We live in the third dimension, above the second and below the ever allusive fourth. Being three dimensional we can pass through two dimensional beings just as they can pass through one dimensional beings. Inturn, this means that four dimensional objects can pass through us.
Now take that and think, so you ever feel a chill in the middle of the night? Or an unexplained feeling in the middle of an empty hallway? Many people and television shows suggest these feelings are ghosts or spirits connecting with us. I take this as them passing through us. Which makes them fourth dimensional beings trying to communicate with us.
So are ghosts just inhabitants of the fourth dimension? Is the fourth dimension where we go after we die? If only there was a way we could pass through them.
I'm curious as to what do you have in mind for your future? I'm speaking in terms of a profession.
A job where I can travel, live abroad, and make enough money to keep my parents out of a nursing home is the ideal job. Currently, I am interested in International Buisness and/or Relations. Though I would also be open to working with Doctors Without Borders because of a lifelong fascination with skin and the human anatomy.
It boggles me that with all of the push for education in this country that it is so hard to further your own. I have tried to advance my language studies by taking a class at the local community college. Well more like trying to take a class. This is what has happened so far during this adventure.
I called the campus to register for the class. They told me I first must apply and then once I receive an email with my acceptance I could register. I apply and a week goes by with no email. I call back and they tell me that as soon as you apply, you are accepted. Shocker. So then, I try to register for the class again but no, I must have a form signed by my parent and the principal of my high school. Fantastic.
I get the form and my mother signs it and then I take it to my school for them to sign but the principal is on vacation and won’t be back to sign it for a while. 5 days later, I come back to get the signed form but I am informed that the form needed to be dropped off at the campus two weeks prior to the beginning of classes. Classes begin next week, I got the completed form yesterday, and I am going to the campus today with it.
Looking up at them is like seeing creamer dilute in a blue cup of coffee. Whereas looking down on them makes them appear as icebergs in uncharted waters. They slowly float along and crash into each other. Full of fluff, they swirl in the atmosphere and dance about the Earth.
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On days when you’re not sure whether it is going to rain or not, I tend to go to the library.
I usually start out in the CDs looking for any band that I like or has an interesting album cover. There is no order to these discs because they have been moved around so much by passer-byers. As a result I found Dave Mathew’s Band next to Band of Horses in the Smooth Jazz section. But ‘tis more fun that way because you often find little treasures that you wouldn’t regularly find if you only looked in the “Alternative” or “Rock” section.
Then to the language tapes because there’s always something to listen to there.
My brother can be found in the Young Adult (notice the contradiction?) section and so I often look around there too for any books that seem to call out with a bright orange cover or maybe a one word title, I like those.
There is also a “Teen Activities” section there. Today I found a book called World of Geekcraft in which it tells you how to make a necklace out of old watch parts and mini-Star Wars world in old honey jars.
The Stacks is where they keep all the old newspapers and magazine from years past. It is located in the back in a compact, dark, chilly room with multiple aisles containing hundreds of catalogs. I usually find my mother here in-between two rows reading an old issue of Vogue or Politico. I’ll pick up a New Yorker or two sometimes just to see what “we’re going in another direction” really ment on thse rejection letters.
Before checking out I always do the trivia give away. This week it is Star Wars trivia asking about the homelands of all of the creatures; I nailed it. Hopefully they pull my ballot!
Go to the library, it’s a whole other world waiting to be read.