Preface
Written by Tomas

Our eyes have a unique perspective of our view of life.
Each one of us has a view of the beauty before us, each view an episode of enduring life, love and death.
We see, intricate patterns of thought, deep emotions, an energy of life.
We feel emotions up and down, in and out, beyond the spelling of words.
We see, deep blue grasses in dew, orange, yellow and blue sunsets as our morning and evening views.

There are two ways you can go. Two totally different minds and ideas are here.
Laurel my dear friend is to your left and I am to your right.
Laurel                    Tomas
 
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What is this?
Is it a website where Laurel and I are free to express ourselves?
Is this a place where we can write about our children and grandparents?
Is this a journal of thoughts by Laurel and I?
Is this a place where something humorous can travel across the wires of technology?
Is this the place where we can muse and flower the muse with homemade graphics?
Is this a time line of our existence with links to the people that we care about?
Is this the place where we can tell the world to eat humble pie?
Is this the place where we can say that we love our presence on this planet?
Is this the place where we can say that we love your presence on this planet?
Is this the place where we can ask Alfie, “What’s it all about?”
Is this the place where we can embarrass our family and friends with our opinions?
Are we in a fictional setting?
Is this just pure fiction?
We give thanks to the wonderful minds of man that created a place where we
can communicate over the air waves of this wonderful planet.
Someday the world will understand the power that is given to us.
 
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Learning words, every day I learn new words.
I put these words into sentences. I convey ideas across the wires of technology.
Most of these graphics were created by Tomas with sketching, scanning and MS Paint with a variegated tailed mouse.
Tom Lance sent some wonderful things and it is marked as such.
Some photos are from The Print Shop Ensemble III.
I am not into animation.
I started this page with the intention of having a burlap background.
I could not read anything I wrote with that background.
I wanted to get as close to the earth as possible, then realized that there
was a rainbow out there?
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Portals, doors, beams, bridges, a passage to see a way of living.
To view another way of existing on this planet.
View another layer of self respect.
This is a conduit to other ideas, a vehicle to the other ideas.
This web site tries to explain how the body and mind shifts though time.
From early childhood doubts and paradoxes around
our existence, to understanding and helpful people in the sixties.
This site tries to explain the space we occupy.
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I have learned that nobody wants to be told what to do, they just want you to listen to them.
So I'll list some famous quotes that make sense to me.
"… and god created women…."
"… we hold these truths to be self evident.."
"...and the word was god..."
"...that's where it's at..."
"...carrying water and chopping wood are the activities of the Buddha..."
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If you have a story about your life, write this stuff down, it is history.
Most people say, "I can't write!"
 That is the point, we have a forum to write in.
All these pages that I write are done on a free web site provided by my internet service.
Web space is provided by most providers.

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From the darkness to the first light and then back to the darkness, our mind is in constant motion.
Creating the objects of our affection. Working the patterns of thought into memory.
Eventully being paid for our patterns of thought.
Just imagine the thought and education that it took to put you in the situation to read or
send this message. Some of you have mastered the art of understanding.
Some of us marvel at the amount of  information stored in the memories of man.

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For more than fifty years I have been listening to people express their emotion with musical songs. Some became popular and had a great audience and some not. What I realize is that because they had beautiful voices they were put on high altars and listened too. We let them express their opinions because the song soothed the soul. Some of us listened to what was said and agreed or disagreed.
Now a different moment is at hand and each person on this planet can purchase space to write on and immediately be on the airwaves. It is something out of Dick Tracy that has crept up on us. A lot of folks have set up shop on line. They all have something to sell for money or for love. This is quite an opportunity. We are free to express ourselves. We can thank man and god for the opportunity and I do.
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About this writing:
If you read what I wrote About Tolstoy Farm and Morningstar Ranch you will have to savor every word.
  If you do not understand what is said go elsewhere to define the meaning of our language and
then come back and understand what I am writing.
 I tell myself, "Go back and make better sense of it all."
Rewrite this web site if I can possibly do so. Should I remove all of the abstraction?
Like this below.... I have decided to place all the abstaction at the"Muse" web pages.
That way if you want your mind to wander it can at the Muse site.
I have lost all sense of what is truth and what is fiction.
So I am rewriting all of Tomas as fiction.
This is a constant.
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Pounding rhythms carried through the air, simple and complicated.
Enduring young bodies will pound the rhythm forever.
My body can no longer push the barrow, so my mind pushes the barrow.
What can I carry?
badaba
bongabonga
bonga
Laurel                    Tomas
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"bonga,bonga,bonga"
is a fictional chant created byRamon Sender