A Morse Code Alphabet Visual (Share)

Source: ency123 In 1832, an American artist sailed home from Europe. He had spent some time painting in Europe and hoped to sell his pictures when he arrived home. His name was Samuel Morse. The journey on the ship was to change Samuel Morse’s life. He met a young chemist from Boston, named Charles Jackson, […]

via A Morse Code Alphabet Visual (in case you need to know)… — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog


I have many nights like these when my mind races like a time lapse of the city streets. I’m an endless river of infinite ideas and knowledge. Every moment of when this river flow goes, I find these infinite ideas and knowledge flowing out of my finger tips onto the medium of my choosing. I morph that medium into a form that shines as bright as the universe’s brightest star.

The question is, am I crazy for randomly bursting endless thoughts onto this post? Every tip-tip-tap-tap of every key I press continues to energize the ebb and flow of my life.

If being ‘crazy’, or just plain random makes a difference in the world? So be it.




I seem to have a tendency to go on and on rambling about whatever comes to mind whenever I am nervous, bored, anxious, or all of the above. Please excuse the randomness of said post. I’m no longer the kind of person that absolutely NEEDS things to be done in a particular order. I’m now more so, the kind of person that ‘goes with the flow’. No longer shall I have organized, clean cut, T’s crossed, I’s dotted, posts. What is the point of that? Why must everything be so black and white? Is everything in life truly this black and white? Yes, no, good, bad, right, wrong? No maybes? Ah whatever. Enough said.