The context. That goddamned context. I miss that so often. There is a context I am missing. I sense things and I sense things and the context is screwed up. I am sensing the thoughts of something else.
As though my physical body is an antenna.
A dipole antenna knows nothing of modulation.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/police/spiritsinthematerialworld.html
THE POLICE
"Spirits In The Material World"
There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution
We are spirits in the material world
(Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world)
Our socalled leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
The subjugate the meek
But it's the rhetoric of failure
We are spirits in the material world
(Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world)
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another way
We are spirits in the material world
(Are spirits in the material world)
(Are spirits in the material world...)
http://www.gateworld.net/atlantis/s1/transcripts/101.shtml
GateWorld
RISING, PART 1
EPISODE NUMBER - 101
DVD DISC - Season 1, Disc 1
ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 07.16.04
WEIR: Alright, well, how much time do we have?
McKAY: It's hard to say. Hours, maybe days if we minimise power expenditure.
BECKETT: What about our own power generators?
McKAY: We're working on that, but even with our most advanced naqahdah power generators, the equations are coming up far short.
WEIR: So we need to find more ZeeP.Ms.
SUMNER: Now how do we do that if we can't search the city?
McKAY: If there were more here, we'd be able to detect them.
SUMNER: Can we use the Stargate?
McKAY: There's nowhere near enough power to open a wormhole back to Earth.
SHEPPARD: Maybe somewhere in this galaxy.
McKAY: That's relatively easy. (He leads Weir and Sheppard over to the console that acts as a D.H.D., where Grodin is already working.) Fortunately some Ancient technology still uses good old-fashioned push buttons, so we've been able to access the Stargate control system and a library of known Gate addresses in the database.
GRODIN: That's not all. Look at this.
(He pushes a button and a shimmering force shield appears across the Stargate.)
SUMNER: Just like the iris on the Earth Gate.
McKAY (quietly but pointedly): Using power, using power, using power.
(Grodin finally realises what he means and shuts the shield off.)
WEIR: At least we don't have to deal with any uninvited guests. (She turns to Sumner.) Colonel, assemble a team. We need safe harbour, or better still another power source.
SUMNER (into radio): Lieutenant Ford, gather security teams one and two. Everyone gear up.
WEIR (to Sheppard): Major, I want you to go along.
http://www.gateworld.net/atlantis/s1/transcripts/101.shtml
GateWorld
RISING, PART 1
EPISODE NUMBER - 101
DVD DISC - Season 1, Disc 1
ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 07.16.04
SHEPPARD: It's a hell of a way to live.
TEYLA: We move our hunting camps around. We try to teach our children not to live in fear, but it is hard. Some of us can sense the Wraith coming. That gives us warning. (She looks back towards the entrance.) We should go. It will be dark soon.
ALIEN STARGATE. It's night time again. Ford and two other marines are watching the Gate.
FORD: Man, days are short here.
SUMNER (over radio): Major Sheppard, this is Colonel Sumner, come in?
FORD (activating his radio): Colonel, this is Lieutenant Ford. Major Sheppard's out of radio range at the moment.
(Sumner is back at the village.)
SUMNER (into radio): Where the hell is he?
FORD (over radio): I think Teyla wanted him to see something.
(Back at Ford's position, the Gate begins dialling in.)
FORD (to the marines, as he ducks behind the D.H.D.): Defensive positions! (Into radio) Colonel, we have Gate activity here.
(He takes off his night goggles and aims his P-90 at the Gate. A small pointed ship screams through the Gate and heads off in the direction of the village. As Ford jumps up and watches it go, two similar ships come through the Gate and follow after the first one.)
FORD (into radio): Colonel. Three bandits headed your way.
VILLAGE. The villagers scream and run as they hear the ships approaching. Sumner runs into the camp.
SUMNER: Take cover!
(The villagers run, screaming. An old man, looking up into the sky, trips over something and falls. Sumner runs over and helps him up.)
FOREST. Sheppard and Teyla are walking back towards the village when she stops, gazing at the ground as she senses something. She looks up as the sound of the ships can be heard in the distance.
SHEPPARD: What is it?
TEYLA: The Wraith!
(She races towards the village, Sheppard following her.)
http://gateworld.net/atlantis/s1/transcripts/102.shtml
GateWorld
RISING, PART 2
EPISODE NUMBER - 102
DVD DISC - Season 1, Disc 1
ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 07.16.04
ALIEN VILLAGE. The attack by the Wraith ships continues. Sumner is running through the camp. Some villagers run towards him but a white beam comes out of the sky from one of the ships and transports them away.
SUMNER: Fire on those ships!
(Everyone fires at the ship flying overhead. Sumner sees something moving nearby and swings his rifle round to shine its light at what he has seen. It's a white wispy ghost-like apparition. Almost as soon as he has spotted it, it disappears. He looks around and more apparitions float around, appearing and disappearing. He looks around, bewildered.)
FOREST. Teyla and Sheppard are running back towards the camp. Teyla is way ahead of Sheppard.
SHEPPARD: Teyla!
(Teyla doesn't slow down and disappears from sight.)
MARINE (over radio): Colonel, they're on the ground. They're all around us!
(Sheppard raises his gun as a fighter flies overhead, then looks around him.)
SHEPPARD: Teyla?
(Seeing movement behind him, he spins and fires at a ghost-like apparition. Then, from another direction, Teyla appears, walking right through another apparition.)
TEYLA: They're not really there. (Sheppard stares at her in amazement.) Do not trust your eyes. The Wraith can make you see things that are not there. We must hurry.
(They run off.)
VILLAGE. The Wraith ships continue to fire on the village. Sumner and his men are firing both into the air and at the ghostly apparitions.
SHEPPARD (over radio): Colonel, this is Sheppard. What you see on the ground is just an illusion. Concentrate on firing on the ships.
SUMNER (shouting to his men): Fire on the ships! Fire on the ships! (He runs to Sergeant Bates who is transfixed by the sight of the apparitions. Sumner grabs him.) Bates, snap out of it.
BATES: They're everywhere, sir!
(Sumner drags him to a new position and points into the sky.)
SUMNER: Take that thing down!
(Bates fires a missile launcher at the ship and destroys it. Another ship swoops overhead, sending out a white beam from its underside, and Bates and Sumner are transported away.)
FOREST. As Sheppard and Teyla run through the forest, another transporter beam sweeps along the ground behind them. Sheppard dives out of the way but the beam captures Teyla and transports her away.
SHEPPARD: Teyla? Teyla!
MARINE (over radio): Sir, the colonel's been taken.
ALIEN STARGATE. Ford is standing near the D.H.D. as it starts to dial automatically.
FORD (into radio): The Gate's coming on again. Two enemy ships approaching.
SHEPPARD (over radio): Let ‘em go -- we've got friendlies on board. Look at the dialling device -- burn those symbols into your mind.
(The two remaining Wraith ships approach and plunge through the active Stargate. As the Gate shuts down behind them, Ford stares at the D.H.D., memorising the symbols.)
NEAR THE VILLAGE. Sheppard is walking through the wreckage of the downed Wraith ship, some of which is burning while other parts of it are sparking. He looks in horror as he sees an alien-looking hand, severed just below the elbow. The hand is dragging itself along with its fingers.
SHEPPARD: Son of a ... (He shoots the hand twice. Then he spins round as Jinto runs up behind him.)
JINTO: Help! Help me!
(Sheppard turns back to the hand. It's now motionless.)
JINTO (tearfully): I can't find my father.
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GateWorld
RISING, PART 1
EPISODE NUMBER - 101
DVD DISC - Season 1, Disc 1
ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 07.16.04
SHEPPARD: So, what, someone knew it was going to happen?
TEYLA: I believe it happens again and again. The Wraith allow our kind to grow in numbers, and when that number reaches a certain point they return to cull their human herd. Sometimes a few hundred years will pass before they awaken again.
From 12/5/1791 ( Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart deceased ) To 12/19/1995 ( RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 - Bill Clinton - Statement on Signing the Lobbying Disclosure Act of 1995 ) is 74523 days
'74523' - the United States Postal Service code for Antlers Oklahoma
From 3/26/1945 ( premiere US film "A Royal Scandal" ) To 12/19/1995 ( RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 - Bill Clinton - Statement on Signing the Lobbying Disclosure Act of 1995 ) is 18530 days
18530 = 9265 + 9265
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 3/16/1991 ( date hijacked from me:my first successful major test of my ultraspace matter transportation device as Kerry Wayne Burgess the successful Ph.D. graduate Columbia South Carolina ) is 9265 days
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=50917
The American Presidency Project
William J. Clinton
XLII President of the United States: 1993 - 2001
Statement on Signing the Lobbying Disclosure Act of 1995
December 19, 1995
Today I am pleased to approve S. 1060, the "Lobbying Disclosure Act of 1995." I have strongly supported the purposes and principles embodied in this legislation since the beginning of my Administration. During my first days in office, I barred all top executive branch officials from lobbying their agencies for 5 years after leaving office and from ever lobbying for foreign governments.
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Project Gutenberg's The Time Machine, by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
Title: The Time Machine
Author: H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
V
Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear, and in spite of Weena's distress I insisted upon sleeping away from these slumbering multitudes.
'It troubled her greatly, but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed, and for five of the nights of our acquaintance, including the last night of all, she slept with her head pillowed on my arm. But my story slips away from me as I speak of her. It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn. I had been restless, dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned, and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps. I woke with a start, and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber. I tried to get to sleep again, but I felt restless and uncomfortable. It was that dim grey hour when things are just creeping out of darkness, when everything is colourless and clear cut, and yet unreal. I got up, and went down into the great hall, and so out upon the flagstones in front of the palace. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity, and see the sunrise.
'The moon was setting, and the dying moonlight and the first pallor of dawn were mingled in a ghastly half-light. The bushes were inky black, the ground a sombre grey, the sky colourless and cheerless. And up the hill I thought I could see ghosts. There several times, as I scanned the slope, I saw white figures. Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white, ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill, and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. They moved hastily. I did not see what became of them. It seemed that they vanished among the bushes. The dawn was still indistinct, you must understand. I was feeling that chill, uncertain, early-morning feeling you may have known. I doubted my eyes.
'As the eastern sky grew brighter, and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more, I scanned the view keenly. But I saw no vestige of my white figures. They were mere creatures of the half light. "They must have been ghosts," I said; "I wonder whence they dated." For a queer notion of Grant Allen's came into my head, and amused me. If each generation die and leave ghosts, he argued, the world at last will get overcrowded with them. On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence, and it was no great wonder to see four at once. But the jest was unsatisfying, and I was thinking of these figures all the morning, until Weena's rescue drove them out of my head. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine. But Weena was a pleasant substitute. Yet all the same, they were soon destined to take far deadlier possession of my mind.
'I think I have said how much hotter than our own was the weather of this Golden Age. I cannot account for it. It may be that the sun was hotter, or the earth nearer the sun. It is usual to assume that the sun will go on cooling steadily in the future. But people, unfamiliar with such speculations as those of the younger Darwin, forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body. As these catastrophes occur, the sun will blaze with renewed energy; and it may be that some inner planet had suffered this fate. Whatever the reason, the fact remains that the sun was very much hotter than we know it.
'Well, one very hot morning—my fourth, I think—as I was seeking shelter from the heat and glare in a colossal ruin near the great house where I slept and fed, there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry, I found a narrow gallery, whose end and side windows were blocked by fallen masses of stone. By contrast with the brilliancy outside, it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me. I entered it groping, for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me. Suddenly I halted spellbound. A pair of eyes, luminous by reflection against the daylight without, was watching me out of the darkness.
'The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me. I clenched my hands and steadfastly looked into the glaring eyeballs. I was afraid to turn. Then the thought of the absolute security in which humanity appeared to be living came to my mind. And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark. Overcoming my fear to some extent, I advanced a step and spoke. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. I put out my hand and touched something soft. At once the eyes darted sideways, and something white ran past me. I turned with my heart in my mouth, and saw a queer little ape-like figure, its head held down in a peculiar manner, running across the sunlit space behind me. It blundered against a block of granite, staggered aside, and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry.
'My impression of it is, of course, imperfect; but I know it was a dull white, and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back. But, as I say, it went too fast for me to see distinctly. I cannot even say whether it ran on all-fours, or only with its forearms held very low. After an instant's pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins. I could not find it at first; but, after a time in the profound obscurity, I came upon one of those round well-like openings of which I have told you, half closed by a fallen pillar. A sudden thought came to me. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match, and, looking down, I saw a small, white, moving creature, with large bright eyes which regarded me steadfastly as it retreated. It made me shudder. It was so like a human spider! It was clambering down the wall, and now I saw for the first time a number of metal foot and hand rests forming a kind of ladder down the shaft. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand, going out as it dropped, and when I had lit another the little monster had disappeared.
'I do not know how long I sat peering down that well. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human. But, gradually, the truth dawned on me: that Man had not remained one species, but had differentiated into two distinct animals: that my graceful children of the Upper-world were not the sole descendants of our generation, but that this bleached, obscene, nocturnal Thing, which had flashed before me, was also heir to all the ages.
'I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. I began to suspect their true import. And what, I wondered, was this Lemur doing in my scheme of a perfectly balanced organization? How was it related to the indolent serenity of the beautiful Upper-worlders? And what was hidden down there, at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that, at any rate, there was nothing to fear, and that there I must descend for the solution of my difficulties. And withal I was absolutely afraid to go! As I hesitated, two of the beautiful Upper-world people came running in their amorous sport across the daylight in the shadow. The male pursued the female, flinging flowers at her as he ran.
'They seemed distressed to find me, my arm against the overturned pillar, peering down the well. Apparently it was considered bad form to remark these apertures; for when I pointed to this one, and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue, they were still more visibly distressed and turned away. But they were interested by my matches, and I struck some to amuse them. I tried them again about the well, and again I failed. So presently I left them, meaning to go back to Weena, and see what I could get from her. But my mind was already in revolution; my guesses and impressions were slipping and sliding to a new adjustment. I had now a clue to the import of these wells, to the ventilating towers, to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine! And very vaguely there came a suggestion towards the solution of the economic problem that had puzzled me.
'Here was the new view. Plainly, this second species of Man was subterranean. There were three circumstances in particular which made me think that its rare emergence above ground was the outcome of a long-continued underground habit. In the first place, there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark—the white fish of the Kentucky caves, for instance. Then, those large eyes, with that capacity for reflecting light, are common features of nocturnal things—witness the owl and the cat. And last of all, that evident confusion in the sunshine, that hasty yet fumbling awkward flight towards dark shadow, and that peculiar carriage of the head while in the light—all reinforced the theory of an extreme sensitiveness of the retina.
'Beneath my feet, then, the earth must be tunnelled enormously, and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race. The presence of ventilating shafts and wells along the hill slopes—everywhere, in fact, except along the river valley—showed how universal were its ramifications. What so natural, then, as to assume that it was in this artificial Underworld that such work as was necessary to the comfort of the daylight race was done? The notion was so plausible that I at once accepted it, and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. I dare say you will anticipate the shape of my theory; though, for myself, I very soon felt that it fell far short of the truth.
'At first, proceeding from the problems of our own age, it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer, was the key to the whole position. No doubt it will seem grotesque enough to you—and wildly incredible!—and yet even now there are existing circumstances to point that way. There is a tendency to utilize underground space for the less ornamental purposes of civilization; there is the Metropolitan Railway in London, for instance, there are new electric railways, there are subways, there are underground workrooms and restaurants, and they increase and multiply. Evidently, I thought, this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories, spending a still-increasing amount of its time therein, till, in the end—! Even now, does not an East-end worker live in such artificial conditions as practically to be cut off from the natural surface of the earth?
'Again, the exclusive tendency of richer people—due, no doubt, to the increasing refinement of their education, and the widening gulf between them and the rude violence of the poor—is already leading to the closing, in their interest, of considerable portions of the surface of the land. About London, for instance, perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion. And this same widening gulf—which is due to the length and expense of the higher educational process and the increased facilities for and temptations towards refined habits on the part of the rich—will make that exchange between class and class, that promotion by intermarriage which at present retards the splitting of our species along lines of social stratification, less and less frequent. So, in the end, above ground you must have the Haves, pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty, and below ground the Have-nots, the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. Once they were there, they would no doubt have to pay rent, and not a little of it, for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused, they would starve or be suffocated for arrears. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and, in the end, the balance being permanent, the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life, and as happy in their way, as the Upper-world people were to theirs. As it seemed to me, the refined beauty and the etiolated pallor followed naturally enough.
'The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined. Instead, I saw a real aristocracy, armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature, but a triumph over Nature and the fellow-man. This, I must warn you, was my theory at the time. I had no convenient cicerone in the pattern of the Utopian books. My explanation may be absolutely wrong. I still think it is the most plausible one. But even on this supposition the balanced civilization that was at last attained must have long since passed its zenith, and was now far fallen into decay. The too-perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration, to a general dwindling in size, strength, and intelligence. That I could see clearly enough already. What had happened to the Under-grounders I did not yet suspect; but from what I had seen of the Morlocks—that, by the by, was the name by which these creatures were called—I could imagine that the modification of the human type was even far more profound than among the "Eloi," the beautiful race that I already knew.
'Then came troublesome doubts. Why had the Morlocks taken my Time Machine? For I felt sure it was they who had taken it. Why, too, if the Eloi were masters, could they not restore the machine to me? And why were they so terribly afraid of the dark? I proceeded, as I have said, to question Weena about this Under-world, but here again I was disappointed. At first she would not understand my questions, and presently she refused to answer them. She shivered as though the topic was unendurable. And when I pressed her, perhaps a little harshly, she burst into tears. They were the only tears, except my own, I ever saw in that Golden Age. When I saw them I ceased abruptly to trouble about the Morlocks, and was only concerned in banishing these signs of the human inheritance from Weena's eyes. And very soon she was smiling and clapping her hands, while I solemnly burned a match.
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 9:37 PM Pacific Time somewhere near Seattle Washington USA Saturday 29 March 2014
