You appear more ensconced in your process than I am. I
neither gnow there is an end or that there is a God. As for
"me", it appears to exist as the last entity standing when
all the other attachments have lost the anglicized
reflection that lends illusion it's mirage-like form.
Friday, February 13, 2004
It's still a little clumsy, but reveals how inter-dimensional travel has it's foibles a little better. Still needs work. Please tell me if you think
it coherent and has some unity of direction. I want it to have flow and with no blame drawn for the telling itself. I'll probably approach it from a thousand different directions anyway. I'd like this to "make sense".
Candidly, I would like for it to have such irrefutable integrity that it slips right through to the other's consciousness of me without arousing suspicion in it's guardian persona. I would like for it to overcome the
implied complications it describes. I want it to reach across the best defenses any persona could construe... and be-co-me with my true friend in the shared specious present.
Some people write viruses for computers... others write viruses for personas. LOL
I find myself contemplating simultaneous dimensions in which the lingo that's useful in one dimension doesn't transliterate so well to the lingo of
another. Consciousness, because of the immediacy of it's presence, groks all dimensions without distinguishing one from the other, (like the mind-to-mind communication that happens out of body), and seemingly without realizing the differences between them until it finds itself in another
dimension, where the persona created for the present dimension, finds itself unable to transliterate the personality lingo created for the other dimension.
Consciousness/awareness responds to what appears before it despite all apparent differences, and always, always seeks unity unto itself. Like a mother hen attempting to gather all her chicks under her wings at the start of a storm. Like Einstein trying to bring all the Physics theories into one general theory of relativity.
The hen's actions have flow. Einstein's actions has flow. But the attempted interaction between isolated personality dimensions exists as a Tower of Babel.
Political boundaries in the sensory-perceived dimension appear to support this same Tower of Babel, which leads me to consider the old adage, "As above, so below."
it coherent and has some unity of direction. I want it to have flow and with no blame drawn for the telling itself. I'll probably approach it from a thousand different directions anyway. I'd like this to "make sense".
Candidly, I would like for it to have such irrefutable integrity that it slips right through to the other's consciousness of me without arousing suspicion in it's guardian persona. I would like for it to overcome the
implied complications it describes. I want it to reach across the best defenses any persona could construe... and be-co-me with my true friend in the shared specious present.
Some people write viruses for computers... others write viruses for personas. LOL
I find myself contemplating simultaneous dimensions in which the lingo that's useful in one dimension doesn't transliterate so well to the lingo of
another. Consciousness, because of the immediacy of it's presence, groks all dimensions without distinguishing one from the other, (like the mind-to-mind communication that happens out of body), and seemingly without realizing the differences between them until it finds itself in another
dimension, where the persona created for the present dimension, finds itself unable to transliterate the personality lingo created for the other dimension.
Consciousness/awareness responds to what appears before it despite all apparent differences, and always, always seeks unity unto itself. Like a mother hen attempting to gather all her chicks under her wings at the start of a storm. Like Einstein trying to bring all the Physics theories into one general theory of relativity.
The hen's actions have flow. Einstein's actions has flow. But the attempted interaction between isolated personality dimensions exists as a Tower of Babel.
Political boundaries in the sensory-perceived dimension appear to support this same Tower of Babel, which leads me to consider the old adage, "As above, so below."
Thursday, February 12, 2004
I have enjoyed writing on my discussion groups, but it's been hectic attempting to write anything for my blog. I did watch a PBS documentary about the Medici last night that intrigued me somewhat.
The part of the documentary that interested me existed as to how use patronage of the arts as a political strategy. I had never thought of it this way before. The guy who was responsible for the greatest rise in power of the medic family was Cosimo, who used his family's great wealth for the benefit of the citizens of Florence. People would line up outside his castle and seek his influence on their behalf. This set up a situation in which the great unwashed was favorably inclined to protect the Medici from rival families and political groups hellbent on grabbing his power for themselves. The entire documentary exposed how his strategy protected the family, even after he died. His son, Lorenz, apparently learned from his father, and his efforts to stay in power through the use of patronage succeeded for a long time, but eventually fell through when he became more interested in participating in the work of the artists instead of taking care of the family banking business. When some key investments fell through and his source of income dwindled, he could not continue to serve the people because his influence was seriously limited due to the lack of money to keep the masses happy. Eventually, his libertine lifestyle elicited a martyr who preached against him and turned the very people he had used to protect his family against him. It seems as if his "foreign film festival" cost him everything including his life.
I have been invited to a foreign film festival at a local community college by a friend of short acquaintance. The "whiz kid" who invited me promised a very interesting affair. I am ever so eager to show up and broaden my perspective in the company of a very sweet person who gives the appearance of being quite dandy. Why would I not?
The part of the documentary that interested me existed as to how use patronage of the arts as a political strategy. I had never thought of it this way before. The guy who was responsible for the greatest rise in power of the medic family was Cosimo, who used his family's great wealth for the benefit of the citizens of Florence. People would line up outside his castle and seek his influence on their behalf. This set up a situation in which the great unwashed was favorably inclined to protect the Medici from rival families and political groups hellbent on grabbing his power for themselves. The entire documentary exposed how his strategy protected the family, even after he died. His son, Lorenz, apparently learned from his father, and his efforts to stay in power through the use of patronage succeeded for a long time, but eventually fell through when he became more interested in participating in the work of the artists instead of taking care of the family banking business. When some key investments fell through and his source of income dwindled, he could not continue to serve the people because his influence was seriously limited due to the lack of money to keep the masses happy. Eventually, his libertine lifestyle elicited a martyr who preached against him and turned the very people he had used to protect his family against him. It seems as if his "foreign film festival" cost him everything including his life.
I have been invited to a foreign film festival at a local community college by a friend of short acquaintance. The "whiz kid" who invited me promised a very interesting affair. I am ever so eager to show up and broaden my perspective in the company of a very sweet person who gives the appearance of being quite dandy. Why would I not?