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Black Box Analisis
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Oct 13, 2009 7:38 pm
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Black Box Analysis
There is a thought process that is often used in analyses of different sort on a regular basis and yet, we each do the
same thing on a smaller scale quite often. It is a way of concentrating your efforts on a specific problem or agenda
where you are trying to discover one or more unknowns by identifying and putting to use those things that you do
know.
To give a simplistic example we could take a look at a pencil trimmer and consider it as our black box.....now, this
assumes that we have never seen the inner workings of a pencil trimmer.
1) Our main and first observation would be as to what it appears like from the outside...a handle (manual) and a hole
in the opposite end coincidentally the size of a pencil.
2) We can also notice all the things that it isn't and factor those things into our thinking. For instance, it doesn't
generate sound or heat or cold or light and more and each of those things tell us something.
3) So, us being curious, we insert a pencil and turn the handle. We hear some noise...feel pressure on the pencil to rotate
and the pencil getting shorter. We also notice that the sounds and feels are different when turning the handle in one
direction than it is in the other.
4) And then....tada...we remove the pencil and notice the before and after difference.
From that we can conclude a few things....
a) there must be something in there that is harder than wood.
b) there must be something that cuts...
c) and cuts in the shape of the end of the pencil.
d) the cutter must rotate directionally
Upon further testing we notice that we don't get the same results with
a
licorice stick
a copper wire
or a soda straw....
So, in short....
and upon using our intellect and logic we can actually determine the inner workings without actually having
laid eyes upon the inner workings.
Now, I used a pencil trimmer to be simple...the same can be applied to almost anything...
a car
a radio
a human body
the universe
BC
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The Greatest Man I Never Knew
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Oct 12, 2009 8:23 pm
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It seems that in today's world the divisions between men and women are so rampant that a form of acceptance is there. But when there is a distance between a parent and child or a child to a parent it is indeed a different sort of 'distance'. And if the parent or the child passes on before that rift is repaired then there becomes a void that can never be filled.
If your parent is still living....don't wait....heal the scars even if it is you that needs to take the lead....even if it should be their place to do so....
Now is the time for healing the scars upon the land...
The greatest man I never knew
Lived just down the hall
And everyday we said hello
But never touched at all
He was in his paper
I was in my room
How was I to know he thought I hung the moon
The greatest man I never knew
Came home late every night
He never had too much to say
Too much was on his mind
I never really knew him
And now it seems so sad
Everything he gave to us took all he had
Then the days turned into years
And the memories to black and white
He grew cold like an old winter wind
Blowing across my life
The greatest words I never heard
I guess I'll never hear
The man I thought could never die
S'been dead almost a year
He was good at business
But there was business left to do
He never said he loved me
Guess he thought I knew
written by r leigh and l martine
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This Moment...yes, this moment right here...you have something that you have Never had before...
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Oct 12, 2009 4:42 pm
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This Moment...yes, this moment right here...you have something that you have Never had before...
The Present.
And it is also a present...
It's like being a kid in an arcade with all those golden tokens...Look around and just
imagine all of the ways you can use that token....that little moment...
You can lift someone up....or tear them down...
You can plan for the best ....or conive for the worst...
You can repair the fabric of the universe...or rip new holes...
You can share in life...or help to foster death...
Hey....you can even put the token in your pocket...
and do nothing.
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Teach Me to Pray....
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Oct 11, 2009 8:00 pm
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For myself, I like knowing the stories as to why a song was written....maybe you do as well. This one doesn't have a story story, but a method story.
A good songwriting friend of mine and I were talking about writing and singing one day. I was telling him that I could see something in his work that I couldn't quite put my finger on. We kept talking and I eventually realized what it was. He was speaking of his son not quite yet being able to go down deep inside himself and write or sing about what he finds there.
And that was it....this man had written quite a few recognizable songs...one that I think everyone who speaks English can sing along with.....he had that ability to go down deep...past the false faces...past the barriers that we all put up.
And so I remembered that when I wrote this that I had done that as well...it is actually a prayer and not a public one that is prayed for all to hear.
I think I have posted it on someone's blog once, but never posted it on a page of its' own.
TEACH ME TO PRAY
Jesus, o Jesus....I've come now Alone...
cause I'm weary of knowing...this World's not my Home...
i've done all the things...that You've bade me do...
now, I long for to rest...and abide beside You....
Jesus, o Jesus...I'm tattered and torn..
from the want to be near You.....and the place I was born...
I'd empty my heart...if I could find Your way..
so I groan deep inside...Lord, Teach Me to Pray..
Teach me to pray...like You did on the cross..
Teach me to Pray...for the sake of the Lost...
Teach me to Pray...to be a light for men...
o, Teach me to Pray...Til this Journey may End
Jesus, O Jesus...I'm ragged and worn....
my strength has escaped me...and my spirit's forlorn....
It's tempting to hide...in the Light of Your word
but the Captives are Waiting...who have still not Heard...
Teach me to Pray...like You did on the cross..
Where You gave of Yourself...for the sake of the Lost...
Teach me to Pray...to be a light for men...
o, Teach me to Pray...til this Journey may end...
Teach me to Pray...Until the last Amen....
sonDance
09-07-02
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You probably don't Want to know This...
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Oct 10, 2009 7:29 pm
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A few months back I was concerned about newcomers observing the way some of the "debates" were being conducted....but that problem is now on the back burner.
Try this/......go to bee cee homepage before logging in....click on blogs. There will be a search box for username and text. You can key in your username or anyone's. Under text you can put in your name or Jesus' name or any word you want and then look at the header at the top of the page that then comes up. Right below it will be your picture and mine and the blog headers.
This is what a newcomer will find.
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Diamonds and Dust
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Oct 10, 2009 10:26 am
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Diamonds and Dust
Well, it's a long long way to summertime....and the winter's a comin' on...
The smokestacks from the factories...ain't singing their smokey songs...
The fields are bare from the harvest.... that scarely gave up a yield...
But the bankers are sitting pretty....'cause schemin' is their best field...
The tourist come but they don't stay....there's nothin' here to see...
and The young folks here been asking..."Is this all there'll ever be...?"
The preachers cast their pearls each week while the stores keep comin' down
and the roads just go to holes, you know, on the other side of town...
I can't explain the nameless game
that keeps holdin' the upper hand..
But it comes and goes and somehow knows
the very fate of the workin' man...
And I can't describe how I feel inside
when hear of the Boom and Bust...
where the rich ones keep eatin' diamonds
while the poor folk keep eatin' dust..
The paper's got it's headlines...much like ..the day before..
The world's way off in the distance....and our boys got another score..
The little man with the unshaved beard keeps saying the End Is Near..
But he left his sign and his tip jar, too, to find him another beer...
I can't explain the nameless game
that keeps holdin' the upper hand..
But it comes and goes and somehow knows
every fate of the workin' man...
and I can't describe how I feel inside
when hear of the Boom and Bust...
where the rich ones keep eatin' diamonds
while the poor folk keep eatin' dust..
the rich ones eat those diamonds...
the poor folk are eatin' dust..
sonDance
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