Physics 6

All vibrations are. The qualitative assignment of meaning is not mine.

Resonance, the accumulative consciouness that has affinity for itself. It is said, " game recognize game!"
Qi is a character that embodies what can't be spoken. As far as the character is concerned, it consists of a pot filled with grain and a top slightly open with vapors escaping. this suggests the notion of the microcosm of the unbroken whole. One of many words for energy, is Qi but it is not Qi. One of many words for Qi is energy, but it is not energy.
Life is part who sees it and part what goes unseen. I mentioned a poem earlier in the class, please take the "time" to read it!


Here is the poem as promised:
Sha Clack Clack
by Saul Williams

If I could find the spot where truth echoes
I would stand there and whisper memories of my children's future
I would let their future dwell in my past so that
I might live a brighter now.
Now is the essence of my domain and it contains all that was and will be
And I am as I was and will be because I am and always will be that nigga
I am that nigga
I am that nigga
I am that timeless nigga that swings on pendullums like vines through mines of boobytrapped minds that are enslaved by time
I am the life that supersedes life times I am
It was me with serpentine hair and an timeless stare that with immortal glare turned mortal fear into stone time capsules
they still exist as the walking dead, as I do
The original sulpherhead, symbol of life and matriarchy, severed head medussa I am
I am that nigga
I am that nigga!
I am that nigga!!
I am a negro!Yes negro! from necro meaning death
I overcame it so they named me after it.
And I be spitting at death from behind and
putting "kick me" signs on it's back
Because I am not the son of Sha-Clack-Clack
I am before that, I am before
I am before before
Before death is eternity after death is eternity there is no death there's only eternity
And I be riding on the wings of eternity like HYAH! HYAH! HYAH! Sha-Clack-Clack
But my flight doesn't go undisturbed
Because time makes dreams differ
and all of my time fears are turning my days into daymares
And i Live daymares reliving nightmares of what taunted my past
Sha-Clack-Clack, time is beatin my ass
And i be having dreams of chocolate covered watermelons filled with fried chicken like Pinatas
With little pickaninny sons and daughters standing up under them with big sticks of aluminium
foil hittin' em tryin to catch pieces of falling fried chicken wings
And Aunt Jemiama and Uncle Ben are in the corners with rifles pointed at the heads of the little children
"Don't shoot the Children", I shout " don't shoot the children
But they say its too late
They've already been infected by time
But that shit is before my time
I need more time
I need more time
But's its too late
They strating shooting at the children and killing them
one by one, two by two, three by three, four by four, five by five, six by six
but my spirit is growing seven by seven
faster than the speed of light
Cause light only pentrates the darkness that's already there
and I am already there
I here at the road which is the beginin of the the road beyond time, But
Where my niggaz at? ( oh shit!)

Oh shit, don't tell me my niggaz got lost in time
My niggaz are dying before their time
My niggaz are serving unjust time
My niggaz are dying because of ...time