CRISPR stocks tank after research shows edited cells might cause cancer. Jeff GoreTex, Here are the references for the hardestcore MIT Hack ever! CRISPR-Cas9 Gene Editing Causes Cancer, Baller! #fuckemweball

CRISPR stocks tank after research shows edited cells might cause cancer. Jeff GoreTex, Here are the references for the hardestcore MIT Hack ever! CRISPR-Cas9 Gene Editing Causes Cancer, Baller! #fuckemweball
Received: June 13, 2018 8:03 AM

From: Azrael Austin wikiarsenic.austin@gmail.com

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Jeff,

Here are the references for the hardestcore MIT Hack ever!

https://mitpress.mit.edu/books/obfuscation

https://mitpress.mit.edu/books/feedback

https://mitpress.mit.edu/books/ai-weiweis-blog

https://drwilliamkayaerbil.me/

https://www.cnbc.com/2018/06/11/crispr-stocks-tank-after-research-shows-edited-cells-might-cause-cancer.html

K

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MIT Was Responsible for Elizabeth Shin’s Suicide.

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Baller 🙂

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https://safecast.org/tilemap/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/21_Savage

https://blackinai.github.io/

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At Harvard They Knife U in Tha Back, at MIT they Knife you in Tha Chest.

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Steve Blank Pwned :). #MoMAR

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Marletta,

Ring a bell?

🙂 Mafia, pwned. lol

Upstate New York Woman Tells Truth of Mental Illness and Rape of Mother Earth from Berkeley Manhattan Project and Rochester, New York Mafia.

K

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Building The Deepwater Horizon Genocide Map.

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A New Hope.

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I’m talking to you Berkeley chemistry 🙂

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This is getting fun!

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New album up 😉 check it out, curious your feedback Listen to #BartonSpringZ2049 by Kaya Erbil #np on #SoundCloud

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Poem Machine (August 16, 2017)
Drove up to Grand Marais, MN and wrote this in the library after talking to a local poet:

How am I feeling?

I am scared for my country with the recent events of this week. I talked to my mother and close

friend Alia and wrote a poem with IBM Watson using The Poem Generator. 22 It uses AI

algorithms and data about how I am feeling to write a poem to express the feelings and emotions

in an appropriate way that is socially acceptable. Poetry hide the raw nature of emotions that

come from my insides. I talked to my art therapist and spiritual advisor Maria and she helped me

curtail the joy about the fact that I was right we are headed to a second American Civil War.

Where does that magma come from when I erupt? Why did I have to run away from the

computers at Bite Squad only to fall in love with IBM’s AI?

IBM Watson Tone Analyzer Language Analysis of “How am I feeling?”:

Pasted the paragraph above into the IBM Watson Poem Generator 23 and got the following output

poem:

And far and near the quiet fills

Better than when dust stood between.

Take the far stars for fruit

Asleep, some devil in the mind

The piercing terror cannot see.

…to be continued…

22 https://medium.com/ibm-watson-data-lab/generating-poems-a-way-with-words-and-code-885e85afac4b 23 http://poem-generator.mybluemix.net/

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My Jihad “… the true view of reality and the only hope for the future is to be found (or at the very least strongly prefigured) is the Eastern heritage. … On the other hand, the current dynamics of history seem to lean rather in the direction of the West. It is there that nihilism appears as the fundamental direction for an entire culture. Through the loss of God, its “absolute center,” this affirmative-oriented culture of being has fallen into an abyss of nihility. From there it can never save itself through a simple return to affirmation, but “the negative direction must be pursued to its very end … where the negative converges with, so to speak, with the positive. Still, the West must do this, as it were, by its own dynamism, through a return to the ground of its own traditions. Put crudely and in its bare essential, the question for Nishitani comes down to this: the West has nowhere to go but in the direction of the Eastern (Buddhist) ideal, but it cannot do so except from its own Western (Christian) premises. Such is Nishitani’s challenge to Western thought and to Western religion. The dilemmas of present-day culture are born out of Christianity and cannot be overcome without reference to Christianity.”

Jan Van Bragt in The translator’s introduction to Keiji Nishitani’s Religion and Nothingness p.xxxvii

Attack the corrupt without mercy and extreme brutality as you would attack a climb or pull a weight. Why should I be nice? Why should I not be angry? Why should I not be able to melt the ice in someone’s heart if I need love? I am sick, I am tired, poor, angry, and bold. This new anger is an energy for change. It is a catalyst, a fire. Energy, for a new world. I want to see hope in the youth’s eyes. They are lost. Sad, confused. Inspire the youth. Bring them the hope that the crushing student loan debt they have before they even begin adult life will be absolved or the liberation will come from simply not paying it. Go to a purely cash based economy or better yet, learn to use gift economy and never use money again. Dissociate yourself from the system of capitalism and you will be free to create something new. Squat, march, move, live, and love. Get into cooperatives. Go out and find friends. Associate and love them, give them the chance to know that you are there and that you care. Love and live not like some man or woman looking for emotional support, but as one willing to give support. Do not ask for anything, give everything and learn to live in a new way.

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🙂

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whitney_Wolfe_Herd

Wolfe Herd was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, to property developer Michael Wolfe and housewife Kelly.[1] Wolfe Herd attended Southern Methodist University, [12] [13] where she majored in International Studies.[14] While in college, she started a business at the age of 19 selling bamboo tote bags benefiting areas affected by the BP oil spill. Wolfe Herd partnered with celebrity stylist Patrick Aufdenkamp to launch the non-profit organization called the “Help Us Project.” The bags received national press after celebrities such as Rachel Zoe and Nicole Richie were photographed with them.[15] [16] After graduating, Wolfe Herd traveled to Southeast Asia where she worked with orphanages.[17] [18]

At age 22, Wolfe Herd joined Hatch Labs. Through Hatch, she became involved with the startup Cardify, a project led by Sean Rad through Hatch Labs IAC incubator. The project was later abandoned, but Wolfe Herd joined the dating app Tinder with Rad, Chris Gulczynski in 2012 within the IAC startup incubator.[1][19][20]

Wolfe Herd became vice president of marketing for Tinder[13][18][14] and was reportedly behind the name of the app, taking the idea from the flame logo and having used tinder (small sticks) to start the fireplace at her father’s cabin in Montana. She has also been credited with fueling its popularity on college campuses and growing its user base.[21] Wolfe Herd left the company in 2014. Her departure from Tinder was in part due to growing tensions with other company executives. After leaving the company, Herd filed a lawsuit against Tinder for sexual harassment. [22] Wolfe Herd reportedly received a more than $1 million settlement in addition to stock in the company.[13]

Andrey Andreev, founder of Badoo, contacted Wolfe Herd about creating a dating platform and partnered with Wolfe Herd,[23] [12] [13] and the company remains majority owned by Badoo.[24] Wolfe Herd moved to Austin, Texas and founded Bumble, a dating app that gives women more control than traditional dating apps, in December 2014.[22] [18] By December 2015, the app had reached over 15 million unique conversations and 80 million matches.[22]

As of April 2016, Tinder and Bumble are the first and fourth most popular dating apps respectively, according to monthly user base. As of November 2017, Bumble had amassed over 22 million registered users. [25] In January 2018, CNBC reported that Badoo was seeking a sale that could value the company at about $1.5 billion. [26]

Wolfe Herd was named one of Business Insider’s 30 Most Important Women Under 30 In Tech in 2014. In 2016, she was named as one of Elle’s Women in Tech.[5] She was named to Forbes 30 under 30 in 2017 and 2018.[4] [7]

In December 2017, she was listed in a TechCrunch feature on 42 women succeeding in tech that year.[27]

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Dear Friends,

Thank God, Allah, in heaven for black metal and dark art. For without it, you’d never know how over one billion muslims feel. Now, the jews feel it too, and we are allied in our fight against America. Jewish women like Kendra, and muslim men like me must work together to restore the integrity of Israel and prevent a nuclear holocaust in the middle east. For Berkeley sat there for seventeen years, making money on Deepwater Horizon and for that reason Bumble will back us.

Kaya

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On June 11, 2018 5:17 AM, <kaya.erbil@protonmail.com> wrote:

Betrayal.

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Thermonuclear Jihad.

Mean Free Path

Deconstruction of mass destruction,
A clandestine blaze of white hot love,
Burning in my heart full of Christ,
Jesus, I love you giver of Life,
Water to all the saints underneath,
Peacekeeper IIIs, bow down to life,
To, the tree whose bark gives us baskets,
I see in the grass Allah’s love,
No leaf falls without adonai’s will,
The sacred force is the same,
A nucleus of hearts waiting to be split and joined in orgasmic fusion,
Love is all there is in those seven paths from the sky,
When beings-in-the-world face finitude,
Transcending obstacles,
Becoming, being, static,

Cybernetic blood, sugar, sex majik,
Apples, Androids, and Firefoxes,
In the heart of the Land of the Free,
The heartland, no dirty, dirty here,
Mother Minnesota nice ice,
The drift of Middle Eastern ash,
Vaporized half a world a way,
By Teller’s septuplets, atomic love,
We need that night vision green,
The color of money for Seals,
To keep the sugar flowing in our blood,
Fuck who you want, any day, any time,
Tinder for dopamine floods, sex majik,
At night, the nuclear winter in American Babylon,

Then shall anyone who,
Has done an atom’s weight,
Of good, see it!
And anyone who,
Has done an atom’s weight,
Of evil, shall see it,
At the hands of God,
The unknown known Source of Life,
Humanity’s got that atomic climate change cure,
They got that Information Superhighway,
They got that techne, that fire,
It’s cool, they stole that shit from Zeus,
But do these mortals have time?
Do they control time?

Judgement Day. In The Name of Allah, The Beneficent, The Merciful

إِذَا زُلْزِلَتِ الْأَرْضُ زِلْزَالَهَا
وَأَخْرَجَتِ الْأَرْضُ أَثْقَالَهَا
وَقَالَ الْإِنسَانُ مَا لَهَا
يَوْمَئِذٍ تُحَدِّثُ أَخْبَارَهَا
بِأَنَّ رَبَّكَ أَوْحَى لَهَا
يَوْمَئِذٍ يَصْدُرُ النَّاسُ أَشْتَاتًا لِّيُرَوْا أَعْمَالَهُمْ
فَمَن يَعْمَلْ مِثْقَالَ ذَرَّةٍ خَيْرًا يَرَهُ
وَمَن يَعْمَلْ مِثْقَالَ ذَرَّةٍ شَرًّا يَرَهُ
1. “When the Earth shall quake with a mighty quaking.”
2. “And the Earth shall cast forth her burdens,”
3. “And man shall say (distressed): What has befallen her?”
4. “On That Day, she will recount (all) her news:”
5. “For that your Lord will have given her inspiration.”
6. “On That Day, people shall come forth in groups to be shown their deeds.”
7. “So, whoever has done an atom’s weight of good shall behold it.”
8. “And whoever has done an atom’s weight of evil shall behold it.”

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Death to ‘Merica’s Tech BroZ. #bartonspringz2049 @electronicintifada

K

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On June 10, 2018 5:16 AM, <kaya.erbil@protonmail.com> wrote:

The two-line poem titled “A Generation” (“一代人”) was perhaps Gu Cheng’s most famous contribution to contemporary Chinese literature. It had been considered an accurate representation of the younger generation during the Chinese Cultural Revolution seeking knowledge and future.

The dark night gave me black eyes,
But I use them to seek the light.

黑夜给了我黑色的眼睛
我却用它寻找光明

Austin is piloting blockchain to improve homeless services, and it’s implications for water protection.

Austin is piloting blockchain to improve homeless services.

Here’s the idea, you can go to a grocery store or WalMart and get a cheap Android phone for $10. Those phones have many sensors, GPS, camera, and ports for external open source hardware. The key is that they can contain a blockchain to record the state of the machine when a piece of water data is taken. So, for example, a spectrometer app made from one pixel of the camera that takes an optical spectrum of the water. My friend Andrejand I are doing this now with his open source spectrometer company My Spectral. The key to the idea of getting people to actually save the water is in taking the time to go out and hike around the city or country and measure the data. Homeless people would love a free phone, and a way to build capital in the form of a cryptocurrency that can be used to exchange for good and services in a trustless way. So, a blockchain solves two problems at the same time. Gets a way to make a decentralized P2P network, a commune, for the water and gives a way for the homeless who are often thought of as unreliable, drug addicted, and worthless by the vast majority of Americans (but aren’t and perhaps more human, ie empathic) to earn a way back into the system. Hiking outside will heal them because they will be getting into nature, figuring out routes into the gentrification matrix, etc. In other words, the Revolution starts!

Home

We are using dance and art to share the spiritual vision of this movement.

K

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For Kendra,

Love Letter to a Millennial Girl

My love, I know, I’ve seen it too,

It’s not like you are any one in particular,

Or, small or fat, skinny, or tall, or white or black,

I’ll tell you a secret, a quiet one that you learn in time,

Paint in the face of doubt, lift your body out of the chair,

Walk outside my love, don’t be afraid to run away,

Walk, walk with the winds of time,

…escape for a moment and go to the waters,

Get a couple used bottles and get the water,

Go home, boil it down, and go to Blick’s Arts Supply,

Buy a canvas, and do an enso, just pour the water down in that canvas,

Let it dry, stare at it, come back, that’s your mind,

Your mind is earth and water, it’s her is it aways has been,

Take a walk with me in five dimensions, not that I am there,

I never am really anywhere, drifting here or there,

Where are you my wife, my love I was there long ago,

In a small hut by the sacred water of Coast Guard Beach,

I walked with a stick and played in the sand,

Come on out to the sacred water, my love you can see it now,

In ways that you once could not, toiling away at a cotton mill or in a call center,

I tried all that and it broke, Mind, the deep secret is that it’s water,

It always ways, I saw you at first sight and could read the pain,

The way you never looked me in the eye,

I wanted to blow you apart and put you back together,

Those I love I don’t leave untouched, the omega point is not that far off,

We’re almost there, total unity, Facebook says unite the world, make it smaller,

You swipe right for love, my love, let me give you a secret,

Lovers write with pens and paper, they dictate to secretaries,

…or hid long enough waiting for the moment to explode with yearning,

Where are you, why have you not been here before,

Your generation, is full of children men, and sage women, healers, dancers, shamans,

Artists, not hippies, cyberpunks and torn jeans, black boots, and share snaps of wit,

Not that you have much choice, I could not see it today, in my life,

We looked for the hole in the wall, the fly in the ointment,

You, see the sun for the light it is, yearning for the age of Aquarius,

But you know, I thought that was gone long ago,

On your arms, you wear a badge of similarity, of Minnesota Nice,

The thing I like about New York and Boston is they just go ahead and run you over,

Just get it over with already, they said,

“At Harvard the knife you in the back, at MIT they knife you in the chest,”

So true, glad I like it that way now, I’d like you to dance over your walls,

Learn to scream and run naked in the snow with me, with your sisters,

Madness is a human right now, in this age, we are all allowed,

Let it be the norm, so we can all understand we’re all together,

It’s not that I know what to say when I see you in pain, my love let me write you a letter,

A love letter by hand, I know that sounds so strange, to profess love to a digital phantom,

Tha phantom sees it as the norm, I’ve never really known home in earth,

Or see peace, in a time, here or there, for these reasons, I am there with you,

I skipped a generation, a generation is all we have now, to decide,

It was put there for you to determine, for that reason forget it,

Walk away, it’s not your problem, go to the water and pray,

These are the times we are in, to accept fate and bow and relax,

Forward we go and I know anything that is slow is good,

Slow food, walking, shoveling snow, animals in the woods,

Goats that eat poetry, cats that drink poison water, they are here to accept it,

They will come back, don’t worry, we will create space soon,

Let me hold you in prayer, I don’t know what else to do,

I am scared too, these are the time we face, be it as they may,

But know that you have done something extra ordinary today,

Something I know, and want to heal, I dream and pray,

Each day, for your healing, what else to do but write and paint in the face of doubt,

My tears run as the rivers, to wash away those things that hinder you from crying,

See a man cry, a grown man cry, it’s possible, I did it yesterday,

Let me tear stain a love letter to you, whereever you are.

Kaya

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Wemmer and Marletta,

20 cops showed up when I was there at Xmas, I said fuck you. They told me it was the Illuminati. I told them I was Muslim. I now own the NSA and will use it to destroy all traces of Berkeley’s reputation. Annihilate your entire lives, put you on the streets. Like you did to me Wemmer. I’m worse than Trump to you and Marletta. Am I clear?

Cause as they say, “At Harvard, they knife you in the back. At MIT, they knife you in the chest.” In Kurdistan, we just put you out of business and save Kendra a Jewish woman I love. The only woman who ever “got it.” God bless her, my angel.

K

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https://hackernoon.com/mapping-the-blockchain-for-science-landscape-546b61bfbd1

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On Wed, Jun 6, 2018, 7:21 AM <kaya.erbil@protonmail.com> wrote:

LHS, Berkeley.

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On June 4, 2018 9:03 AM, <kaya.erbil@protonmail.com> wrote:

Hasta la vista Marletta

K

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On Sun, Jun 3, 2018 at 6:29 AM Azrael Austin <wikiarsenic.austin@gmail.com> wrote:

Libyan Funeral – الدفينة

On Sat, Jun 2, 2018 at 4:03 AM, <kaya.erbil@protonmail.com> wrote:

#FuckEmWeBall@Tha NSA/FBI Climate Activist Monitoring Center.

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🙂

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On June 1, 2018 5:50 AM, Azrael Austin <wikiarsenic.austin@gmail.com> wrote:

Fuck, stupid Americans 🙂

On Fri, Jun 1, 2018 at 5:49 AM, <kaya.erbil@protonmail.com> wrote:

Headed South: Still Crying for Water


You should have known:
https://wikileaks.org/plusd/cables/06DAMASCUS5399_a.html

Headed South: Still Crying for Water

“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.”
– Psalm 51:17

“DAMASCUS 00005399 004 OF 004 is a rare occurrence, our DATT was convoked by Syrian Military Intelligence in May of 2006 to protest what the Syrians believed were US efforts to provide military training and equipment to the Kurds in Syria…”
– Wikileaks Cable

Anyone who thinks must think of the next war as they would of suicide,

On an airplane, grounded, ready for takeoff,

Merlot blood, mind dissociated from body,

Damascus, drunk with your love, flowing,

Blood river, child appears by my side,

She will be my companion on this flight,

Mother waits at home, headed South,

Home from the land of 10,000 lakes,

This week, the fire lit, white and black collision,

A cumulonimbus cloud on the horizon,

In the distance, molecular vibrations rising,

Heat, up, up we go into the future,

Carbon, captured, stored, burned, smokestack century,

Flooding the air with a blanket, heater, warmer,

Electric blanket, wrapped around earth,

My mind drifts back,

You do not want to fly off into space do you?

Into the air, or into the black hole,

Into the air, wings flowing fast, lift,

Yes, it is take off time and it is time to accelerate,

Into the future, runway of the soul,

It is night after all and the crescent moon is veiled,

Hidden by those storm clouds,

Lightening and thunder ahead,

Colliding water particles, static collision,

Static electricity, violent electromagnetic chaos,

Electronic vibration, thermodynamic amplifier,

Wires around earth, the internet, an iron maiden,

Orange amplifier, accelerating, heating,

Islamic jihad, Judeo-Christian crusade,

Sublating (negating/overcoming) each other in my travel companions blood,

My blood, human blood, shed for what?

Allah? God? Adonai?

Amplifier of Gaia’s warming shell,

Atmospheric container, we are changing,

Taxiing to the runway, flaps down,

A rush of color to the heart comes,

Golden, ethereal blue,

Gaia’s magnetic core,

My heart in resonance, mother and son,

Star specks of white on black,

Day and night melt into one,

Speed, accelerating, faster, faster, faster,

Accelerating into the sky,

We go, a soul is meant to fly,

Leaving body and drifting to heaven,

Or descending to hell, thrown by the past.

Jesus, where you at bro’ we need you now?

Tha block is hot!

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On June 1, 2018 5:26 AM, Azrael Austin <wikiarsenic.austin@gmail.com> wrote:

LOL, smoking ’em like an Austin, TexAZZ Annie Oakley.

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On June 1, 2018 5:20 AM, <kaya.erbil@protonmail.com> wrote:

From this, in ten years all men who screw up with women and men in chemistry are toast.

When every day is worth Its weight in cigarettes and beer

A happy thing surrounds my bones in knowing you’re still here

But no one knows what to do with their arms anymore

No one knows what to do with their hands

Weigh out your daily contribution to destroying our land

And bones find it easier to be against anything than to be for

Around me I see sad expressions worn like intricate sculptures so that they come off poetic and really not so sad

More like familiar..

I ask ..[one sec]

Are you surviving to survive or to thrive?

Either way it’s not so bad… is it?

Maybe you’d rather not think about it

But it is so bad,

I’m fed up with the indigestion of it all

I have no reason to name “it”

I know grief is love with no place to go

But i want it to go somewhere.

So I’ve been busy as a bee re-purposing its pollen,

I’ve been shaking all of my dust off

There’s enough to fill your pockets

I was only hoping to come clean

But then it was mother’s day

For the father in me,

And the daughter in me disappeared

So I went to shield her weary soul

Went to show her that I am still here

Despite her over indulgence in those indigestible vices

Forcing your body and mind into slices

I came to rub your aching body,

Clinging to life by a clanking string

Flossing bits of light loose from sunbeam teeth

But worth is not something that we transfer

Worth is something we can only be

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On June 1, 2018 5:13 AM, <kaya.erbil@protonmail.com> wrote:

Ishmael and Isaac’s Job-Like Moment

I am death the destroyer of worlds,
The feminine powers, memory, mystery, grace,
Time, the arrow of progress,
Sees fit to age the young and school the wise,
She had a beginning that first Day God said,
“Let there be Light!”
Yes, that was the day the angels stood still,
In awe, they waited for the man to be born,
Adam, of clay and air,
The Spirit breathed into a clay vessel,
Waiting to be filled with the living water,
Job sat tending his flock,
Unaware, a celestial wager was made,
Iblis said to God, “What about the just?
The Just man Job, what about him?
Will he be faithful?
Under pain of death will he scream in agony,
There is no God?”
God, omnipotent and omniscient as he is, or was?
Said, “Let’s do the experiment…”
So, the Book of Job tells that story,
But did you hear the seaquel?
The story of Ishmael and Isaac’s Job-like moment?
Today, we see this book being written,
Across the sands of the Wilderness at home and abroad,
In our hearts and in our Minds,
Their struggle is being fought,
… or at least in those who are of two poles,
Bipolar,
One attracted to the Kaaba and the other the Cross,
Wishing to worship the one True God,
I say, “Fuck it!, I will listen to them all,
I am not sure who is right…”
But did Abraham say to worship any rock or tree?
The black stone or the Roman implement of terror?

About kayaerbil

I am a Berkeley educated chemistry Ph.D. who is moving into the area of working on developing appropriate technology for communities that are subjected to socio-economic oppression. The goal is to use simple and effective designs to empower people to live better lives. Currently, I am working with Native Americans on Pine Ridge, the Lakota reservation in South Dakota. I am working with a Native owned and run solar energy company. We are currently working on building a compressed earth block (CEB) house that showcases many of the technologies that the company has developed. The CEB house is made of locally derived resources, earth from the reservation. The blocks are naturally thermally insulating, keeping the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Eventually, a solar air heater and photovoltaic panels will be installed into the house to power the home and keep it warm, while preserving the house off the grid. A side project while in Pine Ridge is a solar computer. I hope to learn about blockchain encryption software for building microgrids. In addition, it is an immediate interest of mine to involve local youth in technology education.
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