Bleeding porcelain

It's amazing what random Internet surfing will do. In the ole sea of information you will either find that perfect wave or be eaten with pop-up sharks. I occasionally have those moments without computer when something I want to search for just pops into my brain. Take for example: What is the chemical composition in your brain for remembering the phrase - The Sixth Sheiks Sixth Sheep is Sick? I mean is that one atom of copper and nine atoms of zinc mixed with .0028 millivolts or is that particular cocktail for remembering to put the trash out on Thursday nights?

In my ongoing search for the greatest magical effects, I happened upon the interesting subject of weeping icons. You know, a statue of Mary balling her Plaster of Paris eyes out or another icon bleeding from the eyes (That must smart). Other similar 'miracles' included Ganesh the Hindu elephant-headed god guzzling spoon after spoon of milk. It never ceases to amaze me how mass-hysteria and capillary action can cause such an uproar. After watching several videos and reading several documents I walked straight into the kitchen with a ceramic cat in hand and gasped in amazement when he apparently downed a sizable quantity of Coors Light. Through a process we call physics, I'm quite positive Ganesh would readily lap up pure 93 octane if you tickled his trunk with that. Hmmmm Physics... there's the REAL miracle - God's Chemistry & Erector Sets.