I take this from the mind and words of an individual who wrote between 1813 to 1859. It is funny that I just found him (recently through a friend) and read these words (from my book) yesterday as I too have been exploring what he mentions. Do you understand him?
NOTE: I am only up to page 50 as of the end of this day. The page where these lines fall occur on 35-36. When reading slow, I am pondering fast. Might I add, that after reading this section a question came to mind "Where are the bones?" I seek the bones of those that burned and other things. All my notes in regard to this matter are documented in scrawl. Mind you, when I hit others with the line of questions that I had in my head, they wanted to know too! Anywho...do you understand him? Well?
“As from the direct light of the sun to the borrowed reflected light of the moon, so do we pass from the immediate representation of perception, which stands by itself and is its own warrant, to reflection, to the abstract, discursive concepts of reason (Vernunft), which have their whole content only from that knowledge of perception, and in relation to it. As long as our attitude is one of pure perception, all is clear, firm, and certain. For there are neither questions nor doubts nor errors; we do not wish to go farther, we cannot go farther; we have rest in perceiving, and satisfaction in the present moment. Perception by itself is enough; therefore what has sprung purely from it and has remained true to it, like the genuine work of art, can never be false, nor can it be refuted through any passing of time, for it gives us not opinion but the thing itself. With abstract knowledge, with the faculty of reason, doubt and error have appeared in the theoretical, care and remorse in the practical. If in the representation of perception illusion does at moments distort reality, then in the representation of the abstract error can reign for thousands of years, impose its iron yoke on whole nations, stifle the noblest impulses of mankind; through its slaves and dupes and it can enchain even the man it cannot deceive. It is the enemy against which the wisest minds of all times have kept up an unequal struggle, and only what these have won from it has become the property of mankind. Therefore it is a good thing to draw attention to it at once, since we are now treading the ground where its province lies. Although it has often been said that we ought to pursue truth, even when no use for it can be seen, since its use may be indirect and appear when not expected, I find I must add here that we should be just as anxious to discover and eradicate every error, even when no harm from it can be seen, because this harm may be very indirect, and appear one day when not expected for every error carries a poison within itself. If it is the mind, if it is knowledge, that makes man lord of the earth, then no errors are harmless, still less venerable and holy. And for the consolation of those devote their strength and life in any way or concern to the noble and difficult struggle against error, I cannot refrain from adding here that, so long as truth does not exist, error can play in game, just as owls and bats do at night.” ~ Arthur Schopenhauer
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Site Stalking..Get A Life Asshole
Site Stalking..Get A Life Asshole
Again with values...
What one thinks they have gained through pressure is not a gain, but pity.
What one thinks is a benefit to self is nothing more than a reaction to high frequency spazz attacks. I view this as a detriment and selfish endeavor at the detriment to another.
What is viewed on superficial levels bears no merit as it is NOT real.
When seeking the unreal, you will only find the illusion.
To opt out of that which is disturbing grants me peace from within and from without.
When seeking nothing but the real, that is what I will find.
What pity, spazz zones, lack of merit, and illusion bring is "the nothing" along with a violation of free will of another.
What peace I find within self, will surround me in the peace of others.
I paint a picture the way I see it from my perspective. My perspective will grant me not pity, but understanding and peace. There is no superficial in my world as I do not allow it as depth is preferred. When opting out, I have given my inner peace an outer peace. I have found peace in myself and thus I NEED not and thus am not NEEDY. I do not settle for less that I want. I am me and will remain me in my nature without altering the nature of another.
NOTE: What you put out, you also get in return so beware of your actions. I put out love on deep levels, but depth is not understood in the land of the mundane. Line land, lie land, buried deep in shit, but at least the shit is deep if and that type of depth is sought. LOL My heart goes out to those with no light. ~ Maggie ~ December23, 2008 @ 12:29 a.m. EST
P.S.: A special note goes out to a dumb fuck who stalks my site(s)...get a REAL LIFE asshole. I mean what I say. So do, ever so gently, FUCK OFF!
Again with values...
What one thinks they have gained through pressure is not a gain, but pity.
What one thinks is a benefit to self is nothing more than a reaction to high frequency spazz attacks. I view this as a detriment and selfish endeavor at the detriment to another.
What is viewed on superficial levels bears no merit as it is NOT real.
When seeking the unreal, you will only find the illusion.
To opt out of that which is disturbing grants me peace from within and from without.
When seeking nothing but the real, that is what I will find.
What pity, spazz zones, lack of merit, and illusion bring is "the nothing" along with a violation of free will of another.
What peace I find within self, will surround me in the peace of others.
I paint a picture the way I see it from my perspective. My perspective will grant me not pity, but understanding and peace. There is no superficial in my world as I do not allow it as depth is preferred. When opting out, I have given my inner peace an outer peace. I have found peace in myself and thus I NEED not and thus am not NEEDY. I do not settle for less that I want. I am me and will remain me in my nature without altering the nature of another.
NOTE: What you put out, you also get in return so beware of your actions. I put out love on deep levels, but depth is not understood in the land of the mundane. Line land, lie land, buried deep in shit, but at least the shit is deep if and that type of depth is sought. LOL My heart goes out to those with no light. ~ Maggie ~ December23, 2008 @ 12:29 a.m. EST
P.S.: A special note goes out to a dumb fuck who stalks my site(s)...get a REAL LIFE asshole. I mean what I say. So do, ever so gently, FUCK OFF!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sharing a human experience as told to me by an Anarchist as we crossed wires...
NOTE: I leave Marcel's words as he sent them.
Sunday, December 21, 2008 at 9:17pm
Hey !
We dont know each other - on the one hand.
On the other hand, there is a mutual connection.
But see, life is a certain change. You told me that you feel in another way now, then in 1999. Whats that ? Thats usaul. Life changes you and you change your life - There is no point that stands still forever.
Look my sweet, i am going to Rumania again - Im not German at all. Im anarchist - that means no roots, no family, no mothercountry - it s an experience in my life.
Im not anarchist, because im a hippie. Im anarchist because thats life. life is anarchy. There is no government in real life - I often to places where there were no human beings beside me - fe in sweden. Once a bee or a hornet struk me. What did i do ? I took a knive and cut the fucking poison out of my arm - there was no politician, no cop that ever halped me. there was just nature. nothing else. In that situation, you are really self responsible ! There is no one on who you could take the blame for your deeds.
I dont know the right words to tell you, but i tell you - when i am alone, no human arround me - im not lonely.
Theres a feeling that connects me with the trees, with the animals even connects me to my death. What ever - there is something that so many people on the planet lost-.
I dont how to call it....but i know what love is. It is nothing that has to do with marriage or something. I see an old man working with me in the fucking hard shit harbour of northern german - he doesnt know how to speak german but i know he loves me when he gives me his mask so that i dont suffer of a bleeding nose because of working there.
All that love which is destroyed through work, state and "order".
I stop here, because perhaps you think its just silly to talk to you on that way, to you who i only know through my fucking "tastatur".
In my eyes you are the little girl of your childhood, that playes through life.
Never stop.
Marcel.
P.S.: i fyou want to hear me, if its ok to to you, we can exchange numbers and I will look for a way to telephone to you. Perhaps it is better just to hear voice, than to read the words that come out of a computer. Its just an offer so feel free to say yes or no.
NOTE: I have not responded to this yet.
HE has not responded to this yet as we are crossing wires:
Hi there!
By the way, my name is Maggie and it is my pleasure to feel you. What is your name?
Anarchy as viewed by some equates to chaos. I do not see it that way as I see it as a cooperative effort of all people with all people ruling themselves. When two tit for tat scenario is thrown in, it allows room for error and only violates one at a time. The violator will eventually alienate themselves from the unit. That is freedom in my perspective in our organic sense. I also think that I think a great deal and I do ask a great deal of questions, however, I rather think than not. I don’t want to be a zombie or bot.
You choose good words for what is viewed as chaos and what is viewed as necessity. I had thought and still think that the way things are going in this system, the world will wind up reverting to primitivism which would not bother me. If things continue in the same capitalistic vein of human and environmental destruction, the future is not pretty. Chaos will come and will spread like a disease until a leveling occurs. It will be survival of the fittest from an animal perspective. What do you see? I feel that you do see something, but I could be wrong. However, in my heart of hearts, I think you see something too.
From what I can gather, we used to be primitive...all of us...then something happened to take the humane out of our human. I don’t know what is was. Each level I go back, I see one or a few over the many. This saddens me. Today I had a thought about LATIN. As Latin begat the romance languages, what begat Latin? If Francs and Saxons are Germanic, who are the French? What is a Norman? What is an Arab? What is an Angle? What is a Pict? What is a Hebrew? What is an African? What is a Celt? What is an Egyptian? What is a Mayan? What is an Asian? What is an Indian? Who are the we that was at one point in time ONE? I envision one land mass with a breed that became us and as the lands shifted, so did the people.
When you think about the cave paintings, what do you see? If you had to look out your window and see life as you want it, what would you see?
I am alive as are you! Do you fight for that which is material? You may note that when it is seen by example that happiness is not found in the false, jealousy may arise, but those that see your light, may not want you to stray as they may want a part of it. However, the thing they will have the hardest time to deal with is the leaving of the material behind. Why they hold it is beyond me. I see and I cry. The wind, rain, rocks, trees, birds et al heal me. Even bugs help to connect me back to the real. Tests come with lures to beckon me into the cycle of greed, but I am not interested. The mundane holds nothing for me. What does peace cost? What is the price of happiness? I have started from within and I touch people and they touch me. Not all are dead and I can tell by their language. Communication is not the same although it is verbal.
I work at a store which allows me time for conversation, nature, and reading. At times I draw or just ponder. When an individual happens upon me, it is not odd for me to speak of zeros, circles, and eights. It is not odd to say that I was time traveling today and for someone to ask where I went and for them to tell me of their experience. The human connection is out there just waiting to be touched. People so want to be touched. Oh man, it took awhile, but it works.
Dear heart, I don’t know of loneliness nor of boredom. Therefore when bots/drones (or as you term them: zombies) speak of loneliness and boredom, I ask them to explain it. Maybe it is a hole in themselves. I don’t know.
Love...is not the way it is depicted to the masses. I view it as Uwe inspired it. I told it to Uwe whom I do love even in distance of years (time) and miles (space). He does not even know how he touches me. That is love. I will take from what I wrote in regard to love and let you see what he inspired:
True Hearts Lie In Tears...
Ah, the joy of friendship and the warmth that it brings. A true and fine heart of love in pure form. It is simply essence. Simply beautiful. The words strike a melody orchestrated in fine tune with human vibrations. Did you feel my heart? I have been a bad friend forgive me! The words written of in regard to not seeing or speaking with a friend does not diminish the friendship are mine and was sent back to me in excellent form. Friendship does warm the heart over all things as it is TRUE and unpretentious. What do we seek from one another? The sharing of color...the time when we blend yellow and red to form orange or red and blue to form purple? We then paint our world. What is our world from a philosophic standpoint? We, as creators, should know. Define and redefine over time...escape back into self...REALIZATION!
To cry out of emotion because of words spoken or written in honest and true form are best. Does that make romantic hearts? To some perhaps. Then again, what is romantic? It is defined different than it should be. Too honed to sex rather than merit with lines...fine lines joined specifically for poets, writers, and artists who understand the just difference. The just cause and causation and manifestation of real love.
How pure is pure? When seeking nothing but color from white which is light there is a spectrum. Within that spectrum lies purity and real love of the romantic because it is not superficial. Like a wound from a saber, it is deep and depth is always sought as it is greater than the shallow. Can the heart be found with a piece of cotton or a string when it cannot penetrate as the saber? Aye! However, one would have to learn the trade of understanding to find the value...the depth. Tis all a matter of perception. I have objectively looked over the words in type and hand form and found value to which I am subjective.
If the heart is an instrument of stringed precision, the chords have been struck in a mighty way awakening the sleep to see the greater light. It is good to be reminded of the real now and again by those that truly love us in kind for no reason other than they can. Within our bond lies humanity. To this I cry. ~ Maggie ~ September 24, 2008 @ 7:22 p.m. EST
I dedicate this to my sweet comrade.
No one can rule our thoughts. They can cause us to suffer, they can cause us physical and psychological pain, however, the worst thing they can do is set us free by what they deem as KILLING us. How bad is that? I don’t fear death. How scary is that to someone who does?
Your speaking of sleep and sober reminds me of Rene. You write from your heart. All the books in the world does not make your heart...you do that all by yourself. You are all the people I know and love. You are me and I am you. You are grand as you no matter what you do. I find no flaw in you. My love is unconditional.
Until we chat again...PEACE TO YOU...
~ Maggie
Sunday, December 21, 2008 at 9:17pm
Hey !
We dont know each other - on the one hand.
On the other hand, there is a mutual connection.
But see, life is a certain change. You told me that you feel in another way now, then in 1999. Whats that ? Thats usaul. Life changes you and you change your life - There is no point that stands still forever.
Look my sweet, i am going to Rumania again - Im not German at all. Im anarchist - that means no roots, no family, no mothercountry - it s an experience in my life.
Im not anarchist, because im a hippie. Im anarchist because thats life. life is anarchy. There is no government in real life - I often to places where there were no human beings beside me - fe in sweden. Once a bee or a hornet struk me. What did i do ? I took a knive and cut the fucking poison out of my arm - there was no politician, no cop that ever halped me. there was just nature. nothing else. In that situation, you are really self responsible ! There is no one on who you could take the blame for your deeds.
I dont know the right words to tell you, but i tell you - when i am alone, no human arround me - im not lonely.
Theres a feeling that connects me with the trees, with the animals even connects me to my death. What ever - there is something that so many people on the planet lost-.
I dont how to call it....but i know what love is. It is nothing that has to do with marriage or something. I see an old man working with me in the fucking hard shit harbour of northern german - he doesnt know how to speak german but i know he loves me when he gives me his mask so that i dont suffer of a bleeding nose because of working there.
All that love which is destroyed through work, state and "order".
I stop here, because perhaps you think its just silly to talk to you on that way, to you who i only know through my fucking "tastatur".
In my eyes you are the little girl of your childhood, that playes through life.
Never stop.
Marcel.
P.S.: i fyou want to hear me, if its ok to to you, we can exchange numbers and I will look for a way to telephone to you. Perhaps it is better just to hear voice, than to read the words that come out of a computer. Its just an offer so feel free to say yes or no.
NOTE: I have not responded to this yet.
HE has not responded to this yet as we are crossing wires:
Hi there!
By the way, my name is Maggie and it is my pleasure to feel you. What is your name?
Anarchy as viewed by some equates to chaos. I do not see it that way as I see it as a cooperative effort of all people with all people ruling themselves. When two tit for tat scenario is thrown in, it allows room for error and only violates one at a time. The violator will eventually alienate themselves from the unit. That is freedom in my perspective in our organic sense. I also think that I think a great deal and I do ask a great deal of questions, however, I rather think than not. I don’t want to be a zombie or bot.
You choose good words for what is viewed as chaos and what is viewed as necessity. I had thought and still think that the way things are going in this system, the world will wind up reverting to primitivism which would not bother me. If things continue in the same capitalistic vein of human and environmental destruction, the future is not pretty. Chaos will come and will spread like a disease until a leveling occurs. It will be survival of the fittest from an animal perspective. What do you see? I feel that you do see something, but I could be wrong. However, in my heart of hearts, I think you see something too.
From what I can gather, we used to be primitive...all of us...then something happened to take the humane out of our human. I don’t know what is was. Each level I go back, I see one or a few over the many. This saddens me. Today I had a thought about LATIN. As Latin begat the romance languages, what begat Latin? If Francs and Saxons are Germanic, who are the French? What is a Norman? What is an Arab? What is an Angle? What is a Pict? What is a Hebrew? What is an African? What is a Celt? What is an Egyptian? What is a Mayan? What is an Asian? What is an Indian? Who are the we that was at one point in time ONE? I envision one land mass with a breed that became us and as the lands shifted, so did the people.
When you think about the cave paintings, what do you see? If you had to look out your window and see life as you want it, what would you see?
I am alive as are you! Do you fight for that which is material? You may note that when it is seen by example that happiness is not found in the false, jealousy may arise, but those that see your light, may not want you to stray as they may want a part of it. However, the thing they will have the hardest time to deal with is the leaving of the material behind. Why they hold it is beyond me. I see and I cry. The wind, rain, rocks, trees, birds et al heal me. Even bugs help to connect me back to the real. Tests come with lures to beckon me into the cycle of greed, but I am not interested. The mundane holds nothing for me. What does peace cost? What is the price of happiness? I have started from within and I touch people and they touch me. Not all are dead and I can tell by their language. Communication is not the same although it is verbal.
I work at a store which allows me time for conversation, nature, and reading. At times I draw or just ponder. When an individual happens upon me, it is not odd for me to speak of zeros, circles, and eights. It is not odd to say that I was time traveling today and for someone to ask where I went and for them to tell me of their experience. The human connection is out there just waiting to be touched. People so want to be touched. Oh man, it took awhile, but it works.
Dear heart, I don’t know of loneliness nor of boredom. Therefore when bots/drones (or as you term them: zombies) speak of loneliness and boredom, I ask them to explain it. Maybe it is a hole in themselves. I don’t know.
Love...is not the way it is depicted to the masses. I view it as Uwe inspired it. I told it to Uwe whom I do love even in distance of years (time) and miles (space). He does not even know how he touches me. That is love. I will take from what I wrote in regard to love and let you see what he inspired:
True Hearts Lie In Tears...
Ah, the joy of friendship and the warmth that it brings. A true and fine heart of love in pure form. It is simply essence. Simply beautiful. The words strike a melody orchestrated in fine tune with human vibrations. Did you feel my heart? I have been a bad friend forgive me! The words written of in regard to not seeing or speaking with a friend does not diminish the friendship are mine and was sent back to me in excellent form. Friendship does warm the heart over all things as it is TRUE and unpretentious. What do we seek from one another? The sharing of color...the time when we blend yellow and red to form orange or red and blue to form purple? We then paint our world. What is our world from a philosophic standpoint? We, as creators, should know. Define and redefine over time...escape back into self...REALIZATION!
To cry out of emotion because of words spoken or written in honest and true form are best. Does that make romantic hearts? To some perhaps. Then again, what is romantic? It is defined different than it should be. Too honed to sex rather than merit with lines...fine lines joined specifically for poets, writers, and artists who understand the just difference. The just cause and causation and manifestation of real love.
How pure is pure? When seeking nothing but color from white which is light there is a spectrum. Within that spectrum lies purity and real love of the romantic because it is not superficial. Like a wound from a saber, it is deep and depth is always sought as it is greater than the shallow. Can the heart be found with a piece of cotton or a string when it cannot penetrate as the saber? Aye! However, one would have to learn the trade of understanding to find the value...the depth. Tis all a matter of perception. I have objectively looked over the words in type and hand form and found value to which I am subjective.
If the heart is an instrument of stringed precision, the chords have been struck in a mighty way awakening the sleep to see the greater light. It is good to be reminded of the real now and again by those that truly love us in kind for no reason other than they can. Within our bond lies humanity. To this I cry. ~ Maggie ~ September 24, 2008 @ 7:22 p.m. EST
I dedicate this to my sweet comrade.
No one can rule our thoughts. They can cause us to suffer, they can cause us physical and psychological pain, however, the worst thing they can do is set us free by what they deem as KILLING us. How bad is that? I don’t fear death. How scary is that to someone who does?
Your speaking of sleep and sober reminds me of Rene. You write from your heart. All the books in the world does not make your heart...you do that all by yourself. You are all the people I know and love. You are me and I am you. You are grand as you no matter what you do. I find no flaw in you. My love is unconditional.
Until we chat again...PEACE TO YOU...
~ Maggie
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Discussions with a even newer German friend:
To say that these discussions hurt, would be an understatement as I feel this person and their struggle.
Note to self: 3rd Prime
GERMANY: Please, I like your video ! But could you please make a vid overwritten with :
I mean - everything you're longing for, will be true when one's dead, wouldn't it ?
I want freedom. If i am dead, I will be free from money, materialism, all these useless things. Why should one care ? Is it fear to lose a thing.....fuck...What do you think ?
ME: Death is an illusion. You are part of all that is. The fight is within SELF for the discovery of freedom. It does not lie in the material nor does happiness. It does not lie in another unless you first find it in SELF and then you will see real value in the non-material world. You will see the interconnectedness. When you win the fight and find SELF you will be free. You will cry for those who are dead from the neck up and who seek the shallow, but you will love them.
GERMANY: Well, I would say, you can compare life and death to the two halfs of something, which wouldn't exist, without one of the halfs. So I don't think I am "alive"...it is just one part of the whole. And death is the other one. I consider death not as an illusion. There a lot of people who are dead with their bodies still working, with their bodies still speaking and eating and breathing - but they were already dead. I felt a certain connection between me and others, not only human...
but not to dead people. I mean the people who stopped thinking, fighting, enjoing...
So I want to know, what happens I am dead in their way...I never want to be I would rather die then to live like an undead. Once I will think about the greatest things in death...one thing will be TV, or cars, or money, or religion, or government, or school,...
ME: I understand what you mean. Again, I can only say what I see through my eyes. Those things of which you speak of in the material are not real. If it does not come/go with you on your journeys, it is not real. The only life/power that the non-material has is the value we as responsible beings give it. Example: If you bought tissue and a pipe cleaner and created a rose for your love, then the value of the end product does not lie in the product. It lies in the memory of the giving.
Values in education. A Ph.D. does not make a being smart or creative. A Ph.D. CAN make the mind HONED and specific, but it depends on the mind. It is based on values. What is the value of a 6 year-old's imagination when not being dulled? To me it is PRICELESS! Which would you choose if given a choice? I would take 6 and fly to Neverland and play with the pirates!
You did compare the halves and provided an accurate depiction if telling the story to a blind person. If one had to describe a zombie, your telling would create the image. There is no difference between life and death per se. (NOTE: I CAN TELL NIX THE ZOMBIES SHE FEARS ARE REAL! BOY WILL I LAUGH WITH THAT ONE. Okay, I do laugh when I scare the beejesus out of her. She gets over it. I have to break off again...she is so scared of real zombies, she has a book on how not to get eaten or something like that. LMAO) From my own perspective, you can't cease to be. I don't ask you to see through my eyes, but I can tell you what I see. The meaning of life (or value) lies within. I personally feel sorry for those who seem dead/lost. However, I cannot force my view upon them. (It is rather like a trial by fire in that you learn by burning.)
THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS even when you're down. It only takes a few jiggles to light up. We are our own best medicine we burn and learn and laugh! Just remember, it all comes with you. I do wish I could show you what gifts I was given in number formula, but it may mean nothing to you. Why I got numbers is beyond me as I suck at math. What would you do with the thought 22.5 degrees?
A story: I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing, but I was struck with this strange number from hell. Imagine being like WTF does this mean? Somewhere along my time line, I became calculating, but not in mathematical form. I connected dots if that makes any sense. Perhaps if you envision what I am real good at: DATABASE STRUCTURE (What does a database look like? Does anyone have a family tree? The macrocosm goes into microcosm. Do you see it now?) and SCHEMATICS hence, I am visual.
Imagine asking people what 22.5 means and them looking at you as if you were from Mars, but you keep on doing it? Now imagine slowly people start sharing ideas and telling you what they see in the 22.5 degrees. There is a whole section I am going to skip, but know that it was bumpy and it became smooth. Imagine if your kid started calling you John Lennon when she knew at another time you NEVER smiled. Actually, switches started to flip earlier than last year. My lights started to come on in 2005 when I was “back to being myself” and to those of you who have been with me that long, you will remember those words if they meant anything to you. I can only connect one person who may remember. Those of you who know me from my past and who see me in my present form, you will remember I was way different in form. Even if pictures were produced, you may not believe that post 1999 and pre-2005 are the same woman as before and after. I was actually carded at my own house after I told a woman who remembered the old me that I was me. Adios mios! (Goodbye me (in the masculine)). The physical does not match. The illness of diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol and the like are gone and so is half body weight. Yes I shed a person in about one year, but that person was myself. No fancy diets. I don’t watch Opra. I hope I got the spelling right. No fancy anything. It was a matter of will. I saw the picture “YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT.” Thus I had to will it so. However, I could as I was only dealing with me. Let me not stray from my degrees with stories of shape-shifting. lol
I had started writing about life in 2005. That is when I really started living. By other people’s standards it was sorry shit of an existence, but I was okay. I had nothing and I was okay. I let my mind create stories and dialogue with self and others. I started to tell of my life in literal or figurative forms of expression. I was returning to the arts that I loved as a child. The arts of beauty and imagination being made real by a grandfather who loved me. There I went way back prior to my rip or damage. In order to heal, I had to recognize my damage by understanding it. Damage is an improper word for events that helped to form what is. It is my grateful point that went on for many years. By most standards it would be viewed as self destruction...which is what it was. However, for all bad there is good and for all good there is bad. The degree depends on the individual who is experiencing the event.
Back to 22.5 degrees...by presenting my degrees, I was now getting images through other people’s eyes along with stories and information. Now this too is beneficial and you make friends and get warm feelings. An engineer sees a rocket or missile. A map meister sees above the tropic of Capricorn. A physicist sees an angle with interlocking parts. A goth sees the pentagram angle which lies about my neck. I see myself as nuts. The fusion of information had me tossing books and doing research over a lousy but fabulous number. Oh, I have a formula that works out pied in odd form, but it does. The silly little formula brings me joy as I see 9s and circles and interconnectedness. I see all the things that I have ever dreamed and read about come to life. I see beautiful works of art in my head and pictures that move so fast I could never capture them all on paper. Nevertheless, they bring me joy. These things I have for free show me the world in a different color...rainbow of purity. This is not to say that I would roll over and let someone take my experience away from me, but no act of violence outright against another if not out of defense. Warn in advance if possible. No act of malevolence for the sheer sake of doing so (been there done that). No act that could turn on myself as what I put out is what I will get. It is not a fear that keeps me in check, it is my own wish to be happy. All I can do is share the lift/gift of joy, a ray of a moment that lights up, I can share with you the air, and a friendly smile. I can share time, but not to the point of breaking as a stretch can only go so far. I will give my limit, and snap back into shape. Imagine playing the old Atari game. Imagine the paddle hitting the supposed ball and the other supposed paddle does not hit it back....wee ha off into outer space. No violation. It is playing happily in the bounds of love and not the bogus pretentious shit you read about in magazines or what control/need factors that are not real. Only the love is real. This love has weight to it or value if we deal in a value system.. It is putting yourself in the shoes of another before you do something. It is being responsible without the same stress as others. What grief you feel at this point is your own. I am happy for me, but I feel sorry for those who are material bound. I feel for those who worry about non-sense as if dinner time is a big issue or as if someone else’s taking a cruise is something to be jealous about. What I want can’t be bought. Corruption is difficult, but not impossible on these levels as what can be traded in virtual value for your mind’s creations? HELLO? Certainly not the dollar!. I don’t want a large house as I don’t need it. It is a burden. As noted somewhere in my writing of the past few days, sometimes more is less and less is more even paraphrased. As if funeral arrangements are important while you are alive. I don’t think of what I can’t take with me. I think of what I can and it is beautiful.
To another comrade in Germany, thanks for the inspiration to write this. Your gift to me is priceless and I thank you. ~ December 18, 2008 @ 7:01 p.m. EST (It was really penned earlier, but I was too busy to note the time.)
Note to self: 3rd Prime
GERMANY: Please, I like your video ! But could you please make a vid overwritten with :
The Greatest Things In Life Are Free Pt 1 of 2
"The greatest things in death are"I mean - everything you're longing for, will be true when one's dead, wouldn't it ?
I want freedom. If i am dead, I will be free from money, materialism, all these useless things. Why should one care ? Is it fear to lose a thing.....fuck...What do you think ?
ME: Death is an illusion. You are part of all that is. The fight is within SELF for the discovery of freedom. It does not lie in the material nor does happiness. It does not lie in another unless you first find it in SELF and then you will see real value in the non-material world. You will see the interconnectedness. When you win the fight and find SELF you will be free. You will cry for those who are dead from the neck up and who seek the shallow, but you will love them.
GERMANY: Well, I would say, you can compare life and death to the two halfs of something, which wouldn't exist, without one of the halfs. So I don't think I am "alive"...it is just one part of the whole. And death is the other one. I consider death not as an illusion. There a lot of people who are dead with their bodies still working, with their bodies still speaking and eating and breathing - but they were already dead. I felt a certain connection between me and others, not only human...
but not to dead people. I mean the people who stopped thinking, fighting, enjoing...
So I want to know, what happens I am dead in their way...I never want to be I would rather die then to live like an undead. Once I will think about the greatest things in death...one thing will be TV, or cars, or money, or religion, or government, or school,...
ME: I understand what you mean. Again, I can only say what I see through my eyes. Those things of which you speak of in the material are not real. If it does not come/go with you on your journeys, it is not real. The only life/power that the non-material has is the value we as responsible beings give it. Example: If you bought tissue and a pipe cleaner and created a rose for your love, then the value of the end product does not lie in the product. It lies in the memory of the giving.
Values in education. A Ph.D. does not make a being smart or creative. A Ph.D. CAN make the mind HONED and specific, but it depends on the mind. It is based on values. What is the value of a 6 year-old's imagination when not being dulled? To me it is PRICELESS! Which would you choose if given a choice? I would take 6 and fly to Neverland and play with the pirates!
You did compare the halves and provided an accurate depiction if telling the story to a blind person. If one had to describe a zombie, your telling would create the image. There is no difference between life and death per se. (NOTE: I CAN TELL NIX THE ZOMBIES SHE FEARS ARE REAL! BOY WILL I LAUGH WITH THAT ONE. Okay, I do laugh when I scare the beejesus out of her. She gets over it. I have to break off again...she is so scared of real zombies, she has a book on how not to get eaten or something like that. LMAO) From my own perspective, you can't cease to be. I don't ask you to see through my eyes, but I can tell you what I see. The meaning of life (or value) lies within. I personally feel sorry for those who seem dead/lost. However, I cannot force my view upon them. (It is rather like a trial by fire in that you learn by burning.)
THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS even when you're down. It only takes a few jiggles to light up. We are our own best medicine we burn and learn and laugh! Just remember, it all comes with you. I do wish I could show you what gifts I was given in number formula, but it may mean nothing to you. Why I got numbers is beyond me as I suck at math. What would you do with the thought 22.5 degrees?
A story: I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing, but I was struck with this strange number from hell. Imagine being like WTF does this mean? Somewhere along my time line, I became calculating, but not in mathematical form. I connected dots if that makes any sense. Perhaps if you envision what I am real good at: DATABASE STRUCTURE (What does a database look like? Does anyone have a family tree? The macrocosm goes into microcosm. Do you see it now?) and SCHEMATICS hence, I am visual.
Imagine asking people what 22.5 means and them looking at you as if you were from Mars, but you keep on doing it? Now imagine slowly people start sharing ideas and telling you what they see in the 22.5 degrees. There is a whole section I am going to skip, but know that it was bumpy and it became smooth. Imagine if your kid started calling you John Lennon when she knew at another time you NEVER smiled. Actually, switches started to flip earlier than last year. My lights started to come on in 2005 when I was “back to being myself” and to those of you who have been with me that long, you will remember those words if they meant anything to you. I can only connect one person who may remember. Those of you who know me from my past and who see me in my present form, you will remember I was way different in form. Even if pictures were produced, you may not believe that post 1999 and pre-2005 are the same woman as before and after. I was actually carded at my own house after I told a woman who remembered the old me that I was me. Adios mios! (Goodbye me (in the masculine)). The physical does not match. The illness of diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol and the like are gone and so is half body weight. Yes I shed a person in about one year, but that person was myself. No fancy diets. I don’t watch Opra. I hope I got the spelling right. No fancy anything. It was a matter of will. I saw the picture “YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT.” Thus I had to will it so. However, I could as I was only dealing with me. Let me not stray from my degrees with stories of shape-shifting. lol
I had started writing about life in 2005. That is when I really started living. By other people’s standards it was sorry shit of an existence, but I was okay. I had nothing and I was okay. I let my mind create stories and dialogue with self and others. I started to tell of my life in literal or figurative forms of expression. I was returning to the arts that I loved as a child. The arts of beauty and imagination being made real by a grandfather who loved me. There I went way back prior to my rip or damage. In order to heal, I had to recognize my damage by understanding it. Damage is an improper word for events that helped to form what is. It is my grateful point that went on for many years. By most standards it would be viewed as self destruction...which is what it was. However, for all bad there is good and for all good there is bad. The degree depends on the individual who is experiencing the event.
Back to 22.5 degrees...by presenting my degrees, I was now getting images through other people’s eyes along with stories and information. Now this too is beneficial and you make friends and get warm feelings. An engineer sees a rocket or missile. A map meister sees above the tropic of Capricorn. A physicist sees an angle with interlocking parts. A goth sees the pentagram angle which lies about my neck. I see myself as nuts. The fusion of information had me tossing books and doing research over a lousy but fabulous number. Oh, I have a formula that works out pied in odd form, but it does. The silly little formula brings me joy as I see 9s and circles and interconnectedness. I see all the things that I have ever dreamed and read about come to life. I see beautiful works of art in my head and pictures that move so fast I could never capture them all on paper. Nevertheless, they bring me joy. These things I have for free show me the world in a different color...rainbow of purity. This is not to say that I would roll over and let someone take my experience away from me, but no act of violence outright against another if not out of defense. Warn in advance if possible. No act of malevolence for the sheer sake of doing so (been there done that). No act that could turn on myself as what I put out is what I will get. It is not a fear that keeps me in check, it is my own wish to be happy. All I can do is share the lift/gift of joy, a ray of a moment that lights up, I can share with you the air, and a friendly smile. I can share time, but not to the point of breaking as a stretch can only go so far. I will give my limit, and snap back into shape. Imagine playing the old Atari game. Imagine the paddle hitting the supposed ball and the other supposed paddle does not hit it back....wee ha off into outer space. No violation. It is playing happily in the bounds of love and not the bogus pretentious shit you read about in magazines or what control/need factors that are not real. Only the love is real. This love has weight to it or value if we deal in a value system.. It is putting yourself in the shoes of another before you do something. It is being responsible without the same stress as others. What grief you feel at this point is your own. I am happy for me, but I feel sorry for those who are material bound. I feel for those who worry about non-sense as if dinner time is a big issue or as if someone else’s taking a cruise is something to be jealous about. What I want can’t be bought. Corruption is difficult, but not impossible on these levels as what can be traded in virtual value for your mind’s creations? HELLO? Certainly not the dollar!. I don’t want a large house as I don’t need it. It is a burden. As noted somewhere in my writing of the past few days, sometimes more is less and less is more even paraphrased. As if funeral arrangements are important while you are alive. I don’t think of what I can’t take with me. I think of what I can and it is beautiful.
To another comrade in Germany, thanks for the inspiration to write this. Your gift to me is priceless and I thank you. ~ December 18, 2008 @ 7:01 p.m. EST (It was really penned earlier, but I was too busy to note the time.)
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Dec 13 2008
Addressing feelings using understanding of human behavior
How do you feel about having sex with him? I don’t feel comfortable about it. Unlike the other potato (the insecure one), I was NOT advised of his status prior to the initial event. Then again, maybe she wasn’t advised either. Had I had the knowledge, I would have incorporated the other danger signs into it and would have given a NEGATIVE response. First and foremost, I never attempt to mate with one who is involved.
How can you change the way you feel? I will ask if he can have me visit him STRICTLY as a FRIEND. If he cannot, I won’t visit him, but I will be his friend.
Why can’t you visit him if he does not agree? To engage under the circumstances he wishes to engage under, I would hurt SELF and ANOTHER. I do not want to hurt self or another.
Why would it hurt you? I would hurt self as the engagement is NOT real and I KNOW this. He has shown me in many ways. From MY perspective, he sees me only as a sexual object and nothing more.
Why would it hurt another? The other is insecure and requires his attention. She is hurting just in knowing I exist. I don’t like this feature. What she does not realize is that she too bears no meaning save for sex. In this I feel sorry for her and my heart goes out to her.
Do you feel sorry for him? A part of me does NOT feel sorry for him and a part of me DOES feel sorry for him.
Why do you NOT feel sorry for him? I do not feel sorry for him because he makes his own circumstances thus he get what he gives. I see that he does not really give of his heart, but he does give of his penis. Within his penis lies his value and his empty circumstance(s).
Why DO you feel sorry for him? He does not know what love is. He is more than his penis only he does not see it. Part of why I feel sorry for him is why I don’t feel sorry for him. The issues are tied together.
Do you feel that your behavior is reinforced? No I do not.
Do you see extinction of behavior? Yes I do.
Do you feel love toward him? Yes I do.
Is the love you feel toward him the same as before? Yes, but it is modified.
How is your love toward him modified? The level of love is the same, however, I do not want the intimacy based on the fact that it is not reinforced. (*See later note for elaboration.)
How do you feel about the insecure potato and the other potatoes? I feel really bad for the insecure potato. I place myself in her shoes and know how she feels in seeking love and attention only to find it not, or to find it, but on shallow levels. Memories of what that feels like doesn’t go away so I can relate to her even though I don’t know her. As for the other potatoes, it is my GUESS that they either don’t care one way or the other as it is stickily sex to them OR they too lie in shoes similar to the insecure potato, but are silent. I know not.
What is your hope at this point? At this point I hope that he and I can start over as friends with REAL love. I have love for him so that is half and half, if looked at from a different perspective, is always whole.
What if HE decided that he wanted you in his life? At this point, we NEED to be friends first as the rest would come together if it is meant to be so.
How do you expect him to treat you? I expect him to treat me with respect.
What do you mean by “treat [you] with respect?” I do not want any sexual advances verbal or otherwise from him. He may speak of others if that is his desire as I believe in free speech. I don’t want to be treated like MEAT. I refuse to be treated like MEAT. If respect cannot be had, communication shall cease, but the love won’t. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 12:00 p.m. on December 13, 2008.
THE OBJECT OF USING FREE WILL:
I HAVE ONE QUESTION THAT WILL BE *LOADED AS ALL THE DOMINOS IN THIS COMPLEX WILL DEPEND ON YOUR ANSWER. (One action (a spoken or written word) sets off a chain of events. ~ 2:45 p.m.)
*LOADED = Much information will be gathered based on a YES or NO answer. I will be open enough to show you what data (see data section) will be gathered as I can only be honest with you.
Question: WILL YOU ACCEPT MY COMPANY (in the time we had originally given ourselves) OVER THE HOLIDAYS WITHOUT US ENGAGING IN SEX? There are only two possible answers: Yes or No. The answer does not require an explanation, nor does it really require an answer. You see, in my world, no answer by the 17th, is an answer by default. The answer would then be negative.
DATA:
SOME OF THE INFORMATION GATHERED WILL BE:
My value (not to myself) on various levels i.e., human, friend, woman, sexual object, etc. (ties into value).
His value system. This is complex in itself and hits many target zones. View of human over sex. Also addresses psychological realm.
His level of love (this ties into value).
His level of friendship (this ties into value)
My job. This includes management while Eve is gone. There is a whole chain of events here.
My travel date. Date of departure and advices given in regard to all that is. Chain of events.
His gifts. How they will be sent i.e., details. If he wants them/does not want them, this too sets off other chains of events.
Major connection of many dots too complex to list. Everything ties together.
Regardless of answer, status is the same. Love and friendship.
My prediction using probability based on what has been observed and what has not and what has been heard and what has not in addition to all previous experiences with people in general would lead me to say that he will NOT see me for the holidays. Percentage that I am right is still at 98.99%. I see that he wants sex and the insecure potato will put out, but I won’t. I lose nothing, but I gain experience. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 1:00 p.m. EST on December 13, 2008.
I hope I am wrong. ~ December 14, 2008 @ 8:22 p.m. EST
* ELABORATION: Balance. The value of the action versus the value of the reward. IF reward value < action value, cease action. If the reward is = or > the action, the action would continue as it would be reinforced. ~ 2:15 p.m. EST
The only thing that will hurt is his ego. I base this on the “NO CALL when I get home” response and various other responses. ~ 2:13 p.m. EST
How do you feel about having sex with him? I don’t feel comfortable about it. Unlike the other potato (the insecure one), I was NOT advised of his status prior to the initial event. Then again, maybe she wasn’t advised either. Had I had the knowledge, I would have incorporated the other danger signs into it and would have given a NEGATIVE response. First and foremost, I never attempt to mate with one who is involved.
How can you change the way you feel? I will ask if he can have me visit him STRICTLY as a FRIEND. If he cannot, I won’t visit him, but I will be his friend.
Why can’t you visit him if he does not agree? To engage under the circumstances he wishes to engage under, I would hurt SELF and ANOTHER. I do not want to hurt self or another.
Why would it hurt you? I would hurt self as the engagement is NOT real and I KNOW this. He has shown me in many ways. From MY perspective, he sees me only as a sexual object and nothing more.
Why would it hurt another? The other is insecure and requires his attention. She is hurting just in knowing I exist. I don’t like this feature. What she does not realize is that she too bears no meaning save for sex. In this I feel sorry for her and my heart goes out to her.
Do you feel sorry for him? A part of me does NOT feel sorry for him and a part of me DOES feel sorry for him.
Why do you NOT feel sorry for him? I do not feel sorry for him because he makes his own circumstances thus he get what he gives. I see that he does not really give of his heart, but he does give of his penis. Within his penis lies his value and his empty circumstance(s).
Why DO you feel sorry for him? He does not know what love is. He is more than his penis only he does not see it. Part of why I feel sorry for him is why I don’t feel sorry for him. The issues are tied together.
Do you feel that your behavior is reinforced? No I do not.
Do you see extinction of behavior? Yes I do.
Do you feel love toward him? Yes I do.
Is the love you feel toward him the same as before? Yes, but it is modified.
How is your love toward him modified? The level of love is the same, however, I do not want the intimacy based on the fact that it is not reinforced. (*See later note for elaboration.)
How do you feel about the insecure potato and the other potatoes? I feel really bad for the insecure potato. I place myself in her shoes and know how she feels in seeking love and attention only to find it not, or to find it, but on shallow levels. Memories of what that feels like doesn’t go away so I can relate to her even though I don’t know her. As for the other potatoes, it is my GUESS that they either don’t care one way or the other as it is stickily sex to them OR they too lie in shoes similar to the insecure potato, but are silent. I know not.
What is your hope at this point? At this point I hope that he and I can start over as friends with REAL love. I have love for him so that is half and half, if looked at from a different perspective, is always whole.
What if HE decided that he wanted you in his life? At this point, we NEED to be friends first as the rest would come together if it is meant to be so.
How do you expect him to treat you? I expect him to treat me with respect.
What do you mean by “treat [you] with respect?” I do not want any sexual advances verbal or otherwise from him. He may speak of others if that is his desire as I believe in free speech. I don’t want to be treated like MEAT. I refuse to be treated like MEAT. If respect cannot be had, communication shall cease, but the love won’t. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 12:00 p.m. on December 13, 2008.
THE OBJECT OF USING FREE WILL:
I HAVE ONE QUESTION THAT WILL BE *LOADED AS ALL THE DOMINOS IN THIS COMPLEX WILL DEPEND ON YOUR ANSWER. (One action (a spoken or written word) sets off a chain of events. ~ 2:45 p.m.)
*LOADED = Much information will be gathered based on a YES or NO answer. I will be open enough to show you what data (see data section) will be gathered as I can only be honest with you.
Question: WILL YOU ACCEPT MY COMPANY (in the time we had originally given ourselves) OVER THE HOLIDAYS WITHOUT US ENGAGING IN SEX? There are only two possible answers: Yes or No. The answer does not require an explanation, nor does it really require an answer. You see, in my world, no answer by the 17th, is an answer by default. The answer would then be negative.
DATA:
SOME OF THE INFORMATION GATHERED WILL BE:
My value (not to myself) on various levels i.e., human, friend, woman, sexual object, etc. (ties into value).
His value system. This is complex in itself and hits many target zones. View of human over sex. Also addresses psychological realm.
His level of love (this ties into value).
His level of friendship (this ties into value)
My job. This includes management while Eve is gone. There is a whole chain of events here.
My travel date. Date of departure and advices given in regard to all that is. Chain of events.
His gifts. How they will be sent i.e., details. If he wants them/does not want them, this too sets off other chains of events.
Major connection of many dots too complex to list. Everything ties together.
Regardless of answer, status is the same. Love and friendship.
My prediction using probability based on what has been observed and what has not and what has been heard and what has not in addition to all previous experiences with people in general would lead me to say that he will NOT see me for the holidays. Percentage that I am right is still at 98.99%. I see that he wants sex and the insecure potato will put out, but I won’t. I lose nothing, but I gain experience. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 1:00 p.m. EST on December 13, 2008.
I hope I am wrong. ~ December 14, 2008 @ 8:22 p.m. EST
* ELABORATION: Balance. The value of the action versus the value of the reward. IF reward value < action value, cease action. If the reward is = or > the action, the action would continue as it would be reinforced. ~ 2:15 p.m. EST
The only thing that will hurt is his ego. I base this on the “NO CALL when I get home” response and various other responses. ~ 2:13 p.m. EST
Truth in Trees...
Taken from the tail section of my blog "Truth, Time, and Ad Infinitum" and continued in BLUE...
Anyway...
The complete circle comes with an infinite expansion (I'll explain this later.) as well as an infinite point as points are virtual (I'll explain this too.). Exiting from flat time, WHERE in the cone are you in regard to TIME? Imagine looking at a cut tree with all the rings of life and pulling the rings up to a three dimensional form. Each ring represents past time in present time if in fact time exists the way we SEE it or are LEAD TO BELIEVE. As rings are round, the radius of each ring will vary from TIME to TIME, yet at the same time all rings maintains its degrees of 360 which is still 9. Depending on your open mindedness, you could literally jump from the dimension of one circle to the dimension of another and be in another time/dimension altogether or be in all places at once.
What we see and what is feed to us is not necessarily what is. If you are in the digital world, come home.
*Infinite expansion: If you look at your cone, you will see that it looks like a megaphone. megaphone >noun a large cone-shaped device for amplifying and directing the voice. The shape takes what is tiny and makes it large in the direction YOU CHOOSE. Size is not important at this point.
*Virtual Point: What appears to be a point in fact is not. The closer you go to the point, the more blunt it becomes. Therefore, the point is virtually round and thus you have to imagine you see it, because you really don't. Even magnified, it would not sharpen. The point is infinite as YOU CHOOSE to see what supposedly is not real. ~ Maggie ~ Penned and refined for print today December 14, 2008 @ 6:10 p.m. EST. THIS POST IS SUBJECT TO EDITS.
ADDITIONAL REALIZATION: I had previously pulled the time/space/dimension lines in a tree upward to make them three dimensional frames to work with. Each ring representing time/space/dimension. What I failed to do was to pull it down. I was looking at the positive expansion of time/space/dimension, but had missed the fact that it also can be pulled down from its center. If you will remember (had you read my last post), I had pulled the tree rings up to show time/space/dimension with the point being virtual (which it still is) and the end of the cone forever expanding outward right? In the negative it operates the same way with the two virtual points (which is really one and the same) indicating START or BIRTH in ascension or descension. Would a black hole when looked at from the horizon then seem like a birth? Scales weighed must be equal.
Last evening the images came in glorious color to see how this thing works. I saw a spindle turn to what appeared to look like a drill-bit before turning into a tornado. It was a lovely tornado of rainbow shades. It then broke off into two rings which where spinning on each other (photo of my scribble now posted). It looks rather like the shape of my tree section cut at an angle, but this was alive. After awhile it looked like a hollowed out egg timer that was split into slices while still maintaining its rather seemingly whole nature.
POSITIVE and NEGATIVE are constant
0 spin would be constant (in this regard)
Radius (time/space) different yet regardless of size (dimension), it is still 9 using degrees broken to single digit.
The rings seemed like flaming "O, " but white/blue in color.
Both run together neg/pos while maintaining . 1D as center or virtual point of creation in up down 2D. What appears when running 2 hollow cones (3D) in clock motion (when one is flipped down), it appears to be running opposed but it is not. It folds in.
If you see the rings, you also see the sound coming from the megaphone.
< ((((((((( growing and expanding slowly as opposed to light which travels much faster. Which should you believe? Your eyes or your ears? How about listening to your own vibrations in others? How about talking to the wind and feelings its tranquil caress around you or standing in the rain and being kissed by it. The earth beneath your feet is where you too grew from and will revert back to in organic form, but your electric is wham bam experience is now out there to build upon.
NOTE PHOTO EXPERIMENT WAS DONE IN JULY 2007
THE THREE FACES OF EVE ( As in first woman offering the apple.)
Face = 3 parts
L to L (sort of alien - see photo of me left to left)
R to R (sort of hard - see photo of me right to right)
Full face in combo (the me as I appeared in total in 2007 - picture posted in negative form. If you were to request me to shake your hand, you would be looking to shake my left hand as the image is not a mirror image, but a non-mirror image or negative.
Now what do you see in the mirror? Is it real? We are looking at our negative when we view the mirror. Look into non-mirror reflection if you have that ability and try to adjust your hair. It is rather hard to see what you are doing with yourself. As what you go to fix is the wrong side of your body. ~ Maggie ~ December 17, 2008 @ 10:39 p.m. EST
Face #1: Left to left using non-mirror image.
Face #2: Right to right using non-mirror image.
Face #3: Total me in non-mirror image. Note that if you were to shake what appears to be my right hand, you would be grabbing my left as I should be spined around to oppose you, but I am not. Your right, at this point, will EQUAL my right. I now mirror you correctly.
Truth, Time, and Infinitum - Experiments & Data
TRUTH = Mirror lies
TRUTH = Clock lies
TRUTH = Calendar lies
I really don’t know where to start talking about this except at the beginning. Last year I was pondering numbers based on a 22.5 degree angle (angle of a penta which was only learned later thanks to Jason). However, I had an issue with it. I also had an issue with the months being 12 as it did not ring true to me. Today, I thought about time and noticed that it too did not ring true in its hour nature of 12 or 24. The mirror also is seen as not ringing true as well. Why is one thing backward and another not?
Perhaps at this point you may find me mad. So what if you do! If you know me, I’m not worried. If you don’t know me, I am still not worried. Bah. In my position, if I were mad, the people to whom I brought the attention of time, calendars, and reflections would have run away and there were quite a number of people I did this to and they stayed to discuss the matter some in greater detail than others. However, that is too much to get into for the moment. Mind you it did boggle some of their minds, while others realized that what we see is not real and what we think we don’t see OR shouldn’t see is real. Meh.
I started with the reflection issue first as it was the easiest one to carry out and it was also rewarding. Test. I have my subject stand in front of the mirror. Right hand is held up and it is requested that while looking into the mirror to touch right side of face and then to reach out and touch the mirror itself using right hand. There was no problem in having people do this. However, when I asked them to stand with writing in front of them and I asked if they noticed anything, they would notice that the writing was backward. I then asked them why are you not backward? To confirm theory of the lie. I opposed the individuals like a mirror and we each held up our right hands. Lo and behold we crossed. Their right was my left and my left was their right. How then is the image in the mirror true when it too does not oppose SELF but it opposes all else? What do we really see when we see ourselves? Is it a true reflection?
Once this experiment was completed, I then took the individuals into the realm of time both in clock form and calendar form. My issue deals with double digits being FALSE. At this point, I will take all from my notes...
A clock like a calendar is a flat circular event. However, if only living in time of 9 months (human gestation cycle), years, cycles, and levels, there is a constant that is not flat. In fact, there are times of divisibility and indivisibility which is kind of PIED in formula literally. There is one important factor to note: levels start at three to 9 and revert back to 1 and 2 before restart which coincides with the even and divisible time is boolean at PIED. I won’t even try to explain this unless you and I sit down and I show you and you judge for yourself. Getting on with things, take a piece of paper and draw a circle. Take anything round and trace out the circle. Mark the circle into 8ths (eights = continuum and continuum is a circle too even from the perspective of its angle). To create 8th (eights) Step 1: fold the paper in half. Step 2: Fold it in half again. Step 3: Fold it one more time. After which, do mark it with a pen so that you may see what you have created. It looks like a pizza that has been cut or a wheel. If you fold it in half you will still see 4 (four) pieces of pizza or half a circle. As 4 is square, you really have a circle. Are you with me so far?
If one were to look at the whole piece of circular paper with the lines, one could also see a clock: 12, 3, 6, 9, 12 right? Okay. Now, look at a real clock and note that the numbers go from 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (1), 11 (2), 12 (3), 1, 2, 3... There is repetition or glitch in the 1, 2, and 3 being there twice in a row before going onto 4 which is square or circular. If you want to talk military time, 12 is still 3 and 18 is still 9. How do you read a military clock in comparison to a regular one? How do they tick? What is the rate of motion and are not the numbers redundant? Sometimes more should be less.
Before I bore you, let’s get back to that paper you have. Lightly color in a 1/4 (one quarter) of the circle and then seeing as you have it bent from folding it, see what happens when you fold that redundant 1/4 or the extra 1, 2, 3 out of time. Time is no longer flat. You should be holding what appears to be a cone. Look at it closely. You still have a circle only now there is a dimension to it. You have removed the illusion of 10, 11, and 12 from clocks and calendars. I mention the calendar as winter is sleep time for the mother (earth) and fall used to be harvest/storage time for our ancestors. Our ancestors did not have to run outside during the winters months to shovel and warm their cars as they stocked up for the winter with smoked and dried meats/fish and what was harvested from fields. Mind you, there were no roads either. People more or less were relaxed and resting like the rest of nature by weathering it out. If living in a warmer climate, the same seasons would still apply to the mother.
Anyway...
The complete circle comes with an infinite expansion (I’ll explain this later.) as well as an infinite point as points are virtual (I’ll explain this too.). Exiting from flat time, WHERE in the cone are you in regard to TIME? Imagine looking at a cut tree with all the rings of life and pulling the rings up to a three dimensional form. Each ring represents past time in present time if in fact time exists the way we SEE it or are LEAD TO BELIEVE. As rings are round, the radius of each ring will vary from TIME to TIME, yet at the same time all rings maintains its degrees of 360 which is still 9. Depending on your open mindedness, you could literally jump from the dimension of one circle to the dimension of another and be in another time/dimension altogether or be in all places at once.
What we see and what is feed to us is not necessarily what is. If you are in the digital world, come home.
*Infinite expansion: If you look at your cone, you will see that it looks like a megaphone. megaphone >noun a large cone-shaped device for amplifying and directing the voice. The shape takes what is tiny and makes it large in the direction YOU CHOOSE. Size is not important at this point.
*Virtual Point: What appears to be a point in fact is not. The closer you go to the point, the more blunt it becomes. Therefore, the point is virtually round and thus you have to imagine you see it, because you really don’t. Even magnified, it would not sharpen. The point is infinite as YOU CHOOSE to see what supposedly is not real. ~ Maggie ~ Penned and refined for print today December 14, 2008 @ 6:10 p.m. EST. THIS POST IS SUBJECT TO EDITS.
P.S.: I will be playing with the category placement as I am not sure where to put this. Oh yeah, might I repeat that I don't know my ass from my elbow. NOTE: I have an issue with all language save for one. The language of LOVE.
I AM POSTING HERE BECAUSE OF A MYSPACE GLITCH ON MY OTHER SITE THAT WOULD NOT ALLOW ME TO EDIT. There were two typos that eliminated the letter "s" and two omissions. The first omission was the human gestation cycle and the second one was my mood. Wee ha!
THERE WERE OTHER TYPOS TOO. In the event you find any, do give me a ringy dingy. Thanks.
Anyway...
The complete circle comes with an infinite expansion (I'll explain this later.) as well as an infinite point as points are virtual (I'll explain this too.). Exiting from flat time, WHERE in the cone are you in regard to TIME? Imagine looking at a cut tree with all the rings of life and pulling the rings up to a three dimensional form. Each ring represents past time in present time if in fact time exists the way we SEE it or are LEAD TO BELIEVE. As rings are round, the radius of each ring will vary from TIME to TIME, yet at the same time all rings maintains its degrees of 360 which is still 9. Depending on your open mindedness, you could literally jump from the dimension of one circle to the dimension of another and be in another time/dimension altogether or be in all places at once.
What we see and what is feed to us is not necessarily what is. If you are in the digital world, come home.
*Infinite expansion: If you look at your cone, you will see that it looks like a megaphone. megaphone >noun a large cone-shaped device for amplifying and directing the voice. The shape takes what is tiny and makes it large in the direction YOU CHOOSE. Size is not important at this point.
*Virtual Point: What appears to be a point in fact is not. The closer you go to the point, the more blunt it becomes. Therefore, the point is virtually round and thus you have to imagine you see it, because you really don't. Even magnified, it would not sharpen. The point is infinite as YOU CHOOSE to see what supposedly is not real. ~ Maggie ~ Penned and refined for print today December 14, 2008 @ 6:10 p.m. EST. THIS POST IS SUBJECT TO EDITS.
ADDITIONAL REALIZATION: I had previously pulled the time/space/dimension lines in a tree upward to make them three dimensional frames to work with. Each ring representing time/space/dimension. What I failed to do was to pull it down. I was looking at the positive expansion of time/space/dimension, but had missed the fact that it also can be pulled down from its center. If you will remember (had you read my last post), I had pulled the tree rings up to show time/space/dimension with the point being virtual (which it still is) and the end of the cone forever expanding outward right? In the negative it operates the same way with the two virtual points (which is really one and the same) indicating START or BIRTH in ascension or descension. Would a black hole when looked at from the horizon then seem like a birth? Scales weighed must be equal.
Last evening the images came in glorious color to see how this thing works. I saw a spindle turn to what appeared to look like a drill-bit before turning into a tornado. It was a lovely tornado of rainbow shades. It then broke off into two rings which where spinning on each other (photo of my scribble now posted). It looks rather like the shape of my tree section cut at an angle, but this was alive. After awhile it looked like a hollowed out egg timer that was split into slices while still maintaining its rather seemingly whole nature.
POSITIVE and NEGATIVE are constant
0 spin would be constant (in this regard)
Radius (time/space) different yet regardless of size (dimension), it is still 9 using degrees broken to single digit.
The rings seemed like flaming "O, " but white/blue in color.
Both run together neg/pos while maintaining . 1D as center or virtual point of creation in up down 2D. What appears when running 2 hollow cones (3D) in clock motion (when one is flipped down), it appears to be running opposed but it is not. It folds in.
If you see the rings, you also see the sound coming from the megaphone.
< ((((((((( growing and expanding slowly as opposed to light which travels much faster. Which should you believe? Your eyes or your ears? How about listening to your own vibrations in others? How about talking to the wind and feelings its tranquil caress around you or standing in the rain and being kissed by it. The earth beneath your feet is where you too grew from and will revert back to in organic form, but your electric is wham bam experience is now out there to build upon.
NOTE PHOTO EXPERIMENT WAS DONE IN JULY 2007
THE THREE FACES OF EVE ( As in first woman offering the apple.)
Face = 3 parts
L to L (sort of alien - see photo of me left to left)
R to R (sort of hard - see photo of me right to right)
Full face in combo (the me as I appeared in total in 2007 - picture posted in negative form. If you were to request me to shake your hand, you would be looking to shake my left hand as the image is not a mirror image, but a non-mirror image or negative.
Now what do you see in the mirror? Is it real? We are looking at our negative when we view the mirror. Look into non-mirror reflection if you have that ability and try to adjust your hair. It is rather hard to see what you are doing with yourself. As what you go to fix is the wrong side of your body. ~ Maggie ~ December 17, 2008 @ 10:39 p.m. EST
Face #1: Left to left using non-mirror image.
Face #2: Right to right using non-mirror image.
Face #3: Total me in non-mirror image. Note that if you were to shake what appears to be my right hand, you would be grabbing my left as I should be spined around to oppose you, but I am not. Your right, at this point, will EQUAL my right. I now mirror you correctly.
Truth, Time, and Infinitum - Experiments & Data
TRUTH = Mirror lies
TRUTH = Clock lies
TRUTH = Calendar lies
I really don’t know where to start talking about this except at the beginning. Last year I was pondering numbers based on a 22.5 degree angle (angle of a penta which was only learned later thanks to Jason). However, I had an issue with it. I also had an issue with the months being 12 as it did not ring true to me. Today, I thought about time and noticed that it too did not ring true in its hour nature of 12 or 24. The mirror also is seen as not ringing true as well. Why is one thing backward and another not?
Perhaps at this point you may find me mad. So what if you do! If you know me, I’m not worried. If you don’t know me, I am still not worried. Bah. In my position, if I were mad, the people to whom I brought the attention of time, calendars, and reflections would have run away and there were quite a number of people I did this to and they stayed to discuss the matter some in greater detail than others. However, that is too much to get into for the moment. Mind you it did boggle some of their minds, while others realized that what we see is not real and what we think we don’t see OR shouldn’t see is real. Meh.
I started with the reflection issue first as it was the easiest one to carry out and it was also rewarding. Test. I have my subject stand in front of the mirror. Right hand is held up and it is requested that while looking into the mirror to touch right side of face and then to reach out and touch the mirror itself using right hand. There was no problem in having people do this. However, when I asked them to stand with writing in front of them and I asked if they noticed anything, they would notice that the writing was backward. I then asked them why are you not backward? To confirm theory of the lie. I opposed the individuals like a mirror and we each held up our right hands. Lo and behold we crossed. Their right was my left and my left was their right. How then is the image in the mirror true when it too does not oppose SELF but it opposes all else? What do we really see when we see ourselves? Is it a true reflection?
Once this experiment was completed, I then took the individuals into the realm of time both in clock form and calendar form. My issue deals with double digits being FALSE. At this point, I will take all from my notes...
A clock like a calendar is a flat circular event. However, if only living in time of 9 months (human gestation cycle), years, cycles, and levels, there is a constant that is not flat. In fact, there are times of divisibility and indivisibility which is kind of PIED in formula literally. There is one important factor to note: levels start at three to 9 and revert back to 1 and 2 before restart which coincides with the even and divisible time is boolean at PIED. I won’t even try to explain this unless you and I sit down and I show you and you judge for yourself. Getting on with things, take a piece of paper and draw a circle. Take anything round and trace out the circle. Mark the circle into 8ths (eights = continuum and continuum is a circle too even from the perspective of its angle). To create 8th (eights) Step 1: fold the paper in half. Step 2: Fold it in half again. Step 3: Fold it one more time. After which, do mark it with a pen so that you may see what you have created. It looks like a pizza that has been cut or a wheel. If you fold it in half you will still see 4 (four) pieces of pizza or half a circle. As 4 is square, you really have a circle. Are you with me so far?
If one were to look at the whole piece of circular paper with the lines, one could also see a clock: 12, 3, 6, 9, 12 right? Okay. Now, look at a real clock and note that the numbers go from 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (1), 11 (2), 12 (3), 1, 2, 3... There is repetition or glitch in the 1, 2, and 3 being there twice in a row before going onto 4 which is square or circular. If you want to talk military time, 12 is still 3 and 18 is still 9. How do you read a military clock in comparison to a regular one? How do they tick? What is the rate of motion and are not the numbers redundant? Sometimes more should be less.
Before I bore you, let’s get back to that paper you have. Lightly color in a 1/4 (one quarter) of the circle and then seeing as you have it bent from folding it, see what happens when you fold that redundant 1/4 or the extra 1, 2, 3 out of time. Time is no longer flat. You should be holding what appears to be a cone. Look at it closely. You still have a circle only now there is a dimension to it. You have removed the illusion of 10, 11, and 12 from clocks and calendars. I mention the calendar as winter is sleep time for the mother (earth) and fall used to be harvest/storage time for our ancestors. Our ancestors did not have to run outside during the winters months to shovel and warm their cars as they stocked up for the winter with smoked and dried meats/fish and what was harvested from fields. Mind you, there were no roads either. People more or less were relaxed and resting like the rest of nature by weathering it out. If living in a warmer climate, the same seasons would still apply to the mother.
Anyway...
The complete circle comes with an infinite expansion (I’ll explain this later.) as well as an infinite point as points are virtual (I’ll explain this too.). Exiting from flat time, WHERE in the cone are you in regard to TIME? Imagine looking at a cut tree with all the rings of life and pulling the rings up to a three dimensional form. Each ring represents past time in present time if in fact time exists the way we SEE it or are LEAD TO BELIEVE. As rings are round, the radius of each ring will vary from TIME to TIME, yet at the same time all rings maintains its degrees of 360 which is still 9. Depending on your open mindedness, you could literally jump from the dimension of one circle to the dimension of another and be in another time/dimension altogether or be in all places at once.
What we see and what is feed to us is not necessarily what is. If you are in the digital world, come home.
*Infinite expansion: If you look at your cone, you will see that it looks like a megaphone. megaphone >noun a large cone-shaped device for amplifying and directing the voice. The shape takes what is tiny and makes it large in the direction YOU CHOOSE. Size is not important at this point.
*Virtual Point: What appears to be a point in fact is not. The closer you go to the point, the more blunt it becomes. Therefore, the point is virtually round and thus you have to imagine you see it, because you really don’t. Even magnified, it would not sharpen. The point is infinite as YOU CHOOSE to see what supposedly is not real. ~ Maggie ~ Penned and refined for print today December 14, 2008 @ 6:10 p.m. EST. THIS POST IS SUBJECT TO EDITS.
P.S.: I will be playing with the category placement as I am not sure where to put this. Oh yeah, might I repeat that I don't know my ass from my elbow. NOTE: I have an issue with all language save for one. The language of LOVE.
I AM POSTING HERE BECAUSE OF A MYSPACE GLITCH ON MY OTHER SITE THAT WOULD NOT ALLOW ME TO EDIT. There were two typos that eliminated the letter "s" and two omissions. The first omission was the human gestation cycle and the second one was my mood. Wee ha!
THERE WERE OTHER TYPOS TOO. In the event you find any, do give me a ringy dingy. Thanks.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Many Mirrors
Although I believe that the looking glass reflects a lie, I also believe that seeing self in others does not. When we see past the skin into the depth, we find our common ground in the essence. Ergo, the eyes lie too. Feel. Feel with all that you have and when you do you will find you have a heart for others as you can see yourself within them. You don’t have to know the person to feel them. Hell, feelings come through various means and IF you are open enough, you will see the various connections. You will feel their pain, joy, heart, love, hate, life et cetera. Balance comes from walking in their shoes. We all have walked in many shoes. Some shoes are tight and some are loose. The fit depends on the experience and the experience comes in DEGREES. A degree is also a matter of perspective. A paper cut to one may feel like the loss of an arm to another. Yet to the one who lost an arm, understanding about a paper cut can be had.
Truth. Ah! What a beautiful word. As much as truth hurts, use it and use it consistently for within truth there is freedom. Within freedom there is life and value. Truth can turn a sea of chaos into to tranquil waters that reflect warmth and love.
Hurt...pain–of these I am all too familiar. Very recently, I opened a wound to give a view of a tiny speck of pain that I had experienced. However, what was said could not compare to what I was reliving nor what I was feeling. I am thankful for the pain. You see, in my world I rely on memories of horror that are all too real. Thus, in recalling the worst part(s) of my past and knowing I lived through it/them, I can handle anything. That is not to say that I don’t feel pain in the now, I just know how to relieve myself of it as I am a SURVIVOR.
If I must, I will reiterate that only I can hurt me at this point as I can ALLOW or DISALLOW pain to affect me. Only I can take myself down, but I love me too much. I am responsible for my actions/inactions. I am analytical and critical in my thought process and to this I am grateful. To anyone who wishes to hurt me, be my guest you would have to compete with my memories and those can’t be beat unless you kill me. Then again, I would thank you for doing so as you would release me from my holding cell and send me out into infinity!
I am following the real and disbanding the surreal. However, what is real/surreal to one may be inverse to another. Then again, at what level(s) are these transpiring on and where are they transpiring? Realize I do not write for the reader. I write for MYSELF! ~ Maggie ~ December 12, 2008 @ 8:42 p.m. EST.
Truth. Ah! What a beautiful word. As much as truth hurts, use it and use it consistently for within truth there is freedom. Within freedom there is life and value. Truth can turn a sea of chaos into to tranquil waters that reflect warmth and love.
Hurt...pain–of these I am all too familiar. Very recently, I opened a wound to give a view of a tiny speck of pain that I had experienced. However, what was said could not compare to what I was reliving nor what I was feeling. I am thankful for the pain. You see, in my world I rely on memories of horror that are all too real. Thus, in recalling the worst part(s) of my past and knowing I lived through it/them, I can handle anything. That is not to say that I don’t feel pain in the now, I just know how to relieve myself of it as I am a SURVIVOR.
If I must, I will reiterate that only I can hurt me at this point as I can ALLOW or DISALLOW pain to affect me. Only I can take myself down, but I love me too much. I am responsible for my actions/inactions. I am analytical and critical in my thought process and to this I am grateful. To anyone who wishes to hurt me, be my guest you would have to compete with my memories and those can’t be beat unless you kill me. Then again, I would thank you for doing so as you would release me from my holding cell and send me out into infinity!
I am following the real and disbanding the surreal. However, what is real/surreal to one may be inverse to another. Then again, at what level(s) are these transpiring on and where are they transpiring? Realize I do not write for the reader. I write for MYSELF! ~ Maggie ~ December 12, 2008 @ 8:42 p.m. EST.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Chemistry, Science, and Math~
I don't know my ass from my elbow in chemistry, however, I do know that when mixing certain things together they will go BANG, FOAM, SEPARATE, et al (think of STUFF...use the brain of a curious child and think "what would happen if..." and then try it, but just use caution).
Magnets are funny too. Sometimes they stick together and sometimes there is this invisible shit that keeps them from coming together as there is this field of resistance which will not allow for the contact as there is a repulsion going on.. When they resist, the closer they get, they are sent away from each other in lateral form as well. You can't see the field, but it is there. How can you tell? You can feel it. If you PLAY with the magnets you will notice that when they bond, man do they stick. And
You can't feel air unless it is blowing, but how do you know it there when it is not? Stick your head out of a moving car and you will feel that too. The effect of speed using your head out of the window will allow you to feel it. How about taking a piece of material about 4 feet in width and 7 feet long and you and a partner hold the with width ends and run. You will find resistance and the material will look like a wind filled sail on a pirate ship happily sporting Skull and Bones. When feeling festive, blow up a balloon. If you have a great balloon with a fire under it, heat rises and causes a fill that can float and lift you off the ground.
Maybe there is beauty in experimentation and the asking of why? Are things finite? Could everyone agree on that? What if what appears to be finite in fact is not? Again, I don't know my ass from my elbow, but I do believe in possibilities, asking questions, and doing strange things to see if what is in my head holds value in some manner.
The next time you are in front of someone watch as you shakes hands. It appears as if the individual opposing you will use his right hand to shake your right hand, but from our perspective he is moving what would be equivalent to our left. However, the mirror that you look into and reach our your right hand responds to your right hand. Why is it so if what is written on your shirt is backwards? Is the mirror true or false? I think the mirror lies as there is a problem if words are backwards but you are not. What data is it really providing to you? To the person whom you wish to shake hands with, hug them instead. In the act of a hug there symmetry (equality) within the act or stand in back of them to see what they see in the mirror or to see the real them. Yet there is another thing you can do, stand side by side and you then have equality.
As you may have guessed, I don't know too much about anything, however, I am looking for relationships or things that just don't seem right upon first inspection. If you want to call it science, reason, philosophy, child's play, or retarded, that is up to you. Frankly, I don't care as I state that from the get go, I don't know squat, but I can interpret from my perspective time in clock form holds no value. Time is what you make it. Does the now exist or has it passed as you as you thought about it, arriving in the seeming present, which is then the past and future? As you bring it into the future upon the moment of thought. Hell, even the time it takes you to think the thought or say the thought in the present, the present is gone and it is now the past. I question does the present exist and for how long is the present before it is the past or the future? Perhaps we in our process are in all three places at once only we don't notice it.
As far as a person holding up 4 fingers and convinces your through pain that there are more or less than what you see, you have been forced to alter your reality for that of another. I call that mind control and look at it as Orwell's 1984 for such an example.
Perhaps asking too many questions in this day and age could bring me to the position resembling Socrates trial and subsequent death, because I dare to question. If that is the case in seeking answer to questions that are outside the box, so be it. To conform to the will of another by seeing is not cool in that you could see what they see, but at the same time, what you see in addition to what is brought to your agreement such as I see a horse in a painting to "oh man, I see so much more" there are other images there. It is rather like cloud watching, you may see a giant fish with its mouth open and another might see a football. Are both right? Sure. We have the ability to see what based on perception. Does agreement have to be had? Nah! I can't say I see 4 fingers when I seem more or see less. ~ Arachne ~ December 11, 2008 @ 11:30 p.m. EST
BTW, I am not looking for agreement, I am looking to bounce ideas around. My pills are kicking my ass, so I best wonder off into dreamless sleep. Thankfully, I can dream during the day. P.S.: This work needs editing, but I am too close to zone decay. ~ Arachne ~ December 11, 2008 @ 11:33 p.m. EST
Magnets are funny too. Sometimes they stick together and sometimes there is this invisible shit that keeps them from coming together as there is this field of resistance which will not allow for the contact as there is a repulsion going on.. When they resist, the closer they get, they are sent away from each other in lateral form as well. You can't see the field, but it is there. How can you tell? You can feel it. If you PLAY with the magnets you will notice that when they bond, man do they stick. And
You can't feel air unless it is blowing, but how do you know it there when it is not? Stick your head out of a moving car and you will feel that too. The effect of speed using your head out of the window will allow you to feel it. How about taking a piece of material about 4 feet in width and 7 feet long and you and a partner hold the with width ends and run. You will find resistance and the material will look like a wind filled sail on a pirate ship happily sporting Skull and Bones. When feeling festive, blow up a balloon. If you have a great balloon with a fire under it, heat rises and causes a fill that can float and lift you off the ground.
Maybe there is beauty in experimentation and the asking of why? Are things finite? Could everyone agree on that? What if what appears to be finite in fact is not? Again, I don't know my ass from my elbow, but I do believe in possibilities, asking questions, and doing strange things to see if what is in my head holds value in some manner.
The next time you are in front of someone watch as you shakes hands. It appears as if the individual opposing you will use his right hand to shake your right hand, but from our perspective he is moving what would be equivalent to our left. However, the mirror that you look into and reach our your right hand responds to your right hand. Why is it so if what is written on your shirt is backwards? Is the mirror true or false? I think the mirror lies as there is a problem if words are backwards but you are not. What data is it really providing to you? To the person whom you wish to shake hands with, hug them instead. In the act of a hug there symmetry (equality) within the act or stand in back of them to see what they see in the mirror or to see the real them. Yet there is another thing you can do, stand side by side and you then have equality.
As you may have guessed, I don't know too much about anything, however, I am looking for relationships or things that just don't seem right upon first inspection. If you want to call it science, reason, philosophy, child's play, or retarded, that is up to you. Frankly, I don't care as I state that from the get go, I don't know squat, but I can interpret from my perspective time in clock form holds no value. Time is what you make it. Does the now exist or has it passed as you as you thought about it, arriving in the seeming present, which is then the past and future? As you bring it into the future upon the moment of thought. Hell, even the time it takes you to think the thought or say the thought in the present, the present is gone and it is now the past. I question does the present exist and for how long is the present before it is the past or the future? Perhaps we in our process are in all three places at once only we don't notice it.
As far as a person holding up 4 fingers and convinces your through pain that there are more or less than what you see, you have been forced to alter your reality for that of another. I call that mind control and look at it as Orwell's 1984 for such an example.
Perhaps asking too many questions in this day and age could bring me to the position resembling Socrates trial and subsequent death, because I dare to question. If that is the case in seeking answer to questions that are outside the box, so be it. To conform to the will of another by seeing is not cool in that you could see what they see, but at the same time, what you see in addition to what is brought to your agreement such as I see a horse in a painting to "oh man, I see so much more" there are other images there. It is rather like cloud watching, you may see a giant fish with its mouth open and another might see a football. Are both right? Sure. We have the ability to see what based on perception. Does agreement have to be had? Nah! I can't say I see 4 fingers when I seem more or see less. ~ Arachne ~ December 11, 2008 @ 11:30 p.m. EST
BTW, I am not looking for agreement, I am looking to bounce ideas around. My pills are kicking my ass, so I best wonder off into dreamless sleep. Thankfully, I can dream during the day. P.S.: This work needs editing, but I am too close to zone decay. ~ Arachne ~ December 11, 2008 @ 11:33 p.m. EST
Take your money OUT of the bank while you can...
Can anyone see what is going to happen next? Here in Kanada, a survey is being done to ask what amount you will be willing to take when (whoops...correction : he said "if") your bank goes belly up. The survey was about government bailout for fallen banks. They also want to know how long you would be willing to wait for your money. From his lingo he was saying that (this is what I hear anyway) they are looking to pay 10% of your funds over time. FROM MY PERSPECTIVE it sounds like they are putting feelers out there to find our if their bloody heads will be torn off. Me thinks yes! People have to live. I don't think the surveyor liked my answers. Meh! What do you hear and feel?
Sometimes it is not about what you hear, it is also what you don't hear. Do you get me?
In case you decide NOT to read the article take note that this information is dated TODAY: December 11, 2008 1:53pm EST ~ Maggie ~ December 11, 2008 @ 9:38 p.m. EST
http://www.reuters.com/article/InvestmentOutlook09/idUSTRE4BA5CO20081211
From the site: "Without giving specific names, most of the significant American banks, the larger banks, are bankrupt, totally bankrupt," said Rogers, who is now a private investor.
"What is outrageous economically and is outrageous morally is that normally in times like this, people who are competent and who saw it coming and who kept their powder dry go and take over the assets from the incompetent," (MY NOTE: This reminds me of Atlas Shurgged.) he said. "What's happening this time is that the government is taking the assets from the competent people and giving them to the incompetent people and saying, now you can compete with the competent people. It is horrible economics."
"Governments are making mistakes," he said. "They're saying to all the banks, you don't have to tell us your situation. You can continue to use your balance sheet that is phony.... All these guys are bankrupt, they're still worrying about their bonuses, they're still trying to pay their dividends, and the whole system is weakened."
Rogers said is investing in growth areas in China and Taiwan, in such areas as water treatment and agriculture, and recently bought positions in energy and agriculture indexes.
Sometimes it is not about what you hear, it is also what you don't hear. Do you get me?
In case you decide NOT to read the article take note that this information is dated TODAY: December 11, 2008 1:53pm EST ~ Maggie ~ December 11, 2008 @ 9:38 p.m. EST
http://www.reuters.com/article/InvestmentOutlook09/idUSTRE4BA5CO20081211
From the site: "Without giving specific names, most of the significant American banks, the larger banks, are bankrupt, totally bankrupt," said Rogers, who is now a private investor.
"What is outrageous economically and is outrageous morally is that normally in times like this, people who are competent and who saw it coming and who kept their powder dry go and take over the assets from the incompetent," (MY NOTE: This reminds me of Atlas Shurgged.) he said. "What's happening this time is that the government is taking the assets from the competent people and giving them to the incompetent people and saying, now you can compete with the competent people. It is horrible economics."
"Governments are making mistakes," he said. "They're saying to all the banks, you don't have to tell us your situation. You can continue to use your balance sheet that is phony.... All these guys are bankrupt, they're still worrying about their bonuses, they're still trying to pay their dividends, and the whole system is weakened."
Rogers said is investing in growth areas in China and Taiwan, in such areas as water treatment and agriculture, and recently bought positions in energy and agriculture indexes.
If Rembrandt Were Alive...
If Rembrandt were alive and living inside me (maybe he is), he would see a glorious work before him and would capture it. Many shades applied richly onto canvas–buried deep within the black only seeing in the dark–ah tis rich–listening to the music that is not playing–going only with the movements of that which is felt. I see beauty for what it is. No more. No less. Perhaps it is the eye of the master himself who draws my attention to the work. ~ Maggie ~ December 11, 2008 @ 6:33 p.m. EST
A Dialogue In Truth...December 11, 2008
This dialogue is based on what was seen in art and what was not. Apparently, I saw more than I was supposed see and this was upsetting to the artist who stated in things are FINITE and that I can’t keep asking “what if” in regard to possibilities. As he “felt” no agreement was had, he severed the tie and I, not wishing to violate his wish, accepted the sever in peace by allowing his free will. There was no direct violation. Had he insisted that I see only what he wished me would see, it would then be a violation, but a forgivable one. All in all, If one sees a fish in a cloud and another sees a football are they both wrong or right? Who is to judge? Vision, hearing, tasting, smelling, and feeling vary from individual to individual and that is what makes us unique as we do often times perceive things differently. What makes us the same is that we are the same as all things seen and unseen based not only on our properties (similar to earth), but to our vibrations and to our core as humans which makes us one.
MY INCOMING:
So, once there was a wealthy man who felt driven to seek the Truth and after spending many years and all his wealth came at last to a high forbidding mountain and there after considerable struggle reached a cave and entering found a ancient hag, all misshapen and covered with sores stirring a cauldron," Who are you?" he asked. "I am the Truth you have for so long been seeking.", she replied. "Oh, no, I can never return to the world of men and tell them that You, are Truth!" "Sure ya can." she said, "Just tell'em I'm beautiful."
MY OUTGOING
Truth be told beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
MY INCOMING
Ms. Maggie,
I am not superficial. You might still find a soft spot in your heart for me. The winter comes, read on.
You could come to me now, ya know,
the night is growing colder
You might need a shoulder
to rest your head upon
Here in my arms all the worlds
a little brighter
and if you held a little tighter
it won't do any harm.....
Look in my eyes
you will see love and gladness
There will be no more sadness
and no fear of lies,
when deep in our hearts
we can find peace and happiness
Remember that happiness
the rest of our lives.....
Now there's a tug on your sleeve
and I know your life is calling
All the leaves are fallingand it's time for goodbyes.
I'll let you go
to the world and it's madness
it's good and it's badness
it's laughter and cries....
But you could return
even in late december
if you pause,
and remember
that look in my eyes
Here in my arms all the worlds
a little warmer
and if you hold a little longer
I would not be surprised...
So you could come to me now
rest your head on my shoulder.
We are wiser and older
than we were yesterday
Here in my arms all the worlds
a little kinder,
and this song's a reminder
I have not gone away.....
MY INCOMING:
So, once there was a wealthy man who felt driven to seek the Truth and after spending many years and all his wealth came at last to a high forbidding mountain and there after considerable struggle reached a cave and entering found a ancient hag, all misshapen and covered with sores stirring a cauldron," Who are you?" he asked. "I am the Truth you have for so long been seeking.", she replied. "Oh, no, I can never return to the world of men and tell them that You, are Truth!" "Sure ya can." she said, "Just tell'em I'm beautiful."
MY OUTGOING
Truth be told beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
MY INCOMING
Ms. Maggie,
I am not superficial. You might still find a soft spot in your heart for me. The winter comes, read on.
You could come to me now, ya know,
the night is growing colder
You might need a shoulder
to rest your head upon
Here in my arms all the worlds
a little brighter
and if you held a little tighter
it won't do any harm.....
Look in my eyes
you will see love and gladness
There will be no more sadness
and no fear of lies,
when deep in our hearts
we can find peace and happiness
Remember that happiness
the rest of our lives.....
Now there's a tug on your sleeve
and I know your life is calling
All the leaves are fallingand it's time for goodbyes.
I'll let you go
to the world and it's madness
it's good and it's badness
it's laughter and cries....
But you could return
even in late december
if you pause,
and remember
that look in my eyes
Here in my arms all the worlds
a little warmer
and if you hold a little longer
I would not be surprised...
So you could come to me now
rest your head on my shoulder.
We are wiser and older
than we were yesterday
Here in my arms all the worlds
a little kinder,
and this song's a reminder
I have not gone away.....
Friday, November 28, 2008
The Sleep Months...
The hour is early, but the time feels late
Perhaps of life I have satiate
Sleep time comes for all that grows
Three months span beneath the snows
But of the life that will expand
See the branches much like your hand
Bud indeed by February or March
From the snows wet not parch
Although it seems that much has gone
Lo and behold, all will go on! ~ Arachne ~ November 28, 2008 @ 6:30 p.m.
Perhaps of life I have satiate
Sleep time comes for all that grows
Three months span beneath the snows
But of the life that will expand
See the branches much like your hand
Bud indeed by February or March
From the snows wet not parch
Although it seems that much has gone
Lo and behold, all will go on! ~ Arachne ~ November 28, 2008 @ 6:30 p.m.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Working with Words
Enchantment chanting away to drums lodged in ears
The strike upon the anvil creates a melody
The melody resonates within the being
That can shake the very fibers to decay
Sound, round, intricate touches each hair
Tissue...
As sound enters the canal
Channeled through
Limits the size of the vessel
Each vessel exploding in sockets
Leaving redness in its wake
Wake to optics shot of blood
Pump to aorta
Trickled from the ventricle
Hollow...hollow is the tree upon where the owl retires
“Who goes there?” he cries in lateral form
Dorsal to ventral
Cranial to caudal
Aye. This is visceral ~ Arachne ~ November 27, 2008 11:11 p.m. EST
The strike upon the anvil creates a melody
The melody resonates within the being
That can shake the very fibers to decay
Sound, round, intricate touches each hair
Tissue...
As sound enters the canal
Channeled through
Limits the size of the vessel
Each vessel exploding in sockets
Leaving redness in its wake
Wake to optics shot of blood
Pump to aorta
Trickled from the ventricle
Hollow...hollow is the tree upon where the owl retires
“Who goes there?” he cries in lateral form
Dorsal to ventral
Cranial to caudal
Aye. This is visceral ~ Arachne ~ November 27, 2008 11:11 p.m. EST
REASONS TO BE THANKFUL...
I am thankful for a shitty abused childhood.
I am thankful for being an abusive parent.
I am thankful for being belittled and berated by my mother.
I am thankful for being beat to the point of welts to go back to my abuser.
I am thankful for all my years of alcohol and drug abuse (21 years).
I am thankful for abusive relationships.
I am thankful for getting a record in Manhattan Criminal Court.
I am thankful for trying to take my own life on numerous occasions.
I am thankful that a gun and knives were pulled on me.
I am thankful for being a latchkey kid.
I am thankful for being chased with a hammer.
I am thankful for being investigated for fraud.
I am thankful for being raped.
I am thankful for being robbed.
I am thankful for the school of hard knocks.
I am thankful for learning how to steal food in 2nd grade.
I am thankful for having to furnish my first apartment with garbage.
I am thankful for having someone break my finger.
I am thankful for my old junkie friends.
I am thankful for my old pusher friends.
I am thankful for having rats, mice, water bugs, and cockroaches.
YES I AM THANKFUL FOR ALL THE SHIT THAT MADE ME WHO I AM TODAY! YOU CAN’T BEAT THAT WITH A STICK. Oh yeah. I am real thankful. I swear that I am really thankful because had I not come through this course, I may not be me as me now stands in more ways than one.
Happy Thanksgiving y’all! ~ Arachne ~ November 27, 2008 @ 4:07 a.m. EST
I am thankful for being an abusive parent.
I am thankful for being belittled and berated by my mother.
I am thankful for being beat to the point of welts to go back to my abuser.
I am thankful for all my years of alcohol and drug abuse (21 years).
I am thankful for abusive relationships.
I am thankful for getting a record in Manhattan Criminal Court.
I am thankful for trying to take my own life on numerous occasions.
I am thankful that a gun and knives were pulled on me.
I am thankful for being a latchkey kid.
I am thankful for being chased with a hammer.
I am thankful for being investigated for fraud.
I am thankful for being raped.
I am thankful for being robbed.
I am thankful for the school of hard knocks.
I am thankful for learning how to steal food in 2nd grade.
I am thankful for having to furnish my first apartment with garbage.
I am thankful for having someone break my finger.
I am thankful for my old junkie friends.
I am thankful for my old pusher friends.
I am thankful for having rats, mice, water bugs, and cockroaches.
YES I AM THANKFUL FOR ALL THE SHIT THAT MADE ME WHO I AM TODAY! YOU CAN’T BEAT THAT WITH A STICK. Oh yeah. I am real thankful. I swear that I am really thankful because had I not come through this course, I may not be me as me now stands in more ways than one.
Happy Thanksgiving y’all! ~ Arachne ~ November 27, 2008 @ 4:07 a.m. EST
Monday, November 24, 2008
What is a lover?
TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE ANSWERED, I THANK YOU AND I DO UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS. I had an assumption about its meaning that you guys clarified. Thanks. BTW, some of the questions were geared based on my assumption.
If you can please answer the following questions either here in or in my e-mail, it would be so greatly appreciated. What I need help in is finding the value of a "lover" of a person who is a polyamourist (has more than one "lover"at a time). Even if you are not polyamourous, I would still like your input. As you may have guessed, I don't understand what a "lover" is nor do I understand the significance of insignificant others when no love is involved..
What interests you in the women you have sex with?
Is the interest just sex or does it bear more merit?
If it bears more merit, what might that merit be?
What makes you interested in a "lover?"
How long does each supposed "lover" relationship last?
Do you love each "lover?" To what degree is the love?
Does each "lover" love you? To what degree is the love?
What makes one "lover" different from the next?
What causes termination of the supposed "lover" relationship?
What is the significance of "lover" or an insignificant other?
For the sake of definition, a "lover" is a sexual OR romantic relationship. Which does it most often fall under and why?
Other than sexual gratification, does having "lovers" leave you emotionally empty and unloved or does it leave you loved and fulfilled?
Is a "lover" a transient position?
Would you KNOW if you loved someone after 5 months?
YOUR COOPERATION IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE A FRIEND NOR A MALE TO ANSWER. THANK YOU. ~ Arachne ~ November 24, 2008 @ 10:21 p.m. EST
If you can please answer the following questions either here in or in my e-mail, it would be so greatly appreciated. What I need help in is finding the value of a "lover" of a person who is a polyamourist (has more than one "lover"at a time). Even if you are not polyamourous, I would still like your input. As you may have guessed, I don't understand what a "lover" is nor do I understand the significance of insignificant others when no love is involved..
What interests you in the women you have sex with?
Is the interest just sex or does it bear more merit?
If it bears more merit, what might that merit be?
What makes you interested in a "lover?"
How long does each supposed "lover" relationship last?
Do you love each "lover?" To what degree is the love?
Does each "lover" love you? To what degree is the love?
What makes one "lover" different from the next?
What causes termination of the supposed "lover" relationship?
What is the significance of "lover" or an insignificant other?
For the sake of definition, a "lover" is a sexual OR romantic relationship. Which does it most often fall under and why?
Other than sexual gratification, does having "lovers" leave you emotionally empty and unloved or does it leave you loved and fulfilled?
Is a "lover" a transient position?
Would you KNOW if you loved someone after 5 months?
YOUR COOPERATION IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE A FRIEND NOR A MALE TO ANSWER. THANK YOU. ~ Arachne ~ November 24, 2008 @ 10:21 p.m. EST
A Little Row Boat Adrift...
This is the story of a little row boat.
A man once rowed me along the quiet waters to various and numerous ports and adventures. Thus we traveled from there to here. When we arrived at this port, he placed himself on the dock, but he failed to secure my rope. Slowly, my loosely bound roped slipped free from the dock. With my rope clinging only to water, I started to slip away. Although he could still see me by the dock he did not care to notice I had become free and was slipping away with the motion of the sea. Perhaps he shall notice when I am gone, but will he swim out to find me?. ~ Arachne ~ November 24, 2008 @ 7:59 p.m. EST
A man once rowed me along the quiet waters to various and numerous ports and adventures. Thus we traveled from there to here. When we arrived at this port, he placed himself on the dock, but he failed to secure my rope. Slowly, my loosely bound roped slipped free from the dock. With my rope clinging only to water, I started to slip away. Although he could still see me by the dock he did not care to notice I had become free and was slipping away with the motion of the sea. Perhaps he shall notice when I am gone, but will he swim out to find me?. ~ Arachne ~ November 24, 2008 @ 7:59 p.m. EST
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Recognition of Cognition
Is oft that we examine our own thoughts and recognize the true value or lack thereof that which we think? What if what we think bears no merit? Would it be safe to stick with that thought even if that thought only affected you as you had not brought the thought to another’s ears or eyes? Using logic, if a pondering brings forth no fruit at present, the seed should not be discarded as it may be of value at another point in time. Then again, can one really discard a thought? One can forget that one thought about it, however, it is stored safely in the CPU upon your shoulders.
A thought bears an unseen link or association if you will. Granted most of us can recognize an association such as a smell that will transport us to another time and place when that scent was significant to us. The same occurs with music or a story or another other type of stimulus where an association is had. It is an unusual type of transport into our past that allows us to relive an experience in full color and texture even if we had not thought about the event for decades.
A professor once told me in order to remember something better, wear a favorite shirt, pants, sweater, or scent that has a value of its own. An associative value that is. One that bears meaning to you. What you would like to memorize in the present can be chunked even while associating. Unchunking will occur when one goes into main association.
So what of that thought that bears no merit? Hum. Could it be called upon? Sure! At the point in time when that thought/idea needs to be resurrected, from the murky depths it will rise like cream upon milk. Your mind may have to use its reverse cycle of recollection i.e., remembering all other things associated to that which you are trying to remember in order to bring it into full focus, but there it will be unless you incur brain damage.
Bah. So much for thought! ~ Arachne ~ November 22, 2008 @ 8:37 p.m. EST
A thought bears an unseen link or association if you will. Granted most of us can recognize an association such as a smell that will transport us to another time and place when that scent was significant to us. The same occurs with music or a story or another other type of stimulus where an association is had. It is an unusual type of transport into our past that allows us to relive an experience in full color and texture even if we had not thought about the event for decades.
A professor once told me in order to remember something better, wear a favorite shirt, pants, sweater, or scent that has a value of its own. An associative value that is. One that bears meaning to you. What you would like to memorize in the present can be chunked even while associating. Unchunking will occur when one goes into main association.
So what of that thought that bears no merit? Hum. Could it be called upon? Sure! At the point in time when that thought/idea needs to be resurrected, from the murky depths it will rise like cream upon milk. Your mind may have to use its reverse cycle of recollection i.e., remembering all other things associated to that which you are trying to remember in order to bring it into full focus, but there it will be unless you incur brain damage.
Bah. So much for thought! ~ Arachne ~ November 22, 2008 @ 8:37 p.m. EST
Thursday, November 20, 2008
OPERANT BEHAVIOR
Not for lack of something better to do, but I thought you folks might find this area of my current read interesting. Therefore I have typed it out for your perusal. If there are any typos, oh well.
SCIENCE AND HUMAN BEHAVIOR by B.F. SKINNER
CHAPTER V
OPERANT BEHAVIOR
WHAT EVENTS ARE REINFORCING
Page 72
In dealing with your fellow men in everyday life and in the clinic and laboratory, we may need to know just how reinforcing a specific event is. We often begin by noting the extent to which our own behavior is reinforced by the same event. This practice frequently miscarries; yet it is still commonly believed that reinforcers can be identified apart from their effects upon a particular organism. As the term is used here, however, the only defining characteristic of a reinforcing stimulus is that it reinforces.
The only way to tell whether or not a given event is reinforcing (page 73) to a given organism under given conditions it is to make a direct test. We observe the frequency of a selected response, then make an event contingent upon it and observe any changes in frequency. If there is a change, we classify the event as reinforcing to the organism under the existing conditions. There is nothing circular about classifying events in terms of their effects, the criterion is both empirical and objective. It would be circular, however, if we then went on to assert that a given event strengthens and operant because it is reinforcing. We achieve a certain success in guessing at reinforcing powers only because we have in a sense made a crude survey; we have gauged the reinforcing effect of a stimulus upon ourselves and assume the same effect upon others. We are successful only when we resemble the organism under study and when we have correctly surveyed our own behavior.
Events which are found to be reinforcing are of two sorts. Some reinforcements consist of presenting stimuli, of adding something–for example, food, water, or sexual contact–to the situation. These we call positive reinforcers. Others consist of removing something–for example, a loud noise, a very bright light, extreme cold or heat, or electric shock—from the situation. These we call negative reinforcers. In both cases the effect of reinforcement is the same–the probability of response is increased. We cannot avoid this distinction by arguing that what is reinforcing in the negative case is the absence of the bright light, loud noise, and so on; for it is absence after presence which is effective, and this is only another way of saying that the stimulus is removed. The difference between the two cases will be clearer when we consider the presentation of a negative reinforcer or the removal of a positive. These are the consequences which we call punishment (Chapter XII).
A survey of the events which reinforce a given individual is often required in the practical application of operant conditioning. In every field in which human behavior figures prominently–education–government, the family, the clinic, industry, art, literature, and so on–we are constantly changing probabilities of response by arranging reinforcing consequences. The industrialist who wants employees to work consistently and without absenteeism must make certain that (Page 74) their behavior is suitably reinforced–not only with wages but with suitable working conditions. The girl who wants another date must be sure that her friend’s behavior in inviting her and in keeping the appointment is suitably reinforced. To teach a child to read or sing or play a game effectively, we must work out a program of educational reinforcement in which appropriate responses “pay off” frequently. If the patient is to return for further counsel, the psychotherapist must make sure that the behavior of coming to him is in some measure reinforced.
We evaluate the strength of reinforcing events when we attempt to discover what someone is “getting out of life.” What consequences are responsible for his present repertoire and for the relative frequencies of the response in it? His responses to various topics of conversation tell us something, but his everyday behavior is a better guide. We infer important reinforcers from nothing more unusual than his “interest” in a writer who deals with certain subjects, in stores or museums which exhibit certain objects, in friends who participate in certain kinds of behavior, in restaurants which serve certain kinds of food, and so on. The “interest” refers to the probability which results, at least in part, from the consequences of the behavior of “taking an interest.” We may be more nearly sure of the importance of a reinforcer if we watch the behavior come and go as the reinforcer is alternately supplied and withheld, for the change in probability is then less likely to be due to an incidental change of some other sort. The behavior of associating with a particular friend varies as the friend varies in supplying reinforcement. If we observe this covariation, we may then be fairly sure of “what this friendship means” or “what our subject sees in his friend.”
This technique of evaluation may be improved for use in clinical and laboratory investigation. A direct inventory may be made by allowing a subject to look at an assortment of pictures and recording the time he spends on each. The behavior of looking at a picture is reinforced by what is seen in it. Looking at one picture may be more strongly reinforced than looking at another, and the times will vary accordingly. The information may be valuable if it is necessary for any reason to reinforce or extinguish our subject’s behavior.
(Page 75) Literature, art, and entertainment, are contrived reinforcers. Whether the public buys books, tickets to performances, and works of art depends upon whether those books, plays, concerts, or pictures are reinforcing. Frequently the artist confines himself to an exploration of what is reinforcing himself. When he does so his work “reflects his own individuality,” and it is then an accident (or a measure of universality) if his book or play or piece of music or picture is reinforcing to others. Insofar as commercial success is important, he may make a direct study of the behavior of others. (The interpretation of the activity of the writer and artist as an exploration of the reinforcing powers of certain media will be discussed in Chapter XVI.)
We cannot dispense with this survey simply by asking a man what reinforces him. His reply may be of some value, but it is by no means necessarily reliable. A reinforcing connection need not be obvious to the individual reinforced. It is often only in retrospect that one’s tendencies to behave in particular ways are seen to be the result of certain consequences, and, as we shall see in Chapter XVIII, the relation may never be seen at all even though it is obvious to others.
There are, of course, extensive differences between individual in the events which prove to be reinforcing. The differences between species are so great as scarcely to arouse interest; obviously what is reinforcing a horse need not be reinforcing to a dog or man. Among the members of a species, the extensive differences are less likely to be due to hereditary endowment, and to that extent may be traced to circumstances in the history of the individual. The fact that organisms evidently inherit the capacity to be reinforced by certain kinds of events does not help us in predicting the reinforcing effect of an untried stimulus. Nor does the relation between the reinforcing event and deprivation or any other condition of the organism endow the reinforcing event with any particular physical property. It is especially unlikely that events which have acquired their power to reinforce will be marked in a special way. Yet such events are an important species of reinforcer.
That is enough for now. At present I am up to page 95 which deals with differential reinforcement. Skinner is a most interesting read. My first view of his work was in the early 80's. The book was called “About Behaviorism.” Ciao all. ~ Maggie ~ November 22, 2008 @ 5:49 p.m. EST
The reawakening of dreams...
Within my dreams I am startled awake by words uttered by me. I do remember saying “no” in one particular dream. I do remember the back of a truck–a silver truck–18 wheeler type and although it looked like a regular type of truck, within the back was something dark. For lack of better words, I shall use the words evil or void. There is one thing sad about dreaming such things for me as they come to pass. I cannot say with certainty what is meant by what I remember for this specific dream. However, for the dream of last evening which I will not state, I am not sure what to make of it. Perhaps it is a pulling away in a silent manner or perhaps it is just the way things will be. I know not, but I will remember what I can and look for it when it comes to pass. Dreams should not find me with xanax. I should not be dreaming, but I am. It is best to dream in the day when clarity can be had and not in the night were uncertainty lays and slips of memory occur. ~ Maggie ~ November 20, 2008 @ 10:27 p.m. EST
SCIENCE AND HUMAN BEHAVIOR by B.F. SKINNER
CHAPTER V
OPERANT BEHAVIOR
WHAT EVENTS ARE REINFORCING
Page 72
In dealing with your fellow men in everyday life and in the clinic and laboratory, we may need to know just how reinforcing a specific event is. We often begin by noting the extent to which our own behavior is reinforced by the same event. This practice frequently miscarries; yet it is still commonly believed that reinforcers can be identified apart from their effects upon a particular organism. As the term is used here, however, the only defining characteristic of a reinforcing stimulus is that it reinforces.
The only way to tell whether or not a given event is reinforcing (page 73) to a given organism under given conditions it is to make a direct test. We observe the frequency of a selected response, then make an event contingent upon it and observe any changes in frequency. If there is a change, we classify the event as reinforcing to the organism under the existing conditions. There is nothing circular about classifying events in terms of their effects, the criterion is both empirical and objective. It would be circular, however, if we then went on to assert that a given event strengthens and operant because it is reinforcing. We achieve a certain success in guessing at reinforcing powers only because we have in a sense made a crude survey; we have gauged the reinforcing effect of a stimulus upon ourselves and assume the same effect upon others. We are successful only when we resemble the organism under study and when we have correctly surveyed our own behavior.
Events which are found to be reinforcing are of two sorts. Some reinforcements consist of presenting stimuli, of adding something–for example, food, water, or sexual contact–to the situation. These we call positive reinforcers. Others consist of removing something–for example, a loud noise, a very bright light, extreme cold or heat, or electric shock—from the situation. These we call negative reinforcers. In both cases the effect of reinforcement is the same–the probability of response is increased. We cannot avoid this distinction by arguing that what is reinforcing in the negative case is the absence of the bright light, loud noise, and so on; for it is absence after presence which is effective, and this is only another way of saying that the stimulus is removed. The difference between the two cases will be clearer when we consider the presentation of a negative reinforcer or the removal of a positive. These are the consequences which we call punishment (Chapter XII).
A survey of the events which reinforce a given individual is often required in the practical application of operant conditioning. In every field in which human behavior figures prominently–education–government, the family, the clinic, industry, art, literature, and so on–we are constantly changing probabilities of response by arranging reinforcing consequences. The industrialist who wants employees to work consistently and without absenteeism must make certain that (Page 74) their behavior is suitably reinforced–not only with wages but with suitable working conditions. The girl who wants another date must be sure that her friend’s behavior in inviting her and in keeping the appointment is suitably reinforced. To teach a child to read or sing or play a game effectively, we must work out a program of educational reinforcement in which appropriate responses “pay off” frequently. If the patient is to return for further counsel, the psychotherapist must make sure that the behavior of coming to him is in some measure reinforced.
We evaluate the strength of reinforcing events when we attempt to discover what someone is “getting out of life.” What consequences are responsible for his present repertoire and for the relative frequencies of the response in it? His responses to various topics of conversation tell us something, but his everyday behavior is a better guide. We infer important reinforcers from nothing more unusual than his “interest” in a writer who deals with certain subjects, in stores or museums which exhibit certain objects, in friends who participate in certain kinds of behavior, in restaurants which serve certain kinds of food, and so on. The “interest” refers to the probability which results, at least in part, from the consequences of the behavior of “taking an interest.” We may be more nearly sure of the importance of a reinforcer if we watch the behavior come and go as the reinforcer is alternately supplied and withheld, for the change in probability is then less likely to be due to an incidental change of some other sort. The behavior of associating with a particular friend varies as the friend varies in supplying reinforcement. If we observe this covariation, we may then be fairly sure of “what this friendship means” or “what our subject sees in his friend.”
This technique of evaluation may be improved for use in clinical and laboratory investigation. A direct inventory may be made by allowing a subject to look at an assortment of pictures and recording the time he spends on each. The behavior of looking at a picture is reinforced by what is seen in it. Looking at one picture may be more strongly reinforced than looking at another, and the times will vary accordingly. The information may be valuable if it is necessary for any reason to reinforce or extinguish our subject’s behavior.
(Page 75) Literature, art, and entertainment, are contrived reinforcers. Whether the public buys books, tickets to performances, and works of art depends upon whether those books, plays, concerts, or pictures are reinforcing. Frequently the artist confines himself to an exploration of what is reinforcing himself. When he does so his work “reflects his own individuality,” and it is then an accident (or a measure of universality) if his book or play or piece of music or picture is reinforcing to others. Insofar as commercial success is important, he may make a direct study of the behavior of others. (The interpretation of the activity of the writer and artist as an exploration of the reinforcing powers of certain media will be discussed in Chapter XVI.)
We cannot dispense with this survey simply by asking a man what reinforces him. His reply may be of some value, but it is by no means necessarily reliable. A reinforcing connection need not be obvious to the individual reinforced. It is often only in retrospect that one’s tendencies to behave in particular ways are seen to be the result of certain consequences, and, as we shall see in Chapter XVIII, the relation may never be seen at all even though it is obvious to others.
There are, of course, extensive differences between individual in the events which prove to be reinforcing. The differences between species are so great as scarcely to arouse interest; obviously what is reinforcing a horse need not be reinforcing to a dog or man. Among the members of a species, the extensive differences are less likely to be due to hereditary endowment, and to that extent may be traced to circumstances in the history of the individual. The fact that organisms evidently inherit the capacity to be reinforced by certain kinds of events does not help us in predicting the reinforcing effect of an untried stimulus. Nor does the relation between the reinforcing event and deprivation or any other condition of the organism endow the reinforcing event with any particular physical property. It is especially unlikely that events which have acquired their power to reinforce will be marked in a special way. Yet such events are an important species of reinforcer.
That is enough for now. At present I am up to page 95 which deals with differential reinforcement. Skinner is a most interesting read. My first view of his work was in the early 80's. The book was called “About Behaviorism.” Ciao all. ~ Maggie ~ November 22, 2008 @ 5:49 p.m. EST
The reawakening of dreams...
Within my dreams I am startled awake by words uttered by me. I do remember saying “no” in one particular dream. I do remember the back of a truck–a silver truck–18 wheeler type and although it looked like a regular type of truck, within the back was something dark. For lack of better words, I shall use the words evil or void. There is one thing sad about dreaming such things for me as they come to pass. I cannot say with certainty what is meant by what I remember for this specific dream. However, for the dream of last evening which I will not state, I am not sure what to make of it. Perhaps it is a pulling away in a silent manner or perhaps it is just the way things will be. I know not, but I will remember what I can and look for it when it comes to pass. Dreams should not find me with xanax. I should not be dreaming, but I am. It is best to dream in the day when clarity can be had and not in the night were uncertainty lays and slips of memory occur. ~ Maggie ~ November 20, 2008 @ 10:27 p.m. EST
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Beauty of a Nickle
To some a nickle is nothing or at best five cents, however, one can find a greater value in an object simply in the way it was thoughtfully given. Yes! A wonderful and simple surprise that I find value in. How wonderfully the giving was executed without my knowledge. Perhaps my child within is easily entertained, but if a child’s heart finds love and beauty in a gesture, so be it. I am thrilled with a wonderful and beautiful gesture to the point of viewing it as a treasure. To me this nickle is unlike all others, yet if mixed with all others, there would be no difference. Hence it has been placed in an antique treasure box of glass and blue velvet to be treasured as I treasure the person who gave it to me. ~ Maggie ~ November 19, 2008 @ 4:56 p.m. EST
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Sassy Jazzy Blues
Give Me The Blues
Give me some rhythm and rhyme
Springtime in bloom
In light of the Moon
Moonlight in Vermont
Billie sings and I listen
Beating with a jazzy stream
Sweet and sassy
Moves swift and classy
Sensationally sensational
Swing brother swing!
Move me...oh yeah
Beat people
Bebop treetop
Never letting it drop
Wowza wowza and wee ha!
This lady does not sing the blues
But oh, oh does she listen!
Voice of liquid chocolate satin sheen
Bring me there
I’m not square
I’m in Summertime ~ Maggie ~ November 13, 2008 @ 4:33 p.m. EST
Give me some rhythm and rhyme
Springtime in bloom
In light of the Moon
Moonlight in Vermont
Billie sings and I listen
Beating with a jazzy stream
Sweet and sassy
Moves swift and classy
Sensationally sensational
Swing brother swing!
Move me...oh yeah
Beat people
Bebop treetop
Never letting it drop
Wowza wowza and wee ha!
This lady does not sing the blues
But oh, oh does she listen!
Voice of liquid chocolate satin sheen
Bring me there
I’m not square
I’m in Summertime ~ Maggie ~ November 13, 2008 @ 4:33 p.m. EST
TO ALL ARTISTS - The Best of Compliments~
In light of words drawn
Written or spoken
Lines connected create patterns
Designed from heart
Carved from stone or wood
Colored forms wrapped and engaged
Form illustrations
Each form bears a story
Tis not a willful act that one provokes another to doing
Nay! Tis the act of doing because one can
Inspiration ignites soul to fire
Rapid to salute majestically
More so then 21 gun for the dead
Ad Infinitum for the living!
Progression and succession
Like a symphony conducted
Honed to the instruments
Making love to vibrations
Live wires entangled not strangled
Free living, breathing, being
Play a symphony for me
Crash the symbols in defiance
Pluck not violin, bow and bow
Bow to a grand performance!
Thy bow in hand held close to thy instrument
The form is creation!
Excellent concerto! Bravo...bravo...bravissimo! ~ Maggie ~ November 13, 2008 @1:52 a.m. EST
Written or spoken
Lines connected create patterns
Designed from heart
Carved from stone or wood
Colored forms wrapped and engaged
Form illustrations
Each form bears a story
Tis not a willful act that one provokes another to doing
Nay! Tis the act of doing because one can
Inspiration ignites soul to fire
Rapid to salute majestically
More so then 21 gun for the dead
Ad Infinitum for the living!
Progression and succession
Like a symphony conducted
Honed to the instruments
Making love to vibrations
Live wires entangled not strangled
Free living, breathing, being
Play a symphony for me
Crash the symbols in defiance
Pluck not violin, bow and bow
Bow to a grand performance!
Thy bow in hand held close to thy instrument
The form is creation!
Excellent concerto! Bravo...bravo...bravissimo! ~ Maggie ~ November 13, 2008 @1:52 a.m. EST
A Comment...
This was a comment that was left for a dear friend on November 13, 2008 @ 1:35 a.m. EST, but I found it worthy of a post. Much of what I write to him is poetic in nature as he inspires me and has done so for years. Thank you ever so much Demitri!
Words alone cannot depict that which I hold to in dark shadows of soul. The dark I know to be out there looming on the horizon. Nay, it does not decay with the rising of sun nor fullness of moon. It eats at me and I allow it. When there is nothing left to gnaw, I will be left empty only to be filled again once more. Tis the cycle of life. Spring to winter only to spring back with greater vigor for the next volley. When shall the ball drop? The ball shall drop when I am out of riger. *Riger mortis that is. Wee ha to life and the living of it with full heart.
I am lighting to your words, but thou hast not seen of face to know thee my expression. Perhaps I express fleeting to words defined by mind held not in vain as vanity besieges me not. Tis thou dost know!
To heart my dear and wonderful friend. To word...
ADDENDUM (not part of my comment): The ball drops from Times Square at midnight. A deceased person will go into rigor mortis, however, they also come out of it.
*Rigor mortis begins to manifest after about 3 hours (10,800 seconds or 9 which is part of 3 or tri) after death, and lasts about 72 hours (259,200 seconds or 9 if you can see it. Simply put 7 + 2 = 9. There are no double digits. Zero is just a place holder. After 9 we go into repeat.). It then disappears as proteolytic enzymes from lysosomes break down the crossbridges; that is the myosin heads detach from the actin filaments. This is known as resolution of rigor.
Words alone cannot depict that which I hold to in dark shadows of soul. The dark I know to be out there looming on the horizon. Nay, it does not decay with the rising of sun nor fullness of moon. It eats at me and I allow it. When there is nothing left to gnaw, I will be left empty only to be filled again once more. Tis the cycle of life. Spring to winter only to spring back with greater vigor for the next volley. When shall the ball drop? The ball shall drop when I am out of riger. *Riger mortis that is. Wee ha to life and the living of it with full heart.
I am lighting to your words, but thou hast not seen of face to know thee my expression. Perhaps I express fleeting to words defined by mind held not in vain as vanity besieges me not. Tis thou dost know!
To heart my dear and wonderful friend. To word...
ADDENDUM (not part of my comment): The ball drops from Times Square at midnight. A deceased person will go into rigor mortis, however, they also come out of it.
*Rigor mortis begins to manifest after about 3 hours (10,800 seconds or 9 which is part of 3 or tri) after death, and lasts about 72 hours (259,200 seconds or 9 if you can see it. Simply put 7 + 2 = 9. There are no double digits. Zero is just a place holder. After 9 we go into repeat.). It then disappears as proteolytic enzymes from lysosomes break down the crossbridges; that is the myosin heads detach from the actin filaments. This is known as resolution of rigor.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I Named It Not~
I named it not, but through a volley of words a name was given by another. A name that I had to clarify and verify. Indeed I know what it is. However, what is the value? Would not comrade, friend, brother, or pal bear more value or more substance? Me believes yes as those do not contain within the definition of their name OR.
When dealing with OR, I am looking at one thing or another as the word is not both. This is not just a matter of perspective, it is a matter of definition regardless of my perspective. I see the name as named different–perhaps more vulgar or crude–one devoid of emotion–senseless and superficial. Where lies depth and feeling? It lies on the other side of the OR–the side that is not being utilized by the other. Back to prediction of percentage: 98.99%.
Absorb I did and so wanted it named and claimed, but I could not do it. I would not do so as to cause error, but throw words I did! With clarification made and program run, decision is now left to work its magick.
To settle on the definition is not in me, but friendship is. Within friendship lies an everlasting bond of real love.
Of all things, there are two sides. Love can go unloved. Friendship can go un-befriended.
However, if substance of either course is maintained within ONE, it become whole and held in heart. It is here that superficiality is diminished for depth. ~ Maggie ~ Penned sometime in 2008 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST
When dealing with OR, I am looking at one thing or another as the word is not both. This is not just a matter of perspective, it is a matter of definition regardless of my perspective. I see the name as named different–perhaps more vulgar or crude–one devoid of emotion–senseless and superficial. Where lies depth and feeling? It lies on the other side of the OR–the side that is not being utilized by the other. Back to prediction of percentage: 98.99%.
Absorb I did and so wanted it named and claimed, but I could not do it. I would not do so as to cause error, but throw words I did! With clarification made and program run, decision is now left to work its magick.
To settle on the definition is not in me, but friendship is. Within friendship lies an everlasting bond of real love.
Of all things, there are two sides. Love can go unloved. Friendship can go un-befriended.
However, if substance of either course is maintained within ONE, it become whole and held in heart. It is here that superficiality is diminished for depth. ~ Maggie ~ Penned sometime in 2008 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Self Value/Self Worth~
Perhaps others do not hold themselves in high regard and reflect such by misinterpreting others. This is done simply because they only see their own value and apply the same value to others. I can only assume that their shallow beings do find others of the same value. I draw this conclusion based on the words used by them to me. What I see is a pattern which goes rewarded until they come into contact with one of my kind who knows the value of the self in a non-superficial form. What do their void lives mean to them? Why do they try to fill their hollow spaces with anti-matter? Does not realization come upon noting the unfulfilled nature of their endeavor? I wonder if it is even recognized as void, shapeless, unfulfilled? Who will be blamed for such? Surely not the judge of misinterpretation. Alas, the blame will be shifted away from the self as the idea of being the creator of a void is too much to bear for irresponsible shoulders. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. EST on November 11, 2008
Words~
At times words touch my heart in the most spectacular way. The words do not have to be spoken or written by someone I know in person. Words can come from someone who I have never met in the present, someone who is from the far past, or someone in the present whom I will never meet in the future. All writers leave their words as a reminder of their literary creation(s). Words read or heard bear only as much value as one gives to them. Should Shakespeare be viewed differently than Hawking? Each speak via written word–one long gone and the other through artificial means. However, both have left for the reader their personality. A creator cannot bring life to that which one does not feel. One may wonder who can one feel for physics. It is simple. There is PASSION! You can see and feel passion in the work that one loves. You will find that no matter what the subject matter is, the writer has thrown self into their work.
Can the words of Shakespeare elicit the same responses out of me? Of course! Both fill me with wonderment and curiosity, both lead me to search out something greater, and both lead me to discover SELF.
I do look forward to reading “Being and Time” by Heidegger as I look forward to reading his spin. Yes! I will find something in his work even though he is branded a Nazi. He is still a philosopher and worthy of a look. The subject matter especially from his head would be most interesting.
What is time and where is our being? I believe that our being is spread out like the universe–forever expanding and that time only exists when observed. Ah! The connecting of dots. Merely a child’s way of seeing a picture in clarity by following the numbered dots to create the sum of all parts. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. EST on November 11, 2008
Can the words of Shakespeare elicit the same responses out of me? Of course! Both fill me with wonderment and curiosity, both lead me to search out something greater, and both lead me to discover SELF.
I do look forward to reading “Being and Time” by Heidegger as I look forward to reading his spin. Yes! I will find something in his work even though he is branded a Nazi. He is still a philosopher and worthy of a look. The subject matter especially from his head would be most interesting.
What is time and where is our being? I believe that our being is spread out like the universe–forever expanding and that time only exists when observed. Ah! The connecting of dots. Merely a child’s way of seeing a picture in clarity by following the numbered dots to create the sum of all parts. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. EST on November 11, 2008
Mixing Reality With Fiction~
The number that appeared on the telephone display seemed familiar so she answered the phone. Pleasantries were exchanged in formal fashion yet an air of the familiar was upon them both.
Perhaps it was the tone of her voice that gave away the difference of her nature. She was more relaxed than he had ever known her to be. “You do not seem as violent” he stated. “You know the sub controls everything” she returned. “Yes I do” he replied.
Her back to him, she glanced out into the distance listening to his words of hurt and understanding them so clearly. She understood his professed love for a woman who did not love him as he loved her and how the financial freedom he gained in fact did not bring him happiness. Had she not told him this in the past? Yes she had. His acknowledgment came through a whimpering voice which made it all the more clear. “Give it away” she stated heartily. Turning as if to acknowledge a wounded child after losing a battle for a toy she stated “Darling, it is a matter of free will. If you love as you state you do, then accept things as they are. If you love and can let go, that would work as well for if loved in return, she will return to you.”
Having the same sentiments within her own heart, the words acted like a mirror–a mirror that reflected past events and events yet to come. “A New Year brings new things” she said openly to herself, but yet also to him.
“Do you think we should give it until after New Year’s to make resolutions?” he said in a solemn voice. “You may do as you wish. As for me, I will see where my road leads me.” Within she knew she had thought about a farewell to the supposed relationship, but she had also thought about not saying farewell at all. “Free will” she whispered to herself thereby acknowledging her own responsibility to the matter.
“How can you put up with that? You deserve more than that!” he stated with emphasis. “Look,” she stated sharply “he has been honest with me from the start. How could I in good conscience discard him for who he is? If that is his way and it does not interfere with what is why should I not be accepting?”
True to herself she did speak. Not once had she though negatively about him or any of his qualities. “The situation you are in is that you love and are not loved in return. Correct?” He nodded his head in agreement. “Well then” she continued, “you stay and tolerate–why?”
“I just want to be loved.”
“Don’t we all? However, we cannot demand love. Well actually we can, but it won’t be had.”
“Why is it so hard to be loved?”
“It is not that it is hard to be loved. Heck, look back on your own life as I have looked back on mine and see those who loved you, but whom you did not love in return. Then think if you had the balls to tell them in plain English. Frankly, I think most are afraid to state their feelings one way or the other. You know me. Hell, I told you right off the bat that I did not love you.” ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. EST sometime in 2008
Perhaps it was the tone of her voice that gave away the difference of her nature. She was more relaxed than he had ever known her to be. “You do not seem as violent” he stated. “You know the sub controls everything” she returned. “Yes I do” he replied.
Her back to him, she glanced out into the distance listening to his words of hurt and understanding them so clearly. She understood his professed love for a woman who did not love him as he loved her and how the financial freedom he gained in fact did not bring him happiness. Had she not told him this in the past? Yes she had. His acknowledgment came through a whimpering voice which made it all the more clear. “Give it away” she stated heartily. Turning as if to acknowledge a wounded child after losing a battle for a toy she stated “Darling, it is a matter of free will. If you love as you state you do, then accept things as they are. If you love and can let go, that would work as well for if loved in return, she will return to you.”
Having the same sentiments within her own heart, the words acted like a mirror–a mirror that reflected past events and events yet to come. “A New Year brings new things” she said openly to herself, but yet also to him.
“Do you think we should give it until after New Year’s to make resolutions?” he said in a solemn voice. “You may do as you wish. As for me, I will see where my road leads me.” Within she knew she had thought about a farewell to the supposed relationship, but she had also thought about not saying farewell at all. “Free will” she whispered to herself thereby acknowledging her own responsibility to the matter.
“How can you put up with that? You deserve more than that!” he stated with emphasis. “Look,” she stated sharply “he has been honest with me from the start. How could I in good conscience discard him for who he is? If that is his way and it does not interfere with what is why should I not be accepting?”
True to herself she did speak. Not once had she though negatively about him or any of his qualities. “The situation you are in is that you love and are not loved in return. Correct?” He nodded his head in agreement. “Well then” she continued, “you stay and tolerate–why?”
“I just want to be loved.”
“Don’t we all? However, we cannot demand love. Well actually we can, but it won’t be had.”
“Why is it so hard to be loved?”
“It is not that it is hard to be loved. Heck, look back on your own life as I have looked back on mine and see those who loved you, but whom you did not love in return. Then think if you had the balls to tell them in plain English. Frankly, I think most are afraid to state their feelings one way or the other. You know me. Hell, I told you right off the bat that I did not love you.” ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. EST sometime in 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
From the pages of Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Please forgive any typos of this writ as I actually typed this from the book and did not cheat in doing a cut and paste so please note that I did this with love. When reading this, if you do read this, gather from it what you will as all is a matter of perspective. There are some of you who may see several views depending on where you stand intellectually. Enjoy! ~ Maggie
Page 670
The door of the structure was a straight, smooth sheet of stainless steel, softly lustrous and bluish in the sun. Above it, cut in the granite, as the only feature of the building's rectangular austerity, there stood and inscription:
I SWEAR BY MY LIFE AND MY LOVE OF IT THAT I WILL NEVER (page 671) LIVE FOR THE SAKE OF ANOTHER MAN NOR ASK ANOTHER MAN TO LIVE FOR ME.
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We are on strike...
...Every other kind and class have stopped, when they so wished, and have presented demands to the world, claiming to be indispensable–except the men who have carried the world on their shoulders, have kept it alive, have endured torture as sole payment, but have never walked out on the human race. Well, their turn has come. Let the world discover who they are, what they do and what happens when they refuse to function. This is the strike of the men of the mind, Miss Taggart. This is the mind on strike...
..."Through all the ages," he said, "the mind has been regarded as evil, and every form of insult: from heretic to materialist to exploiter–every form of iniquity: from exile to disfranchisement to expropriation–every form of torture: from sneers to rack to firing squad–have been brought down upon those who assumed the responsibility of looking at the world through the eyes of a living consciousness and performing the crucial act of rational connection.
Page 678
Yet only to the extent to which–in chains, in dungeons, in hidden corners, in the cells of philosophers, in the shops of trader–some men continued to think, only to that extent was humanity able to survive. Through all the centuries of the worship of the mindless, whatever stagnation humanity chose to endure, whatever brutality to practice–it was only by the grace of the men who perceived that wheat must have water in order to grow, that stones laid in a curve will form an arch, that two and two makes four, that love is not served by torture and life is not fed by destruction–only by the grace of those men did the rest of them learn to experience moments when they caught the spark of being human, and only the sum of such moments permitted them to continue to exist. It was the men of the mind who taught them to bake their bread, to heal their wounds, to forge their weapons and to build the jails into which they threw him. He was the man of extravagant energy–and reckless generosity–who knew that stagnation is not man's fate, that impotence is not his nature, that the ingenuity of his mind is his noblest and most joyous power–and in service to that love of existence he was alone to feel, he went on working, working at any price, working for his despoilers, for his jailers, for his torturers, pay with his life for the privilege of saving theirs. This was his glory and his guilt–that he let them teach him to feel guilty of his glory, to accept the part of the sacrificial animal and, in punishment for the sin of intelligence, to perish on the altars of the brutes. The tragic joke of human history is that on any of the altars men erected, it was always man who they immolated and the animal whom they enshrined. It was always the animal's attributes, not man's, that humanity worshiped: the idol of instinct and the idol of force–the mystics and the kings–the mystics, who longed for an irresponsible consciousness and ruled by means of the claim that their dark emotions were superior to reason, that knowledge came in blind, causeless fits, blindly to be followed, not doubted–and the kings, who ruled by means of claws and muscles, with conquest as their method and looting as their aim, with a club or a gun as sole sanction of their power. The defenders of man's souls were concerned with his feelings, and the defenders of man's body were concerned with his stomach–but both were united against hi mind. Yet no one, not the lowest of humans, is ever able fully to renounce his brain. No one has ever believed in the irrational; what they do believe in is the unjust. Whenever a man denounces the mind, it is because his goal is of a nature the mind would not permit him to confess. When he preaches contradictions, he does so in the knowledge that someone will accept the burden of the impossible, someone will make it work for him at the price of his own suffering of life; destruction is the price of any contradiction. It is the victims who made injustice possible. It is the men of reason who made it possible for the rule of the brute to work. The despoiling of reason has been the motive of every anti-reason creed on earth. The despoiling of ability has been the purpose of every creed that preached self-sacrifice. The despoilers have always know it. We haven't. The time has come for us to see what we are now asked to worship, what has once been dressed as God or king is (page 679) naked, twisted, mindless figure of the human Incompetent. This is the new ideal, the goal to aim at, the purpose to live for, and all men are to be rewarded according to how close they approach it. This is the age of the common man, they tell us– a title which any man may claim to the extent of such distinction as he has managed not to achieve. He will rise to a rank of nobility by means of the effort he has failed to make, he will be honored for such virtue as he has not displayed, and he will be paid for the goods which he did not produce. But we–we, who must atone for the guilt of ability–we will work to support him as he orders, with his pleasure as our only reward. Since we have the most to contribute, we will have the least to say. Since we have the better capacity to think, we will not be permitted a thought of our own. Since we have the judgement to act, we will not be permitted an action of our choice. We will work under directives and controls, issued by those who are incapable of working. They will dispose of our energy, because they have none to offer, and of our product, because they can't produce. Do you say that this is impossible, that it cannot be make to work? They know it, but it is you who don't–and thye are counting on you not to know it. They are counting on you to go on, to work to the limit of the inhuman and to feed them while you last--and when you collapse, there will be another victim starting out and feeding them, while struggling to survive–and the span of each succeeding victim will shorter, and while you'll die to leave them a railroad, your last descendant-in-spirit will die to leave them a loaf of bread. This does not worry the looters of the moment. Their plan–like all the plans of all the royal looters of the past–is only that the loot shall last their lifetime. It has always lasted before, because in one generation they could not run out of victims. But this time–it will not last. The victims are on strike. We are on strike against martyrdom–and against the moral code that demands it. We are on strike against those who believe that one man must exist for the sake of another. We are on strike against the morality of cannibals, be ti practiced in body or spirit. We will not deal with men on any terms but our–and our terms are a moral code which holds that man is an end in himself and not the means to any end of others. We do not seek to force our code upon them. They are free to believe what they please. But, for once, they will have to believe it and to exist–without our help. And, once and for all, they will learn the meaning of their creed. That creed has lasted for centuries solely by the sanction of the victims–by means of the victims' acceptance of punishment for breaking a code impossible to practice. But that code was intended to be broken. It is a code that thrives not on those who observe it, but on those who don't, a morality kept in existence not by virtue of its saints, but by the grace of its sinners. We have decided not to be sinners any longer. We have ceased breaking that moral code. We shall blast it out of existence forever by the one method that it can't withstand: by obeying it. We are obeying it. We are complying. In dealing with our fellow men, we are observing their code of values to the letter and sparing them all the evils they denounce. The mind is evil? We have withdrawn the works of our (page 680) minds from society, and not a single idea of ours is to be known or used by men. Ability is a selfish evil that leaves no chance to those who are less able? We have withdrawn from the competition and left all chances open to incompetents. The pursuit of wealth is greed, the root of all evil? We do not seek to make fortunes any longer. It is evil to earn more than on's bare sustenance? We take nothing but the lowliest jobs and we produce, by the effort of our muscles, no more than we consume for our immediate needs–with not a penny nor an inventive thought left over to harm the world. It is evil to succeed, since success is made by the strong at the expense of the weak? We have ceased burdening the weak with our ambition and have left them free to prosper without us. It is evil to be an employer? There is no form of enjoyment that we seek from their world, and–this was hardest for us to attain–what we now feel for their world is that emotion which they preach as an idea: Indifference–the blank–the zero–the mark of death....We are giving men everything they've professed to want and to seek as virtue for centuries. Now let them see whether they want it."
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"...Let him–and those who entrust him their children's minds–have exactly that which they demand: a world of intellectuals without intellect and of thinkers who proclaim that they cannot think. I am conceding it. I am complying. And when they see the absolute reality of their non-absolute world, I will not be there and it will not be I who will pay the price of their contradictions."
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The door of the structure was a straight, smooth sheet of stainless steel, softly lustrous and bluish in the sun. Above it, cut in the granite, as the only feature of the building's rectangular austerity, there stood and inscription:
I SWEAR BY MY LIFE AND MY LOVE OF IT THAT I WILL NEVER (page 671) LIVE FOR THE SAKE OF ANOTHER MAN NOR ASK ANOTHER MAN TO LIVE FOR ME.
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We are on strike...
...Every other kind and class have stopped, when they so wished, and have presented demands to the world, claiming to be indispensable–except the men who have carried the world on their shoulders, have kept it alive, have endured torture as sole payment, but have never walked out on the human race. Well, their turn has come. Let the world discover who they are, what they do and what happens when they refuse to function. This is the strike of the men of the mind, Miss Taggart. This is the mind on strike...
..."Through all the ages," he said, "the mind has been regarded as evil, and every form of insult: from heretic to materialist to exploiter–every form of iniquity: from exile to disfranchisement to expropriation–every form of torture: from sneers to rack to firing squad–have been brought down upon those who assumed the responsibility of looking at the world through the eyes of a living consciousness and performing the crucial act of rational connection.
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Yet only to the extent to which–in chains, in dungeons, in hidden corners, in the cells of philosophers, in the shops of trader–some men continued to think, only to that extent was humanity able to survive. Through all the centuries of the worship of the mindless, whatever stagnation humanity chose to endure, whatever brutality to practice–it was only by the grace of the men who perceived that wheat must have water in order to grow, that stones laid in a curve will form an arch, that two and two makes four, that love is not served by torture and life is not fed by destruction–only by the grace of those men did the rest of them learn to experience moments when they caught the spark of being human, and only the sum of such moments permitted them to continue to exist. It was the men of the mind who taught them to bake their bread, to heal their wounds, to forge their weapons and to build the jails into which they threw him. He was the man of extravagant energy–and reckless generosity–who knew that stagnation is not man's fate, that impotence is not his nature, that the ingenuity of his mind is his noblest and most joyous power–and in service to that love of existence he was alone to feel, he went on working, working at any price, working for his despoilers, for his jailers, for his torturers, pay with his life for the privilege of saving theirs. This was his glory and his guilt–that he let them teach him to feel guilty of his glory, to accept the part of the sacrificial animal and, in punishment for the sin of intelligence, to perish on the altars of the brutes. The tragic joke of human history is that on any of the altars men erected, it was always man who they immolated and the animal whom they enshrined. It was always the animal's attributes, not man's, that humanity worshiped: the idol of instinct and the idol of force–the mystics and the kings–the mystics, who longed for an irresponsible consciousness and ruled by means of the claim that their dark emotions were superior to reason, that knowledge came in blind, causeless fits, blindly to be followed, not doubted–and the kings, who ruled by means of claws and muscles, with conquest as their method and looting as their aim, with a club or a gun as sole sanction of their power. The defenders of man's souls were concerned with his feelings, and the defenders of man's body were concerned with his stomach–but both were united against hi mind. Yet no one, not the lowest of humans, is ever able fully to renounce his brain. No one has ever believed in the irrational; what they do believe in is the unjust. Whenever a man denounces the mind, it is because his goal is of a nature the mind would not permit him to confess. When he preaches contradictions, he does so in the knowledge that someone will accept the burden of the impossible, someone will make it work for him at the price of his own suffering of life; destruction is the price of any contradiction. It is the victims who made injustice possible. It is the men of reason who made it possible for the rule of the brute to work. The despoiling of reason has been the motive of every anti-reason creed on earth. The despoiling of ability has been the purpose of every creed that preached self-sacrifice. The despoilers have always know it. We haven't. The time has come for us to see what we are now asked to worship, what has once been dressed as God or king is (page 679) naked, twisted, mindless figure of the human Incompetent. This is the new ideal, the goal to aim at, the purpose to live for, and all men are to be rewarded according to how close they approach it. This is the age of the common man, they tell us– a title which any man may claim to the extent of such distinction as he has managed not to achieve. He will rise to a rank of nobility by means of the effort he has failed to make, he will be honored for such virtue as he has not displayed, and he will be paid for the goods which he did not produce. But we–we, who must atone for the guilt of ability–we will work to support him as he orders, with his pleasure as our only reward. Since we have the most to contribute, we will have the least to say. Since we have the better capacity to think, we will not be permitted a thought of our own. Since we have the judgement to act, we will not be permitted an action of our choice. We will work under directives and controls, issued by those who are incapable of working. They will dispose of our energy, because they have none to offer, and of our product, because they can't produce. Do you say that this is impossible, that it cannot be make to work? They know it, but it is you who don't–and thye are counting on you not to know it. They are counting on you to go on, to work to the limit of the inhuman and to feed them while you last--and when you collapse, there will be another victim starting out and feeding them, while struggling to survive–and the span of each succeeding victim will shorter, and while you'll die to leave them a railroad, your last descendant-in-spirit will die to leave them a loaf of bread. This does not worry the looters of the moment. Their plan–like all the plans of all the royal looters of the past–is only that the loot shall last their lifetime. It has always lasted before, because in one generation they could not run out of victims. But this time–it will not last. The victims are on strike. We are on strike against martyrdom–and against the moral code that demands it. We are on strike against those who believe that one man must exist for the sake of another. We are on strike against the morality of cannibals, be ti practiced in body or spirit. We will not deal with men on any terms but our–and our terms are a moral code which holds that man is an end in himself and not the means to any end of others. We do not seek to force our code upon them. They are free to believe what they please. But, for once, they will have to believe it and to exist–without our help. And, once and for all, they will learn the meaning of their creed. That creed has lasted for centuries solely by the sanction of the victims–by means of the victims' acceptance of punishment for breaking a code impossible to practice. But that code was intended to be broken. It is a code that thrives not on those who observe it, but on those who don't, a morality kept in existence not by virtue of its saints, but by the grace of its sinners. We have decided not to be sinners any longer. We have ceased breaking that moral code. We shall blast it out of existence forever by the one method that it can't withstand: by obeying it. We are obeying it. We are complying. In dealing with our fellow men, we are observing their code of values to the letter and sparing them all the evils they denounce. The mind is evil? We have withdrawn the works of our (page 680) minds from society, and not a single idea of ours is to be known or used by men. Ability is a selfish evil that leaves no chance to those who are less able? We have withdrawn from the competition and left all chances open to incompetents. The pursuit of wealth is greed, the root of all evil? We do not seek to make fortunes any longer. It is evil to earn more than on's bare sustenance? We take nothing but the lowliest jobs and we produce, by the effort of our muscles, no more than we consume for our immediate needs–with not a penny nor an inventive thought left over to harm the world. It is evil to succeed, since success is made by the strong at the expense of the weak? We have ceased burdening the weak with our ambition and have left them free to prosper without us. It is evil to be an employer? There is no form of enjoyment that we seek from their world, and–this was hardest for us to attain–what we now feel for their world is that emotion which they preach as an idea: Indifference–the blank–the zero–the mark of death....We are giving men everything they've professed to want and to seek as virtue for centuries. Now let them see whether they want it."
Page 681
"...Let him–and those who entrust him their children's minds–have exactly that which they demand: a world of intellectuals without intellect and of thinkers who proclaim that they cannot think. I am conceding it. I am complying. And when they see the absolute reality of their non-absolute world, I will not be there and it will not be I who will pay the price of their contradictions."
Currently reading Page 709 of the 50th Anniversary Edition. ~ Arachne ~ November 10, 2008 @ 10:43 p.m. EST
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