The Guardian for this meeting was stevenaia Michinaga. The comments are by stevenaia Michinaga.

Tonight Boxy and I spent the time distracted with emails, ice cream and scripts offscreen, not much focus on the session, however there were many drop-in and drop-outs this evening. 

Alfred Kelberry (boxy), observerm visited, iwandertoo Resident, (susan) was on her Mobile Phone so I moved her into position, gently, before she departed, Bleu Oleander stopped in for a brief moment. Malinson Bloobury arrives, poofs and returns .... with a poem and much more

Alfred Kelberry: wuff!
Alfred Kelberry: stev :)
Alfred Kelberry: nice to see you
stevenaia Michinaga: waves... reading recent emails :)
stevenaia Michinaga: how are you?
Alfred Kelberry: i'm ok, just been fixing a few scripts here in sl
stevenaia Michinaga: nice ablility
Alfred Kelberry: you keep reading, i have to write one myself :)
stevenaia Michinaga: okies
stevenaia Michinaga: need to get More ice cream too
Alfred Kelberry: nom :)

--BELL--

Alfred Kelberry: *looks around*
stevenaia Michinaga: smiles
Alfred Kelberry: still no one
stevenaia Michinaga: nope
stevenaia Michinaga: just you amd me
Alfred Kelberry: isn't it odd for 7 pm?
stevenaia Michinaga: no, anything goes here :)
Alfred Kelberry: :)
stevenaia Michinaga: what kind iof script were you tweaking
Alfred Kelberry: i did an app that allows scritps to store data and it altered slightly how my tweet and pab boxes operate. so i had to tweak them :)
stevenaia Michinaga: hello susan
iwandertoo Resident: waves...mobile
stevenaia Michinaga: you appear to be doing a PaB moonwalk to nowhere
iwandertoo Resident: lol
Alfred Kelberry: susan :)
iwandertoo Resident: hi boxy
iwandertoo Resident: :)
Alfred Kelberry: that helped, stev :)
iwandertoo Resident: ?
stevenaia Michinaga: I move you.... (like in the Wild Thing" song
iwandertoo Resident: haha
stevenaia Michinaga: but you stopped moonwalking and appear like one of the group now
stevenaia Michinaga: hello Bleu
Bleu Oleander: hey
iwandertoo Resident: hi bleu
Bleu Oleander: how is everyone?
iwandertoo Resident: well, thanks. you?
Bleu Oleander: great thx
stevenaia Michinaga: I was eating ice cream, Boxy was scripting and susan is mobile, except in SL
iwandertoo Resident: :)
Bleu Oleander: brb
iwandertoo Resident: ohhhhh ice cream. !!!!!!
stevenaia Michinaga: sorry you missed it
iwandertoo Resident: glad you enjoyed it
stevenaia Michinaga: was at a computer user group this evening, shoing my inner CAD geekness
stevenaia Michinaga: needed ice cream to unwind :)
iwandertoo Resident: :) how did it go?
iwandertoo Resident: ice cream man....ice cream...thinks eddy murphy

--BELL--

stevenaia Michinaga: low turn out so we learned alot
stevenaia Michinaga: hello Malinson
Malinson Bloobury: hi
iwandertoo Resident: waves
stevenaia Michinaga: susan is not mobile tonight
stevenaia Michinaga: a cellular affliction
iwandertoo Resident: haha
iwandertoo Resident: best to everyone...transition time...next leg
stevenaia Michinaga: leg?
stevenaia Michinaga: was she driving, (hope not)
stevenaia Michinaga: people seem to be dissappearing and appearing ALL NIGHT
stevenaia Michinaga: waves to observerm
stevenaia Michinaga: (or no one whould know you are here)
stevenaia Michinaga: observerm poofs, just you and me again enjoying the lovely peaceful evening

--BELL--

stevenaia Michinaga: Sorry Malinson, I didn;t see you return
Malinson Bloobury: neither did I.
stevenaia Michinaga: I msut go now, thank you for joining us
stevenaia Michinaga: :)
stevenaia Michinaga: night boxy
Malinson Bloobury: just you and me I suppose.
Alfred Kelberry: hi :)
Malinson Bloobury: hello
Alfred Kelberry: i'm not really here, sorry :)
Malinson Bloobury: That's okay
    Once there was a theorist that made a bold claim,
    that he knew of the match that started our flame.
    Reveal would he not on how it was first struck,
    it so happened to be that is was just our luck.
     despite the wisdom of his sutra’s of reason,
    he ended a life at the heels of its treason.
    Though some have come in pretend of his title,
    entertain would they not my question so vital.
    If Samsara is eternal and ceaseless with life,
    Then where is the proof of the dividing knife?

--BELL--

    If an escape we can make in a place we are stuck,
    then what of the entrance that was just our luck?
    My question again as best was said,
    Is how can you find an eternal bed?
    Taught are the teachings of karmic inventions,
     From a back so turned to my stately questions.
     What is the meaning of a word of expression,
    When used apart from its applied conception?
    Forever is never and never is naught,
    whenever wherever no sever is sought.
    From the mind of one came teachings of many,
    schools in conflict worth less than a penny.
    If ashes to ashes then dust is to dust,
     so how can we deny the meaning of must?
     Embrace though you will of an entrance unknown,
    consider have you not of the conflict as shown.

Malinson Bloobury:

How would the reason as to why I am alter the fact that I am? Nothing unreal exists, yet there is a confliction in philosophy, the expression that nothing written or imagined truly exists. Add the inflections of a form in emptiness, a conundrum of enlightened madness, a blur of doubt as to the existence of anything.
Stretch as you will its ribbon of complexity, it unravels not a pattern of reality but a scramble of nonsense. It’s a thought of dispassion, a point of pointlessness, a past of no conclusion, an essence of no absolution. How is Nirvana not an illusion, a fantasy of eternal separation, a fictional idea of conclusiveness within a realm of inconclusiveness?

Alfred Kelberry: :)

Malinson Bloobury:

Warn though they may the madness of suspicion, the unanswered questions, the chastising words of a mind swelled in ignorance. Be au fait with the view of my witless words, mine is a painting of established vision, an anchor truth in the swells of deception.

Alfred Kelberry: the match that struck the flame - that would be the big bang :)

Malinson Bloobury: As is the potential in the depths of nothingness...

There exists in our universe more planets of uniqueness than there are grains of sand in all of Earth’s beaches.

Some lay lifeless, sterilized by the beings of intolerance that dominated their surfaces. One such world suffered a fate more horrid, wrought on by its ignorant sun of wandering bliss.
Malinson Bloobury: Visions were the nightmares of unspeakable belief; the glowing lasso in the sky; the burning rays of light no one of cloth could ever atone.

Loud were the screams of horror; the falling birds of affection; horrendous bodies of children, lifeless in the hands of pain.

Lost is the despair of scholarly faces; an ill-fated vacuum of oblivion; lost tears of hope tugged into nothingness.

What is the nature of a nine hundred million year old memory on an eight billion year journey? How far can the rays of their lost sun reach?

How long can the memories of the beloved children of Giion stretch accost the vastness of space? Just how lost are those birds of affection?

What of this Earth when the sun that shines above us all should decide otherwise; the cries of pain; an immensity of loss; a validity of existence pulled behind the veil of nothingness; wrought on by an ignorant sun of wandering bliss?

--BELL--

Alfred Kelberry: sorry, time to go for me
Malinson Bloobury: okay
Alfred Kelberry: be well :)