(Above: Master Blend Angus tacos served atop grilled corn tortillas.)
11/22/2020:
Dawn of 11/22/2020. It was not until I reviewed this picture more closely that I realized the foremost calf was exhibiting the abject stance of an ailing creature. Alas, something has been passing through the herd. 
Parts for the garden sink (from back to front): a brace fastened to Jacobhouse, a box into which the sink shall be dropped, a couple posts that will support the front side, and the sink itself (taken from the old milk room). 
I captured this image because they sky appeared to be especially blue. 
Dinner: A potato, ham, cheddar, and purple Italian sweet onion frittata. Quite filling and delectable.
11/23/2020:
Midday of November 23, 2020: Jacobhouse and the garden basking in full sunlight. 
A closer image of the garden after having just been watered. 
Lunch today: Angus cubed steak alongside a Padre-made and Madre-dressed salad. 
More clusters of Tippler’s Bane growing at the decaying roots of a hackberry tree (southernmost edge of the beef pasture). 
Dusk of 11/23/2020. 
Dinner: On account of my playing much World of Warcraft with my brother, I stayed indoors (instead of venturing to the Studio) and produced a quick meal of: 1 baked potato, 1 oz. prosciutto, and multifarious greens from the garden (arugula, radish, kale, and jewels of Opar).
11/24/2020:
Dawn of 11/24/2020. 
An assembled outdoor sink; the top of it stands at 40″ above the ground – a comfortable height at which I shall wash many greens. 
Midday 11/24/2020 – Bovines grazing in the beneath blue skies and warm sun. 
There was a tad too much sun in this one, but shown are the Gaurmother and her Belgian-Blue hybrid offspring. 
A check-in on the papayas revealed them all to still be completely and utterly green. 
Sunset of 11/24/2020. This image was taken on my way back from visiting the aforementioned fruit trees. 
Master Blend Angus rib steaks pre-cooking. They already looked tremendous. 
Dinner: Ribeye (cap in this picture), garden-fresh arugula, a piece of freshly made Padre-bread, and a glass of Nero D’Avola wine.
11/25/2020:
Dawn of 11/25/2020: A lone cow path wending its way through the southeast pasture. 
The waterline ditch for the outdoor sink. I may also create a small offshoot about midway for an outdoor shower. 
I learned today that the foliage belonging to palms such as this split at the main stem as the tree grows. I wonder if that is part of the reason these trees are only green at the top. 
A picture of the beef pasture near dusk. The weather was about as perfect as it could get, and all of the bovines were passably healthy. 
These are the pipe pieces I gathered at twilight for the outdoor sink.
11/26/2020:
Dawn of 11/26/2020: Jacobhouse and a freshly weed-eated (eaten) lawn. 
The southeast beef pasture moments after Padre and I found a young Wagyu calf mired up to its neck in mud. On being extricated, the diminutive bovine wobbled to its mother where it nursed and was licked mostly clean. The mother cow can be seen on the middle-left portion of this image. 
Lunch today: A baked potato along with collard greens sauteed in fat provided by the ground beef to be seen at the lower half of the plate. Delicious. 
Baccharis halimifolia – a shrub and/or tree that is part of the daisy family. 
On a closer look, the similarities to daisy flowers can be espied. 
Sunset of 11/26/2020 – half an hour before the evening cooking. 
Result of the evening cooking: a [square] blueberry pie with a lattice top. 
Dinner: BBQ basted frittata, a piece of Padre-made pizza, and a plenitude of garden fresh arugula and spinach. 
Thanksgiving Dessert: Homemade blueberry pie under a dollop of freshly beaten whipped cream. Beaten.
11/27/2020
Dawn of 11/27/2020. This image was taken from the office of Jacobhouse. 
Lunch today: Master Blend Angus tacos served atop grilled corn tortillas. 
#694 scrutinizing me out of the corner of her eye as I took a picture of her Blue offspring. 
Dusk of 11/27/2020. 
Post-dusk activity: fitting a vent over the portable air-conditioner’s outlet. Tomorrow, I will likely cut trim boards to surrounding this contrivance. 
The moon as seen through papaya leaves.
11/28/2020
Dawn of 11/28/2020: A squash flower found in the south east beef pasture. 
After a cloudy and somewhat contemplative day, I realized I had only one picture. So, I went for a nighttime excursion. This is an image of midnight greens. 
This is the vent that Padre and I placed more trim around. It will look even better after some cleaning and caulking. 
11/28/2020: Return of an old banner to the Master Blend freezer room: How many cows are in your burger? (Note, this picture will only be displayed after Padre realizes it has been changed. Being that it is the same color scheme as the last one, it may take some time.) 
Dinner: A couple splendid trays of sushi from the Sushi Bistro. This time, we allowed the delicacies to cool down in the refrigerator for dinner. It was a long – almost grueling – wait, but we made it! The meal was tremendous.
Final Note: This is a draft of the conversation from which the epigraphs for one of the POVs in my book. An epigraph is a quote found at the beginning of a chapter, and this counts as nine – enough for part one of book one for one PoV. Dividers have been added to distinguish between chapters, but the conversation is whole.
“With all due respect, Grand Physic, your theories are based solely in a finite realm, and so long as they neglect the region of Mind, I feel you are limiting yourself.”
“I, too, believed that for a time. I believed it to such an extent that I insisted on the union between Physics and Philosophy. With experience, however, I came to realize we live in an Phyiscal sphere whose laws we cannot help but adhere to. Only through intense study of these laws will we be able to bend and possibly break them to our benefit.”
“I agree with much of what you have just said, Grand Physic, but—”
“For the sake of all that is Substance, just call me Bhairav; you have more than earned the right.”
“Many thanks Bhairav; I agreed with most of what you stated, but can you truly deny that Mind bears greater potential than Physic? It is only through Mind that we may understand a concept such as infinity, and infinity by definition is greater than any real and natural number.”
“Yes, by definition, infinity is greater than any real and natural number. For this reason, many believe that the infinite is greater than the finite. In reality, however, infinity is less. Much less. It could even be stated that infinity holds no value at all within the Physic plane on account of the limitations it possesses—limitations that the finite naturally overcomes. Division, multiplication, addition, subtraction; all arithmetic bears meaning where the finite is concerned. Indeed, real meaning may only be found in the finite realm, for it is only within a realm of limitations that real values may be ascertained. Tell me; how can the infinite even begin compare to that?”
“I am not certain it can… but if it is value you are searching for, it must be wondered how the finite’s value would be determined were it not for its opposite.”
“If the finite has value, and infinity is finite’s opposite, then the infinite bears no value and your point is mute.”
“Via the law of opposites—”
“The Principle of Polarity is naught but conjecture and a concept so primitive that even the biologs have conceived of it.”
“Be that as it may, surely you cannot deny the fact that – at its basest level – the existential sphere is a binary system. Matter is or is not. Events either happen or they do not.”
“You speak of ones and zeros to a Physic. I understand ones and zeros. They are real values. Infinity is an imaginary value and therefore irrelevant.”
“But, truly, how far is zero from the concept of infinity? When multiplied, it results in itself. When divided… it cannot be divided by any real number. When subtracted or added to itself, it remains zero.”
“Zero does share some unique properties with the imaginary concept of infinity, but do not think for a moment that I failed to note the conditionals you inserted within your argument. It is true that zero results in zero when added and subtracted from itself. However, when you add or subtract any real number from zero, it results in a real number.”
“But by that logic, does infinity not bear similar attributes? It may not be quite as obvious, but it can be proven. Lemniscate (∞) plus one minus lemniscate (∞) equals one.”
“That is only true if your two infinities are of equal size – a coincidence of equally infinite and infinitesimal probability. In other words, a paradox. And if there is one thing upon which Physics and Philosophers may agree, it is the incomprehensible and therefore incompatible value of a paradox.”
“But hold a moment, Bhairav. Infinities can be larger and smaller than one another?”
“Conceptually, yes – one example being that discussion of the Eternal versus the Infinite of which you Philosophers are so fond. No matter which is larger though, the answer is going to be infinity. A grand lemniscate.”
“And if a larger lemniscate is subtracted from a smaller lemniscate?”
“Negative lemniscate.”
“So, if infinities actually can be added, subtracted, multiplied, and divided, and if they can bear values larger or smaller than other infinities while retaining the same value: infinity. Would that not make the lemniscate a numeral that is both of greater and lesser value than zero?”
“No, those are two separate integers: negative lemniscate and positive lemniscate. Both of which are imaginary.”
“Imaginary they may be, but would an imaginary positive lemniscate be greater than an imaginary negative lemniscate?”
“Obviously.”
“And how is that determined? How is that determined when they bear no value?”
“Hm, perhaps you misunderstood me. Infinity bears no value on a scale of real numbers, just as it bears no value in the realm of Physic. Only on a scale of the imaginary—the conceptual—can infinity bear value.”
“The conceptual—that which exists in idea, correct?”
“Correct.”
“As compared to the real—that which exists in reality?”
“Also correct.”
“… and cipher being the soil from which both sprout.”
“Pardon?”
“Bhairav, we may have discovered the axis.”
“Oh, for the sake of all that is Substance, what are you speaking of now?”
“Zero. Not the value, but the absence of value itself. It is something upon which both the Physics and the Philosophers may fully agree. Zero is the point from which all perception and thought extends, verifying that both the real and imagined bear a value that true and absolute oblivion does not.”
A conversation concerning infinity between Philosopher Pliok and Grand Physic Bhairav; 11.9 Billion BFP.