what shall we make of this?

It's a bar code, so aliens can read the price of wheat from space.

It's in Braille for blind aliens. X

REALLY big blind aliens

Them Munks been out trying to Cultivate again I see...


Hog

Gasp! It's the same as the voyager pic! We have met them and they is us!

no wonder that bread is so expensive. they keep wrecking the wheat crops and driving up the prices.

Why do they have brail on drive up ATM's??

It's a highly magnified (not Magnafide) picture of the intricate borings of a cigar beetle on acid. This is an old pic by the way...possibly late 60s to early 70s?

Rick, one of the top researchers of the crop circle phenomenon is a frequent guest on the Coast-to-Coast AM radio program every night. Her name is Susan Molton Howe (or Howell - not certain of the spelling.) Curious.

That is, the show is on every night, overnight. Susan is not on every night.

"If you build it, Rick will post."

bud451

and you will be exposed to things you never dreamed of.

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy"

When the human race finally develops a vehicle that will allow us to travel to other gallaxys, I hope we don't bend a few corn stalks and leave.

I thought you needed a crop. to call it a crop circle?

Mag

Rick??? you lost me here.... What is that in your Post?? Heaven?? Please Explain...
I am curious of your thoughts on Heaven???

Hog

usahog

i don't know where i lost you, my original post or my response to bud?

in regards to heaven. if you mean after death we will be someplace and be aware of ourself. i doubt it. one of the ideas that affect us is the knowledge of our own mortality. our egos make us think we should live forever.

a number of books have been written that describe the brain as it dies. the shutting down of the synapses, the reason for the light at the end of the tunnel. when the brain no longer functions, what many call the soul ceases to exist. the "soul" is simply the byproduct of the electrical energy in the brain manifesting itself in conscious thought.

shut down the circut and you no loner are, you aren't.