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  • East Meets West

    Originally posted by allsirgarnet View Post
    I can never resist a challenge...

    Possible translation...

    Japanese pay TO than English USAmerica = The decadent 'West' is eclipsed by the industrious east.

    regards

    Gaz
    Unless Antarctica is the North Pole,

    then Asia is West of America,

    and Europe is East of America [1].

    So a real, native American does call China to be the Western Empire,

    and Europe to be the Eastern Empire.

    Except if Antarctica is the North Pole[2].

    Footnotes

    [1]
    Because Old World, European, foreigners

    do call California to be on the West Coast,

    and do call New York to be on the East Coast.

    [2]
    A bona fide, real, native American does call Antarctica to be the North Pole,

    so China is the Industrious East Orient,

    and Europe is that Western Empire.

  • #2
    Originally posted by SkyPilotUU View Post
    Unless Antarctica is the North Pole,

    then Asia is West of America,

    and Europe is East of America [1].

    So a real, native American does call China to be the Western Empire,

    and Europe to be the Eastern Empire.

    Except if Antarctica is the North Pole[2].

    Footnotes

    [1]
    Because Old World, European, foreigners

    do call California to be on the West Coast,

    and do call New York to be on the East Coast.

    [2]
    A bona fide, real, native American does call Antarctica to be the North Pole,

    so China is the Industrious East Orient,

    and Europe is that Western Empire.
    Following you logic then (never thought I would say that), at which point does east become west and west become east?

    In either the north is north and south is south position, of course.
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    • #3
      None of the above is either necessary or essentialy relevent friend Cyberia... for the SkyPilot man.....

      In fact, it might only be necessary for those of us who consider the relevence of Georgraphy as a requirement for living ....but Prophets have no need for such mundane issues.....

      Their calling is far greater.

      But as I am not a prophet.... but a 'mere master of reconn' ...... meszcall will sufice...and the SkyPilot knows this well.

      best to ya

      CV

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      • #4
        Originally posted by Centrix Vigilis View Post
        None of the above is either necessary or essentialy relevent friend Cyberia... for the SkyPilot man.....

        CV
        From a purely navigational sense, I agree. Skypilot knows full well both where he is and where he is going.

        However, for those of us not as secure on our axis, the question of where east indeeds meets west remains geographically relevant.
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        • #5
          I've always guided myself by Greenwich Meridian, whatever it's on it's left side (as your facing north) it's west, what's on it's rigth side is East. Somewhere in the otherside of the world, there's a meridian that's the other half of the Greenwhich one that serves as reference. So, for me China is East and the US West.
          All warfare is based on deception.
          Sun Tzu - Art of war - Chapter One - Laying Plans


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          • #6
            Yes, that is all very good, but just remember when you are studying the Civil War that South Dakota fought for the North, and North Carolina fought for the South.

            "Get three coffins ready" The Man With No Name

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            • #7
              When I lived in Japan....The East Was the Americas, But now that I am home the Far East is Japan......(Which is actually now West of me) Now look what you guys have done I have gotten all confused
              Sky is onto something here where DOES EAST and WEST really meet. and is it a relative thing to your Location on the Globe? I never heard the Japanese refer to themselves as the FAR EAST. According to them they ARE the East.....Hence the name...The Land of the Rising Sun.

              Footnotes:
              1) A course of 090 or so.. degrees in the Mid-Pacific, meant home...but we never set that course Our Course was more like a 325 degrees or so......

              2) Skypilot UU: Don't ever stop wondering about the world around you....it is an interesting place!
              Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
              In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
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              • #8
                Originally posted by Sgt. Rock View Post
                Yes, that is all very good, but just remember when you are studying the Civil War that South Dakota fought for the North, and North Carolina fought for the South.

                "Get three coffins ready" The Man With No Name
                Ah ah ah, very funny. I guess if you said North Dakota fought for the North and South Carolina fought for the south, it would loose it's punch.
                All warfare is based on deception.
                Sun Tzu - Art of war - Chapter One - Laying Plans


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                • #9
                  I'm a Westerner but I live further East than most people on the planet.
                  The truth? You can't handle the truth! No truth handler you! I deride your truth handling abilities!
                  Sideshow Bob.

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                  • #10
                    The Ballad of East and West

                    Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936)


                    OH, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
                    Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
                    But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
                    When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth!

                    Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side,
                    And he has lifted the Colonel’s mare that is the Colonel’s pride:
                    He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day,
                    And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away.

                    Then up and spoke the Colonel’s son that led a troop of the Guides:
                    “Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?”
                    Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar,
                    “If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are.

                    At dusk he harries the Abazai—at dawn he is into Bonair,
                    But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare,
                    So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly,
                    By the favor of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai,

                    But if he be passed the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then,
                    For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal’s men.
                    There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
                    And ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen.”

                    With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell, and the head of the gallows-tree.
                    The Colonel’s son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat—
                    Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat.

                    He ’s up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can fly,
                    Till he was aware of his father’s mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai,
                    Till he was aware of his father’s mare with Kamal upon her back,
                    And when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the pistol crack.

                    He has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide.
                    “Ye shoot like a soldier,” Kamal said. “Show now if ye can ride.”
                    It ’s up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dust-devils go,
                    The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe.

                    The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above,
                    But the red mare played with the snaffle-bars, as a maiden plays with a glove.
                    There was rock to the left and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
                    And thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho’ never a man was seen.

                    They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn,
                    The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn.
                    The dun he fell at a water-course—in a woful heap fell he,
                    And Kamal has turned the red mare back, and pulled the rider free.

                    He has knocked the pistol out of his hand—small room was there to strive,
                    “’T was only by favor of mine,” quoth he, “ye rode so long alive:
                    There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clump of tree,
                    But covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked on his knee.

                    If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low,
                    The little jackals that flee so fast, were feasting all in a row:
                    If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have held it high,
                    The kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly.”

                    Lightly answered the Colonel’s son:—“Do good to bird and beast,
                    But count who come for the broken meats before thou makest a feast.
                    If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away,
                    Belike the price of a jackal’s meal were more than a thief could pay.

                    They will feed their horse on the standing crop, their men on the garnered grain,
                    The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain.
                    But if thou thinkest the price be fair,—thy brethren wait to sup,
                    The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn,—howl, dog, and call them up!

                    And if thou thinkest the price be high, in steer and gear and stack,
                    Give me my father’s mare again, and I ’ll fight my own way back!”
                    Kamal has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his feet.
                    “No talk shall be of dogs,” said he, “when wolf and gray wolf meet.

                    May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath;
                    What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?”
                    Lightly answered the Colonel’s son: “I hold by the blood of my clan:
                    Take up the mare for my father’s gift—by God, she has carried a man!”

                    The red mare ran to the Colonel’s son, and nuzzled against his breast,
                    “We be two strong men,” said Kamal then, “but she loveth the younger best.
                    So she shall go with a lifter’s dower, my turquoise-studded rein,
                    My broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups twain.”

                    The Colonel’s son a pistol drew and held it muzzle-end,
                    “Ye have taken the one from a foe,” said he; “will ye take the mate from a friend?”
                    “A gift for a gift,” said Kamal straight; “a limb for the risk of a limb.
                    Thy father has sent his son to me, I ’ll send my son to him!”

                    With that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a mountain-crest—
                    He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a lance in rest.
                    “Now here is thy master,” Kamal said, “who leads a troop of the Guides,
                    And thou must ride at his left side as shield on shoulder rides.

                    Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed,
                    Thy life is his—thy fate it is to guard him with thy head.
                    So thou must eat the White Queen’s meat, and all her foes are thine,
                    And thou must harry thy father’s hold for the peace of the border-line.

                    And thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy way to power—
                    Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am hanged in Peshawur.”
                    They have looked each other between the eyes, and there they found no fault,
                    They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on leavened bread and salt:

                    They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod,
                    On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Wondrous Names of God.
                    The Colonel’s son he rides the mare and Kamal’s boy the dun,
                    And two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there went forth but one.

                    And when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full twenty swords flew clear—
                    There was not a man but carried his feud with the blood of the mountaineer.
                    “Ha’ done! ha’ done!” said the Colonel’s son. “Put up the steel at your sides!
                    Last night ye had struck at a Border thief—to-night ’t is a man of the Guides!”

                    Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the two shall meet,
                    Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
                    But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
                    When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth.
                    Last edited by w john spurrell; 28 Aug 07, 14:39.
                    "Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen." - Albert Einstein

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