Raw Activity with Black Holes and Leaves of Grass

I was just in the kitchen, washing and chopping fruits and vegetables, kitchen appliances out and all over the counter.. Kaiya comes in & says what are you listening to, what are you doing? "Oh,I am just learning Spanish, making some food (Mock Tuna & Mayo - recipe section from website) then going to write a blog, researching black holes, reading poetry ..laundry, cleaning (you know, the usual) before I head off to work.

I am so glad I am raw! ..but I have 15 min to write this blog before I head out. ..Here goes! :


When any mass, such as a star, becomes more compact than a certain limit, its own gravity becomes so strong that the object collapses to a singular point called a black hole.

A black hole has so few properties that it is completely described by only two numbers: its mass and its spin. Astronomers have been successful in measuring the mass of about 30 black holes, but the second fundamental property has been much more elusive.

They have just started to be able to calculate the spins of black holes. According to theory, it can have a maximum spin rate of 1,150 times per second.

There is a blackhole called the GRS 1915+105 which lies in our galaxy, in the Milky Way, 35,000 light years from Earth. Astronomers measurements indicate that the hole is spinning between 950 and 1,150 times per second - very close to the maximum.

I was just reading about this black hole - and because it is spinning at close to maximum theoretical speed, this close to our solar system, it has far-reaching implications for high-energy events in our universe.

Just another interesting observation.. but high-energy events and transformation is inevitable whether we know about blackholes, aliens, space or anything.. this is all just fun, just keeping open. :)


Poem from Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

23 - We two—how long we were fool’d!

We two—how long we were fool’d!
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;
We are Nature—long have we been absent, but now we return;
We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;
We are bedded in the ground—we are rocks;	5
We are oaks—we grow in the openings side by side;
We browse—we are two among the wild herds, spontaneous as any;
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together;
We are what the locust blossoms are—we drop scent around the lanes, mornings and evenings;
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals;	10
We are two predatory hawks—we soar above, and look down;
We are two resplendent suns—we it is who balance ourselves, orbic and stellar—we are as two comets;
We prowl fang’d and four-footed in the woods—we spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving overhead;
We are seas mingling—we are two of those cheerful waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting each other;	15
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious:
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness—we are each product and influence of the globe;
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again—we two have;
We have voided all but freedom, and all but our own joy.

Tiene un día maravilloso!!! ~Besos y Abrazos~