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Yes you did.  Thanks for responding.  A few weeks ago I figured out what gravity is and came to the conclusion that we live in a clear solution of water.  Gravity is common water pressure.  My mind has been overloaded so I've been doing a lot of writing.  I now have questions about what we call outer space.  It's late now so I'm going to paste some recent observations but I'd like to have some back and forth dialog.  Will you try to answer some questions?  What do you think of as 'space' and what do you think of as 'mass'?  Do you see space as the area between you and your stuff?  Is your stuff the mass?  do you see the ground and rocks of the earth as mass?  Do you think the earth is the ground and rocks with water as a part?  and does perception translate to outer space, that space is the area between the planets? Finally is space nothing?  Thanks, I'm including some writings below.

Declaration related to a Clear Solution.  I’ve allowed myself without anyone’s or institution’s permission to re-imagine the conceptual ‘space’ I experience.  I now imagine the ‘air’ as water.  I think of it as ‘breathing water’ being as solid and fluid as the water I can ‘see’ as a ‘part’ of the whole in the rivers and lakes and oceans.  We move in it the same way aquatic life move in their environment.  It is the conduit and connective tissue to all our sensory perception of our environment.   Sight, sound, smell, taste the sensation of temperature.  What we call wind resistance is water resistance that our optic nerve is calibrated not to see.  That's part of the joke.  THE SKY IS BLUE BECAUSE WE ARE WATER BABIES.  Who says God don't have a sense of humor?

Consideration as it relates to death if we are water babies.  If we are truly living in a clear solution of water like I envision, then death can be conceived more as a drop returning to the ocean.  It would make true that our loved ones are all around us all the time.  It also means that when we die we will certainly join our loved ones. It would also explain optical glitches we call ghosts.

Consideration about social pressures creating violence around us.  Any eyes that look at you are part of life, the Something.  If I’m looking at life to answer the question of where does ‘force’ come from, I want to know what is the Something part and what is the nothing part. Pure and simple.  I’m saying we live in a clear solution of water.  I experience it so I’m part of the Something.  That means that all ‘Life’ is part of the Something.  So if we start polarizing a unit of the ‘Something’ with an idea they are ‘nothing’ we are creating a timebomb.  It’s what we call depression. I suspect that a lot of suicide is driven by this pattern.  The more they reflect that they are nothing and the world is nothing the deeper the pressure grows and pressure creates force.  How many times do we see these mass shootings describe some marginalized individual trying to even the score?  Most.  Even in groups we see those patterns.  These balancing efforts are natural properties of water.   First we need to acknowledge that we are all in the Something, the next step is do I want to hang with you?  That should be our basic code of conduct for a free society.  And if you don’t like that, you’re free to go.

I started a story called A Clear Solution that may blow the doors off the theory of relativity and I am the Voice of God.  Here is an excerpt:

 A Clear Solution

God spoke, “I farted once and I noticed the Hubble was sniffing around My ass like My dogs; Sky, Blue, Thunder, Lightning and Fog.” God flipped them a treat and they wrestled eternal. “I love My Dogs!”

“Anyway” God said “I realized because water is time and because of our relational difference in the flow the Hubble was able to see my ass print in the water.  They took some pictures and called it a “Black Hole.”  They think my farts are really important to figuring something out about life.  I find it quite entertaining.  After I figured what they were up to I started posing.  Once I opened my mouth really wide and held real still and burped at it. That picture looks like a storm.  I couldn’t get Lightning to shut up so he’s in there too.  So all the best pictures at NASA are selfies of my farts and various Godly body functions."

God reflected.  “They’re putting a lot of effort into it.  They’re really curious about what’s up my ass so when they build better cameras I’ll have them do a full rectal exam, you know, for science.  I like science.  I’m on everyone’s team.  But what’s really funny is religion thinks science can’t prove I exist.  I mean what the hell do guys want from me?  I gave Stephen Hawking and all those guys whole careers talking about my ass prints and my farts and gases.  How awesome and silent and deadly they are.  I mean I am God, My farts are divine.”

God glanced over at Nature. “Mother thinks it borders on rude and disgusting but She knows I’m doing it for the kids.”  “And that’s another thing; they have pictures of My ass prints and farts and burps in books and on posters all over schools around the world.  Granted, it’s a lot more important and amazing to you than it is to Me.  It’s ordinary.  But, it’s another place where I AM and you can’t ‘see’ Me.  Forest for the trees.  But they worship them in amazement and rightly so.  They are images of Me.” God took a pause of irritation.  His dogs were barking.  “Calm down boys.”

“What was I talking about? Oh yeah, and just because some politician trying to save the world got a bug up their ass about if I’m real or not, thinks legislating to have the kids quit bothering me first thing in the morning means I’m not in the school.  WTF?  The literal condition of Me NOT being present means you would all have to exist in a single grain of sand.  I mean ‘in’ the grain, not on it.  NO LIFE! YOU WOULD NOT EXIST!  How about you guys prove to Me that you exist?  It makes as much sense to Me.”  “And come on.  Don’t you think if the kids were told the Truth they would be a lot more interested in science?  Why is that so hard to figure out?  It’s just fun.  I’m sure you’ll figure a way to tell them this is all fiction.  I can’t win with you guys.”

 >>Finally the bizarre thing is everything is really the same as it ever was.

Thanks

Don.