in the beginning

As a teen, I developed a deeper appreciation of God through the first scripture I studied. It was on my wall. It was the periodical table. I grew to know and thus love God, though I did not yet call this budding obsession with order a love of God, but that is precisely what I saw in every class I took and the world around me, all organized so perfectly, though none as ideally as the table of elements that hung on my wall. I mistook my love of order for love of science,  chemistry specifically, but I realized my zeal and passion for the beautiful organization around me was too strong for science, so I channeled it into music and organizing sounds. At this time, I saw the movie "Amadeus" where Mozart laughs about hiw with music you can organize multiple voices in way that is beautiful and more than just a noise. I realized that even the very spheres had been orchestrated by something, I called in providence, but knew (though some very revealing dreams too) that the thing that separated chaos from order was God or "the word". Ironically,  I didn't care much for music with words, but it seemed to me that music was word in that it communicated on its own, then, I studied Richard Wagner who suggested that all the senses could be combined and thereby amplified through something he called Gesamkuntswerk..... which leads me to my current obsession Iceland. Ok, I skipped some very big and important steps that were aided by my astronomy class and my evolutionary biology class. Yeah, both classes had little to do with my music major, such was the case with several other 500 level English classes I took as well, like Shakespeare. But, If I was paying. I was going to learn what I choose, so what if after 5 years I did not have a Bachelors degree. I now have a dual major degree, though.  :) (smirk) most importantly, I developed enough intelligence to fulfill my 9th grade algebra teacher's wish that we all become extremely ignorant when we grow up....and I'm still growing!

sometimes it is just coincidence

Crud, as soon as I typed that I thought, but there is no such thing as coincidence, so back to the drawing board with it. What is IT?

I was listening to music from "Game of Thrones" realizing that I have not even seen a snipet of the show. I do not know what it is about or any of the characters, but I am obsessed with everything Icelandic. .so, naturally people assume that I am just a big GoT fan or something. But, when you say Game of Thrones, I think it must be a reference to The Wheel of Time, it seems like the queens and diplomats across-the-board of almost every nation play something like that, and so it has to do with popularity, like being on student council or something, so I do not "like" the music cause I don't want to be one of the minions that love the music, but I do like the music, so I ask myself what is the reason you like it, weighing it against why I do not like it, and it boils down to the thing Duncan Idaho said regarding mood to Paul when he didn't feel like fighting.and my thought ended up on the Stargate Atlantis episode where it is discovered that a suicide pact was serving a purpose, just not the purpose the youth in the episode believed.... sometimes thongs look like a cause and an effect when really they just happened at the same time or looked like one was the result of the other.

nothing to do with me, but...

I keep returning to the Icelandic and Greenlandic genetic matches, and I cannot solve this new riddle. In the haplogroup information, dna can be traced through migratory patterns, and if done, the "Viking" remains found in Greenland would follow the stories and I would see a migratory path from Norway, but I do not. Ok, so this morning I decided to instead look to see at that time which other remains are similar in genetic distance. I fully expected it to list Norway, unless the particular specimen was actually a skrawling, well, I was suprised to find it was listed as viking, ok, but what does it even mean? Scandinavian, or Norwegian or something? Oh well. The number 1 similar match was Gael. Strange, me too, but I am not classified as Gael on any website. And as far as I know, the Irish are not well known for their sea explorations (meaning I have to known history to explain this and it befuddles me).

So, is there a story unraveling in DNA (no pun) that history has forgotten?

Christmas

I learned an important lesson about Christmas this morning. Gifts seem more valuable when we need them. Diane Pratt had offered to take Mary to school in the morning and it seemed like an awesome gift, but Mary was not impressed, she likes to wade in the snow, but this morning was bitterly cold and I told her it was a shame we had not taken Diane's offer and just then, she sent a text message and offered again!. Mary seemed so much more appreciative and took her offer instantly. It reminded me of a lyric I liked that said, "you don't need Jesus till you're here." That is sort of how Christmas and gift giving is, we do not truly appreciate it all of the time, but, Christ is the ultimate gift it is because of him and his life that our whole existence on earth makes sense. And although the ability to repent and be resurrected will be the most important we tend to take it for granted because people too frequently proclaim how Jesus died for you and he loves you, etc. It is no surprise. But, imagine wanting a thing, but not being able to gain it without help. Then, the help becomes the most important thong at that moment, but I sadly just know that it will be given and have known e er single second of my life, and because of that I do not appreciate it as much.

windows

As we need windows to let in the light. Things look different when the windows are open... likewise, yesterday, I was cold and went to sit and enjoy the light and heat that entered through the windows. I cannot even explain how it felt just to bask in that light, it made an impression and that us how we can feel about the windows of heaven.

Regarding tithing, Davis Cropper ought to be credited education for the insight. His mother was shoveling snow and he asked how the show gets so Deep when snowflakes are so small.

some truths...

Some truths are better told and remembered through story. 

So be mindful of what HIStory tells you.

I already forgot

But, I will not let myself give up simply because my memory is crappy. I intend to write until I do, hoping it will jog my memory, or maybe something else will. It seemed important to me, and maybe I am not remembering because my tenacity is in question, sorta like the Job thing,".. if she momentarily forget she will abandon that notion." I will not.

I am not having any success in remembering what was such a streak of brilliance, but that has taught me such an undeniable truth. I am nothing. Yeah, not in a belittling myself sense or anything like depression. I simply cannot think brilliant thoughts at will. And one would think with the sheer number of brilliant thoughts I would recall ideas or truths from time to time thus making myself not merely a duct or vessel but a source of it's own, but nope. I got nothing without inspiration. It is so sad to admit, but often I have to review what I just typed to inspire myself.

There is this one thought, that I heard and instantly recognized as brilliant, but I have not yet thought about it or figured out why it is brilliant. The thought was heard like this, "If anyone tries to have an original thought, they won't."

Ans that is all I ought to say about that right now.

Crud, I left cookies in the oven, while I am taking a bath! Bad idea, should I end the bath or turn off the oven? I am cold, and the bath will fortify me for accomplishing cold things today, so I must go down and turn the oven off.