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Dear Honey,I begin today straight...A dream. A superficial dream. The need of bread. The realization of dream. Dream rich in attributes. A dream. I know you can fulfill it. If you in self believe. If you preserve self better. With love, not hate. With joy, not dependent on fate.A dream. A justly resemblance of dream. That you too are rate, if not rich. That you too are considered fair by the church, which never in you believed. The walls with blood. The flow of dirty urine. There is pain all around. Life is struggling for relief.There is commitment to dust. There exists no peak. To climb up high was always a human’s unmet need. What is pain? I know, I believe. To refrain. But there is no sound that can entertain me within. No outside sound anymore carries that rhythm.Pain swells up in highs. There is little left to me. What I dream is not by what I live. I live in reality, far from the beauty of dreams. A dream. Still, I suffice. But ask for more. If I could be liked and fulfille
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities Climb above your weakness points...
Dear Honey,Amen.To the storm that succeeds the human mind and wins to cause disaster. In time, harmony. Harmony is the chief noise. We still will fight. We still will fight. With our weaknesses, with world’s storms, we will face it.We are at rise. We do not know pain. No! It is known. It's no more the same as when we were children. Storms that create nothing but cause destruction, disruption of many. We will face it, for we aim to live despite it.It cannot weaken our skin. It can cause no wound within. Disease is a storm too. We face it each day anew. It carries us with it. We do not win, but we still fight it. We will fight the storm. Let it be on any route, on any door we have.It penetrates deep within. It sees you. It sees me. I do not care. Why do you care to be affected by illness too? Care for self, not disease. You can overcome it. You will overcome it.Storm is next door. Soon we will be within its reach. Each death shouts disease, but no one cares to cure from within the
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities I was a frog of my lab
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Science fiction: The believable impossibilities When money speaks to a science addict…
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Science fiction: The believable impossibilities When I selected my research topic as: Cure of death
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Science fiction: The believable impossibilities A long life and Electromagnetic field: A thought not dispute
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Science fiction: The believable impossibilities How my thoughts got entangled in a magnetic field?
Hurt by the wind, I ask for strength to the floor. I am witnessing death which I don't deserve. I know.Light in the magnetic field. I am still determining what the impact is. Light can be dispersed or concentrated to a point by a magnetic field. Sound, too, is impacted by the magnetic field. I would think so. There is not much sound in my room. Light seems to control the floor. It may be natural or due to the strong magnetic field in my lab. In the region where I stood, there was a substantial magnetic pull on my body. The frog hops a few millimetres less in my lab than he dies outside. What is interesting to me is that I have started eating less since the time I introduced this giant magnet here, but nonetheless, I feel more energetic.My brain works at an altogether different wavelength after this magnet is there in my lab space. Am I attributing everything around me to a magnetic pull? But then everything else has stayed the same in the past few days. I even felt that the storm th
Science fiction: The believable impossibilities Part 1: Me with a coffee and a peace called joy~
What if the world drives me insane? There has to be some level of insanity in you from starting for the world to drive you insane. I am revolutionising science here, but the world considers me disharmonious. There is a privilege for everything in the little you have. But as you grow in your wants, you begin to expect more. Expecting more is not the same here as deserving more. You might not even deserve little, but you adore more. You want to resemble a few rich not like many more. You must acknowledge defeat for progressing for you being limited. You don't throw stones on the other you disbelieve.I am researching imagination. Einstein said imagination was a superior target of intellect. He believed that. I do believe it too. My imagination keeps me spellbound in my dreams. I realise little has more and more has nothing that can repair me from within. Life's infinite goal begins with a single step but needs giant intellectual leaps. That's what my medicine for killing death away from
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