The Noble prize is awarded annually to a number of individuals, from an array of feilds, who have significately impacted our world. "The Prize", not only comes with a placard and presige but, also a nice liitle ck. This awards program was put into the last will and testement of a man that, one could easily argue, had the biggest(and loudest)impact on mankind both past and present and sadly on into the future. I believe this dying act was an attempt to appease the screaming quilt Gods that must of tormented his mind. You see, Alfred Nobles invention, has capibilities to both excite and eliminate mankind....... TNT. So, Today as we celebrate our Independence as a nation we should look at what role Alfred Noble played and plays in both fighting for our Independence and today celebrating it. FLASH....BOOM! FLASH....BOOM! Flickering lights.....then Rada tat tat. The exilerating commencement of a 4th of July fireworks display or a terrifing volley, confirmation that the enemies have engaged and the battle has begun? Either way, one could say that the theater and the stage have remained the same, But the play you are seeing now, and the act to follow, lying on your blankets, is much more tame. Boston was ground zero for the Revolutionary war. Boston harbour and the River Charles are quite a different today, From those turbulent, dark and bloody times that gave birth to Independence day! The shores of the river were lined that day with soldiers and their weapons. A massive build up Patriots and barrels of Nobels gun powder. Today its a half million spectators on blankets with coolers and thermoses filled with chowder. The sights couldn't be more different. Shores that once were lined with the dead and dying now are filled with Family, freinds and lots of babies crying. The sounds they hear are also vastly different. Today you hear the cheers of the crowds applauding the Boston Pops and a chorous of ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhs admiring the pirotectics display of Alfred invention! What was being heard back then I'm sure was hard to stomch. The sound of a soldier begging to die, to ascape the horrid pain in which his body lie. Ows and Os instead of ooos and ahhhs. Moaning and groaning and incoherant babbling...utterings that are common after batttle and much blunt force trauma. What a stark difgference and mix of sound, a young soldier boy tapping on a sole snare drum joins in with another trying in vain to keep tune while playing on a solitary fife. Now you here thunder of massive kettle drums, joined by horns made of brass and the artistry of someone with true command of a Grand... piano. As the symphony comes alive and I look around me and yonder ...I give thanks to those who faught, lived or gave the greatest gift there possibly be. Giving their life so others will have less strife! Here today I sit surrounded by the masses, once again feeling very alone. Together
.... but very Independant, Independant together! Lastly, I wonder if my writing would ever be shown, if instead of a keyboard, forced to use ink and a feather? HAPPY INDEPENDENCE FROM ALL THAT BINDS YOU.....SO YOUR LIFE CAN BE FOR YOU MORE TRUE! Love JORAM

I took a walk today on the busy streets of NewYork, and found myself lost in unchartered lands of mans exsistence. My intentions started out simple enough, to get a little excerise, stretch my legs and give my mind a break. Like a tag team of wrestlers that never enter the ring togther. While I write and think my body sits at rest. This walk will be different. The weather for this Sunday(the name holds true today but, Why do we have a Sunday and no Rainday?) could't have been orderd any better. It was a fair day. Cool air tempatures combined with the warm rayes from the sun wear well together. As angry as Mother Nature is at all of us, she still can't help herself from providing a day like this. Maybe, she wants us to have a clear picture of what we once had...I am surrounded by people, yet I feel very alone. I find it funny how the only time I don't feel alone, is when I am...It's a busy street with many people out enjoying a Sunday off. Like me they are searching for distractions that will allow their minds to coast a bit while getting some excersise for the body. Hopefully it will be enough to keep them focused as they climb the ladder and over come the many hurdles life will throw in their paths as they pass From a mundane Monday to will it ever end wensday and on to a frantic friday. I first saw smiles and a mass of beings giving off the impression of a happy exisistence. But, As I looked closer I saw something and felt something that screamed of contidiction. I had never seen it quite so clear before. They were not happy. They all appeared hunched over, as if burdend with the weight of the world added to that of thier world. It all most appears too much for their frames to take. Most people exsist in this precarious state. A weight just barely able to be carried. Their grimaces contorted to form a smile, the same smile everyone has. The faces and actions were carefully orcastrated to hide their true identity and mask their real feelings. We have been made to believe that this is the way. That while we are out in public, we are not to reveal our real emotions. Why is that? We are told not to wear your emotions on our sleeves, where they can be seen by others, big boys don't cry, never let them see you sweat. Most pass each without even the slightest acknowledgement of each others presence. If eye contact is made, a nod or a standard smile is exchanged. A smile that is always carried when you leave the privacy and security of your home to venture out. Like an umbrella next to the door to be carried when rain is possible. I thought of a busy ant city and realized they are constanly passing signals back and forth. Crossing paths with another and ignoring their exsistance is just not done. They are not putting a false face on. No, animals have not been taught to hide their emotions. They do not respect nor understand the concept of "personal space". Just watch two dogs crossing paths. They get about friendly as one could get.. placeing their noses in a place you and I consider high up the scale of person spaces. Why not embrace those moments when we are forced by confinment to share "personal space" those usually uncomfortable moments when we are confused because we are not shown how to handle them, like being in an elevator with someone, both staring up at the numbers so they wont have to acknowledge the other. By making eye contact we would be forced to speak, that smile we took with us when we left the house wont cut it, this up close and personal. "That" smile and a nod would only increase the uneasiness. So we are forced by "strangeness" to speak. The less the better, so the obligatory "hello" and if feeling bold enough "how are you?" is utterd and then mimiced as if in the presence of a parrot. It's the idea "familiarity breeds contempt" why not, "familiarity breeds content"? Take that brief moment of time in shared personal space and learn something about someone else?..... You may just learn something about yourself in the process.

Universal positioning system- We all strive to understand who we are and how we relate to the unverse. We begin to search for a frame of refernce at a young age and that search will ultimately help formulate self perception. It will do this how ever without ever being able to place your self on a defined spot. No, we can not locate where we are and we must accept that and understand the concept if we are ever to understand who we are. I too have wasted time of thought on that very issue. I asked my self, "How am I to find out how and why I am here? I thought, I must know where I am, relitive to other cosmic entities, first. I struggled with this, as I am sure others have, my entire life up untill a few years ago. I now understand that I/We will never have that difinitive place. How can one place themselves on a map of the universe, when in order to do that you must first find the center. How does one find the center, or middle, of something that has no beginning or end? It is impossible....Now, that also allows each and everyone of us to go on living/thinking as if (WE) are each the center of the universe. If everything in front of me is the same distance as everything behind me then I have just reason to say I stand in the middle, same for everything to my left and right... you understand? The reality or fact is we are all centers of our own universes! This is how I began to formulate my new discovery. I have given it a name and believe it should be listed with all the other "laws" of science. I first wrote about it in a previous post here on my blog, but have been working to understand it since I was old enough to question that which I'm told is true. It's called The Law of Infinite Possibilities-That which is possible is thereby guarenteed Or that which CAN happen WILL happen. If something has even the most minute probability that it could happen, then taking into consideration, the basis for my law, that it will have an unlimited number of attempts or chances to happen(without limits of time and space) then........ It is sure to happen! Just understand and accept that there is no way to tell when it will happen. But, the randomness of the actions and interactions of universe could still produce a place like Earth because it has forever and has had forever the time to allow all that was required to happen to be where and who we are today....I pose a question to the reader...If there is a lottery held that would require the winner to pick 1000 numbers or lets say 100,000 numbers... no better yet ONE MILLION numbers drawn exactly as you choose them on your ticket, would it be within the relm of possibilities that there would be a winning ticket or even two or three that would have to split the prixe

HERE ARE TWO POEMS THAT WE EXCHANDED A COUPLE OF YRS BEFORE HE EMBARKED ON HIS FINAL CRUISE, VOYAGE THROUGH ENTERNITY. "TO MY SON ON HIS BIRTHDAY"....."Cinco de MAYO," the fifth of may, Is a very special Echeles Day-The day I finally had a son; Amongst many daughters, the only one. For 35 years, without a break, I always found the time to take, to be with you on your birth day, An annual Echeles holiday. But this year, nineteen ninty six I found myself in an aweful fix- There was no way I could get away.. to be with you on your birthday. And this year, more than ever before, there is so much I am thankful for; A tower of strength without exception, you've aided your pap's resurrection. You're there when I need you -what a delight- Just goes to show we raised you right! But more than that, it proves to me, When push comes to shove, you're there for me. As I was always there for you- And now I say, "merci beau coup!" The ultimate joy will never stop of being your proud and loving pop. TO MY ONLY DAD('tis a wise man who knows his own father," M.Twain) Now that you enter your 76th year, as you do when you turn seventy 75, It's time you too lend me a cognizant ear. For some words of praise from the one who'll keep the name Echeles alive(Oops that my have to be adjusted slightly-2008) It soon will be plain to see, a poet I was not born to be(maybe slight adjustment here also 2008) Although I'm not the most articulate lad, A birthday poem I must make for dad. You've taught me some valuable lessons in life and I recently hinted about taking a wife. You've always been there through the good and the bad, I guess thats the meaning of being a good dad. You've been there when into a Florida jail I did bounce(I swear dad, It was ONLY an ounce!) You've become a frequent flyer, just to see my smiling face, and told me many funny stories, like the Sam DeStefano case. So, look around this table at what you've had to raise.... FOR THIS FEAT ALONE YOU DESERVE A WORLD OF PRAISE! Try not to think of faraway lands and the place you could have frequented, had you not had to spend all that money, on schools, camps and places we've rented. So let me just say I'm greatful for all that you have done. And know I'm the proudest to have been your only son. To have had a dad like you has truely been a joy I must say..... So, I hope you have the happiest of Birthday! Love, Sonny-boy

HAPPY "DAD'S" DAY IS NOT THE SAME AS HAPPY FATHERS DAY. TO BECOME A "FATHER" REQUIRES VERY LITTLE COMMITMENT, SACRIFICE OR EFFORT(unfortunately for women, effort varies between very little to none at all) AND IN TURN, RECIEVE ONLY A MOMENT OF HAPPINESS(also unfortunately for women, can very in duration) BUT, TO BECOME A "DAD" REQUIRES A LIFETIME OF COMMITMENT, SACRIFICES AND EFFORT, AND IN TURN RECIEVE A LIFE-TIME OF ENJOYMENT! If you were to look up the definition and desciption of what it takes to make that transition from father to dad you would find a picture of great friend of mine, his name is Terrence Horan and he has not only made that transition but has devouted his life to perfecting(he has a lil tendency to do that with everything)the role of DAD! HAPPY DAD'S DAY TERRY! Please ck out the videos in the comment section of ILLUMINATION GUY'S THAT WILL HELP REMIND US ALL OF WHAT TODAY MEANS.