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A drama on the planetary canvas -
of unlimited genres, structures, themes -
Twists and turns unforeseen -
To every life from start to end -
is a story running -
on a multi-track scheme.

Following rules of physics and numbers -
and all known unknown disciplines -
of art and science -
is the Creator with all His assembles,
evolving multi-dimensional plots -
in His Work-shop -
on an infinity scale of time and space.

Many a times a Prayer from the planet
falling in His Divine ears -
Calls for a change in the story-line -
And a Magic just happens.

Why Pine Trees Are Not Perfect

They say that if you creep into an evergreen forest late at night you can hear the trees talking. If you listen very carefully to the whisper of the wind, you can hear the older pines telling the younger ones why they will never be perfect. They will always have a bent branch here, a gap there...



But long, long ago all evergreen trees were perfect. Each one took special pride in branches that sloped smoothly down from pointed top to evenly shaped skirt.

This was especially true in a small kingdom far beyond the Carpathian Mountains in Europe. Here the evergreen trees were the most beautiful of all. For here the sun shone just right, not too hot, not too dim. Here the rain fell just enough to keep the ground moist and soft so no tree went thirsty. And here the snow fell gently day after day to keep every branch fresh and green.



Each year as Christmas approached, the Queen's woodsmen would search the royal evergreen forest for the most perfect, most beautiful tree. The one fortunate enough to be chosen would be cut on the first Saturday of Advent. It would then be carefully carried to the castle and set up in the center of the great hall. There it reigned in honor for all the Christmas celebrations.

Out in the hushed forest every evergreen hoped for this honor. Each tree tried to grow its branches and needles to perfection. All of them strained to have the best form and appearance.

One tree, Small Pine, grew near the edge of the forest and promised to be the most beautiful of all. As a seedling it had listened carefully to the older trees who knew what was best for young saplings. And it had tried so very hard to grow just right. As a result, everything about Small Pine, from its deep sea-green color to the curling tip of its evenly spaced branches, was perfect.

It had, in fact, already overheard jealous whispers from the other trees. But it paid them no mind. Small Pine knew that if one did one's very best, what anyone else said didn't matter.



One cold night, when a bright full moon glittered on the crusty snow, a little gray rabbit came hoping as fast as he could into the grove of evergreens. The rabbit's furry sides heaved in panic. From beyond the hill came the howling of wild dogs in the thrill of the hunt. The bunny, his eyes wide with fright, frantically searched for cover. But the dark, cold trees lifted their branches artfully from the snow and frowned. They did not like this interruption of their quiet evening when growing was at its best.

Faster and faster the rabbit circled as the excited howling of the dogs sounded louder and louder.



And then Small Pine's heart shuddered. When the terrified rabbit ran near, Small Pine dipped its lower branches down, down, down to the snow. And in that instant before the wild dogs broke into the grove, the rabbit slipped under Small Pine's evergreen screen. He huddled safely among the comforting branches while the dogs galloped by and disappeared into the forest.



In the morning the rabbit went home to his burrow, and Small Pine tried to lift its lower branches back up to their proper height. It strained and struggled, but the branches had been pressed down too long through the night. Oh well, Small Pine thought, no matter. Perhaps the woodsmen wouldn't notice a few uneven branches near the ground in a tree so beautiful.



Several days later a terrible blizzard lashed the land. No one remembered ever having so much wind and snow. Villagers slammed their shutters tight while birds and animals huddled in their nests and dens.

A brown mother wren had become lost in the storm. With feathers so wet she could barely fly, she went from one large evergreen to another looking for a shelter. But each tree she approached feared the wren would ruin its perfect shape and clenched its branches tight, like a fist.

Finally, the exhausted wren fluttered toward Small Pine. Once more Small Pine's heart opened and so did its branches. The mother wren nestled on a branch near the top, secure at last. But when the storm ended and the bird had flown away, Small Pine could not move its top branches back into their perfect shape.

In them would be a gap evermore.

Days passed and winter deepened. The packed snow had frozen so hard that the deer in the forest could not reach the tender ground moss, which they ate to survive. Only the older, stronger deer could dig through the icy snow with their hooves.

One little fawn had wandered away from his mother. Now he was starving. He inched into the pine grove and noticed the soft, tender evergreen tips. He tried to nibble on the, but every tree quickly withdrew its needles so the tiny deer teeth couldn't chew them.

Thin and weak, he staggered against Small Pine. Pity filled the tree's heart and it stretched out its soft needles for the starving fawn to eat. But alas, when the deer was strong enough to scamper away, Small Pine's branches looked very ragged.



Small Pine wilted in sorrow. It could hear what the larger, still perfect trees were saying about how bad it looked. A tear of pine gum oozed from the tip of a branch. Small Pine knew it could never hope for the honor of being the Queen's Christmas tree.

Lost in despair, Small Pine did not see the good Queen come with the woodsmen into the forest. It was the first Saturday of Advent, and she had come to choose the finest tree herself because this was a special celebration year in the history of her kingdom.

As the royal sleigh, drawn by two white horses, slowly passed through the forest, her careful eye scanned the evergreens. Each one was hoping to be the royal choice.

When the Queen saw Small Pine, a flush of anger filled her. How could such an ugly tree with so many drooping branches and gaps be allowed in the royal forest? She decided to have a woodsman cut it to throw away and nodded for the sleigh to drive on.



But then...she raised her hand for the sleigh to stop and glanced back at the forlorn little pine.

She noticed the tracks of small animals under its uneven needles. She saw a wren's feather caught in its branches. and, as she studied the gaping hole in its side and its ragged shape, understanding filled her heart.

"This is the one," she said, and pointed to Small Pine. The woodsmen gasped, but they did as the queen directed.

To the astonishment of all the evergreens in the forest, Small Pine was carried away to the great hall in the castle. There it was decorated with shimmering, silver stars and golden angels, which sparkled and flashed in the light of thousands of glowing candles.

On Christmas Day a huge Yule log blazed in the fireplace at the end of the great hall. While orange flames chuckled and crackled, the Queen's family and all the villagers danced and sang together around Small Pine. And everyone who danced and sang around it said that Small Pine was the finest Christmas tree yet. For in looking at its drooping, nibbled branches, they saw the protecting arm of their father or the comforting lap of a mother. and some, like the wise Queen, say the love of Christ expressed on earth.



So if you walk among evergreens today, you will find, along with rabbits, birds, and other happy living things, many trees like Small Pine. You will see a drooping limb, which gives cover, a gap offering a warm resting place, or branches ragged form feeding hungry animals.

For, as have many of us, the trees have learned that living for the sake of others makes us most beautiful in the eyes of God.

This blog post supports www.dynamix.com, but it may create negative opinion due to patriotism that many people do not have for nature, earth and environment. So, please let me know if you agree or disagree.

"Although still largely experimental, devices that decipher brain signals are advancing quickly and allowing some fully paralyzed people to interact with the world Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) can trap the mind inside an immobile body. It destroys the nerves that control muscles, eventually leaving patients without the ability to speak or even flick their eyes to one side. In the past few years, however, researchers have started to equip a few such "locked-in" patients, including those paralyzed by stroke or other diseases, with communication devices that unlock their minds.

For decades, science-fiction writers have envisioned computers that communicate directly with the brain. Now a rapidly expanding clique of researchers is making it a reality. A few laboratories started developing these so-called brain-computer interfaces (BCIs) in the 1980s and have been refining them since then (Science, 29 October 1999, p. 888). Now several dozen teams have entered the field. Together they're improving upon early BCI models and coming up with new ways to read brain signals. According to BCI pioneer Jonathan Wolpaw of the Wadsworth Center, part of the New York State Department of Health in Albany, "it's a very exciting time; a lot of people are getting involved."

Most BCIs read brain waves, the electrical impulses created by neural activity that can be detected--albeit fuzzily--through the scalp. By diligently controlling their mental activity, patients can choose letters to spell words, guide a cursor, or direct crude robots. But a rival circle of scientists is rapidly advancing a type of BCI that is implanted inside the brain. Such devices tap into the more detailed neural signals relayed by individual neurons. The most sophisticated of these implanted BCIs have recently enabled monkeys to play video games and even manipulate robotic arms. Whether the implanted devices will actually lead to more versatile and workable BCIs than the external type is a matter of fierce debate.

In the past few years, brain-wave BCI technologies have been advancing rapidly, providing faster spelling, better cursor control, and headway into prosthetics, environmental-control devices, and smart wheelchairs. The advances are fueled in part by cheaper and more sophisticated computer hardware and software, which has given BCI researchers access to portable machines that perform complex mathematical manipulations on the fly. Good old-fashioned funding helps, too: The National Institutes of Health awarded $3.3 million in late 2002 to a partnership headed by the Wadsworth group to further develop software that can test several BCI systems to see which is best for a patient. Researchers can also use the software to build and test their own brain-tapping technologies."

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The basic framework for BCI2000 is now complete, and Wolpaw expects details to be published soon. It has four easily adaptable modules that handle the four essential functions of a BCI. One takes the raw brain signal, amplifies it, and encodes it digitally. Another extracts the desired features of the brain signal, such as a mu rhythm or P300 signal, and translates that signal into a command, such as movement of a cursor in a certain direction. The third controls a device, say, one that navigates the Internet or operates a prosthetic arm. And the fourth allows a user to start and stop the BCI and to specify details, such as the speed, of its operation.

The software has already had an impact on the field. In spring 2002, South Florida's Donchin needed to upgrade his BCI, which was incompatible with state-of-the-art PCs, so he could start testing disabled patients. Donchin met with Wolpaw and Schalk at a BCI conference in Rensselaerville, New York, in June 2002 and described his predicament. Schalk volunteered to do the necessary programming on BCI2000. Within 2 weeks, Schalk managed to get Donchin's BCI up and running, enabling Donchin to bring it to New York City to test it on his first patient (this author's father) in September.

Georgia State's Moore and her colleagues are using BCI2000 to develop an environmental-control system that allows a user to turn on and off lights, a television set, and a radio with brain waves. They've also built a communication system in which a person can select words from a list of nouns, verbs, and objects, and that will predict words and even conversations, potentially providing faster communication than traditional spellers allow. Their Web browser causes a cursor to hop from one Web link to the next in response to altered brain signals.

So far these prototype applications have been largely tested on simulated brain signals, but Moore has just started testing them on healthy volunteers and will soon include patients with spinal cord injuries or early-stage ALS. Eventually, Moore plans to run all of these applications on a laptop mounted to a smart wheelchair under development that will also be controlled by brain waves.

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The other point is that it can create opinions, change them, make one hate or love.

For example, one may start loving China or Hate it based on this experiment. The same is true for Musical and any other religion, community, civilizations and far more that words do not allow.

It has brought all human values, ethics and philosophical thinking to collapse in the laboratories. The terrorism in the world, wars, and all that we see, hear or view in media is just hiding this grave experimentation leading to extinction of human wisdom.

We need to pay attention to it lest it is too late. Please pray or seek that this global and thus universal suffering must come to an end as soon as possible. Thanks!

P.S.: Please read relevant research works here and here.

This makes me want to dance


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