how thick the glass

how thick the glass

fiction
edward w pritchard

Query- How thick would the glass have to be in the Cloud to in addition to keeping  hackers and bad guys seeking profit out but also to keep information stored inside from forming consciousness, becoming self, and seeking to replicate, expand and control; without morality or compassion.

Best Answer- originally in the tower of babel before it fell, near the very top, at the final stairway up, access was strictly limited and in point of fact was never breached. Destruction of the paradigm eventually occurred through unforeseen and abnormal interventions.

Related and of interest- legend among the Laplander people of parts of ancient Russia tell  the original tradition of following the herds occurred in an attempt to keep the children and the society safe from all outside influences of ideas and interventions which were dangerous to the continuation of the community.

fanciful- as a child we lived high up, in the sky behind thick quartz glass windows, in floating castles, in luxury and safety, that parents looked out constantly at the approaching clouds for new ideas and revelations that would change and tarnish traditions. Sadly, we grew out of the security of the castle and became confused and unsure of what we knew and believed. 

Simeon stylites

Simeon stylites

fiction
edward w pritchard

I wrote a poem, I whistled a prayer,  gave away possessions,  chanted endless recantations

suffered calumny sloughing off detraction, loving and cherishing accusers, proclaiming loss of  name and reputation, foregoing justice and restitution humbly

practiced good deeds, walking the elderly, bowing to children, tending to babies

accepted probability, endured inevitability, rehearsed mortality

three times walking around the earth alone, sins absolved, lies of convenience receipted

Standing stooped on a pillar, bowing endlessly from the waist, exiled from human community

in dreams, standing on a pillar in Syria, waiting

Wake softly Syria

Wake softly Syria

fiction
edward w pritchard

Wake softly Syria,
the sun has risen bringing morning breezes to soothe your sorrows.

Look to the horizon Damascus ancient Mother city.
Streaks of gold light entice you, awake; stir again Mother Damascus arouse your children
to productive activity.

Up and about to the souk hearty Aleppo.
Send men to trade and build.
Daylight is upon us Halab, greet foreign traders in the marketplaces.

Whisper in Aramaic humble Ma'aloula, tell the nations what comes next.

Joy and create sleepy Ras Shamrah, out to Ugarit to remind the world who taught them to write.

Awake sleeping Syria, ancient land. Your friends far away bid you reclaim your destiny.

Wake softly Syria.

beyond man and woman

beyond man and woman

fiction
edward w pritchard

Beyond man and woman
beyond near and far
beyond for richer for poorer
beyond here or there
a comet streaking across space
with a long distant tail
visible over millions of miles
both coming and going
familiar but not near
two familiar parts of a vanished whole
his hand on her forehead
an instant checking for pulse
amigo
return again
maybe
in hundreds and two years

Brightness, ambient lightening and crazy Indian chief

Brightness, ambient lightening and crazy Indian chief

fiction
edward w pritchard


How many billions of times was unique bright Moon in exact position on west horizon over quiet Lake causing rippling commotion among jumping fish and fowl in streaks of brilliant reflection in  water full of bursting electricity from yesterdays storm produced luminous lightening strikes one hour previous to darkness? How many times would sequence happen before like fish and fowl silent dignified Moon endure dutiful ritual before awareness occurred to quiet Moon that it was influencing
cause and effect near moody lake spreading in ripples across partner planet?

How many times would crazy Indian chief turn back on flickering fire, wrap arms around knees drawn to chest watching and hearing splashing fish and fowl disturbing neutral Lake eyeball brilliant Moon, decamp anosognosia, slither to tee pee and toss and turn in disturbing flickering dreams until warm sun banished commotion?