This reminds me of my discovery of Fractal Knockers in the Mandelbrot Set. Of course, it is also a sign associated with divine grace, indicating Whelp is On the Way. Note the sexy ribcage line running over Houston, Texas. At the time this happened I was trying to fix up "How" in the Erotic Hots Study Guide, and really began to attack a more rigorous diet somewhat as described in the Cloud Vision before this one. I might add that I had just paid a bill to New Jersey. In the Northwest in this scene we find the Ghost of Sir Isaac Newton, who is watching over me, showing a big wig like he commended to students of the "Cal-Q-lust" and Tally-Ho mathematics in his day. I am puttering around working out the 12th edition of Gravitation & the Electroform Model, so the cloud cover shows Sir Isaac leaning on his golf putter, which is positioned at a 4-state junction resembling a big Plus Sign. The tip of his nose comes up to Lake Winnepegosis in (click to enlarge) Manitoba, which is a reference to "The Riches of Croesus", as referred to by Steve Martin. You see: Heaven Can Wait. A "pegosis" seems to be a nipple tip which I have won. Ah! I was going to try the Steve Reeves idea for a narrow waist: live on low-fat skim milk alone for a time! The Sir Isaac figure also resembles Richard Feynman with a wig on. Note that the Sir Isaac nose touches two parallel strips of water, signaling that it is about the "tooth" or "truth" of the matter. Also, what kind of a Sputnik plays golf on Sunday Mornings? A scientist, of course! A closer walk with thee... and the best ass is in the chimney of Texas, you see, waiting for an exceptional putt.

Another idea has come to mind about this peculiar haunting: I bothered to memorize verses from The Dhammapada (The sayings of the Buddha, Thomas Byrom translation, preface by Ram Dass) at one point (1986) together with selections from The Tibetan Book of the Dead and the poem High Flight. Remember how Buddhist monk talent scouts used to scan the clouds to find out where the next Buddha had been re-incarnated? I read about that one in a high school textbook somewhere. I performed them all from memory repeatedly on the long drive to Tampa, Florida from Wichita, Kansas when I got my job as Principal Design Engineer, having memorized them so as to be in the company of elevated spirits while I was on a journey. They were easier to memorize than the Bible!

Coworkers at Honeywell could sometimes hear those prayers in their inner ears...perhaps the reason that they got rid of me.

This reminds me of a joke: A man was flying along in a jet plane, and next to him was a Buddhist monk in long, saffron robes. He spoke with the man about the problems of salvation, to which the monk replied "One must always call on the Buddha, thus: Buddha, Buddha, Buddha to obtain salvation by the Great Perpendicular Path." Well, after a half an hour, the plane burst asunder and the man found himself plunging to Earth, far, far below. Remembering his conversation with the monk, the man cried out "Budda, Budda, Budda". A huge green hand came out of the air, cushioned him, and set him gently down to Earth. "Whew, thank God!", the man said, and the hand swatted him flat as a crushed bug. Say "Buddha, Buddha, Buddha", dammit!