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Christ was born in 4 BC.
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Newton thought the world had been created in 4000 BC.
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Let H be the base of the perpendicular drawn from point A to the line BC.
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Thales used the astronomical records of the Babylonians and Egyptians to accurately predict a solar eclipse in the sixth century BC.
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Aristotle, who lived from 384 to 322 BC, believed the Earth was round. He thought Earth was the center of the universe and that the Sun, Moon, planets, and all the fixed stars revolved around it.
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In the 100s BC, Hipparchus, the most important Greek astronomer of his time, calculated the comparative brightness of as many as 1,000 different stars. He also calculated the Moon's distance from the Earth.
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Cotton may have been used in India as long ago as 3500 BC, and in Peru as long ago as 3000 BC.
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Hippocrates in 400 BC said that exercise is man's best medicine, but his message has been lost over time and we are an increasingly sedentary society.
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The Roman Republic was founded in 509 BC.
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The earliest recorded Algerian state is the kingdom of Massinissa in the 2nd century BC.
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Massinissa is a Berber king who united North Africa in the 2nd century BC.
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Since the end of the eighteenth century, the group of peoples who spread, probably from the Arabian peninsula, to Mesopotamia, Syria and Palestine around 3000 BCE — and, before 700 BC from southern Arabia to Abyssinia, on the opposite African mainland — have been designated as Semites. They were so called after Shem, who, according to the first Book of Moses, chapter 10, was the eldest son of Noah.
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Jews settled in North Africa in the 6th century BC.
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Berbers converted to Islam in between the 7th and 8th centuries BC.
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Celtic tribes arrived on the island between 600 and 150 BC.
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Years ago, I looked forward to lunchtime, when I worked for a software company called TGI Technologies, near Main Street and Science World in Vancouver, BC. I alternated between several Chinese restaurants, an East Indian restaurant called Nirvana, and a Japanese restaurant with a very friendly Korean waitress.
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When I worked for Consumers Software Inc. in Gastown in Vancouver, BC, it was like the Old World. There were brick buildings and brick-laden streets. There were used bookstores. Chinatown's restaurants were a walk away. The Old Spaghetti Factory was on Water Street.
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My Jamaican university friend's Jewish uncle possessed a big beautiful mansion in West Vancouver, BC. There was a jacuzzi near a heated swimming pool, overlooking Burrard Inlet. I was not jealous, because people like me with a big imagination can always imagine something greater. The Jewish uncle and aunt were one of the first tourists to go to the PRC, when it first opened up to foreigners.
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When I worked for the software firm Radical Entertainment Inc. in posh Yaletown in Vancouver, BC, there was a strange mestizo Macanese coworker there, who brought a bird in a cage to the office.

When I worked for Ticon Technology Inc. in downtown Vancouver, BC, I cherished the gigantic colourful salad bar nearby and the underground food court.

Having lived with the city life in East Vancouver, BC, from 1996 to 2006 and having moved back to suburban Lulu Island at the end of 2006, I have had much inner contemplation since then. It is now nearing the end of 2021. I feel like a mushroom in a bog.

Lulu Island, a suburb, is a more conservative place than the city, Vancouver, BC. In the city, one often could see gay couples in public.

During my teenage years, I enjoyed reading Edgar Pangborn's sci-fi novel Davy. It was about the surviving generations in the post-apocalyptic Atlantic coast of North America. Their life was like in the medieval times. They referred to pre-apocalyptic times as "Old Time." The novel was a hardcover from the central library in downtown Vancouver, BC. It had a rustic illustration in front of it.

Myself, I have been involved with essentially two Buddhist temples, the Wat Yanviriya, a Thai temple in East Vancouver, BC, and the International Buddhist Temple, a Chinese temple on Lulu Island, BC. The latter was on Steveston Highway. The former was Theravāda Buddhism, and the latter was Pure Land Buddhism, also known as Amidism. I started Buddhism with Zen, many years previously.

I went to Victoria, BC, with my cousins, uncle, and aunt years ago. It was too bad that I did not bring a camera with me. I bought a used book about haiku in a secondhand bookstore. I also saw a book on scientific Russian, but unfortunately, I decided not to buy it.

Visiting Victoria, BC, my cousins, uncle, aunt, and I lodged in an ancient bed and breakfast owned by a Chinese family. The floors, walls, and ceilings were brown hardwood.

Damien is one of my more recent friends from when I was living in Vancouver, BC. We have both natural languages and artificial languages as common hobbies. He tutored me in French online when he was still living in Ottawa. A memorable occasion was when we ate in a Mexican restaurant Tio Pepe's on stylish Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC. We enjoy chatting about languages. He likes all of Esperanto, Interlingua, and Ido, and not just those conlangs. He is darkly brown-haired of Polish descent.

Jai, an East Indian of Hindu family background, was a close friend to me when I was living in Vancouver, BC. He, his German wife Erika, and two daughters lived in a nice condominium in the Kitsilano beach area of Vancouver, BC. He was initially my coworker in a software company. He liked his job, as it was full of learning. His family followed a European-style of living in North America, as they were unhindered by television, took mass transit, ate German food, and immersed themselves in the EU languages of English, German, and French. Jai and Erika wanted to take Japanese in night school, but thought that it might be too challenging. Jai liked the ideas of Zen Buddhism.

Fred, a big Chinese fellow, was a friend in my old neighbourhood in Vancouver, BC. He was a man of science. We often had heated discussions about sundry topics.

Khalid from Saudi Arabia was a friend in university, UBC. He rented an apartment near the planetarium of Vancouver, BC. He had spontaneous whims like us hiking up Black Tusk mountain with his leather shoes on, one sunny, but chilly day.

Pedro is my mocha-toned Spanish-speaking friend form Ecuador. He is part-Inca. He lives economically, but has political ambitions. He partook in my meditation classes in the Thai temple, Wat Yanviriya, in Vancouver, BC. He once knew Esperanto and felt like a reformist of it.

Robert was a bearded, black-haired Jewish manager in the Japanese software company. He introduced me into the company. He teased me about liking to eat colourful ice cream parfaits there in Tokyo. We together liked to hike the eerie, but fascinating alleyways there. Unfortunately, he cut his job term short because he had to go back to Washington State to marry his Chinese girlfriend. I attended his wedding in Seattle. I was a bit late because I mis-estimated the time to get there driving from the BC border. Robert bought a brand-new house.

Darwin was a Cantonese supervisor in the video games development company, my former workplace in posh Yaletown in Vancouver, BC. I never asked him if his name related to the Australian city, the famous scientist, or both.

I have been to the University of Victoria in BC.

In the 1980s, as a teenager, I collected Soviet magazines, all in Cyrillic, from the USSR exhibit at the Pacific National Exhibition in Vancouver, BC. Years later, unfortunately, my dear collection got waterlogged.

One summer, as a teenager, I worked at the Pacific National Exhibition in Vancouver, BC. For lunch, I enjoyed big waffles with strawberries and whipped cream or a Vietnamese dish. For transportation, I had to borrow my father's station wagon, which he, in turn, borrowed from a friend. My father was still looking for employment, and sometimes he went for a long drive south to California.

One summer, during a long drive with my family from BC, down to Washington, to Oregon, then to California, I could see the vegetation really change.

Davide the Italian, Jürgen the German, and I, who were Esperantists, met in Vietnamese and Chinese restaurants in Vancouver, BC. Talking to them improved my speaking Esperanto.

Being from moist cool BC, I appreciate the dry heat in Nevada.

In the 1980s, my family sometimes visited my uncle and aunt's home on top of a mountain in Oregon. Their neighbourhood was full of fragrant bark mulch. I watched MTV, a music video channel that we did not have in BC, on their television. Music videos were like haiku for my generation. The Grotto, a Roman Catholic shrine, was a nice visit on top of a mountain. There were gardens and statues.

In the 1980s, Wok with Yan was a popular Chinese cooking show in BC. That time was before the large influx of Cantonese to BC from the Hong Kong Diaspora.

In BC, one sees both old-style and new-style sinograms on signs.

Living in East Vancouver, BC, from 1996 to 2006, I ate out frequently in Asian restaurants. It was too bad that food photography was not as popular as it is now.

One of my favourite haunts in the 1990s was chic and youthful Robson Street in Downtown Vancouver, BC.

Davie Street in Vancouver, BC, is known as a gay hangout.

Granville Street in Vancouver, BC, sported peep shows and porno shops.

On Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC, there was a fascinating Arabian-style restaurant, where there were colourful cushions and fabrics on the floor to sit and eat food.

Whilst I was in Washington State, shopping in the malls, I noted more variety in the T-shirts and shorts than in BC. I noted that I was in a more capitalistic society.

In the 1980s, I visited the Flintstones' Bedrock City in Chilliwack, BC. "Chilliwack" comes from the Amerindian Halq'eméylem word "Ts'elxwéyeqw" meaning "as going as far as you can go upriver."

When I attended a Thai Buddhist temple in Vancouver, BC, the monk asked me to help him to use accents on the Pali-language Romanized text on his computer. It was difficult, because at that time, Unicode was still embryonic. Unicode is ubiquitous on devices now.

I frequented two Vietnamese restaurants on Nanaimo Street in Vancouver, BC. One played Parisian music for the clientele. The other was my place for Lychee Iced Drink.

At a little Vietnamese eatery on Nanaimo Street in Vancouver, BC, I would often eat a noodle soup or a Vietnamese baguette sandwich, whilst the wife of the chef would play Parisian music for the clientele.

At another Vietnamese restaurant on Nanaimo Street in Vancouver, BC, I would sit in one of the booth tables to eat a noodle or rice dish and a glass of lychees with ice and syrup.

Walking from Lakewood Drive in Vancouver, BC, eastward across Nanaimo Street, there was a park beyond. At an elevated spot, there was a bench, where on a sunny day I would read one of my Japanese books.

It's interesting that near my ex-home, on Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC, there were two cafés with similar names: in the south was Café Deux Soleils; in the north was Café du Soleil.

Near my ex-home, on Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC, was Sweet Cherubim, a store and restaurant with South Asian "hippie" food.

Near my ex-home, Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC, is a place for metamodernist "hippies."

I shared my antique ex-house built in 1927 or 1928 with my brother's family, and we jokingly called it Lakewood Manor. It was on Lakewood Drive in Vancouver, BC, a place with many antique homes then.

In the late 1980s and in the 1990s, a couple of my favourite singers were Enya and Tracy Chapman. With headphones and a disc player, I listened to their music at my software workplace, an old brick building, the windows showing the harbour and railroad tracks that went beside the quaint Gastown district of the city of Vancouver, BC. I wore then a heavy dark-blue winter jacket with shoulder straps; it made me look like a student soldier from the 19th century.

My Hongkonger friend David, a rich realtor, delighted me in my first time eating cooked chicken feet in a Chinese restaurant in Vancouver, BC. I just chewed on them, as there was not much meat on them, really. David was adventurous in not just the culinary aspect.

Back in 2002 and several years thereafter, I regularly attended meditation sessions at Wat Yanviriya Buddhist Temple in East Vancouver, BC. I came to know the Thai culture more because of it. Pāli chanting, moon festivals, relics viewing, et cetera were part of my life then. I remember a spacious hall with hardwood floors and a Buddha altar in front. In summers, the doors would be open to the sunny green outside. In the wetter seasons at night, candles would be lit in the silent darkness inside. (I wore a black Australian Outback jacket then.) Omnipresent was the Ajahn Bhoontam in orange robe, he conducting the rituals. Our saṅgha or congregation was medium-sized and multiethnic. A real saṅgha full of Thais allowed us to share the rustic building. The two groups met at different times.

I have been to Paris three times, and at home in BC for many years, I watch the global French-language TV5, and I often read French sci-fi novels. It were as if I had lived in Europe for a long time.

Whilst living in BC, I often listen to Radio France Culture through the Web. The French have intellectuality that is elegant and sophisticated. For years, it were as if I were living in castle-full Europe.

Whilst living in BC, I often listen to Radio El Fonógrafo through the Web. For years, it were as if I were living in the arid highlands and lush jungle lowlands of Mexico.

My Hongkonger friend Don and I often talked about contemporary sci-fi shows of the decades of the 1990s and the 2000s, as we sat eating delicious Oriental dishes and drinking tea at our favourite haunt in East Vancouver, BC. We compared the multiple series of Star Trek with Babylon 5. Don was convinced that Babylon 5 was too full of interspecies politics.

Walking through the crosswalk in Downtown Vancouver, BC, many years ago, a Native Indian woman looked at my face and said, "Don't smile!" I could see on her face how foreign Occidental culture really strained her life.

In a playground in Vancouver, BC, years ago, I talked to a Native Indian with his child playing. I mentioned that I was interested in "Amerindian" cultures and languages. He said that he knew that the term "Amerindian" was for academics.

In Vancouver, BC, I found and bought a black soapstone Inuit carving of an Inuit man, fat and reminiscent of Buddha. I gave it to my Japanese friend Noriko, who was sojourning on Lulu Island, BC. Ever since then, I could never find a similar sculpture in the art stores.

Studying a bit of Haida, a First Nations language in BC, I am reminded of my own native language, Tagalog.

The linguist John Enrico has done great work to publicize matters about a First Nations language, Haida of BC.

I liked taking the ferry across the Strait of Georgia in BC. I saw the treed islands and blue waves.

Rocky coasts of BC often have plenty of starfish, many purple.

There are houses on treed islands in the Strait of Georgia in BC.

I have hundreds of electronic and printed documents about native cultures. I have been reviewing. I have encountered writings about Native Indian medicinal plants, specifically of the Bella Coola. They used plants to cure diseases like paralysis, gonorrhea, diarrhea, etc. I realize now that life was difficult in the wilds of the Americas, specifically here in BC.

I've extensively visited two Buddhist temples, the Thai Wat Yanviriya in East Vancouver, BC, and the Chinese International Buddhist Temple on Lulu Island, BC. I learned Zen Buddhism on my own before any temple visits, but in Japan, I toured some temples and shrines. At the Thai temple, Theravāda Buddhism influenced me. At the Chinese temple, Pure Land Buddhism influenced me. These three kinds of Buddhism influenced my thinking.

India, or Bhārat, is still a mysterious place for me. I have studied a bit of Sanskrit and Pali, Sanskrit being the liturgical language of Hinduism and Northern Buddhism, whilst Pali being the liturgical language of Southern Buddhism. I am a close friend of Jai, who comes from an East Indian family of Hindu orientation. Jai, a software engineer, is married to a German, Erika. They met in Europe and moved to Canada here. Jai and Erika with two daughters, Charlotte and Johanna, lived in a condo near Kitsilano Beach in Vancouver, BC. Jai tries to speak German. His kids learn German, French, and English. Jai and I used to have lunches and dinners at Japanese restaurants. Jai viewed Vancouver as too big a city, and he wanted to move to a smaller town.

I've seen Greg incidentally at Starbucks café on Lulu Island for some years, but only today morning, on the 14th of August of 2022, we formally introduced to each other. He is a Filipino from Nueva Ecija, and he came to Canada at age 18 in 1977. He lived in Edmonton and Calgary in Alberta for some twenty years, then moved to here in BC. He is a devout Baptist Protestant, converted in Canada from Roman Catholicism, who carries his Bible to the café. I told him that when my father was alive, our house had Bible meetings for our Filipino Baptist community. I told Greg that I'm Buddhist. I talked to him about Buddhism and Daoism, this latter of which he knew little. I'm glad to meet a Filipino, like me, who came to Canada very young and has lived in Canada for a vaster period.

In the morning of the 5th of September of 2022, at the Lulu Island café, Greg and I discuss sociopolitical and anthropological issues. Firstly, Greg shows me his brown pocket Modern-English Bible. I tell him that I have a big purple Tagalog Bible and a dark-blue pocket Jehovah's Witnesses' Tagalog Bible. We both know that in both English and Tagalog, there are various versions of the Bible. Then we talk about Alaska, once Russian territory, and the big Mississippi River Basin, once French territory. I tell Greg about the teleseries, Anash and the Legacy of the Sun-Rock, about the life of native Tlingit tribespeople in contact with Russians in southern Alaska and northern BC. I know that not just in BC, there are handsome hybrid children from Europeans and First Nations mixing. We talk about Brazil, which, I say, has three main blending peoples, whites, reds, and blacks. The Philippines is different from Brazil, where there are Nordics, not just Mediterraneans, amongst whites. There are Mexican-looking Filipinos in the café. From my Filipino friend Chris S., a linguist, I hear about a "Mexipino Fest" held on the 3rd of this month in Santa Cruz in California, as Filipinos and Mexicans celebrated their rich cultures. I may want to be a "Mexipino," so I should practice my Spanish, of which I do know a lot already. I am reading Bram Stoker's Drácula in Spanish, as Halloween approaches. I am also reading an Esperanto book, Memoraĵoj de kampara knabo, by Xosé Neira Vilas.

Caesar was born in Rome on 13 July 100 BC and died there on 15 March 44 BC.

Polybius the Magnificent wrote a history of the city of Rome in the second century BC.

According to Thucydides, the Peloponnesian war was the war between the Peloponnesians and the Athenians, who fought against each other, the one in 431 BC being fought in 431 BC and the other in 404 BC.

Thucydides (born before 454 BC, died 399-396 BC) wrote the Peloponnesian War in the fifth century BC.

On the Ides of March of the year 44 BC, Julius Caesar was assassinated with 23 stab wounds, by conspirators, in the middle of the Roman Senate.

Listening to music may feel therapeutic, but technically, music therapy requires a board-certified professional with an MT-BC credential to be considered music therapy.

Mr. Lehman says the reconstruction paved the way for the exhibit "Egypt Reborn: Art for Eternity", featuring more than 1,000 art pieces and artifacts dating from around 4,000 BC, to the 18th dynasty reign of King Amenhotep in 1,350 BC.

Studying Latinate languages has been a stream of joy for me: I have learned at different levels the languages Spanish, Portuguese, French, Italian, Catalan, Chabacano (Chavacano), Elefen, Interlingua, Kreyòl, and Esperanto, but I have encountered them not in this order. In the Philippines, my native Tagalog from childhood has Spanish words embedded in it. I eventually took Spanish at university in BC. I had introductory French in Grade 5 on Lulu Island, continued it in high school, then in post-secondary education. I have learned the rest autodidactically. I have reading strength in my languages, but not much in speaking, except in Esperanto, in which I have attained a high level, partly due to my participation in various clubs. I enjoy reading novels in the different languages, especially in the genres of science fiction and fantasy, as I immerse myself in far-flung worlds. Romanian is for me still a vampiric curiosity, which I have not explored much. Additionally, I am curious also about Ladino, also known as Judeo-Spanish. Interestingly, I know how to pronounce Classical Latin.

Julius Caesar, one of the greatest figures in history, was stabbed to death in a meeting of the Roman Senate, on the Ides of March (March 15th) in the year 44 BC.

Evidence of Neolithic culture in India begins to be found from around 4000 BC.

The Romans conquered Illyria in the 1st century BC, integrating it into their empire.

The Kingdom of Urartu (9th to 6th century BC) is considered a precursor to the Armenian nation.

The Kingdom of Armenia reached its height under King Tigranes the Great in the 1st century BC, becoming one of the most powerful states in the region.

Whilst drinking my Oat Nog Latte at Starbucks café, this grey-sky morning, I was talking to Afroz, a worker at Kin's Farm Market on Lulu Island, which I frequent to buy exotic things (to others) like lotus roots, Japanese yams, kumquats, dragonfruits, longans, jujubes, Hawaiian purple sweet potatoes, passion fruits, star fruits, etc. Afroz is what he categorizes himself as a "generic Indian Muslim." He was from Uttar Pradesh. His last city was Mumbai, before he left for BC. His daughter has been left with her grandparents in India. Afroz lives with his wife, a caregiver, in Vancouver. Afroz has an MBA from India, but he says that it is difficult to attain his dream job of doing marketing. I told him that my Auntie Vicky from the Philippines was working as a manager for Tupperware (a plastic container company) in India, as she lived in a "palace" with servants. I could not visit her at that time because I was working. (She also worked in Thailand, which I did visit.) It is the 8th of December of 2024, today.

I deem myself lucky that in my childhood, there was always some kind of wilderness to explore. In the Philippines, there was the Martianesque red-soil vastness of Don José Heights in Quezon City. In BC, there were the dirt mounds on the unbuilt school grounds of Rideau Park on Lulu Island. Red poppies grew in the brown earth. It was then the debut of the Star Wars franchise; I imagined Jawas might have lurked in the mounds. There were impromptu mountain bike tracks in the mounds.

Samarkand was formerly known as Marqanda in the 4th century BC.

It was raining around noon, cold and clammy. There were eight of us family and friends at Crab Hot Lau, a Vietnamese restaurant in Vancouver, BC. I enjoyed the hot tea, having a fruity taste like lychee. The restaurant was crowded this holiday. I really enjoyed the pork wrapped in the leaves of the Piper lolot. My individual order was the Number 8: barbecued pork with vermicelli. I enjoyed also the square crab spring rolls. My mother made mango bars, which she brought to the restaurant for our dessert. Near the restaurant was the Serra Bar Café, a Portuguese establishment. It was the 25th of December of 2024, "Krismas" and the first day of Hanukkah.

The history of Cambodia truly began with a people whose name was Khmer, who migrated to this land of Cambodia from the south of China and the north of India about 2000 years BC.

I returned to Tim Hortons café at night. I was drinking an Iced Coffee with Oat Milk at a corner near the bay window overlooking the darkness of the intersection outside. My neighbours, Ming (Richard) and his white wife Linda, were having a "banquet" on the long table with the ice hockey rink graphic. The couple liked to frequent Victoria, BC. I said that I remembered a big beautiful boarding house there, antique and owned by a gentle Sinospheric family. In the café, at a different corner near the bay window, were a foursome sharing a table together: two head-covered Arabic ladies and two Sinospheric ladies. They all were having a lively chat. It was the 23rd of January of 2025.

The canal, though its creation was closely tied to the military operations of Gaius Marius, has shown signs of being used beyond its initial military purpose. The stone platforms found south of the structure, as well as commercial pottery and its prolonged use, suggest that the canal was integrated into the port system of Arles, serving as a passage for goods from the Mediterranean to the interior of Gaul. In later centuries, especially during the High Roman Empire, the canal was likely part of the port system known as Fossae Marianae, a set of port facilities documented in Roman itineraries and ancient maps. Its presence was crucial in establishing the link between the city of Arles – which became a Roman colony in 46 BC – and maritime trade, which favored its economic growth and consolidated its role as an important logistical hub.

After 18:00 on the 15th of April of 2025, on Lulu Island, I walked to Tim Hortons café, there to meditate whilst having an iced coffee with oat milk. Joanne my Ukrainian-descent neighbour popped in to buy a Wild Blueberry Muffin, for her neighbour Eve. With the brown paper bag in her hand, she sat for a moment at my table, and we talked about meditation. I said that I used to go to meditation classes in a Thai Buddhist temple, Wat Yanviriya, when I lived in Vancouver, BC. Joanne said that she meditates every morning, but without formal postures. Joanne is the wife of my friend Rod. Joanne likes astronomy. I like women, and men, of course, who like astronomy. After Joanne exited, by then it was about 19:00; I watched the glow of the sun behind the townhouses outside the bay windows. The sky there was cloudless. There were a few brown men in the café.

In the late 1st millennium BC-early 1st millennium AD, there were strongly organized states like Manna, Media, Atropatena and Albania in the Azerbaijani territories.