Somewhere on an Island

I keep thinking about Alice. Down the Rabbit Hole. White Rabbit with pink eyes catching her attention- as if she had a choice.

While I have not seen a white rabbit, white headed eagles are abundant. While I have not seen a caterpillar, slugs on the island are also abundant. One touch and the slugs retreat- but only for a moment. Then they resume full speed. Resilient. They look slow, but they are deceivingly fast if one stops and observes. That is, if one has the time. As the White Queen, I am observant.

White rabbit. Caterpillar.

Math: A circle. (A hole. A rabbit hole). Radius (ray, like from the sun, from the middle); Dia-meter (two, meters? who knows,); Circles, holes, wholes, are infinite. nothing. Which encompasses everything.

White rabbit, Red Queen.

What could that mean? Science. Fibonacci. Rapid reproduction of rabbits. And what do you know? What do you know about reproduction? Not much.

Exactly. That is the point.

Somewhere on an island, I keep thinking of Alice. Follow the white rabbit with the pink eyes. Have some tea. It is simply Mad!

Meet the Red Queen but not until you meet some other characters. A cat, four sure. And what about the others? The stories left behind?

Lesson: Follow the patterns.

What does Alice’s Story tell us? And why does it change, but not change? Look at the simplicity. That is the lesson.

Mean-Times, I am somewhere on an Island.