Reading two books that relate to each other. One was written about how a teenage boy saw and experienced one of history's worst dictator. The other talks about the end of days which is a constant topic of interest to many people these days.

Night - The author talks about his personal ordeal and the insight of how and what happened. He describes the peoples' reaction during every day life. It was hard for me to read the part about how cruel and desensitized Hitler's army was and knowing that some who followed his ideology are still the same, heartless.

End of Days - The author talks about history - past predictions, biblical, and that many people talk about and discuss what will happen and what has happened.

The similarities are:

1. People told of events that were happening in other areas and people didn't believe. Life went on as normal.

2. People had visions of what was happening. They were called mad.

3. People became police. Even though they had other occupations. They were the eyes and ears.

4. Those who were in the army of a country were replaced with look alikes to round up the targeted people. The process to keep order. The enemy within.

5. People believed in God and that was tested. Different religions, not just the jews. To see if their Savior would come and save them.

6. People believed the lie that they'd be working like the others and reality hit when they realized the stories they were told were true about how people were being eliminated.

Reading End of Days the author tells of many who believe we are in the End of Days experiencing some of the biblical prophecies. We are experiencing unusual weather patterns. The earth is vibrating more than usual and soon we'll experience the earthquakes in unusual places. What the earth will release could end millions of living creatures including man.

We are always talking about war and fighting constantly. Many events happening at the same time. Why aren't we all looking at why there is so much tremors around the ridges and the ring of fire? Do we have to experience the loss of an island of people before we believe. What is happening in the Pacific Ocean touches every nation.

The little four year old girl fell asleep again and was awoken when the lady in silk stockings pulled her out from under the desk and took the duck tape off and put the little girl's hands in front of her. She said "I know you wont yell because you know I'll do it to you beat you up like your brother."

The little girl was so scared. She wasn't even related to her best friend. The lady in silk stockings never even really asked the little girl if it was true. The lady in silk stockings then took the kerchief that was tied around the little girl's mouth and placed it over the little girl's eyes and tied the little girl's hands in front. The little girl and her best friend now sat out in the open of the room.

The little girl could hear the students enter the room. They were told that dinner was being served in the tea room and that they weren't to go home or to their dorms. Their test was that evening. One of the students' asked "How come the kids were blindfolded and sitting on the floor?" The professor said "It was their test, they have to listen."

The student did not question any further and then went for dinner with the rest.

The assistant and the professor's son then was told to put the children each in a gym bag.

(Writing in a blog is easier to let my mind just flow and empty out. which is priceless. Sanity)

The little girl was then duck taped with her hands behind her back and a kerchief over her mouth. She could still see what was happening in the room and placed under the desk. Her best friend after he was beaten never cried because they said "If you cry we'll do what we did to your friend." The grownups never knew that the two boys were related.

The grownups then continued discussing their plans and their plans on how to get rid of the three children.

When around one o'clock p.m. two students walked in to see if they could help with papers or books for the afternoon class. The twelve year old girl was behind them and asked "if the little boy was ready to go home early." The professor had said "Yes." "He is in the classroom."

No one knew that the soon to be step brother was going to live with his real father from that day on except the little girl and her best friend. His father didn't like his ex-wife's soon to be husband. His father had colored his hair. The professors didn't know that., so their plan went into action and a switch was made.

The twelve year old girl came back again and asked if she could do anything more. That is when the younger professor's son said "I like her." His father said to one of the student's take them to the special room."

None of the students even saw the little girl and her best friend because they were both under the desk tied up and a kerchief over their mouths. Nor was the soon to be step brother who was still on the chair tucked under the desk his eyes closed and not moving.

The little girl and her best friend were hungry and tired and fell asleep.

Now the grownups knew there were children hiding somewhere in the room. "It must be that boy the father was looking for." said the older professor.

The room was very large with a desk against the wall and the two desks together which held the chessboard and the professor's desk with the papers and photographs and drawings.

The professor said "Look under the desks." That's when the toy rattled and the three children were discovered..

The first one pulled out was the soon to be step brother. Next the little girl whose expression was of total fear. Finally her best friend was pulled out from under the desk.

The older professor now knew who the three children belonged to and said "You'll never, never ever touch anything again." "How did you get in this room and who let you in?" The three little children said nothing.

The next moment was terrifying because the soon to be step brother was still holding the army man. The other professor who was a bit younger grabbed him and pulled the army man from his hand. That professor had a son who was about 15 years old and he gave his father a salute and also held on to the soon to be step brother.

The little four year old girl watched along with her best friend as the grown-ups took turns beating him with their custom made walking sticks when he stopped breathing.

The little four year old girl first sat on the big chair and spun around. She giggled. You see she still had to be quiet because you could hear the grownups outside the door.

The little four year old girl sat on her knees and looked at the desk. She was too far away and she didn't want to move the chair so she climbed off and stood on her tiptoes. Still not tall enough. So she found the footstool under the desk and stood on it.

The professor always put his feet up because they would hurt.

Soon the little four year old girl carefully moved the papers. She wasn't interested in the words. She was looking for the pictures of the students and the pictures of the spaceship. It was a drawing her friend who typed showed her one day during the week. He was real nice and he could type real fast with two fingers.

As she was looking at the papers on the desk. The doorknob turned.

Well, maybe never say never because here I am writing the next chapter. It wasn't the next night nor the next day.

The little four year old girl wasn't paying any attention to the twelve year old girl because she was more interested in what her best friend was doing. He had found this toy that was suppose to be very old and wanted to play with it so nobody would bother the small kids. The twelve year old girl knew a place and opened the door to where they could hide under gigantic desks.

The little four year old girl followed full of excitement and wonder. Her best friend always wanted to know how things worked. He always liked to take them apart. To think that the little four year old girl and her best friend and his soon to be step brother had to each carry the large cylinder. Her best friend at one end and his soon to be stepbrother at the other end and the little four year old girl holding the middle all the way to under the desk.The twelve year old girl had made friends of her own. She started talking to them, when along came the professors and the mistress she was the young german teacher who liked the professor's son who was very intelligent.

The twelve year old girl quickly closed the door and the little four year old girl and her best friend and soon to be step brother were hiding under the desk. As the girl closed the door she pressed her finger to her lips and said "shhhh." The children that were hiding under the desk could hear the laughter of the older kids and continued playing with their new found toy.

The little four year old girl and her best friend were investigating the toy. It was round like a rattle with several handles shaped like knobs on each end. It made a noise when you shook it. All that could be heard was the rattling of the toy as each section would turn. It took two of them to move the thin plastic that revealed letters of the alphabet. Otherwise, it was just scribbles.

When suddenly the door opened and in walked the professors.

Tonight while talking to an acquaintance who watched me swim for years was distracted by the birds. The pretty yellow finches. Isn't it ironic, that there was a talk at the museum which I did not go to about Darwin's Finches.

Darwin's Finches they are all the offspring of an original pair of finches, and that natural selection is responsible for the differences.

Some men/women have tried to use this theory on humans. Hitler to make the perfect race. It is something man/woman are always trying to prove.

The theory when implemented goes something like this. Test male and female. When two are equally matched, pair them off and their offspring should be a duplication of them and so on and so on. Only there becomes a problem. You can guess what it is.

So in humans we find our mates and hope that we are equally matched and our offspring than find mates who are equally matched which means natural selection is our choosing and the evolution of our generations shows our preferences.

Just a thought all because of an advertisement and the distraction by those pretty yellow finches and none of this did we discuss. It might have been interesting if we had.

There is so much still to learn. Just think, I'm in my mid-fifties and I have spent this past week learning how to put a web page for a website. What Mr. Bill Gates has offered everyone is a chance to learn and share. The same holds true for Ms. Oprah Winfrey with her website.

I use the "Space" website for my photographs. Here I like to just put down my thoughts.

And in some discussions I give my two cents worth, maybe it should be a twonie's worth. I've learned alot about American Politics, that sometimes I've neglected my Canadian, meaning who and/or what changes there are and when some changes take effect.

So, now that I took the plunge with the website, I know why people, businesses are always updating, changing, and need expert manipulators of content and what appeals to the masses.

It is no easy task. I'll be constantly trying new features, some I probably wont like, others well they'll be used. I still have to try and put music only if it is not my own that I wrote or played than I am not sure I want to take a chance with getting charged for playing some one elses. That is something else I can learn which I have never tried yet.

Also, there is animation which I am trying thanks to my son who has so many books I can read and look at and try since he left all the old ones at home.

So knowledge is a lifetime of obtaining. Now back to some old fashion cleaning, crocheting and lounging in the backyard.