Quiet here..... occasional coyote yap on the mesa to the north.  Last night pups from several spring litters must have been out trying to learn to hunt and howl... sort of like an adolescent when his voice begins to crack.

Working on trying to find some correlation between lower end numbers and everything else... signs and hints I'm on the right track there are zilch at the moment.  Might be looking in the wrong places, looking at the right places but from the wrong perspective, or just overlooking entirely what's there in front of me.

The stakes seem high on this part of the puzzle.  If my premise that this is a mechanical process is correct, there almost has to be something on the lower end that can be observed and understood....those 0-9 digits are the nucleus of the entire process.

Jack

 

 

 

Dragon Morning

Soft rain of star noise
Patters on the dawn
Tin roof
 
He listens
Half awake
Mind
Slowly redefining
Grasping
This reality
From the mist
Of dreams
 
Of spear point
Thrusts
Of dragons slain
Of noble quests
 
And virtue
Never owned

 

From Poems of the New Old West

Copyright 2002, Jack  Purcell