Digital Alchemy Institute Presents:
820
This is a tribute to my Dad (b.4/18/1935; d.9/24/2002). I know he's resting in peace. But sometimes he looks down on me, from the clouds: sometimes it's a smile; at other times it's a mischievous grin; but mostly, he's just checking on me, lookin' down to see what's up with his son. It's very cool that I can see him, that he's not just in my memories, my heart. I keep trying to take a photograph of his apparition, but as soon as I get my camera ready to shoot, he's gone. It's good enough. I'll keep trying!
My Dad's rimimirim* number was 820. In his words:
820 started with My Dad, Ervin "Snuffy" Moore. Some people once thought that Abraham Lincoln died at
8:20, and this was the reason clocks were set at 8:20 in stores, magazines, pictures and ads.
President Lincoln really died at 7:22 a.m.
8 and 2 are 10. I don't think I ever was a 10 but one should always try.
8 and 2 are 10 and 0 = 100. Always try to give your best, 100%.
8:20a.m. & 8:20p.m. Two times a day to take an accounting of one's day.
In military time, 8:20 turns out to be 2020, which means Clear Vision!
820 Comes up many times in a day, plus thousands of times in a lifetime,
and in all sorts of ways - Just enjoy them!!
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* See: James Joyce - 'Finnegans Wake' (pg. 16, lines 27-28): I trumple from rath in mine mines when I rimimirim.
Email me: daemien@speakeasy.net
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Last Updated: 09/29/06
