Aaron M. Weis
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Aaron M. Weis is an online journalist, web content writer, and avid blogger who specializes in spirituality, science, and technology.
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The Ship of Dreams: Chapter 8
Space-time is that one grand variable and constituent that connects all things, living and otherwise. Through its shapeless form, infinite roads and pathways transmit incalculable bits of information and data via this elaborate connection that is the very matter of life. It is this medium that communicates the happenings of the world, almost instantaneously, at a rate that is faster than even quantum physics would seemingly permit for in the exchange between particles.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams: Chapter 9
The British Naval Officer Edward Smith stormed the deck. He was fit to be tied, and absolutely fuming at the bits. He had been enjoying a cup of tea and had hardly had the time to set it down when he felt a thunderous rattling all around him. Rattling at sea was never a good thing.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams: Chapter 7
There was something to traveling the open sea that was seemingly ineffable to describe by virtue of its own paradoxical quality. It was as if the very act of being lost amidst the vast expanse of ocean waves boldly proclaimed, “This is freedom.” One that signaled yet another one of humankind’s attempts to pit themselves against and come up on top of nature and her most basic elements. That somehow, by looking into the depths of those waters that stretched further beyond what the naked human eye could see was the means to complete liberation of one’s spirit, one’s very soul. As if it called to it, whispered to it, asking it if it so wanted to be unchained.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams: Chapter 6
Geoffrey paced back and forth throughout his spacious cabin as he scavenged the room for his life vest. Simple task it was, proved difficult with Geoffrey working against himself as he tore the room apart in his search. The outer world reflects one’s inner self, at least that is how the saying goes, and Geoffrey’s room was no exception.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams
Heralding his one and only three-piece suit, Geoffrey sat alone in the Titanic dining hall at a table that was tucked away in the corner just by the exit. He had chosen the table because it gave him a birds-eye vantage point of the whole vast chamber while allowing him to note the individuals that came and went through the gigantic giant French double doors beside him. At the same time, he did so because it provided him with a sense of security with his back being turned to the rest of the room with so little space between in and the wall behind him.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams
Titanic was being hailed as the millionaire floating palace and it did not take long for Geoffrey to see why. There was a part of him that longed to have a run-in with Thomas Andrews, the grand designer of the ship to shake his hand personally for his testimony of sheer ingenuity.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams (Chapter 2)
Geoffrey was just chuffed to bits for his momentary break between travels. The morning left him feeling rather knackered, to say the least, as he had been required to wake up at the crack of dawn so that he may catch the early boat train destined for Southampton, London. For all intended purposes, he had chanced waking so early to see if he could get his hands on a ticket for an earlier departure ticket.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
An Unsinkable Love
The whole thing was surreal. An hour had passed since the Titanic had struck ice, and only the first of the lifeboats were being lowered into the freezing waters below. Shrieks and cries reverberated out into the vast nothingness of the Atlantic Ocean for no one to hear; only to be silenced by the booming crystalline white rockets exploding overhead.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2022
An Unsinkable LoveTop Story - April 2022
The whole thing was surreal. An hour had passed since Titanic had struck ice, and only the first of the lifeboats were being lowered into the freezing waters below. Shrieks and cries reverberated out into the vast nothingness of the Atlantic Ocean for no one to hear; only to be silenced by the booming crystalline white rockets exploding overhead.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams
In the current epoch of humankind that we find ourselves part of, one cannot emphasize enough the unprecedented importance that must be placed on the process of documenting the history of the subjective reality that we find ourselves part of. We find ourselves at this junction as a direct consequence of countless variables that are placed therewithin as part of the technology that we use to catalog such information. Over the course of the last half a century or so this has become more relevant in how overly dependent we have become on the devices that we use, which become in part extensions of us to a certain degree. So, now, more than ever before in our history, must we be mindful of this fact in our day-to-day lives. We do live in a period of information unlike ever before; the most painstakingly obvious exemplification of which is found in the statistics alone, in that we as a people create over 2.5 quintillion bytes of raw data per day, which combined with such factors as the IoT, or Internet of Things have produced for more than ninety percent of the available knowledge in the last ten years alone.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in FYI
The Ship of Dreams (Chapter 1)
All of life can be measured in a single breath. At 2:02 a.m. British Summer Time on the morning of April 2nd, 1912, that is exactly what Geoffrey Archibald found himself gasping for as he stirred awake from his deep slumber, his eyes bulging wide from the momentary lack of oxygen. Suspended somewhere between the fleeting feeling one gets that gives them the impression that they are falling from some high altitude as one might experience right before they fall asleep, and the sensation as if he had just been submerged under ice, Geoffrey sat upright on the edge of the bed. It was the dream again.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Fiction
Autism Spectrum Disorder and Schizophrenia: Differentiating the Two
WHAT THIS ARTICLE WILL COVER: Cases of Autism Spectrum Disorder have been burgeoning over the last decade or so. So much so that it was believed that there was an Autism epidemic, albeit, it has been downplayed that this was merely a growth in diagnoses. The general assumption was that this was attributed to environmental factors, or as a byproduct of vaccines. However, none of this has been quantified by concrete evidence. We have seen this in popular culture, in the romanticized depictions of individuals on the spectrum such as that of Sheldon Cooper in, The Big Bang Theory, or Christian Wolff in the Account.
By Aaron M. Weis2 years ago in Longevity
