of conscious thought.

I look beyond beauty and splendor

to find the great gossamer vendor.

Merchant of the undesirable dreams.

Dealer in dark visions obscene.

To walk a path of taboo and torment

take a step closer to my next informant.

These wily winding wind-swept waves

crashing, thrashing, flung up on shore.

No hope or chance unless divinity saves,

left behind, forlorn, and begging for more.

To not in conscience give leniency to the weak,

to not in preference give alms for the poor.

Ever searching, world-weary eyes do seek,

the sight which would cripple, bring knee to floor.

Not in reverence or indefinable pain,

but endless awe of sights unseen,

to venture forth into depth of brain,

to grasp unearthly beauty of the serene.

Without restraint of fear, and faith devoid,

do I venture forth to the darker side,

onward towards that which others avoid,

I step forth with others, my spirit allied.

To darkest depths of demonic halls.

To deepest holes of hopeless despair.

Through frozen fields of hellish fury.

Through flowing bardo of tainted blood.

Across great chasms of black deceit.

Across endless seas of burning dreams.

I step forth, my mind clear.

I move ahead, my heart afire.

I venture outward, my soul pure.

Towards the one I love without fear.

Advancing along with passionate desire.

Approaching final strides to reach my cure.

Into the depths of ice,

and into the heart of fire,

abandoning every vice,

as my soul sings higher.

Show me the way to your place of rest,

I will come for you, at your call's behest.

Show me the way to your heart's abode,

I will come for you, no matter the road.

Show me the way to your emotional well,

I will come for you, braving every hell.

Show me the way to call out to your love,

I will come for you, through any mountain shove.

Ever I wait, for your solemn call.

When you do, it will echo the hall.

Like changing colors in northern fall,

Your cry for me would come forth from all.'