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B"H reco mmendation to the mayor of Arad, Israel about a self - propagating Alternative Energy Project called Solar Power ! Educational, Vocational, industrial, and econo mic f actor for development of urban residential environments. Many of these thoughts have been recorded while I was flying in a jet back to Israel. Being I AM, gives me liberty to e mphasize that the importance of this journey is that everything contained in the occurrence of each mo ment includes the entirety of one's journey through life. It doesn't hurt to remind the reader the obverse is also true. When we look at ourselves fro m the perspective of time past, imagining in our minds something to do with future time, the center point of our thought is the here and now. I AM at every mo ment is consideration of EM connectivit y to all the people in every location during th e amazing and inconceivable span of past, present, and future. Well, we see how important anyo ne of could ever be at any given mo ment. Less tha n a speck of dust, that serves to transport a mite! We generate soul essence as a form of passage rites into eternity, like a flashlight being turned on and off simultaneously. The idea is to blend in as an entity a mongst others that complete me in the I AM egosphere. The fact of a mo ment ago no longer exists where I AM defines the now. How does a person detached fro m physical dimensions identify with existence? I have this philosophical inheritance fro m my father that I must express gratitude to, and replenish the universe for the advantages I have eked out of it. I visited points hither and tither in Safrascity during the time I spent in the city, transporting myself to a distant viewpoint barely visible th rough a deep fog that made it hard for me to see particularities in occurrence. My bones were rattling like those of a skeleton in a closet in one of those old-time horror movies. The screen flashes to a view of my past hidden within the closet while eerie music is sounded in the background; and as the bones begin to shake rattle and roll, the lens focused on the white outline of the face, eyes, and teeth tra mpled with fear. An artist draws a canvas to express his inner worth, but we associate the same to external praise. The art of life is to create from within internal expansion uniquely into oneself and hoeing out the soil for the joy of creative productivity. As a lone entit y inexplicably part of the wholeness which can't be denied if only because of its immensity, and also defined by the duration of time 65