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B"H dozing as the bough rests securely upon her laurels. The n airwaves striking forth with impertinence, branches whistling the breeze, the birds chirping along as all of us sing together the song of creation. One can benefit so much fro m exercising the use of his mind, especially in the Era of Knowledge Communication. Quantum relativity encompasses my being, neither timepiece nor a telephony devise; I'm disconnected fro m everything and everyone I can presume to no longer need praise to achieve beauty of existence. Where am I, who am I, why, where what and how I AM. Each mo ment is a n act of move ment and the action but molecular persuasion of a vibration flowing more or less as a silent percussion. Space, again, is the null and void; though molecular structure pulsates on its passage through time. If it were a vacuum, sound could not therein presume to exist. Years after what I wrote in the winter of 2011 , in the summe r of 2016, editing it and now again in the winter of 2017 I retrospect through internal expansion uniquely in three parallels of time. Firstly, the idea to nullify my image; I found godlessness of null and the god liness of void. Will that; G-d forefend, the reader mistakenly think that I'm introducing Greek mythology or disseminating Marxist ideologies, it behooves me to give notice to a syste mization of thought by which I inspire my mind to enliven Im2/Ur 1 truth. Secondly, opposition to ido l worship is not all it's cracked up to be. Ritual has origins in trying to wean people of attributing soul essence to the artistic configurations made fro m stones, living trees, and every material substance accessible to man's pliable ingenuity. Thirdly the catastrophic crisis of threatened extinction because o f imbalance in nature. Also (this editorial input) in the summer of 2016, I a m observing the ritual of mourning after my mother has deceased. We have many methods to believe the transfer of our thoughts to the deceased and vice versa. Death is a force beyond the realm of comprehensible, greater than nature, a force that can't be measured (no perceptible dimensions). Every element o f creation is imbued with the aspect of death, and it’s the parting anxiety that makes us want to grieve the loss of someone. A person needs to mourn in order for grief to run its course and once it has, the individual can reme mber the countenance of the departed while he or she pursues their natural course of life. 179