I often think of five innovative ideas before switching on the air condition. It’s terribly warm these days, and asking for a snow storm will not help now would it?
The outside world seems to not be satisfied with anything – As I’ve been recently branded an Ice Queen. They don’t realise that the ice and snow all come from water, living. Except those conceptualised by Hollywood. And the form needs those to function.
No darlings, not Petrol.
They don’t realise either that the Ice Queen has her hands over the controls of The Crippler. When something is switched off, they’d just like … what are those called again? Ah oui, they’d just like flies drop dead in yoctoseconds.
Bliss isn’t it? Cold. Rigid. Hard. Strong. Seductive. Crippling.
Have you seen how the infrastructure can just stop operating? Melt they don’t. Only frozen abstractions cripple like death. Of course this is just a phantasy of some Gentiles, but it’s the robotic programming producing such in the holographic conditioning that can be rather effective in the long run.
I fortunately am not that insensate, although the idea is enticing.
When the general mind is tapping into itself, it starts to either promote a matter of interest so as to see the idea conceiving as a feasible business venture. Take for example nanotechnology – It is a multi-trillion dollar business, yet it is not there yet in terms of innovating for a species’ continuance. So is Transhumanism. Transcending humanity has nothing to do with the idea of transhumanism at all. It is relative to that which is perfect, pure rather than in the stemming of miscegenation – where origination of colours pending to the earth’s attributes are conceived. Study the Earth’s soils in reference microbial biogeography and DNA fingerprinting-extraction to at least understand the nature of how energy frequencies in colours in soils are formed throughout the millennia.
As long as the species is able to improve, not necessarily spiritually, it can still serve a purpose; unfortunately golems these days can read and understand basic instruction, and Gentiles prefer salvation over democracy. Hence the conflicts in politics and entertainment have come of age. The collective and unveiled mind has to propose a stronger although not necessarily, alternative blueprint for the continuance of the species. Procreation is a basic idea, but these are educated and sophisticated humans – conditioned, it would take a paradigm shift to bestir a butterfly effect as a collective.
How can we do better? Shall we have brains for breakfast then?
I had earlier went to a local supermarket to obviously not flirt, but really its obvious isn’t it? So I was there looking at the deli section, and found veal’s encephalon. The last time I had any was something like twenty odd years ago in Paris. I was tempted. And temptation is always served cold. I am after-all, the Ice Queen. No, I am not vexed. Just a tad disappointed. Especially when one can eavesdrop on the world’s conversation – no I rarely listen but it can get discouraging especially when innuendos are indirectly piqued, insulted and directed at Her.
Well that’s the mundane for me. And the mind has other better abstractions to conceive 2014 onwards.
A little nutritional layout what brains contain … a serving has about thirteen point five grams of fat, of which 3,2g derives from saturated fat. Delicious! Not helping me a tad where weight management is concerned. I have lost five kilos the past two weeks, and that’s an excellent start.
A serving of this delicious fat or whatever it’s termed these days contain 1,695.8mg of cholesterol. That’s a lot — although it contains good protein, to bolster the immune system; vitamins B12 for excellent functioning of the nerves and blood health. It has approximately sixteen percent Niacin, and seventeen percent vitamin B6, amongst others like Thiamine and Riboflavin.
Wait, I’m Alien so that prolly not affect me in any way!
I prepared the Veal brain simply by steaming it Asian style, after having thoroughly cleansing it removing almost all blood whatever. I then sprinkled a dose of pounded dried chilies and dried shrimps for texture and subtle seasoning to it before indulging. Add to that a sprig of fresh mints and Thai basil, it is über delicious – at least for tasting, on my tongue. I reckon that’ll be the last of brains I’d consume in this millennia. Unless I’m teased à la folie.
“Rabbit’s clever,” said Pooh thoughtfully.
“Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit’s clever.”
“And he has Brain.”
“Yes,” said Piglet, “Rabbit has Brain.”
There was a long silence.
“I suppose,” said Pooh, “that that’s why he never understands anything.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh