November 2015

Light

Twas morning, yet it became morning again;

Then light became light;

White smile, as snow-white;

Thus a pull, long as a pool;

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Feel free to call it luck

It’s some hours past midnight and am still coding, listening to some cool relaxing music and preaching’s and I suddenly got struck. Struck buy reality. It hit me real hard like a thunder. I remembered how hard am looking for a job. That was just one of my worry. In fact the only worry I had. Of course am confident that I will get one, but have I thanked God for at least half of what I have. How many were we born, I bet a promise that more than 10 that were born around the time I was born are dead, others blind, others paralyzed, others have just given up in life, others don’t even know what to care about in life, some others are behind me in education, others are sick, others don’t have food…..the list can go on and on, to a point where any logical and statistical mind can make an unexpected conclusion that something has influence in how we and why we live. Feel free to call it luck, if only you can tell me luck from who? Or its fate only if you can explain why me…

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Environmental genetics

This is a personal observation, and experience…

I have come to an almost definite and profound conclusion that we, humans, including other living creatures, can and have absorb genetic characteristics from our environment to help us adapt.

Case study 1

Two girls, (one quit brown, and the other relatively dark) join the same college, they are given the same room, they become best friends, and then they are always together taking meals, walking, hiking, and do lots of other staff together. After several years, the dark girl starts to turn chocolate heading to dark-brown. Then they start looking alike in facial expressions, and several other things. The only reasonable explanation is that the dark girl must have envied to be brown, and that need and desire to fit necessitated the need for genetic change.

Case study 2

Wife and husband look alike after staying together for so long…

Case study 3

Two academically intelligent parents are very likely to give birth to an academically talented kid…

Case study 4

A young adopted son, or daughter resembles their mother or father after some years…

 

Case study 5

An infant can precisely identify her mother by smell.

 

Conclusion

It is very likely that a species can absorb genetic characteristics they desperately desire from their environments, and it’s also possible that a species can release genetic characteristics to the environment.

 

…TO BE CONTINUED…

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Where CSS3 box-shadow property saves…

Creating double border

You can easily create a double border with box-shadow property simply by doing this…

box-shadow:0 0 0 2px #2A0D0D, 0 0 0 4px #cf8a05;

border

 

Stripping HTML elements with all borders

If you know what is stripping something like a button, you realize that setting unequal borders results to an ugly element, so you can use box-shadow property

box-shadow: -5px 0 0 0 #39579b;

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Comfort in self

Sometime ago, not a long time ago, Bornface was as he still is. He was quiet, noble, modest and always desired perfection. Bornface himself was very careful and keen to very small details of life that most people consider a necessary risk. Bornface never wanted to break the big don’ts of life, but he always considered an exceedingly too much of humility and kindness to be a safe side to incline. Generally, Bornface always, or most of the times wanted to appear a little foolish. As others looked and craved to be noticed, he got his satisfaction from assisting someone and going unnoticed, but he also felt a so much deep thirst to be appreciated. He wanted to be something. Something like oxygen, not so much talked about, but means life.

Bornface wanted and desired to do the things that others found impossible! His desire for helping could make him weep inside just by seeing how helpless a so strong bull is being slaughtered. He imagined, “what did I give to deserve to be born a human, conscious of myself. This bull doesn’t even know what’s about to happen. It has never did anything intentionally with interior motive to hurt anyone, but it’s being killed….the world is unfair!!!” But immediately he finished meditating on that, a memory, long lost in the high school backup file fades in. How he answered one class-mate when that class mate tried to convince him how life is unfair. “(As they were leaving the Christian union on Sunday…)…you see Bornface, life is very unfair. How can… (His friend wanted to continue but was cut short sharply). Life is fair, because life is from God, and God is fair…” Bornface spoke like one with a divine confirmation.

Expectedly, Bornface had a more closed personality, besides weird. He was more focused to the “half empty” part of the glass! He was more disturbed by curiosity of what’s he doesn’t know, and why he doesn’t know. He, sometimes, wondered what’s not I the bible than what’s in the bible. Weird as it sounds, Bornface couldn’t just help my why he don’t, or can’t know everything. He very well understood the fact that no one can naturally comprehend everything, but he made every effort to know what he thought was important to know, (according to him…).

…TO BE CONTINUED

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“Alone”

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

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The Perfect Prototype

It heals, when it feels, because it fulfills;

A space, in a place, of grace;

This restriction, of a conviction, thus much crucifixion;

A reign, of chain, like Cain;

 

Twas first, and fast, but cursed;

A moment, in a pavement, of torment;

If only time, could sublime, so I could mime;

Now it’s a sin, to be seen, in the scene;

 

As sure, as pure, was the cure;

A phantom, even Adam, couldn’t fathom;

Like a bread, from a friend

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