new year is here

 Year 2020 turns into year 2021 . This new year makes its home in the Cosmic Codex. The year we are leaving behind has been UnLucky for me , so I might be swimming into the New Time hospitalized .

But I guess suffering teach us Something .  I think the message hanging on the wall of my Aunt's House made All the sense in the World ; " better to be Rich & Healthy than Poor & Sick "..

Autumn Flower

 

Wandering in Tinywood . Gnomes smell yellow flowers , and are not in a rush to get anywhere . 

" If you are in a haste to get somewhere , then the idea of your destination has too great a hold on your mind ".

Let us just wander a bit. A bit of rain and fog will not scare a wandering gnome.

Halloween 2020

        It is  Samhain again..or All Hallows Eve...It is best to surround oneself with the most cozy and unplifting imagery..No Horrors tonight.. just the swoosh and swish of nocturnal winds.. 

running along

running from the shore on this midnight sunny day.. through sleepy streets where only cats and seagulls are awake so many hours past midnight

imitating Umberto Eco

chapter one : we meet our hero

Two items appeared some time apart in european and world newspapers . First item announced that CERN would see if tiny black holes could be created by colliding minute particles in their large Hadron Collider .The second told readers that a piece of bread inside the Collider had caused the experiment to fail. These news were some weeks apart. And were followed by a third story, speculating that a bird was to blame.

I have struggled through enough realist lectures to be considered well educated. Yet at CERN i had the feeling of being little more than an outstanding janitor. One day my phone murmured, and so i was summoned.

Assistant Director Max Zimmer folded his hands on the table, and told me; -" monsieur Miro,  what you have read in the newspapers was a fabrication; no bird dropped bread into the ventilation shaft. That bread was placed within our machine by a most meticulous human hand."  -"I am guessing half of Europe suspects as much" I answered lightly. Zimmer allowed a moment for this levity, then; -"Miro , we have decided that we want You to look into this, to find the saboteur. But to do so in an unobtrusive way. We want to keep it all within the close coil of our home. So to say.
What could I do? From clogged toilets to proofreading technical papers, a janitor must hop to, and get on the case.

chapter two : the List

that night, comfortable and snug in bed, I was looking at a list supplied to me. It presented a very summary description of the two scientists who each had the opportunity to sabotage the accelerator with bread. 
John Pushman worked with virus samples into which micromatter was diverted with highly energetic outcomes. He lived alone. 
Gerda Gutwel busied herself with a great literary work that would celebrate the advances made by science, with a special focus on the electric anthill that was CERN. Her apartment housed herself and two cats. 

chapter three: it is finished

I called my girlfriend one night. As I had done several times during my investigation. But tonight was different. What balm to hear her gentle and calm voice ; -"yes?" -"Mira it is me, I  solved it ; it was the woman who did it. I should have known it. She loves her cats. And was afraid for the safety of this world. So she choked the machine with a baguette before it could squirt out microholes."
-"Mira, there is more. I got to know that the secret directorate of the cosmotron prepared to annihilate the world rather than let it fall into the hands of american satanists. Mira, can i visit you? I love you"
tears came to my eyes. Becoming the tears of joy when she answered; -" Yes, come. I love you too. When will you go?"
-" I am getting on a midnight flight. It will be such a sweet adventure to travel through night, to find you ."

Happy Fool

  a happy fool has never been told that the world is too heavy , that life is a burden 

 he will just stumble down the passage of time , until it is time to have a final rest 

active radio

a quest for a slice

an old elf arrives at the Temple of Toppings ..he has been on a delicate quest for a while now..

spending Futuri tomorrow

playing chess with the cat

the Mirroring

We are both alone Mirror-You....a wide empty land on both sides of these mirrors....so instead of being my reflection let us consider ;-" It is like this .... when we...when I..When I joined the Conjurers of Contaminatos..the Old God Megatheus...was angered..and in an instant we are absorbed by a mirror and lost inside and out...what Luck!!"

-"so...let us not be shy...there are only you and mirror-me here....Eternity is a long time in which to hear no uplifted voice or see no smile from other.."

-"Just....speak and gesticulate....tell me I am utterly losing my mind "..

a new flu for a new year