Why only two opinions to every issue?

Why only two political parties?

Two genders?

Why only left and right?

Right and wrong?

Good and bad?

Green and ripe?

I prefer  red white and blue.

Words that rhyme with orange.

And  twenty kinds of potato chips.

Kissing the lips of the women I loved and

Every kind of candy imaginable.

Think about it.







The Man Who Knew Infinity (film)

“At the turn of the twentieth century, Srinivasa Ramanujan is a struggling and indigent citizen in the city of Madras in India working at menial jobs at the edge of poverty. While performing his menial labor, his employers notice that he seems to have exceptional skills at mathematics and they begin to make use of him for rudimentary accounting tasks. It becomes equally clear to his employers, who are college educated, that Ramanujan’s mathematical insights exceed the simple accounting tasks they are assigning to him and soon they encourage him to make his personal writings in mathematics available to the general public and to start to contact professors of mathematics at universities by writing to them. One such letter is sent to G.H. Hardy, a famous mathematician at Cambridge University, who begins to take a special interest in Ramanujan.” WIKIPEDIA.



I have watched this DVD film twice now, not because I am a mathematician but because of the way this character apparently received his information throughout his lifetime. Though his mathematical insights eventually proved to be correct they did not arrive in his mind as problems to be solved; they were received in their completed form as inspirations, in much the same manner as artists and scientists throughout history have done.

As Srinivasa pleaded for understanding by trying to explain that these inspirations were gifts from God, I shivered as I remembered using similar words to explain my own mystical adventures.

(I am an agnostic and I say essentially the same thing.)

When my own inspirations begIn, I feel as though there is a circular opening above my head through which flow these ideas – a shower of information from another world.

Sometimes these unnatural experiences last  for only a minute or so and l start writing them down in a pocket-sized spiral notebook or by typing  in OFFICE WORD, perhaps spending an hour or even a day or more editing the results.






Don’t be upset

It’s a con job you know

A moment of pretense

A short picture show

Or even a soap

With action galore

Of course soaps can be slippery

One could land on the floor

One could land on their knees

Perhaps even say “please,

I can’t take this any more”.

I’m not really angry

It’s a con job you know.

Could you give me a hand

Help me back to my feet?

I have a friend I would like you to meet

It is I.

It is I.

It is I.

From: An Amo and Curio Olio. A Folio of Prose and Poesy by Lee Broom


And There You Have It.

Voice of  Dissension: I an Atheist.

Voice of Inquisition:  Do you believe in LOVE?

Voice of Dissension: Certainly, I love my family.

Voice of Inquisition:  Do you believe that LOVE is Unconditional?

Voice of Dissension:  Absolutely.

Voice of Inquisition:  Would you agree that every living thing has a reason for everything it does?

Voice of Dissension:  Hmm.


TWO VERY ILLOGICAL REMARKS and one kinda-sorta.

Atheist: The lack of Evidence is evidence. Ergo God does not exist.

Believers: There must be a God.

Agnostic: Only the Agnostic can discover God (if God exists).