A single racoon digs for tasty trash in the cold, low, snow. The moon sails ahead without more than a mirror to weird away the owls.
A large lion tears a zebra's head with jaws of billions of years evolved. A pocket watch crushed by the metal tires of a robot's sneakers becomes a martyr for civilization everywhere.
A gigantic blue whale filters plankton, algae and tiny water insects from the water using his teeth. A new contraption to capture a dandelion in one piece has been put together by the crew.
But a human being needs only to walk through the automatic sliding doors at the Shop'n'Mart Superplex to encounter an entire universe of different foods, all without the mess of hunting or the chore of scavenging. Culinary culture is the cufflink of covenience, and several respected scientists noticed this.
While other forms of life depend upon their own bodies for transportation, human beings merely climb into their "cars" (isolation chambers on wheels) and drive to any destination they choose.
And, if a human being wants to travel really far, they can drive their car to an airport...
Here, an airplane (a huge multiperson isolation chamber/flying machine) will simply fly off the ground and carry you to any destination on the globe within hours.
And while animals of all shapes and sizes usually just leave their waste on the ground, a human being has the luxury of watching his or her waste being flushed out of sight, down an attractive porcelain tube.
It's all very extraordinary, and that's why!!!
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Nine, yule shulnt gut o'er mine crackergummbplinngrailrod. Diamonds far me chulley tarne end bunkins per brakefeast, onions and bunions!
"You'le builten un superb robot, Herr Doktor, und nuv, vut du yu s'ppuzz t'duue wtht your hairy favorite shit? R u going 2 the sho?" Hasked.
Therehair blewind the winde as light was lost thru cracks'th'mountain tops. Light frost stenciled yor nose as I took a large gulpyglump frum my wastey thermos of wandbaggins. Tomorrow's raindrops were bigger'n beachballs, aye. Flip cup and burn brakefeast. Firesticksmell and pine needles for fill, was nothin doin, or else we were. So does the little one ever tokk or just the staysameways?
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Opinion Research Analysis Retrospective
An Enlarged Essay Regarding A Wide Variety of Fish
Weird Windows Version 12.67
12/4/07
My reporti s on the nateshur of beeng and how it relaits to nateshur as a hole. I thing that if a persun is alive, thei shud not be scard becuse ther feer prvnts them from seng the true glorie of beng. There is nothng els besude being, and it is the olny state we no of. Ther is nuthuig to compair it to, and so ther is no way to confirm or denie its exsistans.
Howver, it is self evidint, ans so ther is no resin why its existens or non existenc wud mater at all. The naitur of benig is not important, becaus the defenishun of benig is constantlie chabngin.
Chapter 22: Vbbar
and the sun melted into the hills.
the clouds in the sky became silent.
the still surface of the lake was a mirror for the clouds.
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Try thretap orn, read Qwiully of his booc. Thilly-tharn, and blick's blurn, comma comma comma. Over thar is the hulls oulde yogeert boobles. Snirt! Galoshes in yo, bengtad osp fagcrull dendroid osp. Twice welphinned oregano Charlie osp brawln twish osp ornnf.
Tho braggart Barney was; a fuir sun you'ne'er m't.
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Order from chaos:
"Billy had to set the bowling pins up again after he knocked them down."
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There is rumored to be another planet in Earth's orbit, exactly six months ahead. In this way, the Sun always eclipses this planet from our view. Our scientific instruments on Earth are unable to confirm or deny its existence.
Each person is a unique way of life.
the clouds in the sky became silent.
the still surface of the lake was a mirror for the clouds.
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Try thretap orn, read Qwiully of his booc. Thilly-tharn, and blick's blurn, comma comma comma. Over thar is the hulls oulde yogeert boobles. Snirt! Galoshes in yo, bengtad osp fagcrull dendroid osp. Twice welphinned oregano Charlie osp brawln twish osp ornnf.
Tho braggart Barney was; a fuir sun you'ne'er m't.
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Order from chaos:
"Billy had to set the bowling pins up again after he knocked them down."
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There is rumored to be another planet in Earth's orbit, exactly six months ahead. In this way, the Sun always eclipses this planet from our view. Our scientific instruments on Earth are unable to confirm or deny its existence.
Each person is a unique way of life.
Chapter 23: You Fell Down the Stairs
Insa creowld, in asplace.
Today, we arell trainughed straightine throughin t be oberservers in a crowd, in a splace.
To speak ALOUND is to create enZZZergy; To makechronological teaRipples in the galacosmtic pond.
After returning home, long dray at work, the ihuman sat down on the chair and stared at the TV machine for three hours, then the ihuman went to bed.
Our lives have become more irreaticlevent thean 'ver to us we and are only here because here and we are here.
And where is here? Wear is the world?
In a crowd, in a place, on a surface, in a space.
Taking place, happening, occuringhingobjectitemsledoing, being, living, seeing in PPPerspectives, PPPerceptions, exPPPeriencing the world, land, life, area in which we live and move and have our being.
Our minds are focused on the irrelevent at all times, becaaaaaaaause this creates contsarrtnocrast. And if it weren't for contrast, we'd all be stick into one big blur.
(dramatic pause)
The horrors of death and war are only human horrors. We each feel these evil items in our own personal way, on our own island of consciousness.
The body is "there," without a doubt, as sure as the sky and the ground are "there." But the body is never "here" within us.
In fact, we tend to feel as though the body is something we control.
However, our body IS "ourself," as far as anyone else's perceptions are concerned.
I see you as a body, but I have a body, and somehow I am not there.
You see me as a body, and my body sees you in your body.
(ruler of the world gwb)
Frantic, uncontrolled chaos. Superior engineering, endless walls of clockwork, no organizational skills but there is something here so what do we call it? chaos and discord or marvelous intelligence?
Is the human body constructed intelligently? Is it fashioned in the spirit of chaos? Is there a Universal Chaotic Intelligence?
If so, would it mean anything?
Today, we arell trainughed straightine throughin t be oberservers in a crowd, in a splace.
To speak ALOUND is to create enZZZergy; To makechronological teaRipples in the galacosmtic pond.
After returning home, long dray at work, the ihuman sat down on the chair and stared at the TV machine for three hours, then the ihuman went to bed.
Our lives have become more irreaticlevent thean 'ver to us we and are only here because here and we are here.
And where is here? Wear is the world?
In a crowd, in a place, on a surface, in a space.
Taking place, happening, occuringhingobjectitemsledoing, being, living, seeing in PPPerspectives, PPPerceptions, exPPPeriencing the world, land, life, area in which we live and move and have our being.
Our minds are focused on the irrelevent at all times, becaaaaaaaause this creates contsarrtnocrast. And if it weren't for contrast, we'd all be stick into one big blur.
(dramatic pause)
The horrors of death and war are only human horrors. We each feel these evil items in our own personal way, on our own island of consciousness.
The body is "there," without a doubt, as sure as the sky and the ground are "there." But the body is never "here" within us.
In fact, we tend to feel as though the body is something we control.
However, our body IS "ourself," as far as anyone else's perceptions are concerned.
I see you as a body, but I have a body, and somehow I am not there.
You see me as a body, and my body sees you in your body.
(ruler of the world gwb)
Frantic, uncontrolled chaos. Superior engineering, endless walls of clockwork, no organizational skills but there is something here so what do we call it? chaos and discord or marvelous intelligence?
Is the human body constructed intelligently? Is it fashioned in the spirit of chaos? Is there a Universal Chaotic Intelligence?
If so, would it mean anything?
Chapter 24: Stands
4four/5five
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn
Frxixm, Sswuir, Orncex, Hoastx
Water, Air, Fire, Light, Shadow
Wendy, Asp, Flur, Minzt, Viowex
Reading Material
iThe docgain leapjumt therovu tlhe chaiseatr.
1. The dog decided to leap into the chair.
2. Twice, double, halves, dual, two, second, penultimate, deux, dos, dose, dice.
3. A few unecessary symbols for promote will better understanding.
4. You're looking in the wrong direction again!
Silent Reading Time
"Tomorrow marks the Lost last day of the Four Wizards." fweapt the Five Witches in the dark space at the bleeding end of the cold castle halls.
Therwere noore dreawherems left unconfergroundigured at the fachinektory. Wse grecawe ptirsleed of the games and sleapt all morning at the North-Pole where the sun nealvayser shrines and the blowind never wrestars for the billowing sidewinders of snownakes and the arctic distances longer worth the frozicen head eyeels.
betwitxt the shining stars and everyone haswas long dew blades fogof grass.
!!!!!!Pete proclaimssed: "Wide is the Sky and White is the Moon!" And becamsaidthe stars as ouwrong as the groundgrew.
As the sunirose, the citocwy begstarted and people moshived in lineows and thistold author people where to go and whorganized themselves as well as pot and placknns and schairs. !!!!!!!!Nothing was said that wasn't left unsaid.
Safety was organized by police with drugs and guns and dogs and flashing blue lights.
Laws were made by serious old dogs in robes and morose monkeys in nice blue suits and slacks.
Silly people laughed and fell off steamboats.
Now What Did We Learn Today?
the people of the world should the people of the world?
world the people of the world should the people of the?
the world the people of the world should the people of?
of the world the people of the world should the people?
people of the world the people of the world should the?
the people of the world the people of the world should?
should the people of the world the people of the world?
Mexico
the always things and furthermore
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn
Frxixm, Sswuir, Orncex, Hoastx
Water, Air, Fire, Light, Shadow
Wendy, Asp, Flur, Minzt, Viowex
Reading Material
iThe docgain leapjumt therovu tlhe chaiseatr.
1. The dog decided to leap into the chair.
2. Twice, double, halves, dual, two, second, penultimate, deux, dos, dose, dice.
3. A few unecessary symbols for promote will better understanding.
4. You're looking in the wrong direction again!
Silent Reading Time
"Tomorrow marks the Lost last day of the Four Wizards." fweapt the Five Witches in the dark space at the bleeding end of the cold castle halls.
Therwere noore dreawherems left unconfergroundigured at the fachinektory. Wse grecawe ptirsleed of the games and sleapt all morning at the North-Pole where the sun nealvayser shrines and the blowind never wrestars for the billowing sidewinders of snownakes and the arctic distances longer worth the frozicen head eyeels.
betwitxt the shining stars and everyone haswas long dew blades fogof grass.
!!!!!!Pete proclaimssed: "Wide is the Sky and White is the Moon!" And becamsaidthe stars as ouwrong as the groundgrew.
As the sunirose, the citocwy begstarted and people moshived in lineows and thistold author people where to go and whorganized themselves as well as pot and placknns and schairs. !!!!!!!!Nothing was said that wasn't left unsaid.
Safety was organized by police with drugs and guns and dogs and flashing blue lights.
Laws were made by serious old dogs in robes and morose monkeys in nice blue suits and slacks.
Silly people laughed and fell off steamboats.
Now What Did We Learn Today?
the people of the world should the people of the world?
world the people of the world should the people of the?
the world the people of the world should the people of?
of the world the people of the world should the people?
people of the world the people of the world should the?
the people of the world the people of the world should?
should the people of the world the people of the world?
Mexico
the always things and furthermore
Chapter 25: Spooky Christmas
One, two, three, four, five, six.........
"If you have nothing to say, don't speak or write!"
A.
Every time you go to sleep, millions of trees are standing still, and most of them have been on this planet longer than you.
A sky is a very mysterious creature indeed, but water is almost nothing at all.
There is a sky, you can plainly see it with your eyes. And your eyes, they are alive. And alive, well that is a very mysterious thing indeed.
Water will wash off the rocks, or crush them into sand, and the water sticks the sand to your feet.
SUNSET, FLIP-BOOK, THE MOON IS HERE
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nOT EVERYTHING is preety orx beutful. Sum thinx are UGLEE AND FAT OR STUPID!!!!
NASTY, DISGUSTING, HORRIBLE, WRETCHED, FNORD, BLASPHEMOUS, REVOLTING, REPULSIVE, VOMIT, CUNT, SHIT, FUCK, DIRT, BLOOD, SNOT, BAD WORDS, STINKY FEET, ASS & POOP, FARTS, CHUNKS, SWEATY BALLS, PUKE, DICK, SCROTUM, BUTTHOLE, TURDS, BEARD, CHEW, WENT, FISTING, BLOWJOB, BUTTASS, POP, ZITS, ACNE, DISEASE, RAPE, GENOCIDE, TRAGEDY, HAIRY, MURDER, VIOLENCE, WAR, GUTS, INNARDS, IMPROPER STUFF, WRONGDOINGS, SIN, FRUITCAKE, SHOES, BOOGERS, MUD, INTESTINES, REDNECKS, RASH, MULCH, MILK!
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But it's important to be happy at all times, OR YOU'LL BE SORRY
"If you have nothing to say, don't speak or write!"
A.
Every time you go to sleep, millions of trees are standing still, and most of them have been on this planet longer than you.
A sky is a very mysterious creature indeed, but water is almost nothing at all.
There is a sky, you can plainly see it with your eyes. And your eyes, they are alive. And alive, well that is a very mysterious thing indeed.
Water will wash off the rocks, or crush them into sand, and the water sticks the sand to your feet.
SUNSET, FLIP-BOOK, THE MOON IS HERE
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nOT EVERYTHING is preety orx beutful. Sum thinx are UGLEE AND FAT OR STUPID!!!!
NASTY, DISGUSTING, HORRIBLE, WRETCHED, FNORD, BLASPHEMOUS, REVOLTING, REPULSIVE, VOMIT, CUNT, SHIT, FUCK, DIRT, BLOOD, SNOT, BAD WORDS, STINKY FEET, ASS & POOP, FARTS, CHUNKS, SWEATY BALLS, PUKE, DICK, SCROTUM, BUTTHOLE, TURDS, BEARD, CHEW, WENT, FISTING, BLOWJOB, BUTTASS, POP, ZITS, ACNE, DISEASE, RAPE, GENOCIDE, TRAGEDY, HAIRY, MURDER, VIOLENCE, WAR, GUTS, INNARDS, IMPROPER STUFF, WRONGDOINGS, SIN, FRUITCAKE, SHOES, BOOGERS, MUD, INTESTINES, REDNECKS, RASH, MULCH, MILK!
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But it's important to be happy at all times, OR YOU'LL BE SORRY
Chapter 26: If Your TV Says It's OK, Then Yeah
We are sitting in a chair.
No one understands how big my feet are, and no one can make shoes that fit ever, because I can't wear them. In a million years, you never felt about this way before. Chewing on a whole t-shirt heats my jaw tendons with soggy fabric. Pour chemicals on your head's bald dad but not on your radio!
September is the first month of school. A cloth cap and a bag of apples. Recent tests with real rats revealed that actual food creates a more durable life than processed foods. Volatile television channels warp the inside of Denny's large head.
Fit for a king, but a queen size is biggest, princes sleep in a cardboard pyramid, it smells like vinyl sleeves. Sweat on your elbows! Never again will a water-destined rodent remember to rent electronics at a nationwide discover sale.
After four months I had licked the entire Wal-Mart parking lot and the whole area had a cheesy vapor hanging over it like chemtrails. My taste buds were bloody and covered with sores and embedded bits of gravel. Banged my gavel and had Tim hanged, I was the jury and executioner.
A baby alligator chewing on your thumbs, a violet car driving into a newsroom window, I don't like steak for poisonous pencils. Give your friend a nice card or a muscle bound mouse named Charles Huppins, Jr.
My ears are so wide, I receive free channels in my head when I sleep. Reverse the huge hambuger, but don't gnaw on a fir tree!
No one understands how big my feet are, and no one can make shoes that fit ever, because I can't wear them. In a million years, you never felt about this way before. Chewing on a whole t-shirt heats my jaw tendons with soggy fabric. Pour chemicals on your head's bald dad but not on your radio!
September is the first month of school. A cloth cap and a bag of apples. Recent tests with real rats revealed that actual food creates a more durable life than processed foods. Volatile television channels warp the inside of Denny's large head.
Fit for a king, but a queen size is biggest, princes sleep in a cardboard pyramid, it smells like vinyl sleeves. Sweat on your elbows! Never again will a water-destined rodent remember to rent electronics at a nationwide discover sale.
After four months I had licked the entire Wal-Mart parking lot and the whole area had a cheesy vapor hanging over it like chemtrails. My taste buds were bloody and covered with sores and embedded bits of gravel. Banged my gavel and had Tim hanged, I was the jury and executioner.
A baby alligator chewing on your thumbs, a violet car driving into a newsroom window, I don't like steak for poisonous pencils. Give your friend a nice card or a muscle bound mouse named Charles Huppins, Jr.
My ears are so wide, I receive free channels in my head when I sleep. Reverse the huge hambuger, but don't gnaw on a fir tree!
Chapter 27: The Very Big Block
"Is there nothing to be left?" asks One.
"Yes." replies Another, "There is nothing."
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
An exciting discovery was made today in SCIENCE. The important professors from Intelligent University in Minnesota have unearthed an ancient document which reveals the fundamental secrets of the universe.
Apparently there are no fundamental secrets, and there is no difference between things that are "ancient" and things that happen "right now."
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Pancakes for breakfast, o pancakes.
Syrup and golden buttered maple syrup
sticks to my younger brother's face and eyebrows
I throw the spoon at my younger brother
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
My daytime perspective. A sun, bright as the heart that beats me.
A tree, filters the UV. My body, and my eyes, see the sky and air
"Yes." replies Another, "There is nothing."
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
An exciting discovery was made today in SCIENCE. The important professors from Intelligent University in Minnesota have unearthed an ancient document which reveals the fundamental secrets of the universe.
Apparently there are no fundamental secrets, and there is no difference between things that are "ancient" and things that happen "right now."
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Pancakes for breakfast, o pancakes.
Syrup and golden buttered maple syrup
sticks to my younger brother's face and eyebrows
I throw the spoon at my younger brother
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
My daytime perspective. A sun, bright as the heart that beats me.
A tree, filters the UV. My body, and my eyes, see the sky and air
Chapter 28: Harbor East Subdivision
Look at my new razor-hydro-silence-power goggles.
With'em, I can see for miles and miles.
It is late and long ago in the summer and the sky is red, orange and purple.
The crickets remind me that life is going on.
I remember that cars have not yet been invented.
My eyes water against the dry wind.
What is that?
Who is this?
I begin to walk.
I enjoy walking through space, because the shapes move and change.
Cars have been invented by now, and the roads are here and paved black and hot.
I saw a dead terrier on the side of the road here. It had curly white hair and a pudgy little face. His head lay in a small pool of his own blood. I had to stare at him in disbelief for several minutes. Not sure what to make of it yet. Something can be so disgusting and heartbreaking at the same time. Sadness is an ugly little man with hurt in his feelings. After a minute, all the sounds returned.
In the future, where I live, you can never have silence. There is always the sound of machines humming nearby. Or you can hear the mechanical drone of the highway not too far away. Nature is a luxury, a tourist attraction. It is kept to a minumum, for safety reasons. The ordered set.
Most terriers have owners, or at least former owners. I did not expect to meet these people, but the little dog linked our lives together now, in the general scheme of things.
In the distance, some big yellow tractors were digging a large hole.
In the future, much of the Earth has been paved for automobiles. Cars are living extensions of the human organism. Today, it seemed pathetic and horrible.
They sped past me like wild yelps. Avoiding unecessary human interaction at 70 MPH.
I saw a neighborhood with houses, but no people. The silence was uncomfortable, as I walked down the empty street. All the lawns were perfectly manicured.
A sign beyond the highway overpass insisted: "Welcome To Harbor East Subdivision."
Walking, I am the pedestrian. The huge sign indicates that I am entering Harbor East Subdivision.
The name does not have a “certain ring” to it. No.
It sounds like some kind of US military operation, perhaps a CIA mind control experiment gone horribly wrong in the late 1950s. There is no one in the front yard of any house, and the only sounds come from the highway in the distance. It all begins to look like a twisted epilogue to some movie about the dangers of nuclear testing. Presently, I step in the remains of another dead animal.
The cat's head is crushed on one side, and blood has poured out of his mouth. He has beautiful shades of coffee, chocolate and vanilla colors in his fur.
As I walked up to the body, a group of flies swirled up off the carcass, visibly annoyed that I had interrupted their feast.
The cat's eyes had been blown out of his skull, and they hung violently out of the sockets.
With'em, I can see for miles and miles.
It is late and long ago in the summer and the sky is red, orange and purple.
The crickets remind me that life is going on.
I remember that cars have not yet been invented.
My eyes water against the dry wind.
What is that?
Who is this?
I begin to walk.
I enjoy walking through space, because the shapes move and change.
Cars have been invented by now, and the roads are here and paved black and hot.
I saw a dead terrier on the side of the road here. It had curly white hair and a pudgy little face. His head lay in a small pool of his own blood. I had to stare at him in disbelief for several minutes. Not sure what to make of it yet. Something can be so disgusting and heartbreaking at the same time. Sadness is an ugly little man with hurt in his feelings. After a minute, all the sounds returned.
In the future, where I live, you can never have silence. There is always the sound of machines humming nearby. Or you can hear the mechanical drone of the highway not too far away. Nature is a luxury, a tourist attraction. It is kept to a minumum, for safety reasons. The ordered set.
Most terriers have owners, or at least former owners. I did not expect to meet these people, but the little dog linked our lives together now, in the general scheme of things.
In the distance, some big yellow tractors were digging a large hole.
In the future, much of the Earth has been paved for automobiles. Cars are living extensions of the human organism. Today, it seemed pathetic and horrible.
They sped past me like wild yelps. Avoiding unecessary human interaction at 70 MPH.
I saw a neighborhood with houses, but no people. The silence was uncomfortable, as I walked down the empty street. All the lawns were perfectly manicured.
A sign beyond the highway overpass insisted: "Welcome To Harbor East Subdivision."
Walking, I am the pedestrian. The huge sign indicates that I am entering Harbor East Subdivision.
The name does not have a “certain ring” to it. No.
It sounds like some kind of US military operation, perhaps a CIA mind control experiment gone horribly wrong in the late 1950s. There is no one in the front yard of any house, and the only sounds come from the highway in the distance. It all begins to look like a twisted epilogue to some movie about the dangers of nuclear testing. Presently, I step in the remains of another dead animal.
The cat's head is crushed on one side, and blood has poured out of his mouth. He has beautiful shades of coffee, chocolate and vanilla colors in his fur.
As I walked up to the body, a group of flies swirled up off the carcass, visibly annoyed that I had interrupted their feast.
The cat's eyes had been blown out of his skull, and they hung violently out of the sockets.
Chapter 29: Planet Park
We live rational lives. We are reasonable people. Everything within reason. Let's not be too hasty. Respect your elders! Respect each other! Respect me! Do what people tell you to do if they're certified. Take a donkey for a walk around the block!
Don't think of yourself. Think of all selves. All times and all places, events and organisms. Think about objects and water and air. The 10,000 things that make up the gradient border between the heavens and the Earth. Think of them because they are happening now. Think of them because there is nothing else. You move and breathe with billions of others like you. You think you are so alone, and so do billions like you. All is one, and what a lonely one it must be!
Look at your body! Don't be ashamed, what are you ashamed of??? Lousy christian traditions! Your body is a living work of art, and you didn't make it yourself so please show some appreciation for it. Are you seeing faults in your body or faults in yourself?
Do you have a penis or a vagina? Do you have both? If you have both, that's just great! The spiritual significance of "penis" and "vagina" as words is very noticeable. Many people have a visceral reaction to the words, however subtle. This comes from ages and ages of body-bashing by the type of people who insist that ORIGINAL SIN is real and we are all flawed by nature. Flaws are equally important!
What will become of me? Wonder! Where did I come from? Am I the result of a glint in my father's eye? The reason you are here, the reason any of us are here in this world is highly mysterious. The chain of genetic linkage is long and grows vague with age. We don't know what the hell we are, no one really does. Human being.
The face is a beacon of expression. Smile for yes, acceptance, approval, joy, elation, love, compassion, amusement, amazement and laughter! Frown for no, opposition, disapproval, scorn, sadness, misery, depression, irritation, annoyance and weeping. The original prototypes for the face can be seen in many animals who use less complicated methods of visual expression. Brightly coloured birds and flowers, chameleons, various postures as symbols of submission, dominance, etc. Nature is full of visible language, and the face is one of the most advanced ones going.
When you're really happy, you smile without trying to. Your eyes contain the basic flavor of your thoughts.
In the modern world, technology is part of the extended human phenotype. We are so obsessed with cultivating our stupid little machine that we've lost interest in life to a sickening degree. People secretly love feeling "stressed out" because it gives them a feeling of justification, importance, that sort of of thing.
People are always blaming people and trying to avoid blame themselves. And really blame is just scorn from other people. Shame is the opposite, inner side of scorn. You feel ashamed when your fellow humans abandon you for some wrongdoings.
The road makes an awkward triangle as it extends (expands) away into the foreground. Distance seems to decrease MY ability to discern detail. I don't know what it means.
A stack of skull, bones, muscle, flesh, tissue, organs, liver, onions, potatoes, balls, ears, cartilage, feet, stomach, intestines, legs, eyeballs, hair, teeth, breasts, toes, buttocks, appendix, heart, lungs, elbows keeps me up at night or in the morning. My brain is at the top because it operates the rest of them.
I walk! I hold myself up in space and I am a kind of moving tree. It would seem.
each direction extends for infinity in every direction in all directions go on forever until time is meaningless. time is meaningless when it is now, instead of when, which is never. Forever again. Here and now. Space is eternity incarnate, time is the shape of change.
Four dimensional non-distancical type of things which aforementioned thus. Etc!
Symbol slinging homonids and bendy twisty joints to run with. Eyescanner reality system produces colourful pop-art universe. Light illuminates, shadow contrast. All you can see is light and shadow. Notes of music and organic human voice. Timbre, sky, cave, echo.
Fluid and gaseous vapor and beaver dam and treetops, rustling of endlessly summering dead dandelions with gray wispy seeds. Silent twilight cold green grass summer crickets harmonizing quietly among your field of perceptionish.
RAIN! Lines of mirrorwater, cold or lukewarm, light and sprinkly or fat and slooshy! Puddles with expanding spheripples and glushy gupples.
Frozen rain=freezy snow. Hexagonal crystal white reflective sub-zero breath fog sting cheek numb fingers. Melted snow on your warm skin, frozen snot and eyelashes. Powdery or slushy or crunchy and grimacey. Wet frozen snow. Cloud-dropped fresh and frozen in intricate patterns. Covers the grass in ganzfeld mountains devoid of color left blank empty fields of white silence. Rippled hills tundra desert. Spiral wind whooshes by polar ice caps polarizey snowball flake ice. Long ice daggers drip water blood drops from the rain gutter.
Jeweled eyes reflect sphered mirrors of jade, orange amber green, sequoia, sapphire stone, brown European heated black drink steamy eyes ebony rose lime scented morning air eyes. Licorice and charcoal, the ultrawhite sheen on a reflective surface distracts my eye, which is UNACCEPTABLE
GEOS-gigantic Earth distributes us into space, holds us aloft in 666 patterns in every infinite direction. The earth is a sphere and we go outwards, up. Standing with feet on the land of the circle. Silently rotating in deep empty space. The sun soaks spiritual significance onto Gaia-Canvas Earthsphere. Geos, the third, the mothership of fools.
At the center of object A lies a center of gravity, distinguished from all other points but simultaneously EXISTS as all other points. The center of gravity is the chain linking everything to everything else. Space is illusion, all is inseperable as thus. Experience is how existence works.
Africa the home of the tribe. the safari zebra dry grassland snake rhinoceres giraffe and great magestic feline cat. The silent dignity of life before the great shift into technology and symbolism. The human home is dying, the human mind is falling apart into madness. So many inputs, so little output.
Chantrance floaterize climbstairs upcastle. Persian arabesque swirl whorl loop DNA double-helix pattern design mandala. Mandlebrot mushroom mechanical parasol. It began to rain Skittles® and I was uncertain of my exact location. I seem to know only what is not. In relation to what I suppose, I knows.
Toenail violence is hitting our streets. Noise complaints are serious and so is AIDS and so we should know. But do we?
You aren't reading this correctly.
Don't think of yourself. Think of all selves. All times and all places, events and organisms. Think about objects and water and air. The 10,000 things that make up the gradient border between the heavens and the Earth. Think of them because they are happening now. Think of them because there is nothing else. You move and breathe with billions of others like you. You think you are so alone, and so do billions like you. All is one, and what a lonely one it must be!
Look at your body! Don't be ashamed, what are you ashamed of??? Lousy christian traditions! Your body is a living work of art, and you didn't make it yourself so please show some appreciation for it. Are you seeing faults in your body or faults in yourself?
Do you have a penis or a vagina? Do you have both? If you have both, that's just great! The spiritual significance of "penis" and "vagina" as words is very noticeable. Many people have a visceral reaction to the words, however subtle. This comes from ages and ages of body-bashing by the type of people who insist that ORIGINAL SIN is real and we are all flawed by nature. Flaws are equally important!
What will become of me? Wonder! Where did I come from? Am I the result of a glint in my father's eye? The reason you are here, the reason any of us are here in this world is highly mysterious. The chain of genetic linkage is long and grows vague with age. We don't know what the hell we are, no one really does. Human being.
The face is a beacon of expression. Smile for yes, acceptance, approval, joy, elation, love, compassion, amusement, amazement and laughter! Frown for no, opposition, disapproval, scorn, sadness, misery, depression, irritation, annoyance and weeping. The original prototypes for the face can be seen in many animals who use less complicated methods of visual expression. Brightly coloured birds and flowers, chameleons, various postures as symbols of submission, dominance, etc. Nature is full of visible language, and the face is one of the most advanced ones going.
When you're really happy, you smile without trying to. Your eyes contain the basic flavor of your thoughts.
In the modern world, technology is part of the extended human phenotype. We are so obsessed with cultivating our stupid little machine that we've lost interest in life to a sickening degree. People secretly love feeling "stressed out" because it gives them a feeling of justification, importance, that sort of of thing.
People are always blaming people and trying to avoid blame themselves. And really blame is just scorn from other people. Shame is the opposite, inner side of scorn. You feel ashamed when your fellow humans abandon you for some wrongdoings.
The road makes an awkward triangle as it extends (expands) away into the foreground. Distance seems to decrease MY ability to discern detail. I don't know what it means.
A stack of skull, bones, muscle, flesh, tissue, organs, liver, onions, potatoes, balls, ears, cartilage, feet, stomach, intestines, legs, eyeballs, hair, teeth, breasts, toes, buttocks, appendix, heart, lungs, elbows keeps me up at night or in the morning. My brain is at the top because it operates the rest of them.
I walk! I hold myself up in space and I am a kind of moving tree. It would seem.
each direction extends for infinity in every direction in all directions go on forever until time is meaningless. time is meaningless when it is now, instead of when, which is never. Forever again. Here and now. Space is eternity incarnate, time is the shape of change.
Four dimensional non-distancical type of things which aforementioned thus. Etc!
Symbol slinging homonids and bendy twisty joints to run with. Eyescanner reality system produces colourful pop-art universe. Light illuminates, shadow contrast. All you can see is light and shadow. Notes of music and organic human voice. Timbre, sky, cave, echo.
Fluid and gaseous vapor and beaver dam and treetops, rustling of endlessly summering dead dandelions with gray wispy seeds. Silent twilight cold green grass summer crickets harmonizing quietly among your field of perceptionish.
RAIN! Lines of mirrorwater, cold or lukewarm, light and sprinkly or fat and slooshy! Puddles with expanding spheripples and glushy gupples.
Frozen rain=freezy snow. Hexagonal crystal white reflective sub-zero breath fog sting cheek numb fingers. Melted snow on your warm skin, frozen snot and eyelashes. Powdery or slushy or crunchy and grimacey. Wet frozen snow. Cloud-dropped fresh and frozen in intricate patterns. Covers the grass in ganzfeld mountains devoid of color left blank empty fields of white silence. Rippled hills tundra desert. Spiral wind whooshes by polar ice caps polarizey snowball flake ice. Long ice daggers drip water blood drops from the rain gutter.
Jeweled eyes reflect sphered mirrors of jade, orange amber green, sequoia, sapphire stone, brown European heated black drink steamy eyes ebony rose lime scented morning air eyes. Licorice and charcoal, the ultrawhite sheen on a reflective surface distracts my eye, which is UNACCEPTABLE
GEOS-gigantic Earth distributes us into space, holds us aloft in 666 patterns in every infinite direction. The earth is a sphere and we go outwards, up. Standing with feet on the land of the circle. Silently rotating in deep empty space. The sun soaks spiritual significance onto Gaia-Canvas Earthsphere. Geos, the third, the mothership of fools.
At the center of object A lies a center of gravity, distinguished from all other points but simultaneously EXISTS as all other points. The center of gravity is the chain linking everything to everything else. Space is illusion, all is inseperable as thus. Experience is how existence works.
Africa the home of the tribe. the safari zebra dry grassland snake rhinoceres giraffe and great magestic feline cat. The silent dignity of life before the great shift into technology and symbolism. The human home is dying, the human mind is falling apart into madness. So many inputs, so little output.
Chantrance floaterize climbstairs upcastle. Persian arabesque swirl whorl loop DNA double-helix pattern design mandala. Mandlebrot mushroom mechanical parasol. It began to rain Skittles® and I was uncertain of my exact location. I seem to know only what is not. In relation to what I suppose, I knows.
Toenail violence is hitting our streets. Noise complaints are serious and so is AIDS and so we should know. But do we?
You aren't reading this correctly.
Chapter 30: Structure Columns
Throughout Human History.......
After Ten Million Years; we are the Age of Information (Une Saga de'Informons).
Punctured deformed and mutated whirls of life are now spiralling out of the molds we cast for them in our collectively lifelong Quest for Knowledge. Millions of TV channels and Global Warming!!! Political parties! Scientific data! Insurance companies, funeral homes, gas stations, grocery stores, video gaming communities, genres of all the genres of media, opinion forums, critic's choice awards, organic vegetables, dietary supplements, plastic surgery, traffic lights, pornography, Ritalin and President George W. Bush!!!!
Computerized graphics catch our eyes and capture our minds. Trees and grass are nothing more than the Global Carpet.
Conclusions are reached by sifting through the endless sea of information, and picking up the most concise rock you find.
The relativity of intelligence is now becoming clear. Nothing is ultimately true or false. The Universe has not truly passed judgement on anything, and we are the Guessers and Symbol-makers.
The realization that Uncertainty precedes any knowledge is not a helpful idea.
***
With words,
People have eyes and hands and arms and ears.
Trees have branches and roots and stems and leaves.
No one knows why.
Many theories abound
No one knows why anything is anything. No one knows why anything exists, or seems to exist. This is at once profoundly irritating and bewildering. It can also be a source of wonder and joy to those who do not take themselves quite so "seriously."
There are many theories about existence, but none of them can be absolutely proven true or false.
Because of this primal uncertainty, NOTHING can be absolutely proven true or false. The most we can ever know about anything is a guess; where your guess is as good as mine.
Reality is more "straightfoward" than your nightly dreams, but we can no longer assume it is any more "real."
***
Because life is a place where we are meant to cry AND laugh. We are simultaneously dying AND being born, and we are capable of both good AND evil.
We aspire to the "higher" values simply because "aspiration" is the moral equivalent of "acceleration."
Good and Evil balance each other. They are inversely equal to one another. They are mirror images.
In the physical world, we see the interaction of objects according to physical laws.
In the realm of information and language, we see the interaction of logic and laws of syntax.
In the world of mathematics, we see quantities interact with other quantities, based on certain laws of identity (ie. 1=1, 2=2, etc)
***
The world of pure information is also called the "mind."
Our mind has no beginning or end, and so it is called a "stream" of consciousness.
All things are known through information and the "mind."
Our mind is our window to existence.
However, the mind and existence seem to occupy the same space, which is eternally mysterious.
You know everything through your mind, and yet you know your mind through your mind.
***
There is a ghost in the works here. Someone called the "self" is ever-watchful. The self cannot be found, because the self will never be found by itself.
Looking for the self is like cutting a blade in half with its own edge. Without the self, there is no one seeking, and with the self, there is nothing to seek.
***
There is nothing beyond speculation, i suppose
After Ten Million Years; we are the Age of Information (Une Saga de'Informons).
Punctured deformed and mutated whirls of life are now spiralling out of the molds we cast for them in our collectively lifelong Quest for Knowledge. Millions of TV channels and Global Warming!!! Political parties! Scientific data! Insurance companies, funeral homes, gas stations, grocery stores, video gaming communities, genres of all the genres of media, opinion forums, critic's choice awards, organic vegetables, dietary supplements, plastic surgery, traffic lights, pornography, Ritalin and President George W. Bush!!!!
Computerized graphics catch our eyes and capture our minds. Trees and grass are nothing more than the Global Carpet.
Conclusions are reached by sifting through the endless sea of information, and picking up the most concise rock you find.
The relativity of intelligence is now becoming clear. Nothing is ultimately true or false. The Universe has not truly passed judgement on anything, and we are the Guessers and Symbol-makers.
The realization that Uncertainty precedes any knowledge is not a helpful idea.
***
With words,
People have eyes and hands and arms and ears.
Trees have branches and roots and stems and leaves.
No one knows why.
Many theories abound
No one knows why anything is anything. No one knows why anything exists, or seems to exist. This is at once profoundly irritating and bewildering. It can also be a source of wonder and joy to those who do not take themselves quite so "seriously."
There are many theories about existence, but none of them can be absolutely proven true or false.
Because of this primal uncertainty, NOTHING can be absolutely proven true or false. The most we can ever know about anything is a guess; where your guess is as good as mine.
Reality is more "straightfoward" than your nightly dreams, but we can no longer assume it is any more "real."
***
Because life is a place where we are meant to cry AND laugh. We are simultaneously dying AND being born, and we are capable of both good AND evil.
We aspire to the "higher" values simply because "aspiration" is the moral equivalent of "acceleration."
Good and Evil balance each other. They are inversely equal to one another. They are mirror images.
In the physical world, we see the interaction of objects according to physical laws.
In the realm of information and language, we see the interaction of logic and laws of syntax.
In the world of mathematics, we see quantities interact with other quantities, based on certain laws of identity (ie. 1=1, 2=2, etc)
***
The world of pure information is also called the "mind."
Our mind has no beginning or end, and so it is called a "stream" of consciousness.
All things are known through information and the "mind."
Our mind is our window to existence.
However, the mind and existence seem to occupy the same space, which is eternally mysterious.
You know everything through your mind, and yet you know your mind through your mind.
***
There is a ghost in the works here. Someone called the "self" is ever-watchful. The self cannot be found, because the self will never be found by itself.
Looking for the self is like cutting a blade in half with its own edge. Without the self, there is no one seeking, and with the self, there is nothing to seek.
***
There is nothing beyond speculation, i suppose
Chapter 31: We Are All Rays From The Same Sun
"You are part of this universe.....in exactly the same way that a wave is part of the ocean" (Alan W. Watts)
I can't really remember being born, or what happened before that...
At the beginning of my life, I suppose I was forging a mental vocabulary out of shapes and sounds and feelings that I later grew into a perpetual state of inner monologue.
What is the essential information for all human beings? I honestly don't know, but I can describe to you what I think it is...
A gigantic entity of light, heat, energy, and radiant power called the "Sun" is responsible for Day.
Day time is the cosmic play of Earthly life forms. The Sun seems to be somewhat responsible for life forms. What is the relations between the Sun and Earthly life forms?
Day alternates with Night as the Earth rotates and gives all of its regions a shine from the Sun.
A cold, ancient stone orbits the Earth silently, and it is the white glow of the moon. Some say the moon is older than the Earth itself. If the Sun is the nucleus, the Moon must be an electron.
During the Night, the Moon acts as a mirror for the light of the Sun, and some day the Moon is responsible for the tides in the vast oceans of Earth.
Does the surface of the ocean curve with the rest of the Earth's surface? Or does it take the shape of its container? How does water take the shape of its container when it envelops the container? Or is the container actually Space itself?
At the center of the Earth is a living core of liquid fire and energy. At the core of a human body is a heart beating with life and energy.
We remeber the exchanges of night and day, and the memories of you and me, and the ideas of self and other, foreground and background, or space and time. These are all experiences that seem to occur in an area vaguely identical to our visual field. We only see the real universe because we see what our body (part of the real universe/ a small section of the real universe) looks at, experiences, and senses. In other words: as we walk down the hall, the hall walks down us. From this perspective, we form our opinion of what is true and factual. From this single perspective, we create our entire image of what reality "is."
The knowledge we normally credit as being intelligent is verbal and mental, living in our minds. But the non-verbal knowledge that we are born with is expressed in the very structure of our DNA, and the specific form and shape of our physical human body. We didn't design our own body, face, or brain. And yet, everything that is "ours," and our entire image of "self" is accomplished and understood through these pre-manufactured biological items. We are a mystery to our own understanding, but here we are anyway!
The picture of your world that you see with your eyes is only a model of light that you brain creates. This means that if a real world exists, you've never seen it. You've only seen the model that your brain created, based on the configuration of light and energy in the particular area that you are being. Furthermore, it seems that the only ticket into this world is a subjective experience within it. To gaze upon a world is to gaze from somewhere, and in our case, we gaze out into the same system that created us, that became us, that is us. As Nietschze once reportedly said, "As we gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into us."
It is my opinion (based on absolutely no academically respectable knowledge) that all manifestation in the physical universe is also manifested in the spiritual universe of consciousness and awareness. It is weird to assume that humans alone are entitled to this special ability. Consciousness permeates throughout the known, and all is unknown.
I can't really remember being born, or what happened before that...
At the beginning of my life, I suppose I was forging a mental vocabulary out of shapes and sounds and feelings that I later grew into a perpetual state of inner monologue.
What is the essential information for all human beings? I honestly don't know, but I can describe to you what I think it is...
A gigantic entity of light, heat, energy, and radiant power called the "Sun" is responsible for Day.
Day time is the cosmic play of Earthly life forms. The Sun seems to be somewhat responsible for life forms. What is the relations between the Sun and Earthly life forms?
Day alternates with Night as the Earth rotates and gives all of its regions a shine from the Sun.
A cold, ancient stone orbits the Earth silently, and it is the white glow of the moon. Some say the moon is older than the Earth itself. If the Sun is the nucleus, the Moon must be an electron.
During the Night, the Moon acts as a mirror for the light of the Sun, and some day the Moon is responsible for the tides in the vast oceans of Earth.
Does the surface of the ocean curve with the rest of the Earth's surface? Or does it take the shape of its container? How does water take the shape of its container when it envelops the container? Or is the container actually Space itself?
At the center of the Earth is a living core of liquid fire and energy. At the core of a human body is a heart beating with life and energy.
We remeber the exchanges of night and day, and the memories of you and me, and the ideas of self and other, foreground and background, or space and time. These are all experiences that seem to occur in an area vaguely identical to our visual field. We only see the real universe because we see what our body (part of the real universe/ a small section of the real universe) looks at, experiences, and senses. In other words: as we walk down the hall, the hall walks down us. From this perspective, we form our opinion of what is true and factual. From this single perspective, we create our entire image of what reality "is."
The knowledge we normally credit as being intelligent is verbal and mental, living in our minds. But the non-verbal knowledge that we are born with is expressed in the very structure of our DNA, and the specific form and shape of our physical human body. We didn't design our own body, face, or brain. And yet, everything that is "ours," and our entire image of "self" is accomplished and understood through these pre-manufactured biological items. We are a mystery to our own understanding, but here we are anyway!
The picture of your world that you see with your eyes is only a model of light that you brain creates. This means that if a real world exists, you've never seen it. You've only seen the model that your brain created, based on the configuration of light and energy in the particular area that you are being. Furthermore, it seems that the only ticket into this world is a subjective experience within it. To gaze upon a world is to gaze from somewhere, and in our case, we gaze out into the same system that created us, that became us, that is us. As Nietschze once reportedly said, "As we gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into us."
It is my opinion (based on absolutely no academically respectable knowledge) that all manifestation in the physical universe is also manifested in the spiritual universe of consciousness and awareness. It is weird to assume that humans alone are entitled to this special ability. Consciousness permeates throughout the known, and all is unknown.
Chapter 32: Ultimate Illumination
Or: "Pig-Headed Assumptions Made in a Drunken Stupor While Driving Over the Speed-Limit In A School Zone Without any Regard for the Well-Being of Others"
At the core of this life is a direct experience of the "Oneness" we share with everything. The Whole Being that is and always will be the Entire Universe.
But this oneness is often missed because we think it is somehow "special, holy, or unattainable." These imaginary qualities we attribute to the Oneness are entirely irrelevent and unecessary. The sensation of oneness, or Cosmic Unity, is ever-present, and we do not lack it in any way. Even the common misconception that we are lonely individuals on a lonely planet is a part of this essential unity. Our ability to form opinions in any way whatsoever is purely magical, unexplained, beyond belief, and AT LEAST proof that there is intelligence somewhere else in the universe.
Your ordinary, everyday sense of consciousness is an expression of the divine universal life force. The very quality of being "ordinary" is made possible by the living, divine ACTUAL universe. You lack absolutely nothing, and your very sense of lacking is made possible by your automatic unity with the Ultimate Intelligence.
It isn't about believing in God or anything like that. Our ability to believe anything; our ability to think and feel and experience; these are all qualities of being human that are given to us by something unknown. It doesn't matter what name you give to this unknown intelligence. Simply acknowledge your own existence, your own life. Think of how strange it is that you are here at all; and how much more likely it would be that you never existed at all.
PART TWO
The living view of light and energy as it is seen through our eyes and minds is united with an Ultimate Subjective Experience (ie. God, Brahman) so complex that it has convinced itself that it contains billions of individual units that are also able to have subjective experiences.
In other words, "What is the result of subtracting the universe from itself?"
In the Physical World, Outer Space is the manifestation of complete darkness, and a Star is the symbol of complete illumination. All of Everything contains this basic relationship to itself.
By "Living View of Light & Energy As Seen & Experienced Through Our Eyes & Mind" we mean the exact experience that you are having right now. This is proof enough of a reality for most people. This is waking consciousness. This is the illusion of separate-ness we have while Being with the All of Everything.
These words may sound spiritual or religious (or just plain bat-shit crazy), but the concept of "Being" here is used as a symbol for waking consciousness, a state of mind that most people admit is somewhat realistic. The words "All of Everything" are used to convey the sense of infinity that we all have in our minds.
Whether or not you actually believe in something called "infinity," you at least have a sense of what it is like. You assume, for example, that the world extends beyond the borders of your own perception instead of simply ending where you cannot see and hear any further. By realizing the finite nature of your own awareness, you consider the infinite possibilities beyond it.
And the closest representation of Infinity that we have is our own mind and its capacity to represent whatever we think of. The nature of thought seems most closely related to the nature of light than anything else. Thoughts change and flow in a way that is different from light, but thoughts have the basic weightlessness and non-being that light has (in the realm of all perceptible objects).
Interestingly enough, all perceptible objects are known first and foremost by their corresponding light-image that we see. Or, if we are blind, their enegetically determined feeling (ie. Hard, Soft, Big, Small, Hot, Cold, Sharp, Dull, etc.)
=Happens All At Once-
"It is now 4 in the Afternoon" is another way of saying, "during its continuous rotation, the Earth was facing the Sun in a way that caused all visible shadows to point in the direction of slightly southeast."
At the core of this life is a direct experience of the "Oneness" we share with everything. The Whole Being that is and always will be the Entire Universe.
But this oneness is often missed because we think it is somehow "special, holy, or unattainable." These imaginary qualities we attribute to the Oneness are entirely irrelevent and unecessary. The sensation of oneness, or Cosmic Unity, is ever-present, and we do not lack it in any way. Even the common misconception that we are lonely individuals on a lonely planet is a part of this essential unity. Our ability to form opinions in any way whatsoever is purely magical, unexplained, beyond belief, and AT LEAST proof that there is intelligence somewhere else in the universe.
Your ordinary, everyday sense of consciousness is an expression of the divine universal life force. The very quality of being "ordinary" is made possible by the living, divine ACTUAL universe. You lack absolutely nothing, and your very sense of lacking is made possible by your automatic unity with the Ultimate Intelligence.
It isn't about believing in God or anything like that. Our ability to believe anything; our ability to think and feel and experience; these are all qualities of being human that are given to us by something unknown. It doesn't matter what name you give to this unknown intelligence. Simply acknowledge your own existence, your own life. Think of how strange it is that you are here at all; and how much more likely it would be that you never existed at all.
PART TWO
The living view of light and energy as it is seen through our eyes and minds is united with an Ultimate Subjective Experience (ie. God, Brahman) so complex that it has convinced itself that it contains billions of individual units that are also able to have subjective experiences.
In other words, "What is the result of subtracting the universe from itself?"
In the Physical World, Outer Space is the manifestation of complete darkness, and a Star is the symbol of complete illumination. All of Everything contains this basic relationship to itself.
By "Living View of Light & Energy As Seen & Experienced Through Our Eyes & Mind" we mean the exact experience that you are having right now. This is proof enough of a reality for most people. This is waking consciousness. This is the illusion of separate-ness we have while Being with the All of Everything.
These words may sound spiritual or religious (or just plain bat-shit crazy), but the concept of "Being" here is used as a symbol for waking consciousness, a state of mind that most people admit is somewhat realistic. The words "All of Everything" are used to convey the sense of infinity that we all have in our minds.
Whether or not you actually believe in something called "infinity," you at least have a sense of what it is like. You assume, for example, that the world extends beyond the borders of your own perception instead of simply ending where you cannot see and hear any further. By realizing the finite nature of your own awareness, you consider the infinite possibilities beyond it.
And the closest representation of Infinity that we have is our own mind and its capacity to represent whatever we think of. The nature of thought seems most closely related to the nature of light than anything else. Thoughts change and flow in a way that is different from light, but thoughts have the basic weightlessness and non-being that light has (in the realm of all perceptible objects).
Interestingly enough, all perceptible objects are known first and foremost by their corresponding light-image that we see. Or, if we are blind, their enegetically determined feeling (ie. Hard, Soft, Big, Small, Hot, Cold, Sharp, Dull, etc.)
=Happens All At Once-
"It is now 4 in the Afternoon" is another way of saying, "during its continuous rotation, the Earth was facing the Sun in a way that caused all visible shadows to point in the direction of slightly southeast."
Chapter 33: The Biggest Things That Aren't Real
Why do people read and write?
This may sound like a stupid question, and it probably is, but that doesn't make it any easier to answer.
I suppose the obvious answer is "they read and write in order to COMMUNICATE."
You see, I wrote the word COMMUNICATE in capital letters so that you would notice it.
So why do people communicate?
I suppose there are as many answers to that question as there are possible things that one can COMMUNICATE. In other words, people communicate because: INFINITY.
INFINITY is the number of things you can possibly communicate. Communication is limited only by expression and comprehension: EVERYTHING that there is.
EVERYTHING is exactly what it means: EVERY THING. Not just some THINGS, but ALL THINGS.
A THING is harder to define. A THING is single and individual, but it can be made up of many smaller THINGS. For example, a spring is a THING, but it is composed of smaller THINGS called molecules, and each molecule is a THING made up of still smaller THINGS called atoms, which are made of still smaller THINGS called protons, neutrons, electrons and nuclei!!!
Eventually, we're going to discover that THINGS aren't really THINGS.
They're WORDS.
NOW, is a WORD a THING?
or is a THING a WORD?
I suppose a THING is technically a WORD because it's something you can say, write, and use as a part of LANGUAGE...sometimes. There are also THINGS that can't be put into WORDS.
But a WORD is also a THING because it's a single unit, in a very vague sense.
This is much too confusing. LANGUAGE is too wobbly a platform to discern items upon.
Lets use MATH!!!
THING=1
EVERYTHING=Ω
INFINITY=∞
This may sound like a stupid question, and it probably is, but that doesn't make it any easier to answer.
I suppose the obvious answer is "they read and write in order to COMMUNICATE."
You see, I wrote the word COMMUNICATE in capital letters so that you would notice it.
So why do people communicate?
I suppose there are as many answers to that question as there are possible things that one can COMMUNICATE. In other words, people communicate because: INFINITY.
INFINITY is the number of things you can possibly communicate. Communication is limited only by expression and comprehension: EVERYTHING that there is.
EVERYTHING is exactly what it means: EVERY THING. Not just some THINGS, but ALL THINGS.
A THING is harder to define. A THING is single and individual, but it can be made up of many smaller THINGS. For example, a spring is a THING, but it is composed of smaller THINGS called molecules, and each molecule is a THING made up of still smaller THINGS called atoms, which are made of still smaller THINGS called protons, neutrons, electrons and nuclei!!!
Eventually, we're going to discover that THINGS aren't really THINGS.
They're WORDS.
NOW, is a WORD a THING?
or is a THING a WORD?
I suppose a THING is technically a WORD because it's something you can say, write, and use as a part of LANGUAGE...sometimes. There are also THINGS that can't be put into WORDS.
But a WORD is also a THING because it's a single unit, in a very vague sense.
This is much too confusing. LANGUAGE is too wobbly a platform to discern items upon.
Lets use MATH!!!
THING=1
EVERYTHING=Ω
INFINITY=∞
Chapter 34: A Rainbow of Happiness
If you have a theory or any idea about anything, this shows that you admit the possibility of a universe existing. If you simply deny the existence of anything, you have taken the easy way out, and you may now continue living in a state of total bliss and radiance.
But for those of us who enjoy the challenge of attempting to explain things, understanding the nature of the universe is a fascinating problem. In fact it is The Most fascinating problem of all! Knowing at least something about the universe seems to be imperative to survival, especially to an individual living inside of it. Logically, there is no reason for anything to exist, and logic can only exist after existence exists; so it appears there is no rhyme or reason as to why anything is anything or anywhere anytime at all, ever. The whole thing we call the universe is endlessly mysterious, puzzling and astonishing. And while you might think you're safe reading about it as a subject to "consider" at your leisure; it's right here in front of you. You are the universe being yourself, and your enviornment, and everyone you know, and the sky, and everything you could ever know, right now.
Most human beings today have almost no capacity to be fascinated and entranced by the mere state of existence. Experience has to come with some bonus features in order to be interesting; a stroke of good luck, perhaps. Maybe a twenty-dollar bill in the sewer grate or a rainbow of happiness. The cheerful exclamation of: "It's amazing to be alive!" has been replaced by the newer, more cynical adage: "life sucks and then you die."
Life has evolved to the point where being alive isn't enough. We want to be alive; while on the world's largest roller-coaster, listening to music, eating pretzels and having hardcore sex. We want three scoops of ice cream and four-hundred million dollars! We want nice weather every day! We want to laugh and drink and fuck all morning day and night! After all, what's the use of having sense organs if they can't be in a perpetual state of total satisfaction? Boredom is annoying and stupid.
The Infinite Universe is a huge organic clockwork of light and form and colour. If we so much as turn our head slightly to the left, the Entire Substance of Infinity seems to shift slightly to the right, visually speaking. I suppose this is because light from the world is pouring into our eyes and minds all the time, and we see it all from the very specific perspective of our own head. Using this basic information, along with the other sensory apparatus and our conscious imagination, we co-create our personal self-image and explain to ourself how we relate to the Whole Thing. But the actual experience of a body within a universe is all I ever remember feeling. Through my senses, the world seems too huge for my small body and mind to ever understand. But this state of being is how I define myself, and it is the only thing I know. The Self and The Other combine to make up the Whole Thing.
In other words, everything is simultaneously 100% subjective and 100% objective.
*****
If the world is the result of One All-Encompassing Ultimate Source, then we would say this is the Macrocosm. The corresponding Microcosm would be the human ego: a focal point of spiritual energy that is the beginningless beginning of a life narrative.
The Microcosm is an exact replica of the Macrocosm
*****
All human thought seems to emerge from the universe itself, for the simple reason that human beings seem to emerge from the universe. So any serious inquiry into the nature of the universe has a certain amount of absurdity to it, like a dog chasing his own tail.
But for those of us who enjoy the challenge of attempting to explain things, understanding the nature of the universe is a fascinating problem. In fact it is The Most fascinating problem of all! Knowing at least something about the universe seems to be imperative to survival, especially to an individual living inside of it. Logically, there is no reason for anything to exist, and logic can only exist after existence exists; so it appears there is no rhyme or reason as to why anything is anything or anywhere anytime at all, ever. The whole thing we call the universe is endlessly mysterious, puzzling and astonishing. And while you might think you're safe reading about it as a subject to "consider" at your leisure; it's right here in front of you. You are the universe being yourself, and your enviornment, and everyone you know, and the sky, and everything you could ever know, right now.
Most human beings today have almost no capacity to be fascinated and entranced by the mere state of existence. Experience has to come with some bonus features in order to be interesting; a stroke of good luck, perhaps. Maybe a twenty-dollar bill in the sewer grate or a rainbow of happiness. The cheerful exclamation of: "It's amazing to be alive!" has been replaced by the newer, more cynical adage: "life sucks and then you die."
Life has evolved to the point where being alive isn't enough. We want to be alive; while on the world's largest roller-coaster, listening to music, eating pretzels and having hardcore sex. We want three scoops of ice cream and four-hundred million dollars! We want nice weather every day! We want to laugh and drink and fuck all morning day and night! After all, what's the use of having sense organs if they can't be in a perpetual state of total satisfaction? Boredom is annoying and stupid.
The Infinite Universe is a huge organic clockwork of light and form and colour. If we so much as turn our head slightly to the left, the Entire Substance of Infinity seems to shift slightly to the right, visually speaking. I suppose this is because light from the world is pouring into our eyes and minds all the time, and we see it all from the very specific perspective of our own head. Using this basic information, along with the other sensory apparatus and our conscious imagination, we co-create our personal self-image and explain to ourself how we relate to the Whole Thing. But the actual experience of a body within a universe is all I ever remember feeling. Through my senses, the world seems too huge for my small body and mind to ever understand. But this state of being is how I define myself, and it is the only thing I know. The Self and The Other combine to make up the Whole Thing.
In other words, everything is simultaneously 100% subjective and 100% objective.
*****
If the world is the result of One All-Encompassing Ultimate Source, then we would say this is the Macrocosm. The corresponding Microcosm would be the human ego: a focal point of spiritual energy that is the beginningless beginning of a life narrative.
The Microcosm is an exact replica of the Macrocosm
*****
All human thought seems to emerge from the universe itself, for the simple reason that human beings seem to emerge from the universe. So any serious inquiry into the nature of the universe has a certain amount of absurdity to it, like a dog chasing his own tail.
Chapter 35: Synchroincidence
By looking at someone's face (with your face) can you tell what they are thinking (using your thoughts)? Is it reasonable to assume that basic categories of human thought and emotion have corresponding facial expressions? Do thoughts cost money, or weigh anything? Sometimes. Which conveys more information: the human face or the words we use?
What is the difference between "looking" and "seeing" (besides their audio and grammatical differences)? Are you looking at what I'm seeing? Do you really see what you're looking at? Does seeing involve more thinking, or does looking?
You see what I mean? Look....
I see you looking at me!!
(About Cities):
In a modern HUMAN city, we have buildings and streets. Buildings are geometrical entities. They are often rectanglish. Other times not, but often. Streets are geometrical entities masquerading as two-dimensional symbols [they don't fool me]. We drive on streets, they take us places. Is the car moving along the street? Or does the street move unto each car?
INTERIOR: Inside the buildings we have rooms and hallways. Often we see electronic lights illuminating rooms [and hallways] at night. Doors are the gateways or valves between separate rooms or glands.
........
(IMPORTANT EQUATIONS TO PONDER):
a=a
((IMPORTANT QUESTIONS AND ANALOGIES TO TELL YOUR FAT KIDS)):
Hallway is to Room as Street is to Building
City is to Wilderness as Fish is to Water.
The humans will always be the only ones who call them humans. Until they're not!
Bubbles are wholly the shape same our as planet.
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many eights
......
The buildings in a city are either public or private. But you can see them, exterior. [Do not unauthorizedly enter my private building. I built it! Paid for it! Live in it! Privacy dammit!!!!]
Private buildings are usually homes and houses. Public buildings are categorized by the mode of human conduct expected in that building. In a store, you are expected to act like a customer. If you act like a knife wielding maniac, or a confused stupid person, you will not be acting in accord with the rules of that establishment, and you will be asked to leave. If you foolishly persist in your folly, you many wind up in the ample arms of law enforcement entities.
Have you ever met a remarkably stylish grandpa? Of course you have.
Apart from buildings and streets, what is human society?
A bunch of humans?
Doing what?
When did it happen?
Who was there?
What did they do, walk around?
They walk around all of their lives?
To what end? What is the meaning of life beyond life itself?
Besides death? Ask anyone! Has it been figured out yet? Does the drama stop here? Is the cosmic performance over? Curtain call? Is the cast party nearing its end? Have the archetypes all met underneath their superficial guises? Our personalities are ancient variations on the ideas of the real gods and goddesses of Nature, RNA/DNA.
You guise!!! Hey, you guise!!!!
Is an anthill distinct from the surrounding sand? Is a tree distinct from the forest? Some people think so. What do other animals think? Do trees think? I think they do.
(winning numbahs: 37, 23, 44, 56, 69, 70, 82, 91, 105, 113)
000
Opening your eyes is a physical trick that most of us can do while blinking & waking. Is this as awake as you can get? is it possible to become more awake without the aid of a chemical stimulant?
The thoughts you have in your mind are not at all like the hands you have on your arms, and vice-versa (you're almost twelve, you should know that by now).
In the early morning hours, any city can be seen as coherent with the whole spectrum of nature. It takes a little practice during the day.
The entire image of what you see with open eyes is, if you really notice, entirely determined by YOU. Your location in space controls the contents of your visual field (ie. you will probably see sand if you are in the desert, and you will most likely see walls in the room). Your perspective determines the size and shape of all you see, since distance seems to decrease size, visually speaking. And so forth. The actual substance and being of anything you lay eyes on is mysterious. We cannot [comment on it] at this date. The actual being and substance of the self you think you are is similarly mysterious and unknown [variable blank blank blank] and so we have a complete mystery gazing out into a complete mystery and that is all that I know and suspect that there is.
The feeling of certainty is only a feeling and, I feel that it's [real]ly real!!
What is the difference between "looking" and "seeing" (besides their audio and grammatical differences)? Are you looking at what I'm seeing? Do you really see what you're looking at? Does seeing involve more thinking, or does looking?
You see what I mean? Look....
I see you looking at me!!
(About Cities):
In a modern HUMAN city, we have buildings and streets. Buildings are geometrical entities. They are often rectanglish. Other times not, but often. Streets are geometrical entities masquerading as two-dimensional symbols [they don't fool me]. We drive on streets, they take us places. Is the car moving along the street? Or does the street move unto each car?
INTERIOR: Inside the buildings we have rooms and hallways. Often we see electronic lights illuminating rooms [and hallways] at night. Doors are the gateways or valves between separate rooms or glands.
........
(IMPORTANT EQUATIONS TO PONDER):
a=a
((IMPORTANT QUESTIONS AND ANALOGIES TO TELL YOUR FAT KIDS)):
Hallway is to Room as Street is to Building
City is to Wilderness as Fish is to Water.
The humans will always be the only ones who call them humans. Until they're not!
Bubbles are wholly the shape same our as planet.
eight
88888888888888888888888888888888888888
many eights
......
The buildings in a city are either public or private. But you can see them, exterior. [Do not unauthorizedly enter my private building. I built it! Paid for it! Live in it! Privacy dammit!!!!]
Private buildings are usually homes and houses. Public buildings are categorized by the mode of human conduct expected in that building. In a store, you are expected to act like a customer. If you act like a knife wielding maniac, or a confused stupid person, you will not be acting in accord with the rules of that establishment, and you will be asked to leave. If you foolishly persist in your folly, you many wind up in the ample arms of law enforcement entities.
Have you ever met a remarkably stylish grandpa? Of course you have.
Apart from buildings and streets, what is human society?
A bunch of humans?
Doing what?
When did it happen?
Who was there?
What did they do, walk around?
They walk around all of their lives?
To what end? What is the meaning of life beyond life itself?
Besides death? Ask anyone! Has it been figured out yet? Does the drama stop here? Is the cosmic performance over? Curtain call? Is the cast party nearing its end? Have the archetypes all met underneath their superficial guises? Our personalities are ancient variations on the ideas of the real gods and goddesses of Nature, RNA/DNA.
You guise!!! Hey, you guise!!!!
Is an anthill distinct from the surrounding sand? Is a tree distinct from the forest? Some people think so. What do other animals think? Do trees think? I think they do.
(winning numbahs: 37, 23, 44, 56, 69, 70, 82, 91, 105, 113)
000
Opening your eyes is a physical trick that most of us can do while blinking & waking. Is this as awake as you can get? is it possible to become more awake without the aid of a chemical stimulant?
The thoughts you have in your mind are not at all like the hands you have on your arms, and vice-versa (you're almost twelve, you should know that by now).
In the early morning hours, any city can be seen as coherent with the whole spectrum of nature. It takes a little practice during the day.
The entire image of what you see with open eyes is, if you really notice, entirely determined by YOU. Your location in space controls the contents of your visual field (ie. you will probably see sand if you are in the desert, and you will most likely see walls in the room). Your perspective determines the size and shape of all you see, since distance seems to decrease size, visually speaking. And so forth. The actual substance and being of anything you lay eyes on is mysterious. We cannot [comment on it] at this date. The actual being and substance of the self you think you are is similarly mysterious and unknown [variable blank blank blank] and so we have a complete mystery gazing out into a complete mystery and that is all that I know and suspect that there is.
The feeling of certainty is only a feeling and, I feel that it's [real]ly real!!
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