There isn't really a muse thread.

The weight of one’s thoughts. Are they light as a feather or heavier then lead? How much wear do they entail? How much effort is required of them? It seems as if thinking should be much easier.

BUT IT IS!

WHENEVER LIFE GETS SO COMPLICATED THAT IT BECOMES ALMOST UNTANABLE, there is a very easy device.

Simplify it to the minimum to an unimaginable depth, where lost spirits merge on a level of mist and elemental vapour.

What happens then, and it only happens when You had all prerequisites down , such as bereavement , loss of companionship, loss of mobility, all loss of hope for a better tomorrow, loss of afterlife, then , then , a chasm opens up , a gigantic abyss, a frothy bewilderment, of total negation aeterna, followed by a union of harmony.

Thought be one traces in ancient sand markings and the sky descends to cover all failing.

The texture of time covers where you were the one who watched them pass before you an army of shuffling ghosts remembering when it will be you they are saying farewell to.

Gravity.

Tell me about it.

An apple just hit me on the head, hope this time not for real, not that it ever literally did.

But not to trivialize it, imagine the energy when using it for matters that can successfully utilize it’s astounding force of will!

Someone once warned me that the unitiniated better be very careful, for fear of being crushed.

Well it sort of has to do more with the notion of grave thoughts, added to the notion of the weight (gravity) of those thoughts, and what it might do to one’s psyche carrying them around for a long while, and includes the two meanings for the word gravity.

And let’s not forget about the third which tries to uplift the weight of the attempt to placate two into one.

The lightness of the heart, lest it appears to trivialize it becomes it’s own burdensome load, and hurl it down with Sysyphys into myth.

Then, it forms a sort of religious icon of accepted refrain from anything but humble tolerance of the waste of energy involved.

Ouch!

Got a reference for that definition? I have not attempted, through placation(?), to turn two, into one. Both meanings are relevant in context and distinct.

They are , but can be used interchangeably, whereby they have similarity, yet possess identity.
The identifiable similarity has some epoch which extended symbolism toward a higher , more extended level to incorporate both epochs.

I may even be bold to suggest a point at which such epochs differentiated existential use from the roots of it’s very origin.(dasein)

This idea may be furtive and sourced on intuition, but it may be worth to look at it. I do not think that both contextual differences originated on the same level.

Later I will look into it, or maybe You could?

What?

Gravity can be used two distinct ways, but the word came from a single root.

The intention, was probably not use in two fold manner in two distinct contexts. At some point added connotation developed.

That is my hypothetical which I did not have time to research, as not even now, but may have time later.
A grave matter is a serious matter, as related to gravity, whereas a heavy object does possess the same, albeit
an effective reaction to a pulling force of gravity.

From Thesaurus: comes this:

The word gravity comes from a Latin word that means “heavy.” Its first meaning in English was “seriousness and dignity.” It was first used as a scientific term for the force that causes objects to have weight in 1641.

The different contexts are separable , inducted through the passage of time , the meaning and use are not really separate in the sense of syntax but in the use of the word in different contexts.

The same meaning , ‘heavy’ pertains to both uses, for all uses stream from the same word. That the appear contextually different is also a misnomer, because as ’ heavy’ is applied into different uses, it bears the identical meaning.

How is that? The heaviness of anything can change the contextual quality, and not the other way around.

We can apply ‘grave’ to any intended association, thereby declaring it into as many effects as we are intent on doing. Some have become conventional meaning direct to the original Mean ing, others may become unconventional .

If I were to say that a flower had a certain gravity about it, as it hung sadly from lack of sunlight, such would appear totally discordant from ordinary conventional sense of the usage, but it will still retain the similarity to the word. The context need to have adapted the characteristic similar to the conventional one, where ‘grave’ is associated with a conscious solemnity. However such inconsistency will not negate the use from the definition of primary meaning.

New Muse.

Getting along with my fellow planeteers.

Am I nuts? What’s a ventilator? A set of bellows a couple of valves and a power source. Shit sounds sort of like a furnace without the heat. Couple of boards and hinges, some plastic bags and tubes and hot melt glue and a volunteer or three to man it. Free food to exercises. Flutter valves in combination and a piston, a human driven air compressor for ventilation.

Funny I went to fleet farm to buy vegetable seed. It was on sale and there was plenty, bought a couple of window box planters and potting soil; on sale. Passed through the guns and ammo department. Lines were long at the counter to register to buy a gun and the shelves were empty of ammo. Dumb.

So can’t breath come to me, nothing to eat come to us. We’ll make sure there is air to breath and food to eat and any help would be appreciated.

No guns or ammo required.

Bailing out the airline industry is nuts. Let them go under, and lay off their employees. We can feed them and keep us breathing without having to pay for the overhead of a corporate structure to keep it running. Who’s been doing it all along anyway??

It seems to boil down to the notion of, are we in this together or, is it every man for himself. Witness the result of each. They will end up in equilibrium like always, but make the choice just for kicks all the same.

I have hated you all and have loved you too. And visa versa, That’s nuts. In the all for one camp. Yeah!

I mean it’s a couple of liters of air. How much effort does it take to move that around? Pull up as you inhale push down as you exhale, and you are pretty much simulating what a human requires to breath.
Creating a pressure differential.

If you have a bicycle pump you’ve got the makings for a respirator.

A better mask.

A face mask that isolates ones eyes nose and mouth from the virus. It’s only known points of entry. Two one way valves, one in and one out, passing both incoming breath and out going exhalation through open cell foam disinfectant filters.

Prevent the virus from getting into a host to reproduce, and if infected prevents the virus from leaving the host capable of reproduction.

I am a clever bloke, best not come to me claiming what is ours is yours, as capitalists and robbers tend toward doing. I am just barely smart enough to fuck shit up.

Most certainly in the us camp, as long as “us” means you do not make the mistake that ours is yours.

And if push would come to shove a bellows is a ventilator. Provide as mush oxygen as you can. Let the lungs natural elasticity do the exhaling, or if two are present the second could compress the chest manually in rhythm. Inhale, exhale.