Sure. How's it going DeAndre? Thanks for doing this. With with all the reps that you seem to be getting, how comfortable have you been with the work that they've been allowing you to get throughout the course of this this training camp? I would just say my biggest thing is making sure that I gain trust of everyone from the defense and the coaches staff. Just making sure the guys that are next to trust me and can vibe with me. Just a follow-up on that if I could. Given that you guys have such a young outside linebacker group, who do you kind of lean on for for advice, for information while you're out there on the field? How does that dynamic kind of work? I would say I would lean on Harold Langley, Kamalae and not that Vic is in the room. Vic has some good insight on different things he can help with as well. But as far as plays and if I'm having trouble, I would go try to sit down with Harold and make sure that I'm understanding it or whatnot. Hey DeAndre, can you move just a hair closer so we can hear you a little better? John Glennon? Yep. Hey DeAndre, I'm wondering what your thoughts were on big Isaiah back in college and and now that he's here, are you seeing a different person now? Anything changes as he's trying to go to the next level? Yeah, I feel like Isaiah is a great player and he's a great player. All right, fair enough. I'm wondering if you could talk a little bit about yourself as well and as you're getting better. Are you feel like you're stronger right now against the run or the pass and maybe what you're trying to work on? Like I said, my biggest thing is making sure that I gain trust from all the guys that's on the defense and that I'll be playing next to and making sure that the coaches trust me and that's the biggest thing. Just making sure everybody can trust me in the game and understanding what I do and trying to get better each and every day and just trying to find something every day to improve on mainly and trust. Making sure that everybody on the field can trust me. That's right. A part of that I would imagine is trusting yourself. So going from last year to this year, what would you say is the biggest difference? Like they're a better comfort level or what would be behind you having that full trust in yourself to be able to prove yourself to everyone else? Just trying, like I said, just trying to get better each and every snap and understanding whatever the play call might be and understanding what I'm doing and what everybody else is doing. And if I have to make a call, make sure I make it loud enough to the point where everybody can hear me and just I feel like I get I find trusting myself by going out and doing it and practicing and learning from my mistakes. If I did make a mistake or coming back in and the coaches coaching me up and just asking questions and trying to be involved and making sure that I communicate with everybody and that everybody understands that I know what's going on and that I can relay it back to everybody. Jim. Yeah, Andre, what's it like just I guess just being back out there? I know last year had been tough for you know what you know kind of rehab and your teammates for practice and just just the factor out there practice and how good is that felt the last couple of weeks? I mean, it feels amazing, but at the same time, I have a did it in a minute. So it's just holding into the small details and making sure that I'm rolling off of my foot and not four stepping and striking with my hands every play, making sure that they're not weak or I'm not bench pressing or whatnot, just just holding in on the little details and fundamentals. Terry. The Andre, because your season was cut so short, so early last year, are there things that you still feel like you're a rookie and there are some things where you feel like you've you've got it down? Man, every day I feel like a rookie, but I mean, at the same time, it's still it's good that we get a chance to go out there and practice and you can learn from your mistakes. If you if you do make any or whatnot and just try not to do it. But yeah, man, it's I still feel like a rookie. Yes, Paul, what was your kind of pattern last year? John, Dre, what I'm not even sure if you stuck around, but what were you doing to try to keep up and learn without being on the field? Yeah, just coming in and sitting in on some of the meetings if I was able to or any chance I would get meeting with the coaches or talking to the players about play calls or whatnot. And I would work out. I would come and work out and whatnot. So I know you've been primarily on the left side, going against right tackles now. Are they asking you to hone in on that at this time? I really didn't even pay that any attention, but I don't think that really matters. It's just it just happens that way. If that's what you guys see, Dave Boclar. Deandre, as long as it's been since you've played a football game, how disappointed were you in the preseason getting canceled and how excitedly are you counting down to the regular season here? I'm just glad that we get a chance to practice and I feel like everybody is adjusting well to the new circumstances and not have a preseason. So I just have to fall in line and adjust and make sure I take every advantage of every practice that we do get an opportunity to go out there and practice when we do get an opportunity to go out there and practice. Teresa. Deandre, how tough was it, though? You come into the NFL, you're with the Titans and injuries just kind of short circuited that first season. Was it something that you had to make sure you deal with the mental side, the emotional side, so that until you could get to the point of getting back to football? Yes, I would say just understanding my worth and not losing confidence in myself and just trying to grind each and every day and find something every single day to get better at or, like I said, try to stay as much involved as I can.


Well, hi there. I'm Sandy Olmalk, artist and paper crafter here on YouTube and today I'm going to be painting rich watercolor. And by that I mean highly pigmented looking watercolor. A lot of times when we use our watercolors we end up with a very soft look and that's a great look for watercolor but then you can also make them highly pigmented by glazing and adding a bunch of layers to something.  You'll see how they fit together by the end of the video. I've painted water across the whole thing first because I'm going to have three colors on this background and if I painted this just by itself and didn't put the water down first the edge of that blue might harden and dry and then I'll end up with a crisp edge prior to getting my quinacridone pink ready. If I have the paper basically wet down not puddled but wet down then sometimes that color will just stay active a little bit longer. I have a little more time to work with it. Now one thing you're seeing here is that there's blooming going different directions. That's just what happens watercolor kind of travels along the direction of where the water is carrying it and that's okay. I'm going to be adding other layers to this so I'm okay with some of this blooming going on but I will start working into some of it. Next I wanted to add some yellow down here at the bottom this permanent yellow deep and I'm using a pretty heavy pigmented yellow. The way that I mixed it was not with a whole lot of water just because I wanted a really strong yellow and I wanted to be able to move it a lot because I knew the colors above even though I had fairly highly pigmented ones they softened really quickly you can tell. So now I've got the color all along the bottom edge. You can go back in and rework some of this but be very careful when you take your brush over to the paper again that you don't have a mixture that is really heavily filled with water. You want more pigment than water and here what I noticed was that right away my brush had picked up some of that blue and I wanted to add more of the pink so I rinsed the brush added more pink pigment but as you touch the brush to the blue it's going to then make purple so you need to be a little bit careful as you're doing your mixing. And one of the things I started noticing as I was working on this part was that I'm getting this sort of lumpy top to it. You can see it almost looks like an M shape so I was you know as I was pondering this and trying to figure out okay I'm gonna add a little bit more yellow at the bottom so I keep that pink moving down. How do I then push back a little bit of the pink traveling into the blue up toward the top. I didn't worry about it a whole ton I don't need it to be exactly perfect but I wanted to push some of that color down. So I just added some more blue at the top moved it around with my brush and I am using a rather large brush. If you have maybe a 10 or 12 that is a really good size brush to work with backgrounds and I find that if I try to use my small brushes I just can't pick up enough pigment to do a really rich background. But this is only the first layer so hang tight there are there's more to come with this. Now again I touched the blue so you see I picked up some pink there.  And I'm starting to get a little bit better of a blend I'm just fussing with it. I'm playing around with how these colors are mixing and watching them as they go. This is a process that takes quite a while to figure out that's one of the reasons why when I did this I did the background on one panel and I'll do the animals that I'm going to watercolor on another panel because you don't want to do all that stamping and masking just to end up realizing that the watercolor didn't do what you wanted. So I'm getting a little closer to to happy on this. I'm gonna pull off some of the water on that pigment on the outside because one of the things I realized was that every time my brush started picking up some purple it was probably picking it up from all that stuff that was pulled on the tape. So now I'm going to smooth that a little bit more of my yellow and the stuff at the bottom I'm not really worried about how it's gonna look because that part is going to actually be covered by the animals that are going to be on my my card because they're gonna be on a panel above. I'm gonna dab off a little bit of that pigment that's inside of the lamp itself and then heat set it. What I find when I heat set is that the pigment will stop moving so I pick a strategic point at which I want to get things set. I'm not really worried again about the stuff at the bottom so I'm gonna get a little bit of a bloom down there but I'm more concerned about making sure the paper is so dry that it flattens out again. If your paper ends up warped at this point keep drying it because once it's really dry it should flatten out completely. I'm using the arches cold press paper for this and if you're using that you should be able to flatten it out really nicely by the time it's really dry. So if it's still warped keep going or let it sit there and continue to dry. Now I'm going to add another layer. This time I'm gonna paint my clean water over all of it except for on the lantern portion which I could have done previously it was just easier to paint over the whole thing and I'm gonna add another layer of pigment over top and if you try this without putting the water there again you're going to end up with a hard edge. If you want that hard edge right there for the end of the blue then go ahead and not put the water down first but I found that putting the water down first really did help. So I'm going to paint this color on. I'm alternating between a wide brush and a large round brush depending on how much of the pigment I'm trying to move across the paper so you can use a round brush for all of it. I just find that when I'm doing large areas sometimes it's just easier to grab the big flat brush in order to do that. All the supplies by the way are listed in the doobly-doo down below if you would like to go and get any of those for yourself. So now it's all dry. All of the the rest of that background is dry so I do have an ability to add more color now onto this. I can paint my green right over top of the yellow and what it's going to do is glaze it so if you have another color if you were to make that bottom section pink then you wouldn't be able to do the green there. Unfortunately that would be a problem but the the red is also going to cover right over. It's transparent pure orange but it actually looks like a good red. I'm kind of liking that color lately. So set that aside to dry and now I'm just gonna work on the animals and I'm gonna do the same concept kind of a thing which is to put multiple layers of the colors on each of the animals that's going to enrich them. As you can see how light this lunar black is when I start painting it with a lot of water in it and if I go over it again and this is damp paint that I'm I'm using here or the paper is damp still it's not completely dry then the the color will move out into it. I can keep going back into it a little bit more with richer and richer black color in order to add more to it so you can make it as dark and rich as you want. You could do this by just really doing heavily solided pigment on the paper. I find that's really hard because you can't recover from it as easily. Doing multiple layers just allows you the flexibility of slowly getting toward the place where you have really dark colors. A lot of folks I know comment on my YouTube videos that I do really strong contrast and they're just not brave enough to do that. This is a way to slowly work into that. I'm also leaving a little highlight on a bunch of these animals that's pointing toward the light so I'm just doing a little bit on the the bear's head his ears and stuff and I'll do a little bit on some of the other animals. Not being really super critical fancy about the lighting I could highlight all those in yellow because it's more of a yellow color in the sky background behind them but a white is going to work just fine here. I'm also using the same lunar black for both my gray bunny and my black bear so you don't have to always go really dark with every color. Each color has the ability to use a variety of shades so you can do things in light colors or in dark colors. Whatever you feel like doing. I'm gonna grab some sepia and paint my owl just a little bit here and I thought maybe I could darken up a little bit of my fox with the sepia since I had it on my brush I figured I would give that a shot and give myself a little bit of dimension by adding some dark color at the base of his tail and leave a little bit of a highlight on his leg. I'll drop a little more of the sepia into my owl and then grab a little bit of the permanent yellow deep for for some of the the little owl's highlights and here's that transparent peeral orange. I saw somebody use this color on something and I cannot remember what it was but it was really cool because if you paint it really really light with just a little tiny bit of pigment and a lot of water it's a very orangey color and if you use it heavily pigmented like this it's a really interesting tomato red which I kind of like so you may see that more in the future. I decided on using some of the colors that were in that background so I'm using that same phthalo blue in a couple of different shades so I'm using it really watered down here but the bird was heavily pigmented so you can alternate with your the same colors you already have and give them a different look based on how much water you put in with them. There I had a little issue with some bleeding so I had to go fuss around with it just a tiny bit because that's what happens when you don't wait for things to dry that are next to each other. Alright next I'm going to finish off some of these other critters here. The papers that they're reading, the sheet music that they're reading, I left just a little bit of highlight on the top so that it looks like the light might be casting on top of the papers just on the edges and let the rest just be a solid blue. Just that really light pigmented blue. I messed around a little more with that fox and he's getting you know really richly pigmented now and then I decided a little light sepia on the face of that owl would be nice. Now to add watercolor paper onto a card I like to use a couple of different things a couple of different adhesives and this B creative tape works really well. It's super sticky and you can get the paper to be really flat so if you have watercolor paper that's not getting flat try this glue on it. For the piece that I fussy cut out and I just made the bottom solid a solid brick of snow I'm using extreme tabs on them so the extreme tabs are dimensional but they're super sticky as well and they work great on watercolor paper. The little bird the reason I had stamped him before is now I can see through I can cut out just his body and I can see through to his little feet so stamping them both on the paper background as well as then over on my image I can just fussy cut out that one little animal. Next I decided to add some snow so I got out my white gel pen and I'm putting snow on the tops of the music notes and on the tops of the letters so it almost looks like this snow landed on top of them and then I went over to the other items in the background like this lantern and I'm making some of the snow drip down the side so sometimes if you just make one little icicle hang down it just makes it look a little extra cold and then a few little bits of snow on the tops of the wreath so that it looks like the snow has been caught by some of that wreath and look at how fun this came out I just really love the rich strong colors in here and it's going to be a happy card to send to somebody this Christmas. I hope you enjoyed this video and if you would like to see more videos please feel free to stroll around on my YouTube channel. I also have a new playlist that I started which is a holiday backgrounds playlist and you can check that out and see a lot of different holiday backgrounds that I have come up with and I'm going to continue the series throughout the fall and winter. Alright I will see you guys later be sure to hit the subscribe button if you haven't yet and I'll see you next time. Bye bye!


I guess everyone can only see their own situation. The situation that I'm in is that I can see the birds. I think they will really be heartbroken. I see how much we take away from birds.  That's what hurts me so much. Birds that just don't get that chance all the time. Come on, Blue. Let's go. Hello, everyone. My name is Marlee McCohen and this is Leo. And we want to welcome you to our channel. But we have someone else who wants to welcome you to the channel as well. And that is Blue, where we're going. And Blue's going to come in here now. All right. Blue will be back. Crazy fun fact, guys. This is the third time I am filming this and I'm filming it with my phone. Because apparently my camera audio didn't work with my first mic. Didn't work with my second mic. And so now we are here on my phone. So if it feels like I'm looking somewhere weird, it's because it's suddenly a different camera for me. So anyway. Okay. Hello. For those of you who are new to my channel, welcome. If you love birds, you're going to love this channel. What are you doing? You want to go see Blue? Okay. If you love animals, you're really going to love the channel. If you don't know anything about birds, then this is going to be a very interesting channel for you. So please subscribe. I'm almost at 200,000. And I'm really excited about 200,000. Numbers doesn't really mean anything. It just, you know, sometimes it's just milestones that are exciting to meet. Anyway, guys, I would say this is the second hardest video I've ever had to make in my life. Except it's technically now the fourth hardest video because it's the third time on this one. First hardest video was me losing my bird Picasso. Go back and watch that. If you have found my Picasso, a mustache, any time within the last two years, then maybe you found my Picasso. So you guys are probably wondering why this video is going to be so hard and it's some really, really sad news. And this is very hard for me to do. And so, yeah. And for those of you who are completely new I've got to give you some backstory. And for those of you who have never been to this channel before, this will also help. I'm going to make this quick. Long story short, Blue, the blue bird that was following Leo around and is also watching Leo intently right now, was given to me by a viewer who fell upon hard times. She became homeless and she contacted me and asked me to take in her bird. And I did. I thought it would only be a few months, but it turned out to be a year. Naturally, of course, I've gotten really attached to the bird as has George and everybody that is here all the time. But so has Leo. So this video is particularly hard for me because I have to say goodbye to Blue, a bird that has been in my care for a year. Imagine you have a dog for a year or any other animal. Imagine how heartbreaking that is. But that isn't just the hardest thing. I think the hardest thing for me is the bond that Blue and Leo have. They eat together. They preen each other. They sleep together. They wait for each other. One isn't happy without the other. So being here and seeing it firsthand, it's just very heartbreaking. I feel bad. I feel like Blue is going to be like, where are you taking me? What are you doing? Did I do something wrong? This is not exactly... Blue has changed a lot in this year. For one thing, they thought Blue was a female and Blue just recently got his ring in the last malt. So it could only be like 17, 18, 19 months old at NACS. You could see how this is very hard for me. I don't know how Blue is going to handle it and I don't know how Leo is going to handle it. I'm really hoping for the best but I gave them my word that I would take their bird until they were on their feet and now they're on their feet and I have to honor my word. So that's where we're at. So all of my sadness doesn't come from a place of me thinking they can't take care of the bird at all. It's just literally the loss that I am feeling. So I just wanted to make a sit-down video and tell you guys this. Yesterday I stayed home from class because I was literally depressed about the situation. It hurts my heart so much. Just, you know, the loss for the birds. I don't know if they know. I'm telling them, I stayed up till 6 a.m. last night with both the birds so they could have every last moment together. Just like sitting there watching them like sleep together, hang out together. You can see how they follow each other. This really breaks my heart but on the plus side, these are two people that have gotten their lives together. A lot of you have donated to their GoFundMe and, you know, I'm sure that helped them in their time of need. So thank you guys for that.  I'm just trying to guess what kind of comments there would be so I'm just trying to answer questions before. There's a lot of things I could have or should have done differently. You know, I didn't foresee any of this. I didn't know I'd have the bird for so long. I didn't know even that he would get attached to Leo. I didn't know how hard that would be. If it was just my attachment, then, you know, okay, it's your bird. But there are two other birds involved and either or could result to flucking, sadness, depression, loss of appetite. And I really hope she has the skills to look out for those signs in blue. And I will tell her that, of course. I know a lot of you will say, because I saw it on Parrot Station, like to her, well, why don't you just let Marlene keep them? They're already bonded. I totally understand, you know, if it was Picasso, I would want Picasso back. I guess everyone can only see their own situation. The situation that I'm in is that I can see the birds. I think they will really be heartbroken. I think I tried to say this in the last video that I made that you guys obviously didn't get to see is like, my birds are mostly rescues. So, you know, I see how much we take away from birds and, you know, these birds rely on us as humans and that's not natural. And the problem with that is they have a hard time even finding a bird that they would want to mate with or partner up. Obviously, these are both males, so it's not an issue of that, but still they bond and befriend each other and get attachments.  That's what hurts me so much is that that's happening to like birds that just don't get that chance all the time. But, blue will probably be getting a lot of soul attention over there and I'm sure that will be good for blue and just in case you guys ask, I did not say to her anything. I didn't offer. I didn't feel like there was an opening for me to say like, hey, let me get you another bird because I saw that some of you suggested that. I didn't feel like that was appropriate so I did not put that out there but what I did put out there is that if for any reason you feel that blue is unhappy, please know that blue is welcome back here and I will find you another bird. I think the bird is probably very different now, you know? So that's where I'm at.  I don't often do many sit-downs anymore but this next video I hope you guys stay tuned will be me giving, you know, blue back and it will probably be a very bittersweet thing because how amazing that they were able to get back on their feet. So I'm very proud of them a lot of success in their new endeavor. I believe they will be successful and be able to follow their dreams. If you guys witness anything from this and hopefully it goes well, then we all know that even if you fall on the hardest of times you can turn your life around. I hope you can use this as an inspiration. I hope you stay tuned to see what happens. I love you guys so much. Don't forget to support my work on spreading the Engage Not Caged word with videos on Patreon. My Patreon is my Flyders Club so when I say hello Flyders, that's what I'm talking about. Hope you guys notice I did blue eyeshadow today for blue. I chose to have you guys support me making the videos rather than my work with Burt specifically because I feel like that is what I can honestly offer to the world is more videos and that helps me pay for an editor and helps me get videos out earlier for you guys on Patreon and do more and bigger things that we've been able to give back through. So thank you for that guys. I love you so much.


Zangezo corridor discussion between Putin and Erdogan. During the visit of Russian President Vladimir Putin to Turkey, the normalization of relations between Azerbaijan and Armenia and the issue of the Zangezo corridor will be discussed. This was reported by the Turkish Huryat publication. It was noted that the leaders will also discuss the restoration of the grain agreement, the situation in Syria and other issues of mutual interest. It was noted that the visit is expected to take place at the end of August. Russian political scientist, director of the Center for Political Studies Sergei Markov told the opening of transit communication between Russia and Armenia through Georgia cannot replace the Zangezo corridor. He noted that the Zangezo corridor is designed to connect Nakhchivan with the main part of Azerbaijan as well as Turkey and Russia through Azerbaijan and Armenia. I think that the opening of communication between Russia and Armenia through Georgia is really possible. But for this there must be a development of relations with Georgia. Russia would be more interested in communication and cooperation with the Georgian authorities than with Armenia, Markov said.


CHAPTER XIII. THE DREAM WORLD Everybody takes his own dream seriously, but yawns at the breakfast table when somebody else begins to tell the adventures of the night before. I hesitate, therefore, to enter upon an account of my dreams, for it is a literary sin to bore the reader, and a scientific sin to report the facts of a far country with more regard to point and brevity than to complete the literal truth. The psychologists have trained a pack of theories and facts which they keep in leash, like so many bulldogs, and which they let loose upon us whenever we depart from the straight and narrow path of dream probability. One may not even tell an entertaining dream without being suspected of having liberally edited it, as if editing were one of the seven deadly sins instead of a useful and honorable occupation. Be it understood, then, that I am discoursing at my own breakfast table and that no scientific man is present to trip the autocrat. I used to wonder why scientific men and others were always asking me about my dreams, but I am not surprised now since I have discovered what some of them believe to be the ordinary wakening experience of one who is both deaf and blind. They think that I can know very little about objects even a few feet beyond the reach of my arms. Everything outside of myself, according to them, is a hazy blur. Trees, mountains, cities, the ocean, even the house I live in, are but fairy fabrications, misty unrealities. Therefore it is assumed that my dreams should have peculiar interest for the man of science. In some undefined way it is expected that they should reveal the world I dwell in to be flat, formless, colorless, without perspective, with little thickness and less solidity, a vast solitude of soundless space. But who shall put into words limitless, visionless, silent void? One should be a disembodied spirit indeed to make anything out of such insubstantial experiences. A world, or a dream for that matter, to be comprehensible to us, must, I should think, have a warp of substance woven into the wolf of fantasy. We cannot imagine even in dreams an object which has no counterpart in reality. Ghosts always resemble somebody, and if they do not appear themselves, their presence is indicated by circumstances with which we are perfectly familiar. During sleep we enter a strange mysterious realm which science has thus far not explored. Beyond the borderline of slumber the investigator may not pass with his common-sense rule and test. Sleep with softest touch locks all the gates of our physical senses and laws to rest the conscious will, the disciplinarian of our waking thoughts. Then the spirit wrenches itself free from the sinewy arms of reason, and like a winged coarser spurns the firm green earth and speeds away upon wind and cloud, leaving neither trace nor footprint by which science may track its flight and bring us knowledge of the distant shadowy country that we nightly visit. When we come back from the dream realm we can give no reasonable report of what we met there, but once across the border we fill at home as if we had always lived there and had never made any excursions into this rational, daylight world. My dreams do not seem to differ very much from the dreams of other people. Some of them are coherent and safely hitched to an event or a conclusion. Others are inconsequent and fantastic. All attest that in dreamland there is no such thing as a repose. We are always up and doing with a mind for any adventure. We act, strive, think, suffer, and are glad to no purpose. We leave outside the portals of sleep all troublesome incredulities and vexations, speculations as to probability. I float, wraith-like upon the clouds, in and out among the winds, without the faintest notion that I am doing anything unusual. In dreamland I find little that is altogether strange or wholly new to my experience. No matter what happens I am not astonished, however extraordinary the circumstances may be. I visit a foreign land where I have not been in reality and I converse with people whose language I have never heard. Yet we manage to understand each other perfectly. Into whatsoever situation or society my wanderings bring me there is the same homogeneity. If I happen into vagabondia I make merry with the jolly folk of the road or the tavern. I do not remember ever to have met persons with whom I could not at once communicate, or to have been shocked or surprised at the doings of my dream companions. In its strange wanderings in those dusky groves of slumberland my soul takes everything for granted and adapts itself to the wildest phantoms. I am seldom confused. Everything is as clear as day. I know events the instant they take place and wherever I turn my steps mind is my faithful guide and interpreter. I suppose everyone has had in a dream the exasperating, profitless experience of seeking something urgently desired at the moment, and the aching, weary sensation that follows each failure to track the thing to its hiding place. Sometimes with a singing dizziness in my head I climb and climb. I know not where or why. Yet I cannot quit the torturing, passionate endeavor, though again and again I reach out blindly for an object to hold to. Of course, according to the perversity of dreams, there is no object near. I clutch empty air and then I fall downward and still downward, and in the midst of the fall I dissolve into the atmosphere upon which I have been floating so precariously. Some of my dreams seem to be traced one within another like a series of concentric circles. In sleep I think I cannot sleep. I toss about in the toils of tasks unfinished. I decide to get up and read for a while. I know the shelf in my library where I keep the book I want. The book has no name, but I find it without difficulty. I settle myself comfortably in the Morris chair. The great book open on my knee. Not a word can I make out. The pages are utterly blank. I am not surprised, but keenly disappointed. I finger the pages. I bend over them lovingly. The tears fall on my hands. I shut the book quickly as the thought passes through my mind. The print will be all rubbed out if I get it wet. Yet there is no print tangible on the page. This morning I thought that I awoke. I was certain that I had overslept. I seized my watch, and sure enough it pointed to an hour after my rising time. I sprang up in the greatest hurry, knowing that breakfast was ready. I called my mother, who declared that my watch must be wrong. She was positive it could not be so late. I looked at my watch again, and lo! the hands wiggled, whirled, buzzed, and disappeared. I awoke more fully as my dismay grew until I was at the antipodes of sleep. Finally my eyes opened actually, and I knew that I had been dreaming. I had only waked into sleep. What is still more bewildering, there is no difference between the consciousness of the sham waking and that of the real one. It is fearful to think that all that we have ever seen, felt, read, and done may suddenly rise to our dream vision, as the sea casts up objects it has swallowed. I have held a little child in my arms in the midst of a riot, and spoken vehemently, imploring the Russian soldiers not to massacre the Jews. I have relived the agonizing scenes of the Sepoy rebellion and the French Revolution. Cities have burned before my eyes, and I have fought the flames until I fell exhausted. Holocausts overtake the world, and I struggle in vain to save my friends. Once in a dream a message came speeding over land and sea, that winter was descending upon the world from the North Pole, that the arctic zone was shifting to our mild climate. Far and wide the message flew. The ocean was congealed in mid-summer. Ships were held fast in the ice by thousands. The ships with large white cells were held fast. Riches of the Orient and the plenteous harvests of the Golden West might no more pass between nation and nation. For some time the trees and flowers grew on, despite the intense cold. Birds flew into the houses for safety, and those which winter had overtaken lay on the snow with wings spread in vain flight. At last the foliage and blossoms fell at the feet of winter. The petals of the flowers were turned to rubies and sapphires. The leaves froze into emeralds. The trees moaned and tossed their branches as the frost pierced them through bark and sap, pierced into their very roots. I shivered myself awake, and with a tumult of joy I breathed the many sweet morning odors, wakened by the summer sun. One need not visit an African jungle or an Indian forest to hunt the tiger. One can lie in bed amid downy pillows and dream tigers as terrible as any in the pathless wild. I was a little girl when one night I tried to cross the garden in front of my aunt's house in Alabama. I was in pursuit of a large cat with a great bushy tail. A few hours before he had clawed my little canary out of its cage and crunched it between his cruel teeth. I could not see the cat, but the thought in my mind was distinct. He is making for the high grass at the end of the garden. I'll get there first. I put my hand on the box border and ran swiftly along the path. When I reached the high grass, there was the cat gliding into the wavy tangle. I rushed forward and tried to seize him and take the bird from between his teeth. To my horror, a huge beast, not the cat at all, sprang out from the grass and his sinewy shoulder rubbed against me with palpitating strength. His ears stood up and quivered with anger. His eyes were hot. His nostrils were large and wet. His lips moved horribly. I knew it was a tiger, a real life tiger, and that I should be devoured. My little bird and I. I do not know what happened after that. The next important thing seldom happens in dreams. Sometime earlier I had a dream which made a vivid impression upon me. My aunt was weeping because she could not find me, but I took an embished pleasure in the thought that she and others were searching for me and making great noise which I felt through my feet. Suddenly the spirit of mischief gave way to uncertainty and fear. I felt cold, the air smelt like ice and salt. I tried to run, but the long grass tripped me and I fell forward on my face. I lay very still, filling with all my body. After a while my sensation seemed to be concentrated in my fingers and I perceived that the grass blades were sharp as knives and hurt my hands cruelly. I tried to get up cautiously so as to not cut myself on the sharp grass. I put down a tentative foot, much as my kitten treads for the first time the primeval forest in the backyard. All at once I felt the stealthy patter of something creeping, creeping, creeping purposefully toward me. I do not know how at that time the idea was in my mind. I had no words for intention or purpose. Yet it was precisely the evil intent and not the creeping animal that terrified me. I had no fear of living creatures. I loved my father's dogs, the frisky little calf, the gentle cows, the horses and mules that ate apples from my hand, and none of them had ever harmed me. I lay low, waiting in breathless terror for the creature to spring and bury its long claws in my flesh. I thought, they will feel like turkey claws. Something warm and wet touched my face. I shrieked, struck out frantically and awoke. Something was still struggling in my arms. I held on with might and main until I was exhausted. Then I loosened my hold. I found dear old Belle, the setter, shaking herself and looking at me reproachfully. She and I had gone to sleep together on the rug, and had naturally wandered to the dream forest, where dogs and little girls hunt wild game and have strange adventures. We encountered hosts of elf and foes, and it required all the dog tactics at Belle's command to acquit herself like the lady and huntress that she was. Belle had her dreams too. We used to lie under the trees and flowers in the old garden, and I used to laugh with delight when the magnolia leaves fell with little thuds, and Belle jumped up, thinking she had heard a partridge. She would pursue the leaf, point it, bring it back to me, and lay it at my feet with a humorous wag of her tail, as much as to say, this is the kind of bird that waked me. I made a chain for her neck out of the lovely blue polonia flowers and covered her with great heart-shaped leaves. Dear old Belle, she has long been dreaming among the lotus flowers and poppies of the dog's paradise. Certain dreams have haunted me since my childhood, one which recurs often precedes after this wise. A spirit seems to pass before my face. I feel an extreme heat like the blast from an engine. It is the disembodiment of evil. I must have had it first after the day that I nearly got burnt. Another spirit which visits me often brings a sensation of cool dampness, such as one fills on a chill November night when the window is open. The spirit stops just beyond my reach, sways back and forth like a creature in grief. My blood is chilled and seems to freeze in my veins. I try to move, but my body is still and I cannot even cry out. After a while the spirit passes on and I say to myself shudderingly, that was death. I wonder if he has taken her. The pronoun stands for my teacher. In my dreams I have sensations, odours, tastes, and ideas which I do not remember to have had in reality. Perhaps they are the glimpses which my mind catches through the veil of sleep of my earliest babyhood. I have heard the trampling of many waters. Sometimes a wonderful light visits me in sleep. Such a flash and glory as it is. I gaze and gaze until it vanishes. I smell and taste much as in my waking hours, but the sense of touch plays a less important part. In sleep I almost never grope. No one guides me. Even in a crowded street I am self-sufficient and I enjoy an independence quite foreign to my physical life. Now I seldom spell on my fingers and it is still rare for others to spell into my hand. My mind acts independent of my physical organs. I am delighted to be thus endowed, if only in sleep. For then my soul dons its winged sandals and joyfully joins the throng of happy beings who dwell beyond the reaches of bodily sense. The moral inconsistency of dreams is clearing. Mine grow less and less according with my proper principles. I am nightly hurled into an unethical medley of extremes. I must either defend another to the last drop of my blood or condemn him past all repenting. I commit murder, sleeping, to save the lives of others. I ascribe to those I love best acts and words which it mortifies me to remember and I cast reproach after reproach upon them. It is fortunate for our peace of mind that most wicked dreams are soon forgotten. Death, sudden and awful, strange loves and hates remorselessly pursued. Cunningly plotted revenge are seldom more than dim haunting recollections in the morning and during the day they are erased by the normal activities of the mind. Sometimes immediately on waking I am so vexed at the memory of a dream fracas I wish I may dream no more. With this wish distinctly before me I drop off again into a new turmoil of dreams.  You the most pointless things imaginable, saucy apes, brewers of odious contrasts, haunting birds of ill omen, mocking echoes, unseasonable reminders, oft returning vexations, skeletons in my morris chair, gestures in the tomb, deaths heads at the wedding feast, outlaws of the brain that every night defy the mind's police service, thieves of my Hesperidian apples, breakers of my domestic peace, murderers of sleep, old dreadful dreams that do fright my spirit from her propriety. No wonder that Hamlet preferred the ills he knew rather than run the risk of one dream vision. Yet remove the dream world and the losses inconceivable. The magic spell which binds poetry together is broken. The splendor of art and the soaring might of imagination are lessened because no phantom of fadeless sunsets and flowers urges onward to a goal. Gone is the mute permission or connivance which emboldens the soul to mock the limits of time and space. Forecast and gather in harvests of achievement for ages yet unborn. Blot out dreams and the blind lose one of their chief comforts. For in the visions of sleep they behold their belief in the seeing mind and their expectation of light beyond the blank, narrow night justified. Nay, our conception of immortality is shaken. Faith, the motive power of human life, flickers out. Before such vacancy and barrenness the shocks of wrecked worlds were indeed welcome. In truth dreams bring us the thought independently of us and in spite of us that the soul may write her nature shoot large sail on lengthening chord and rush exultant on the infinite. End of Chapter 13 Chapter 14 of The World I Live In This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The World I Live In by Helen Keller Chapter 14 Dreams and Reality It is astonishing to think how our real wide awake world revolves around the shadowy unrealities of dreamland. Despite all that we say about the inconsequence of dreams we often reason by them. We stake our greatest hopes upon them. Nay, we build upon them the fabric of an ideal world. I can recall few fine thoughtful poems, few noble works of art or any system of philosophy in which there is not evidence that dream fantasies symbolize truths concealed by phenomena. The fact that in dreams confusion reigns and illogical connections occur gives plausibility to the theory which Sir Arthur Mitchell and other scientific men hold, that our dream thinking is uncontrolled and undirected by the will. The will, the inhabiting and guiding power, finds rest and refreshment in sleep, while the mind, like a bark without rudder or compass, drifts aimlessly upon the uncharted sea. But curiously enough, these fantasies and intertwistings of thought are to be found in great imaginative poems like Spencer's Fairy Queen. Lam was impressed by the analogy between our dream thinking and the work of the imagination. Speaking of the episode in the Cave of Mammon, Lam wrote, It is not enough to say that the whole episode is a copy of the mind's conceptions in sleep. It is, in some sort, but what a copy. Let the most romantic of us that has been entertained all night by the spectacle of some wild and magnificent vision, recombine it in the morning and try it by his waking judgment. That which appeared so shifting and yet so coherent, when it came under cool examination, shall appear so reasonless and so unlinked that we are ashamed to have been so deluded and to have taken, though but in sleep, a monster for a God. The transitions in this episode are every wit as violent as the most extravagant dream, and yet the waking judgment ratifies them. Perhaps I feel more than others the analogy between the world of our waking life and the world of dreams because before I was taught I lived in a sort of perpetual dream. The testimony of parents and friends who watched me day after day is the only means that I have of knowing the actuality of those early, obscure years of my childhood. The physical acts of going to bed and waking in the morning alone make the transition from reality to dreamland. As near as I can tell, asleep or awake, I only felt with my body. I can recollect no process which I should now dignify with the term of thought. It is true that my bodily sensations were extremely acute, but beyond a crude connection with physical wants they are not associated or directed. They had little relation to each other, to me or to the experience of others. Idea, that which gives identity and continuity to experience, came into my sleeping and waking existence at the same moment with the awakening of self-consciousness. Before that moment my mind was in a state of anarchy in which meaningless sensations rioted, and if thought existed it was so vague and inconsequence it cannot be made a part of discourse. Yet before my education began I dreamed. I know that I must have dreamed because I recall no break in my tactual experiences. Things fell suddenly, heavily. I felt my clothing afire, or I fell into a tub of cold water. Once I smelt bananas and the odor in my nostrils was so vivid that in the morning before I was dressed I went to the sideboard to look for the bananas. There were no bananas and no odor of bananas anywhere. My life was in fact a dream throughout. The likeness between my waking state and the sleeping one is still marked. In both states I see but not with my eyes. I hear but not with my ears. I speak and am spoken to without the sound of a voice. I am moved to pleasure by visions of inethable beauty which I have never beheld in the physical world. Once in a dream I held in my hand a pearl. The one I saw in my dreams must therefore have been a creation of my imagination. It was a smooth, exquisitely molded crystal. As I gazed into its shimmering deeps my soul was flooded with an ecstasy of tenderness and I was filled with wonder as one who should for the first time look into the cool, sweet heart of a rose. My pearl was dew and fire, the velvety green of moss, the soft whiteness of lilies, and the distilled hues and sweetness of a thousand roses. It seemed to me the soul of beauty was dissolved in its crystal bosom. This beautyous vision strengthens my conviction that the world which the mind builds up out of countless subtle experiences and suggestions is fairer than the world of the senses. The splendor of the sunset my friends gaze at across the purpling hills is wonderful, but the sunset of the inner vision brings pure delight because it is the worshipful blending of all the beauty that we have known and desired. I believe that I am more fortunate in my dreams than most people, for as I think back over my dreams the pleasant ones seem to predominate, although we naturally recall most vividly until most eagerly the grotesque and fantastic adventures in slumberland. I have friends, however, whose dreams are always troubled and disturbed.  There is one friend who declares that she has never had a felicitous dream in her life. The grind and worry of the day invade the sweet domain of sleep and weary her with incessant profitless effort. I feel sorry for this friend, and perhaps it is hardly fair to insist upon the pleasure of dreaming in the presence of one whose dream experience is so unhappy. Still, it is true that my dreams have uses as many and sweet as those of adversity. All my yearning for the strange, the weird, the ghostlike is gratified in dreams. They carry me out of the accustomed and common place. In a flash, in the winking of an eye, they snatch the burden from my shoulder, the trivial task from my hand, and the pain and disappointment from my heart, and I behold the lovely face of my dream. It dances round me with merry measure and darts hither and thither in happy abandon. Sudden, sweet fancy spring from every nook and corner, and delightful surprises meet me at every turn. A happy dream is more precious than gold and rubies. I like to think that in dreams we catch glimpses of a life larger than our own. We see it as a little child, or as a savage who visits a civilized nation. Thoughts are imparted to us far above our ordinary thinking. Feelings nobler and wiser than any we have known thrill us between heartbeats. For one fleeting night a princely your nature captures us, and we become as great as our aspirations. I dare say we return to the little world of our daily activities with as distorted a half memory of what we have seen as that of the African who visited England, and afterwards said he had been in a huge hill which carried him over great waters. The comprehensiveness of our thought, whether we are asleep or awake, no doubt depends largely upon our idiosyncrasies, constitution, habits, and mental capacity. But whatever may be the nature of our dreams, the mental processes that characterize them are analogous to those which go on when the mind is not held to attention by the will. End of Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Of The World I Live In This Libervox recording is in the public domain. The World I Live In By Helen Keller Chapter 15 Awaking Dream I have sat for hours in a sort of reverie, letting my mind have its way without inhibition and direction, and idly noted down the incessant beat of thought upon thought, image upon image. I have observed that my thoughts make all kinds of connections, wind in and out, trace concentric circles, and bring up in eddies of fantasy, just as in dreams. One day I had a literary frolic with a certain set of thoughts which dropped in for an afternoon call. I wrote for three or four hours as they arrived, and the resulting record is much like a dream. I found that the most disconnected, dissimilar thoughts came in, arm in arm. I dreamed a wide awake dream. The difference is that in waking dreams I can look back upon the endless succession of thoughts, while in the dreams of sleep I can recall but few ideas and images. I catch broken threads from the warp and woof of a pattern I cannot see, or glowing leaves which have floated on a slumber wind from a tree that I cannot identify. In this reverie I held the key to the company of ideas. I give my record of them to show what analogies exist between thoughts when they are not directed and the behavior of real dream thinking. I had an essay to write. I wanted my mind fresh and obedient and all its handmaidens ready to hold up my hands in the task. I intended to discourse learnedly upon my educational experiences, and I was unusually anxious to do my best. I had a working plan in my head for the essay, which was to be grave, wise, and abounding in ideas. Moreover, it was to have an academic flavor suggestive of sheepskin, and the reader was to be duly impressed with the austere dignity of cap and gown. I shut myself up in the study, resolved to beat out on the keys of my typewriter this immortal chapter of my life history. Alexander was no more confident of conquering Asia with the splendid army which his father Philip had disciplined than I was of finding my mental house in order and my thoughts obedient. My mind had had a long vacation, and I was now coming back to it in an hour that it looked not for me. My situation was similar to that of the master who went into a far country and expected on his homecoming to find everything as he left it. But returning he found his servants giving a party. Confusion was rampant. There was fiddling and dancing and the babble of many tongues so that the voice of the master could not be heard. Though he shouted and beat upon the gate, it remained closed. So it is with me. I sounded the trumpet loud and long, but the vassals of thought would not rally to my standard. Each had his arm round the waist of a fair partner, and I know not what wild tunes put life and metal into their heels. There was nothing to do. I looked about helplessly upon my great retinue and realized that it is not the possession of a thing, but the ability to use it which is a value. I settled back in my chair to watch the pageant. It was rather pleasant sitting there, idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean, watching my own thoughts at play. It was like thinking fine things to say without taking the trouble to write them. I felt like Alice in Wonderland when she ran at full speed with the Red Queen and never passed anything or got anywhere. The merry frolic went on madly. The dancers were all manners of thoughts. There were sad thoughts and happy thoughts, thoughts suited to every climb and weather, thoughts bearing the mark of every age and nation, silly thoughts and wise thoughts, thoughts of people, of things and of nothing, good thoughts, impish thoughts, and large gracious thoughts. There they went, swinging hand in hand in corkscrew fashion. An antique jester in green and gold led the dance. The guests followed no order or precedent. No two thoughts were related to each other even by the fortieth cousinship. There was not so much as an international alliance between them. Each thought behaved like a newly created poet. His mouth he could not ope, but there flew out a trope. Magical lyrics. Oh, if only I had written them down. Pel-Mell they came down the sequestered avenues of my mind, this merry throng. With back an old song and shout they came, and I hath not since beheld confusion worse confounded. Shut your eyes and see them come, the knights and ladies of my revel, plumed and turbant they come, clad in mail and silken broideries, gentle maids in quake or gray, gay princes and scarlet cloaks, coquettes with roses in their hair, monks and cows that might have covered the tall minster tower, demure little girls hugging paper dolls and rollicking schoolboys with ruddy morning faces, an absent-minded professor carrying his shoes under his arms and looking wise, followed by cronies, fairies, goblins, and all the troops just loosed from Noah's storm-tossed arc. They walked, they strutted, they soared, they swam, and some came in through fire. One sprite climbed up to the moon on a ladder made of leaves and frozen dew-drops. A peacock with a great hooked bill flew in and out among the branches of a pomegranate tree, pecking the rosy fruit. He screamed so loud that Apollo turned in his chariot aflame, and from his burnished bow shot golden arrows at him. This did not disturb the peacock in the least, for he spread his gem-like wings and flourished his wonderful, fire-tipped tail in the very face of the sun-god. Then came Venus, an exact copy of our own plaster cast, serene, calm-eyed, dancing high and disposedly, like Queen Elizabeth, surrounded by a troop of lovely cupids mounted on rose-tinted clouds, blown hither and thither by sweet winds, while all around danced flowers and streams and queer little Japanese cherry-trees in pots. They were followed by Jovial Pan with green hair and jeweled sandals, and by his side I could scarcely believe my eyes, walked a modest nun counting her beats. At a little distance were seen three dancers arm in arm, a lean, starved platitude, a rosy dimpled joke, and a still-ribbed sermon on predestination.  All at once I saw the ample figure of life rise above the whirling mass holding a naked child in one hand and in the other a gleaming sword. A bear crouched at her feet, and all about her swirled and glowed a multitudinous host of tiny atoms which sang altogether. We are the will of God. Adam, wedded Adam, and chemical married chemical, and the cosmic dance went on in changing, changeless measure, until my head sang like a buzzsaw. Just as I was thinking I would leave this scene of phantoms and take a stroll in the quiet groves of slumber I noticed a commotion near one of the entrances to my enchanted palace. It was evident from the whispering and buzzing that went round that more celebrities had arrived. The first personage I saw was Homer, blind no more, leading by a golden chain, the white-beaked ships of the Akaians bobbing their heads and squawking like so many white swans. Plato and Mother Goose with the numerous children of the shoe came next. Simple Simon, Jill, and Jack, who had had his head mended, and the cat that fell into the cream. All these danced in a giddy reel while Plato solemnly discoursed on the laws of topsy-turvy land. Then followed grim visaged Calvin and violent crowned sweet-smiling Sappho, who danced a sha-tish. Aristophanes and Moyer joined for a measure, both talking at once, Moyer in Greek and Aristophanes in German. I thought this odd because it occurred to me that German was a dead language before Aristophanes was born. Bright-eyed Shelley brought in a fluttering lark which burst into the song of Chaucer's Chanticleer. Henry Esmond gave his hand in a stately minuet to Diana of the Crossways. He evidently did not understand her nineteenth-century wit, for he did not laugh. Perhaps he had lost his taste for clever women. Annan, Dante, and Swedenborg came together, conversing earnestly about things remote and mystical. Swedenborg said it was very warm. Dante replied that it might rain in the night. Suddenly there was a great clamour, and I found that the battle of the books had begun raging anew. Two figures entered in lively dispute. One was dressed in plain homespun, and the other wore a scholar's gown over a suit of motley. I gathered from their conversation that they were cotton-mather and William Shakespeare. Mather insisted that the witches in Macbeth should be caught and hanged. Shakespeare replied that the witches had already suffered enough at the hands of the commentators. They were pushed aside by the twelve nights of the round-table, who marched in bearing on a salver the goose that laid golden eggs. The Pope's mule and the golden bull had a combat of history and fiction such as I had read of in books, but never before witnessed. These little animals were put to route by a huge elephant which lumbered in with Rudyard Kipling, riding high on his trunk. The elephant changed suddenly to a rakish craft. I do not know what a rakish craft is, but this was very rakish and very crafty. It must have been abandoned long ago by wild pirates of the southern seas. For clinging to the rigging and jovially cheering as the ship went down, I made out a man with blazing eyes clad in a velveteen jacket. As the ship disappeared from sight, Falstaff rushed to the rescue of the lonely navigator and stole his purse. But Miranda persuaded him to give it back. Stevenson said, Who steals my purse, steals trash. Falstaff laughed and called this a good joke, as good as any he had heard in his day. This was the signal for a rushing swarm of quotations. They surged to and fro and in co-et throng of half-finished phrases, mutilated sentences, parodied sentiments, and brilliant metaphors. I could not distinguish any phrases or ideas of my own making. I saw a poor, ragged, shrunken sentence that might have been mine own, catch the wings of a fair idea, with the light of genius shining like a halo about its head. Ever and anon the dancers changed partners without invitation or permission. Thoughts fell in love at sight, married in a measure, and joined hands without previous courtship. An incongruity is the wedding of two thoughts, which have had no reasonable courtship, and marriages without wooing are apt to lead to domestic discord, even to the breaking up of an ancient, time-honored family. Among the wedded couples were certain similes hitherto inviolable in their bachelorhood and spinsterhood, and held in great respect. Their extraordinary proceedings nearly broke up the dance, but the fatuity of their union was evident to them, and they parted. Other similes seemed to have the habit of living in discord. They had been many times married and divorced. They belonged to the notorious society of mixed metaphors. A company of phantoms floated in and out, wearing tantalizing garments of oblivion. They seemed about to dance, then vanished. They reappeared half a dozen times, but never unveiled their faces. The imp, curiosity, pulled memory by the sleeve and said, Why do they run away? To strange navery. Outran memory to capture them. After a great deal of racing and puffing and collision it apprehended some of the fugitives and brought them in. But when it tore off their masks, low, some were disappointingly commonplace, and others were gypsy quotations trying to conceal the punctuation marks that belonged to them. Memory was much aggrieved to have had such a hard chase only to catch this sorry lot of graceless rogues. Into the rabble strode four stately giants who called themselves history, philosophy, law, and medicine. They seemed too solemn and imposing to join in a mask. But even as I gazed at these formidable guests, they all split into fragments which went whirling, dancing in divisions, subdivisions, resubdivisions of scientific nonsense. History split into philology, ethnology, anthropology, and mythology, and these again split finer than the splitting of hairs. Each specialty hugged its bit of knowledge and waltzed it round and round. The rest of the company began to nod and I felt drowsy myself. To put an end to the solemn gyrations a troupe of fairies mercifully waved poppies over us all. The mask faded, my head fell, and I started. Sleep had wakened me. At my elbow I found my old friend Bottom.  Me thought I was, there is no man can tell what. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen. His hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was. End of Chapter 15 A Chant of Darkness From the World I Live In This Librivox recording is in the public domain. The World I Live In By Helen Keller A Chant of Darkness My wings are folded over mine ears, my wings are crossed over mine eyes, yet through their silver shade appears, and through their lulling plumes arise, a shape, a throng of sounds. Shelly's Prometheus Unbound A Chant of Darkness I dare not ask why we are reft of light, banished to our solitary aisles amid the unmeasured seas, or how our sight was nurtured to glorious vision, to fade and vanish and leave us in the dark alone. The secret of God is upon our tabernacle, into his mystery I dare not pry. Only this I know. With him is strength, with him is wisdom, and his wisdom hath set darkness in our paths. Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, and in a little time we shall return again, into the vast, unanswering dark. O dark, thou awful, sweet, and holy dark, in thy solemn spaces beyond the human eye, God fashioned his universe, laid the foundations of the earth, laid the measure thereof, and stretched the line upon it. Shut up the sea with doors, and made the glory of the clouds a covering for it. Commanded his morning, and behold, chaos fled before the uplifted face of the sun. Divided a water-course for the overflowing of waters, sent rain upon the earth, upon the wilderness wherein there was no man, upon the desert where grew no tender herb, and lo, there was greenness upon the plains, and the hills were clothed with beauty. Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, and in a little time we shall return again, into the vast, unanswering dark. O dark, thou secret, and inscrutable dark, in thy silent depths, the spring whereof man hath not fathomed, God wrought the soul of man. O dark, compassionate, all-knowing dark, tenderly, as shadows to the evening, comes thy message to man. Softly thou layest thy hand on his tired eyelids, and his soul, weary and homesick, returns unto thy soothing embrace. Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, and in a little time we shall return again, into the vast, unanswering dark. O dark, wise, vital thought quickening dark, in thy mystery thou hideest the light that is the soul's life. Upon the solitary shores I walk unafraid, I dread no evil, though I walk in the valley of the shadow. I shall not know the ecstasy of fear, when gentle death leads me through life's open door, when the bands of night are sundered, and the day out pours its light. Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, and in a little time we shall return again, into the vast, unanswering dark. The timid soul, fear driven, shunts the dark, but upon the cheeks of him who must abide in shadow, breathes the wind of rushing angel wings, and round him falls a light from unseen fires. Magical beams glow with wart the darkness, paths of beauty wind through his black world to another world of light, where no veil of sense shuts him out from paradise. Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, and in a little time we shall return again, into the vast, unanswering dark. O dark, thou blessed, quiet dark! To the lone exile who must dwell with thee, thou art benign and friendly. From the harsh world thou dost shut him in. To him thou whispers the secrets of the wondrous night. Upon him thou bestowest regions wide and boundless as his spirit. Thou giveest a glory to all humble things. With thy hovering pinions thou coverest all unlovely objects. Under thy brooding wings there is peace. Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, and in a little time we shall return again, into the vast, unanswering dark. 2. Once in regions void of light I wandered, in blank darkness I stumbled, and fear led me by the hand. My feet pressed earthward, afraid of pitfalls. By many shapeless terrors of the night affrighted, to the wakeful day I held out my besieging arms. Then came love, bearing in her hand the torch that is the light unto my feet, and softly spoke love. Has thou entered into the treasures of darkness? Has thou entered into the treasures of the night? Search out thy blindness, it holdeth riches past computing. The words of love set my spirit aflame, my eager fingers searched out the mysteries, the splendours, the inmost sacredness of things, and in the vacancies discerned with spiritual sense the fullness of life, and the gates of day stood wide. I am shaken with gladness, my limbs tremble with joy, my heart and the earth tremble with happiness, the ecstasy of life is broad in the world. Knowledge hath uncurrentened heaven, on the utter most shores of darkness there is light, midnight hath sent forth a beam, the blind that stumbled in darkness without light, behold a new day, and the obscurity gleams the star of thought, imagination hath a luminous eye, and the mind hath a glorious vision. 3 The man is blind, what is life to him? A closed book held up against a sightless face? Would that he could see yawned beauty as star, and know for one transcendent moment the palpitating joy of sight? All sight is up the soul, behold it in the upward flight of the unfettered spirit. Has thou seen thought bloom in the blind child's face? Has thou seen his mind grow, like the running dawn to grasp the vision of the master? It was the miracle of inward sight. In the realms of wonderment where I dwell, I explore life with my hands, I recognize and am happy. My fingers are ever a thirst for the earth, and drink of its wonders with delight, draw out earth's dear delights, my feet are charged with the murmur, the throb of all things that grow. This is touch, this quivering, this flame, this ether, this glad rush of blood, this daylight in my heart, this glow of sympathy in my palms. Thou blind, loving, all-prying touch, thou openness the book of life to me. The noiseless little noises of the earth come with softest rustle, the shy sweet feet of life, the silky mutter of moth wings against my restraining palm, the strident beat of insect wings, the silvery trickle of water, little breeze is busy in the summer grass, the music of crisp whisking scurrying leaves, the swirling wind-swept frost-tinted leaves, the crystal splash of summer rain saturate with the odors of the sod. With alert fingers I listen to the showers of sound that the wind shakes from the forest. I bathe in the liquid shade under the pines, where the air hangs cool after the shower is done. My saucy little friend the squirrel flips my shoulder with his tail, leaps from leafy billow to leafy billow, returns to eat his breakfast from my hand. Between us there is glad sympathy. He gambles. My pulse is dance.  Have not my fingers flit the sand on the sun-flooded beach? Have not my naked body felt the water sing when the sea hath enveloped it with rippling music? Have I not felt the lilt of waves beneath my boat? The flap of sail, the strain of mast, the wild rush of the lightning-charged winds. Have I not smelt the swift keen flight of winged odors before the tempest? Here is joy awake, aglow. Here is the tumult off the heart. My hands evoke sight and sound out of feeling, intershifting the senses endlessly, linking motion with sight, odor with sound. They give color to the honeyed breeze, the measure and passion of a symphony, to the beat and quiver of unseen wings. In the secrets of earth and sun and air, my fingers are wise. They snatch light out of darkness. They thrill to harmonies breathed in silence. I walked in the stillness of the night, and my soul uttered her gladness. O night, still, odorous night, I love thee. O wide, spacious night, I love thee.  I lean against thy strength. I am comforted. O fathomless, soothing night, thou art a balm to my restless spirit. I nestle gratefully in thy bosom, dark and gracious mother. Like a dove, I rest in thy bosom. Out of the uncharted, unthinkable dark we came, and in a little time we shall return again, into the vast, unanswering dark. End of A Chant of Darkness End of The World I Live In, by Helen Keller


Looks like we're ready to go for Lesson 1. Lesson 1 is energy and society. As we talked about, this lesson is going to teach us basically about energy. What is energy? And in which units we measure energy, commonly used units, and there are different forms of energy that we use. For example, we use electrical energy or mechanical energy, like moving a car, etc. And we need to know the units in which we measure these different forms of energy. So we'll learn about forms of energy. We'll learn about the units in which we measure these forms of energy. And also we will get into a very, very important distinction between energy and power. And you need to be very clear that is the key concept in this lesson that I want you to concentrate on. Power and energy. And once we know the difference, using power we can calculate energy, or if we know the energy and time we can calculate the power. So we will also look at some of those calculations. And once we know the power, we can calculate energy, as I said. So we are going to do some exercises, like for example, a computer consumes some power, at the rate at which energy is drawn. And if we use for so many hours, what is the energy consumption by this computer? And similarly, we can do for a refrigerator. We can do for any other appliance that you use at home. These are common appliances that we are using every day in life. So when we add up the energy consumed by computers, by toaster, by oven, by refrigerator, by lighting, et cetera at your place, you get basically energy consumption of all your equipment in a day. And we are going to do that and calculate energy consumption for a day and then for a month. And we can calculate also electric bill for one whole month. So that would be our objective in this lesson. Be careful again. The distinction between energy and power is a very important concept. Forms of energy and the units in which we measure energy are the things that we will be looking at in this wonderful chapter. All right, why wait? Let's go and start our chapter. Good luck.


What's going on guys, today I am back with another Destiny video and today I give you my recommendations of what you should spend your Legendary Marks on come the 27th of June 2017. Now before we get into the video guys, if you do enjoy leaving a like is much appreciated on my behalf. Okay so we're going to start with the Crucible Quarter Master and to be honest there's nothing incredible here this week but there are a few bits and bobs that you maybe interested in. We're going to start with the Zero Day Dilemma. As we can see on this we've got on it Hidden Hand Handlaid Stuck as well as Basurina or Gunadier. Now this is actually quite a decent auto rifle and the archetype is quite powerful as well. With Hidden Hand and Handlaid Stuck we've got stability, we've got target acquisition, this is actually quite decent, it isn't too bad at all and Basurina as well. Even Gunadier why not if you're that type of person who likes to chuck grenades why not. So yeah the Zero Day Dilemma isn't that bad this week. Also a weapon that isn't too bad this week is the B29 Party Favour. On it this week we have Headseeker, Breishraim, I'm not sure what that takes the magazine size down to probably about 18 probably less than that which is a bit of a shame. We've got Appended Magazine which increases magazine size as well as Outlaw or Life Support so this could be quite decent. I've probably got with Outlaw Appended Mag and Headseeker. I mean you obviously don't have to be as accurate with Headseeker because body shots increase position damage for a short time so yes aim for the body, every headshot will give you extra damage so why not. So yeah this isn't actually too bad, the sight I know I actually don't mind that sight as well. The reflex sight it's underrated, a lot of people just say it's absolute garbage but to be honest it's a way worse sight you can have in this game. So yes the B29 Party Favour this week isn't too bad, what else we've got. The Hero Formula, I've said this a million times I've got a perfect road version of this and it's still a garbage weapon in my opinion. Reactive Reload, Perfect Balance or Armour-Pacing Rans and Zen Moment but no, no Reactive Reload is normally good on Scout rifles but I'd skip that, I really would. I never got a barrel for Shoryu the bad weapon so we're going to skip the Palindrome instantly because it's just garbage this week. Each new day if you're a fusion rifle sort of person this isn't too bad here, we've got a rangefinder, a small bore or accelerated coils with knee pads or under dug rangefinder on each new day with great stability, not bad, not bad. I'm absolutely loving my Saladin's visual at the minute, such a beast of a weapon it really is. You get that from Arkham's forge by the way if you're wondering. Final round Rifle with replenish or life support, we've got Smite with control, we've got Accurus Ballistic and Soft Ballistics so not too bad of a shotgun either, just drop down to one bullet, kill somebody cross map as you do with final round on shotguns. Event Horizon as well, PvE Sniper, great, great roll, we've got on it, Firefly, Small Boy which increases stability and range or you could go with Quick Drawbot for PvE, ain't going to make a difference and we've got Triple Tap as well with a sight which is quite decent for PvE and that's the Longview SLR10, so yes, not bad if you're after a PvE weapon.  So we've got to check out Vanguard so I'll catch you guys quickly back in a sec. Okay guys so we're at the Vanguard Quarter Master and there's two weapons this week, in my opinion worth you taking a double look at and the first one is the Angel's Advocate, I actually made a video on this weapon quite a while back when he brought a similar role or she brought a similar role, I don't know he's a Vanguard Quarter Master male or female, I ain't got a clue, either way she'll have got robot boobies or robot penis. But yeah here we have Rodeo, Perfect Balance and Hidden Hand or you could swap Perfect Balance for Hammer Forge but this shoots quite well relatively quick for a scout so I've probably got a Rodeo and Perfect Balance just because of stability wise, we've hidden hand as well, this weapon is like a legendary melee multi-tool it really is. Now I'll link the weapon review I did of this weapon in the video description if you do want to check it out but Angel's Advocate is definitely a decent scout rifle for PvP really is. Okay and the other weapon which is quite decent this week is the Teacup Tempest, on the right we have Rangefinder, Hand Loaded or High Calibur Rans with Outlaw or Gascade, now I love this True Shot as well or Sure Shot, yeah not bad, Teacup Tempest isn't in my opinion the best sidearm in the game but it's quite decent, I've died to it quite a lot within PvP, never actually owned a decent rolled version, well I have a whole owned one but I've just dismantled it because I've got amazing sidearms, I'm sure I don't have one I'm using now, even though I think I forgot I'm in this character, yes I have here, the Binding Blaze, I love this thing I really do, Rangefinder, Snapshot and Reinforced and it's great, it really is, you've got extended range within two perks with Snapshot and it just drops, it's actually really good, when you get that from Iron Banner Banties I think you may be able to get it from the weekly sidearm Banty that Lord Shax brings or is it the Crucible Quartermaster, whichever one brings the weapon Banties, actually you can, that's where I've got it from, that is where I've got it from so yeah, the Binding Blaze is a must must weapon to grind for and that's it people for the Vanguard Quartermaster there's nothing else here, actually you've got a PP or a movie, can't really see but yes, okay so what I'm going to do now guys is I'm going to skip to Dead Orbe and see if there's anything there worth your time and who is this dude, the tale of Bob, okay well Dead Orbe, it's a little bit of a disappointment this week, I mean there's literally nothing here, there's literally nothing here, Keystone is probably the best weapon but this in my opinion needs stability, it really does and it we've got Full Auto, Hammer Forge and or Outlaw and Hidden Hand, I mean it could be decent, I mean with these three perks but it bans it, I mean it shoots slow, high impact, we all can see that but it still bounces, relatively violent, I had this weapon without no stability and it's powerful, don't get me wrong, it's extremely powerful but it needs stability, I mean this could be good for you, I mean it's a decent role but in my opinion definitely needs stability but yes Dead Orbe this week is shocking so Future Walkout here we come, okay so Future Walkout has a couple good weapons this week and the first one being the waltz, now the waltz as we all know is a rapid pull shredder, it just shoots crazy fast, it takes a lot to control it as well but this week we have on it Counter Bans which is the best stability perk in the game, you couldn't wish for more, we've also gotten it Hammer Forged shredder, I don't know why I was gonna say range rather than Hammer Forged or Feeding Frenzy with Armour Peace and Rines or Quick Draw, me personally I go with the top three perks here and it could surprise you it really could and that's if I was going to buy this weapon this week which I probably won't but if you guys are into this fast fire rate my low impact pull trifle, this may be for you another weapon this week which is actually really good and that is this right here, on it we have Cluster Bomb, a Tripod, Fled Magwell or Quick Draw with Warhead Veneers, Suffer Launch or Hard Launch, now this is a great great great great PvE weapon right here it really is, shame it hasn't got what's it called Field Scout but still we're having a Tripod and Cluster Bomb which is amazing for bosses it really is so yes if you're after a PvE Rocket Launcher the Warpath this week is a decent decent, I wouldn't say it's a Mosby but it's decent it really is and to be honest with that is it this is an amazing sidearm when it comes to the right roll so if you're ever on a lookout for a sidearm always check for the Wormwood and the roll it's got it's still would outgun most other sidearms in the game it really would so yeah and other than that people nothing here is a must buy, nothing here worth mentioning in my opinion so I'm gonna quickly skip to future not future walkout so new monarchy and I'll zoom when I get there and that is it people we are at new monarchy and there's just nothing here there's nothing here worth you wasting your marks on because that's what it would be would be an absolute waste I mean no there's nothing I'd recommend there's seriously nothing I would recommend I mean okay the deposition seven I'd say okay so we've got a decent PvP roll here with ambush, lightweight or explosive rounds hammer forged or clan cartridge and hidden hand but how many of you guys actually need a sniper nowadays I mean if you need one this deposition isn't too bad at all decent for PvP but nothing else here people there's literally nothing else here and unfortunately that is it for another video hope you guys enjoyed if you did do smash that like button I do a power wish she ate support and as always guys I will see you on that next one


miracles. And we are on a review section. We still are on part one review two of the workbook lessons. So today we are going to look at lesson 84. These are the ideas for today's review. Love created me like itself. I am in the likeness of my Creator. I cannot suffer. I cannot experience loss and I cannot die. I am not a body. I would recognize my reality today. I will worship no idols nor raise my own self concept to replace my Christ self. I am in the likeness of my Creator. Love created me like itself. You might find these specific forms helpful in applying the idea. Let me not see an illusion of myself in this. As I look on this, let me remember my Creator. My Creator did not create this as I see it. Love holds no grievances. Grievances are completely alien to love. Grievances attack love and keep its light obscure. If I hold grievances, I am attacking love and therefore attacking my Christ self. My Christ self thus becomes alien to me. I am determined not to attack my Christ self today so that I can remember who I am. These specific forms for applying this idea would be helpful. This is no justification for denying myself. I will not use this to attack love. Let this not tempt me to attack myself. My Christ self. So beautiful. Love created me like itself. Love holds no grievances. And for some support for our lesson in practicing today, I have come back to chapter 31, the final vision, and it's section 8, Choose Once Again. Temptation has one lesson it would teach in all its forms, whatever it occurs. It would persuade the Holy Son of God, He is a body, born in what must die, unable to escape its frailty and bound by what it orders him to feel. It sets limits on what he can do. Its power is the only strength he has. His grasp cannot exceed its tiny reach. Would you be this if Christ appeared to you in all his glory asking you but this? Choose once again if you would take your place among the saviors of the world, or would remain in hell and hold your brothers there. For he has come and he is asking this. How do you make the choice? How easily is this explained? You always choose between your weakness and the strength of Christ in you. And what you choose is what you think is real. Simply by never using weakness to direct your actions you have given it no power. And the light of Christ in you is given charge of everything you do. For you have brought your weakness unto him and he has given you his strength instead. Trials are but lessons that you fail to learn presented once again so where you made a faulty choice before you can now make a better one and thus escape all pain that what you chose before has brought to you. In every difficulty all distress and each perplexity Christ calls to you and gently says my brother choose again. He would not leave one source of pain unhealed nor any image left to veil the truth. He would remove all misery from you whom God created alter unto joy.   His strength is yours because he is the self that God created as his only son. The images you make cannot prevail against what God himself would have you be. Be never fearful of temptation then but see it as it is another chance to choose again and let Christ's strength prevail in every circumstance and every place you raised an image of yourself before. For what appears to hide the face of Christ is powerless before his majesty and disappears before his holy sight. The saviors of the world who see like him are merely those who choose his strength instead of their own weakness seen apart from him. They will redeem the world for they are joined in all the power of the will of God and what they will is only what he wills. Learn then the happy habit of response to all temptation to perceive yourself as weak and miserable with these words. I am as God created me. His son can suffer nothing and I am his son. Thus is Christ's strength invited to prevail replacing all your weakness with the strength that comes from God and that can never fail. And thus our miracles as natural as fear and agony appeared to be before the choice for holiness was made. For in that choice are false distinctions gone illusory alternatives laid by and nothing left to interfere with truth.  What you behold is sickness and is pain, is weakness and is suffering and loss, is but temptation to perceive yourself defenseless and in hell. Yield not to this and you will see all pain in every form wherever it occurs but disappear as missed before the sun. A miracle has come to heal God's son and close the door upon his dreams of weakness opening the way to his salvation and release. Choose once again what you would have him be remembering that every choice you make establishes your own identity as you will see it and believe it is. Deny me not the little gift I ask when in exchange I lay before your feet the peace of God and power to bring this peace to everyone who wanders in the world uncertain, lonely, and in constant fear. For it is given you to join with him and through the Christ in you unveil his eyes and let him look upon the Christ in him. My brothers in salvation do not fail to hear my voice and listen to my words. I ask for nothing but your own release. There is no place for hell within a world whose loveliness yet can be so intense and so inclusive it is but a step from there to heaven. To your tired eyes I bring a vision of a different world so new and clean and fresh you will forget the pain and sorrow that you saw before. Yet this is a vision is which you must share with everyone you see for otherwise you will behold it not. To give this gift is how to make it yours and God ordained in loving kindness that it be for you. Let us be glad that we can walk the world and find so many chances to perceive another situation where God's gift can once again be recognized as ours and thus will all the vestiges of hell the secret sins and hidden hates be gone and all the loveliness which they concealed appear like lawns of heaven to our sight to lift us high above the thorny roads we traveled on before the Christ appeared. Hear me my brothers hear and join with me. God has ordained I cannot call in vain and in his certainty I rest content for you will hear and you will choose again and in this choice is everyone made free. I thank you father for these holy ones who are my brothers as they are your sons. My faith in them is yours. I am as sure that they will come to me as you are sure of what they are and will forever be. They will accept the gift I offer them because you gave it to me on their behalf and as I would but do your holy will so will they choose and I give thanks for them. Salvation song will echo through the world with every choice they make for we are one in purpose and the end of hell is near. Enjoyous welcome is my hand out stretched to every brother who would join with me in reaching past temptation and who looks with fixed determination toward the light that shines beyond in perfect constancy. Give me my own for they belong to you and can you fail in what is but your will. I give you thanks for what my brothers are and as each one elects to join with me the song of thanks from earth to heaven grows from tiny scattered threads of melody to one inclusive chorus from a world redeemed from hell and giving thanks to you and now we say amen for Christ has come to dwell in the abode you said for him before time was in calm eternity the journey closes ending at the place where it began no trace of it remains not one illusion is accorded faith and not one spot of darkness still remains to hide the face of Christ from anyone thy will is done complete and perfectly and all creation recognizes you and knows you as the only source it has clear your likeness does not shine forth clear in your likeness does not the light shine forth from everything that lives and moves in you for we have reached where all of us are one and we are home where you would have us be oh thank you Jesus we gladly go forth with our lessons of the day love created me like itself and also in the review love holds no grievances it's a day of rejoicing and remembering our identity and I have a song from svava and the song fits in with today's review lesson I am as God created me okay be carried be carried remember our review lessons for today love created me like itself and love holds no grievances amen all glory to God bye


Hello and welcome to the session. In this session we will discuss a question which says that show that the lines joining the midpoints of the sides of the triangle to the vertices opposite to it are concurrent. Now before starting the solution of this question, we should know our result. And that is, if it is possible to find three constants lambda, mu and mu to be 0 such that lambda into even x plus b1y plus even the whole plus mu into a2x plus b2y plus c3 the whole plus mu into a3x plus b3y plus c3 the whole is equal to 0. Now let us name it as 1. Then the lines even x plus b1y plus c1 is equal to 0, a2x plus b2y plus c2 is equal to 0, a3x plus b3y plus c3 is equal to 0 are concurrent. Let us name it as 2, 3 and 4 and particularly when lambda is equal to mu is equal to mu is equal to 1.  Now let this be p, this be q and this be r. So the line is equal to 0, q is equal to 0 and r is equal to 0 where p, q and r represent the linear expression in x and y is equal to 0. Then this result will work out as a key idea with the solution. Now in this question we have to show that the lines joining the midpoints of the sides of the triangle to the vertices opposite to it are concurrent. Now let us take a triangle a, b, c in which the coordinates of a, r, x1, y1, bits of b, r, x2, y2 and the coordinates of c, r, b, e, cf and ad are points of the sides of a triangle to the vertices opposite to a, b, e are the medians. Therefore d, e, b, c now point formula of dr, y3, y2 as d is the midpoint of bc so its coordinates are given by midpoint formula. So by midpoint formula of er, x3 by 2 and y1 plus y3 by 2, x2 by 2 and y1 plus y2 by 2. So the two points x1, y1 and x2, y2 then the equation of that line is given by this formula. Therefore the equation ad, ad by 3 by 4 coordinates of b and these are the coordinates of a. The equation of ad by 2 point form will be y minus y1 is equal to 2 plus y3 by 2 minus y1 whole upon 3 by 2 minus x1 double into x minus x1 double. That is y minus y1 is equal to y2 minus y1 over x2 minus x1 into x minus x1 which further implies y minus y1 is equal to plus y3 whole upon x2 plus x3 minus 2 x1 double into x minus x1 double. Now by past multiplying this implies y1 whole into x1 whole is equal to y2 plus y3 minus 2 y1 whole. That implies y into x2 plus x3 minus 2 x1 whole minus y1 into x2 plus x3 minus 2 x1 whole is equal to x into y2 plus y3 minus 2 y1 whole minus x1 into y2 plus y3 minus 2 y1 whole. This further implies y into x2 x1 whole minus x into y2 plus y3 minus 2 y1 whole minus y1 into x2 plus x3 minus 2 x1 whole plus x1 into y2 plus y3 minus 2 y1 whole is equal to 0. And let us explain this as how this one is the equation of the median A D. The median B E is 2 the whole minus x into y1 plus y3 minus 2 y2 the whole minus y2 into x1 plus x3 minus 2 x2 the whole into y1 plus y3 minus 2 y2 the whole is equal to this as equation number 2. Now y into x1 plus x2 minus 2 x3 the whole minus x into y1 plus y2 minus 2 y3 the whole minus y3 into x1 plus 3 the whole plus x3 into y1 plus y2 minus 2 y3 the whole is equal to 0. And let us explain this as equation number 3. Now we have this as the equation of the median A D that is represented by equation number 1. This is the equation of B E which is given by equation number 2 and this is the equation of C F which is given by equation number 3.   Now these all terms will be cancelled with each other equal to y into 0 minus x into 0 plus 0 which is equal to 0 minus 0 plus 0 which is equal to the idea it is given that the three lines p is equal to 0 q is equal to 0 and r is equal to 0 where p, q and r are the linear expression in x and y is equal to 0 then the given lines are concurrent. Now in this case and this was the line this is equal to 0 the lines represented by 1, 2 and 3 sides of the triangle to the vertices opposite to each other solution of the given question and that's all for this session. Hope you all have enjoyed this session.