"It's kind of a mandala"

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Posted by me, Kerry Burgess at 4:21 PM Friday, January 21, 2022





Star Trek: Picard

"The End is the Beginning"

TV-series season 1 episode 3

Ramhda: I remember you from tomorrow.





From 8/7/1954 ( from Wikipedia on the global-internetwork: "I Am Legend" by Richard Matheson ) To 10/26/2010 ( premiere US TV series episode "Stargate Universe"::"Cloverdale" ) is 20534 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/21/2022 ( Today, Friday ) is 20534 days



From 10/18/1963 ( premiere US TV series episode "The Twilight Zone"::"A Kind of a Stopwatch" ) To 1/21/2022 ( ) is 21280 days

21280 = 10640 + 10640

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/20/1994 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my United States Navy Cross medal date of record ) is 10640 days





SGU 2.05 "Cloverdale"
ELI
(narrating)
Matt is clearly moved seeing the old homestead again.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 07 April 2013 excerpt ends]





I Am Legend (1954)

by Richard Matheson

Chapter 14

Consider, he thought then, the shock undergone by a victim of the plague.

Toward the end of the plague, yellow journalism had spread a cancerous dread of vampires to all corners of the nation. He could remember himself the rash of pseudo-scientific articles that veiled an out-and-out fright campaign designed to sell newspapers.



Chapter 14

Yellow journalism, though, *had* been rampant in those final days. And, in addition, a great upsurge in revivalism had occurred. In a typical desperation for quick answers, easily understood, people had turned to primitive worship as the solution. With less than success. Not only had they died as quickly as the rest of the people, but they had died with terror in their hearts, with a mortal dread flowing in their very veins.

And then, Robert Neville, thought, to have this hideous dread vindicated. To regain consciousness beneath hot, heavy soil and know that death had not brought rest. To find themselves clawing up through the earth, their bodies driven now by a strange, hideous need.

Such traumatic shocks could undo what mind was left. And such shocks could explain much.

The cross, first of all.



- posted by me, Kerry Burgess 6:29 PM Pacific-time USA Friday 01/21/2022