My Wife's Philosophies.

 

From the philosophies of my Enlightened Wife:  "When the Sheets are straight, All's right in the world."

This was proven true to me after re making and straightening the bed.  Upon crawling  back under the covers the body relaxed and an audible sigh of relief and comfort was heard from both sides of the bed. All was indeed right in the world.  

It occurs to me that during this time of year many troubles can be solved between a set of warm, comfy, straight sheets.  When the addition of a warm comforter and a favorite blanket is also applied to the straight sheets then warmth and the inevitable sounds of breathing and the occasional contented snore will be heard.  These are both clues to the present state of wellness between the sheets making the world right.  These are my wife's ideas perfect sleep.  I am enjoying the experiment on the quality of sleep under these conditions, and so far she is quite right, "When the Sheets are straight All's right in the world."  

Under these conditions the mind is able to relax and REM sleep occurs allowing restful and healthful dreaming to happen.  Our minds relax and our bodies heal.  Perfect rest.  All's right in the world.  

So, as the philosopher awakens from a dream take my wife's advice and keep your sheets straight.  The benefits of a well rested night will follow you everywhere you are.  And your world too will be right.  

Peace and Balance,

John

Who Are The Aliens?

 

We human beings are curious creatures.  If we see things we don't understand we tend to wander over to take a gander at it and poke at it until it either bites us or whimpers and goes away.  Who's to say there aren't other curious critters wandering our multiverse just as willing to poke and prod us until we are the ones who bite or wander off whimpering.  

I remember reading about the events of July 1947 when there was an interesting something that crashed in the desert right outside Roswell NM.  Just like the curious folk we are our, green clad citizens hurried out to the crash site in jeeps and helicopters to poke at it.  What we found was fantastic.  

There was indeed a crashed thing and some wandering around little lost fellows.  The fellow clad in green picked the lost little fellows up and hurried them off to Roswell Airfield then to the future Wright Patterson Air Force Base, which is now the Headquarters of the US Space Command, to poke, prod, question, and further irritated the little lost fellows.  Now think about this for a moment, these little guys came here from somewhere out there in a ship that we had not the tools or understanding to fathom.  Should we be prodding these fellows?  That may have been a large mistake.

When we are children in the summer time we often do foolish things.  Things like taking a magnifying glass and burning ants and other innocent insects that are presumably minding their own business.  We, ourselves may be as far removed from the lost little fellows as we are from the ants we burned in childhood, but in the other direction.  Is it a good idea to poke and prod these guys?  Maybe not.  I occasionally look up to make sure I'm not accidentally standing under a large magnifying lens.  That whole prospect bothers me just a bit.

In recent years much more information has been coming to light about many races of these not so lost little and not so little fellows.  Some of these guys are friends, some aren't.  Pay attention to the news, there rarely goes a day or two without hearing and seeing something more of these guys flying around our space.  Who's poking and prodding whom now?  Just ask the cows. 

Maybe we should reach out a hand and accept things as they are, and hope we aren't the ants.

Peace and Balance,

John

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