baththub

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Bathtubs in London are shaped, in their peculiarly Victorian style with floating contours, I think they were made in this way to be inviting, even though the toes, may say otherwise. The style of Bathtubs seems to have got standardised all around the planet after years of Hygiene Promotion Campaigns by all them Hygiene Nazis. The markets in their ever more drive to expand into new territories have now appointed a new Shower Tzar to beat off the competitions from bathtubs.

 

 

But the intrigue of the day �" there are at least two ways to be intrigued; because of the ways of the world;  those intriguing due to their vastness grandeur and openness, projecting their luminosity into my world. Then there are those minuscule littles that keep posing the same query over and over making denial and dismissal impossible  - this is intrigue as if a matter of the external world of  mine with own posturing, grandeur, insecurity, vantage, ego; all are there and do conflate and define how I measure the scale of the things outside of me, ready for intrigue.

 

 

 

The latest in physics has been some charts to measure the luminosity, of various places on cosmos, and the assessed potential for life, as ratio of what is detectable by a potential life out there. Almost like the; “if a tree falls and no one is there to hear it does it ....” on the cosmic scale....   Working backwards, there seems to be a constant ratio going back to Big Bang on how bright and detectable the world is and how much life it can generate. But then in some parts of the world there is more luminosity to tickle the consciousness, and supposedly there are some places that may have life, but are very very dark ( by electromagnetic measures).

 

 

 

I would not write off the potential of darker parts of this cosmos having life supporting intellect, if anything; on earth the potential for viewing lots of stars  at nights tends to run counter for a potential to developing a realist critique of the world, ,. Just think of Nordic cloudy skies at nights and its fixations with the imperious desire to observe the real and do real experiments on the minuscule scale.

 

 

 

Any time I look up to the sky at night, in the dessert, or on mountain top, by memory or live, Middle East or Just outside of LAX, it becomes so overwhelming. But some do in actual fact play the - reveres intrigue game - put pen and paper together and define contours and measures and trajectories - thus work backwards as to how it all could have got to here by its momentum. 

 

 

 

Talking of the, contours, measures and trajectories - heavenly bodies are not the only intrigue with such potential, I do recall my relationships of the - new past - hiding in the closets and luggage of my own current tempo. Truly recall heavenly body yet so earthly, but only to me as the leftover teen in me mesmerised, only racing as to which of us will be out of this relationship next, hardly a matter of dispute or worthy of attention as with time one side eventually was out of the intrigue. . .