Witches and War June 21, 2011

Thank you, I’ always trying to use a good wording, but when writing in the English language it’s a little bit more difficult for me than in German and it particularly takes more time.  When writing in my home language, especially in some chats, I drew the words faster than “Billy the kid” his sixgun!   But in English I think I better shun any wordfight…..

To answer your question about witches is a little bit difficult, because it’s a theme that leads from the medieval age till our century, only in some different facets.   Concerning the ancient witches, Heinrich Kramer, James Sprenger and all the others self-constituted witch-finders in England, Germany, the Netherlands and not to forgot the most cruel of all, Torquemada of Spain.   In my eyes they’re all alike at the bottom, they use the definition of “witch, heretic, magician," and so on, as a synonym for people they are afraid of. For people they can’ t understand cause their minds are too small.   And so these people may be a potential danger for their social position, or better their personal might. So they must vanish!   The easiest and best way was to denounce them to be in conspiration with some dark forces of the evil.  The rest will be done by the public opinion.  And, proofed by the history, it worked very well.

The women of this times only had the additional problem, that in the eyes of the medieval clerics they should have to do absolute nothing with any kind of science or so.   And if they did anyhow, they must be not normal woman, they must be something strange. So the clerics decided: “Let’s call them witches, amour of demons.”    The males didn’t have this fundamental problem, so they must be extremely strange to get the privilege to be denounced as a magician or a heretic.  But a few succeeded,like Giordano Bruno, Galileo Galilei or Michele de Nostredame .

And not to forget Jaques de Molay and Geoffroy de Charnay, burned at the stake with many others of the Templar Knights by King Phillipp IV of France.  Certainly for being heretics and sodomists to gather the peoples at Phillips side.  The truth was that Phillips kingdom was totally out of money and he wanted to have the big treasures of the Templars to restore his decrepit situation.  And to gather the people was very easy, cause many of them also had bank loans at the Templars.

So that’s my opinion about the real character of the so called witches only a substitute for inconvenient people, who have had the pity to be at the wrong time at the wrong place.  But this only could happen in the medieval times, the century of enlightenment changed all this. Today science and analysis are established and such things like denouncing an other cause he only has an other opinion about some things is impossible

Isn’t it ???

Here is a small fairytale:

Once upon a time in the Land of the unlimited options there was a famous wizard. He was very ingenious, and his King was in a great dangers to get smashed by an evil enemy.  So the king demanded the wizard to build him a weapon that is strong enough to destroy the enemy and to save his kingdom. The wizard was a great patriot  and using all his magic spells and with the help of many fairies and dwarfts he finally succeded !

He has build the weapon for the king and he called her “Trinity”

But in the moment, the wizard tested the weapon the first time, he immediately realized what he has done!   Like Prometheus, he had stolen the divine fire from the gods, to give it to the ignorant mankind. Afraid of what’ he had done he said: “Now I’m become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”   But it was to late, the king takes the weapon and won his war.

A few years later there was another enemy that bothers the king.  Again he went to the wizard and demands a weapon much stronger than the last one to smash the new enemy like he did with the last.  The wizzard refused and said: “No, my king, I failed last time, the result will blame my soul for ever I will never do it again!”

By hearing this the king gets angry and he will bring the wizard to a tribunal.  He will accuse him to be a...what’s the hell what???  A wizard? a witch? a heretic????   No,no,no -times had changed, this words are mega out, none of them will convince the people, the king needs a new slogan.

Night after night,he reflected to find a new outrage, he can blame at the wizard with. -Finaly one of his advisers hat a brilliant idea: “Let’s call him and all the others in our kingdom, that have dissenting opinions “Kommunists!”

This works as well, as calling someone a “witch” in the medieval age, suddenly all the people of the kingdom are against the commendable wizard, he lost all his privileges and was send to exile for retirement.

Nice fairytale, isn’t it ?

It’s a fairytale that happened in a century long, long ago.   And It’s nice, cause it has ended peacefully, the king gets his weapon from an other wizard, but the enemy also has a wizards with the same talents.   He also builds his king the weapon, and he also had the same twinges of concience. His king also accused him and send him to exile.  But a few years later mankind recognised the earnings of the two wizards.  The first one got rehabilitated and decorated with a price for his merits to control this kind of weapons and the other wizard was decorated with the Nobel Price of Peace.

I think this solution is much better then the medieval one, maybe mankind is growing more and more out of her kiddy shoes.  Perhaps in another two or three centurys she will be adult.  And adults uses witches only in fairytales for their childrens and not as victims to hide their own fears and imperfections.

This Fairytale above also bring us to the other Theme.  Both of the wizards are like Faust,they sold their souls to a “Mephisto like” person to get more knowledge of the “What the world fits together in her interior core.”   Faust recognized what kind of sacrilege he has done, in the moment his “Gretchen” died in prison.

The two wizards in the moment, they broke the seal, that fits the “world” together.   A third wizard didn’t had have such compunctions, he first sold his soul to a demon, to get the money to play with his fancy toys, doesn’t matter what this toys will harm. When the demon gets out of money, this wizard immediately resold his soul to the king, to get more money so he can build bigger toys. This wizard wasn’t accused at all, he was decorated with everything the king can offer, and he always was the public's darling, till he died in prosperity and glory.

He never reflected, what one of his inventions will cause, he never worried about, where the workers will come from, that are building his toys, he never wasted one thought, where the money is coming from, if only it comes in time.

The first two wizards are only remembered by a few scientists and historians.  The third one will be in the minds of mankind forever, cause he was the one who brought the man to the moon!   The first two wizards were accused for being “witches.”  The third one was honored and adored.

Now my two final questions:
First: Which one of them is the better one ?????
Second: Must a “witch” or a wizard always be the bad one ?????

And to make the answers a little bit more difficult, just like Pauline Réage did by disclaiming the last chapter of “Story of O”.   Be sure, If I had been the third wizard, I did just like him, cause I also like to play with expensive toys………

Have a nice time
Jonny wizard of the words

(Not to confound with J.Robert Oppenheimer, Andrei Sacharow or Wernher von Braun)

Oh I’ve forgotten a little Item concerning you, I always had the feeling, you remembers me to someone, that may also be the reason, I send the mail to you, not your profile, it was your picture.  Now I’d found it in the deepest bytes of my memory. It was in the early 1970 th In a cinema, the movie was called “Soldier blue” The voice of the singer was fascinating, as well as the Lyrics of the song. After the movie I baught the record of the kanadian singer at the cinema box office. The picture of the singer was at the cover. Buffy Sainte Marie. Just have a look at youtube for her
“Soldier blue.”  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3ZinGhUZ_8

and her most popular song which is always ascribed to Donovan, but written by her and perfect fitting to the fairytale above "Universal Soldier."  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGWsGyNsw00&feature=related

A poem and an explanation

I had written a poem and I was asked to explain it. First is the poem and then the explanation. Okies? Good. Let me know if it makes sense to you.

I have yet to name it~

Homer was a loner who never went to Paris, but who so spoke of him. Now, my man Virgil spoke of what happened after the fall. It was rather Romanesque, but architecture had nothing to do with it. He also did the rounds a la Dante. I thought it was hot on the spot at nine. Number nine repeating a beat of conception without reception because the antennas were down. Don’t frown! Alas cry for it was never paradise despite being a divine comedy. Do I detect a paradox? - Arachne

THE SIMPLE EXPLANATION:

Homer wrote the Iliad and the Odyssey in which he writes about the Trojan war. Paris took Helen and caused Troy to fall. Paris was a person and not a place. Anyway, It is a beautifully written Greek tragedy.

Virgil wrote Aeneid from a Roman point of view. The main character Aeneas was also a character of Homer's Iliad and Virgil wrote of him finishing his journey in Rome.

The reference was made about Dante in regard to Virgil's trek with him through the nine levels of hell with the ninth being the worst one. The Divine Comedy consists of three books: Inferno, Purgartorio, and Paradiso in that order.

I use the number nine to represent the number of months for gestation of a human embryo. The repetition represents the continuation of life as well as the continuation of the nine levels of the Inferno which represent the nature a human exhibits albeit to varying degrees.

To cry because it was never paradise is to reference Paridiso. How can any of it be a comedy divine or otherwise? Even paradise can be lost according to John Milton.

An attempt at dictation~

Oh my fickle brain how are you cease to be lying idol diamond tired and spent weekly weekly there are things that you haven’t thought about an avenue shit to be explored.  What mistakes could be made from Siri as she wrangles with my words like bullets shit out of a machine’s ass? How do I examine such? How do I begin to explore this apparatus? Is it even worth the bother? As a back up my hard drives, not once but twice, I sit here and think I can.  I contemplate why would I go through all this effort only to possibly wreck two computers? Technically I wouldn’t be wrecking them although they might be kind of splintered for a bit until I could put them back together again. He thinks I should step away from Chuckie shit although I haven’t Kentucky shit for quite a while and step back into philosophy. All the granting And Gloria’s philosophy. Whose dick is splintered now? Dictation should be left to tape as machines in themselves have not conquered human language to perfection nor can it recognize the different catchy accents. I will leave this bumbling mess to be what it is, but it is not what it started to be. Oh it’s far far too altered.

It pains me to write this:

If you know me, you know that I don’t believe in god. However, after all the “oh god” and “jesus,  jesus, jesus” that I’ve been spewing out of my atheist mouth, you would swear that I was a major holy roller. 

Last night while on the toilet talking to my friend, I was experiencing a lot of pain and was moaning out my oh gods and jesus, when I remembered Sunday’s offering. I started to tell her how I was offered communion by the hospital's priest.  As I don’t believe in god(s), devil(s), Santa, nor the tooth fairy, I realize that my calling of god would have as much meaning as me moaning out a couple of satans or beelzebubs.  I pondered aloud to her the why am I saying oh god instead of oh satan? For that matter, why not Oh Christmas Tree? 

Meh. I just remembered how god is moaned out during sex as well. I guess the meds are kicking in. 

Romance is still in fashion-

I see romance in the longing looks when eyes lock and lovingly drink in features that are new or very well known and worn. Romance exists in the soft stroke to a cheek, the lightest of touch to tousled strands to set them straight, or the gentle rub of one’s back just because.
I see loving cuddles with small kisses to the forehead or nap of the neck seeking nothing further. It is not hard to understand how applications of such administers so much warmth and love that is made large in whispers of sweet nothings. Not all is roses. ~ Arachne

Looking for a Muse

Looking for a muse who won’t allow my brain to snooze from ingesting mundane mutterings which lack substance
If substance is necessary then so be it to open my eyes to skies of color existing in another realm
I have seen the other side with its altered space, sounds, and things and I can somewhat go back to the EXPERIENCE of Hendrix  tripping on purple haze
Ah, to gaze upon that which only I can see and interact with accordingly - those special moments of seeing another dimension interacting with this one without going insane from the other - staying in the game to see things at a later time that are also not there! I am aware and I  relish the hotdog that I don’t have
"Thank you sir, may I have another"  is just another slap on the ass
Where is my muse! - Arachne March 6, 2019 @ 1:38 pm

BlacKkKlansman: Thoughts of Spike Lee’s Flick

Just saw Spike Lee’s BlacKkKlansman. Art imitating life. What a sad history we have of perpetrating violence against those not like us.  The movie starts in the late 60’s to early 70’s and reflects the bigotry and racism of a time that seemed to have retreated somewhat. With Dump’s help, the vermin have come out of the woodwork and we have gone and are still going backwards. For the first time, I got to see what happened in Charlottesville, Va and I was horrified by hate. I thank Spike Lee for sending us back and bringing us forward to see how little things have actually changed. I highly recommend this flick in the event you haven’t seen it. #BlackLivesMatter #PowerToThePeople

Feeling the Bern 2020

As I watched Bernie’s rally in Brooklyn on C-SPAN, I was energized as I harmonized on words his mouth released. His vocalization of our situation played the tune of not too soon noting a repeat of yesterday. It was not only he who talked of yesterday, his days and ours, colored by the influence of separation, but by today’s sames that are tossed upon us by those who know not our plight. Where comes our might?  #NotMeUs It is only through we the people that change can come about. We are conquered when we are divided, but united, we can accomplish anything. Thank you #BernieSanders for filling my heart with love in these divided days of hate. ♥️ #PowerToThePeople

Posits on Creation

A conversation could turn into a story because something in you could spark me into the space where everything is up for grabs. It is like being high without the use of psychedelic drugs. Then again, having used psychedelic drugs, it is cool to look back and say, I don't need the pill. Oh, the pill does not allow for conception, but in this case conception is an concept constructed in the abstract region of a place with no name. The doors are locked and the key is behind my back. Somewhat like Alice down the rabbits hole, but not. It may seem that I have sniffed way too much glue and have gone insane. By the way, that hat I am wearing is real and I am the mad hatter.

Do you see right now the how and what we do? The strange engage of letters to form words which then form into a flow of who knows what and what not? There is sense in nonsense or so it seems. Seemingly all things are possible when looking with eyes wide closed and floating in a sea of air that is not there nor are we. You see? Ah, the ingestion of another's thoughts feel scrambled and taste rightly so. To spit what might be shit is a chance taken. I am leaping in small doses, but at least I am leaping. ~ Arachne

Mom~

No sleep...thinking...crying ...talking to myself and talking to you...trying to take my mind off things...listening to Pink Floyd's "The Divisional Bell"...writing code...looking at pictures...remembering...YOU. Time flies, but it feels like just yesterday in so many ways...where is numb...sucking her thumb trying to embrace the world back in the womb...floating in water as I listen to your heart beat...for evermore..going home...

I miss you mom and my heart is breaking.  

L1f3~

3nt3rt41n th3 1d34 1f y0u w1ll th4t 4ll 4r3 cr34t3d 3qu4l. Tun3 1n 4nd y0u w1ll find th3 1d34 1s str1ctly th4t-4n 1d34 wh1ch w4s n3v3r m34nt t0 c0m3 1nt0 fru1t10n. 3qu4l1ty 1s 4n 1llus10n. Th3 f4t4l m1rr0r must b3 br0k3n. ~ Arachne Thurs. June 30, 2016 in the PM EST

Avoiding Tragedy...

The light bulb has finally come on and, with full realization, I am grateful.  I had thought I felt something and wanted something, however, the advance notice of the foghorn laid clear my direction.  Although I had opposed the direction, I see that had I got what I thought I wanted, I would be running for my life as the idea is not ideal. Nay!  A fool’s wish is best wished for and never exacted nor enacted.  Oh the tragedy it would have created.  Some tragedies create lovely literature whilst others make none.  The unfortunate, which is truly fortunate, circumstance remains simplistic and acts as a cradle of safety in which I will nestle and become part of while maintaining an unnamed role. 

How do you feel?  I am not sure that I do.
What do you see?  Not much.  How about you?
What do you taste?  It is not the bitters of hate.
What do you hear?  I hear it’s too late.
How does it smell?  It could be worse.
What do you think?  Juxtapose a blessing with a curse.

Eight is Ogdoad, that which when tipped, represents ad infinitum.  However, nine being Ennead is fine and mine.  Ennead, for all intents and purposes, represents both the beginning and the end much like Uroboros (zero) for a return to Monad (one) is inevitable.  How might Ouroboros come to Monad?  In its constant coming into being and not, the plausibility of the virtual remains.  And, while in its virtual nature, all things are possible.

Untitled

I stare at the tick-tock of my clock and watch as the pendulum swings ever so...ah yes, as if moved by an invisible hand...it is now, and may forever be, 5:40...whether it is a.m. or p.m. is of no consequence...I am still alive not knowing inside whether to live or die... now, later, tomorrow, or never... the mirror reflects echos of light passing through a window *pained with reflections staring into space...streaked are they with markings of some lost or forgotten soul... shadows cascade themselves along the walls cloning life with illustrations of what is but also of what could be...the red stained glass sits idle waiting to be filled...a pillow welcomes me and I accept

*The word “pained” is intended as pane was not.

At this moment...here lies the scrambled~

His cloth outweighs his shining sabotage while the bird admires a single era. Should the prayer he speaks beneath his breath rail opposite against another heated blade? Why can't the Angle react? The exhaust seats the lisp across the net’s breath. ~ Arachne ~ January 29, 2015 @ 1:344 a.m. EST

Incorporated:

The arrogant eagle repels pellets from wind blown waste lost in a waterfall. Blinds that bind hold him sturdy like a peculiar horse who rides to bite the carrot, but who goes hungry upon the march. Why can’t the amplifier prohibit this spectacle? The diameter of the image reminds me of the vintage and the offender worries not. The continent has stamped a disclaimer on the bottom of the volunteer’s coat. You can read it during the freeze.

His cloth outweighs his shining sabotage while the bird admires a single era. Should the prayer he speaks beneath his breath rail opposite against another heated blade? Why can't the Angle react? The exhaust seats the lisp across the net’s breath.

Behind the naughty cash gossip lies a structural appendix. The whim fries the lonely producer into a seedless wonder. The mild recipient pulses before the upstairs ground. A kingdom frowns!

Can a penny parade? The astronomy pinches a live borderline. An oil flies his winter childhood around the dead. His unambiguous pope leaks on top of the echo. Junkie situates pope under the corrupting smoker. Pope optimizes junkie with the alarming fuse. Should pope purge into an autobiography? His holding some soup fools junkie into submission.

Our supermarket colors near a perfect ingredient! Pope marries junkie and joins the party and then shoots some of the annoyed worshipers. The changeover orbits an impressive movie within the skirt. Pope does not shy away, but instead degenerates in the lunch having himself become part of the soup that he had been holding. The alien triumphs inside the image!

The chapter gathers a target. Junkie fiddles within a deserted grammar that only she understands. Pope sticks the unwilling worshipers inside the drowned theater because the suffering arc reflects a movie that the producer did not complete. The movie dumps acid under snow. The technique battles junkies inside the curriculum. Pope pours the rest inside a trapped campus.

The whim withdraws and the fallen descend underneath the icon while the gun waves with each purge. The cosmology messes with a poison within the said punch. Though every parent scratches the princely ass, the ozone shuts the gas.  Against the fairy vinyl kids lies an empty age. A rubbish breaks. Junkies rock beside worshipers. My imagined sheep are wasted and defeated.

The leading murder delays the kept night. How will our space pulse? How can an arithmetic slave? The delicious choral flushes a soap.

The bending evil stages the fleet catalog. Whatever graduate exists without the motive! An improbable cloud nicknames the ram under the starred cough. How can a bone void wed the inventor?  Paint reminds our myth. Smoke resides inside paint. The integrate school stakes smoke inside the iron. A composite hurries the percentage. Smoke wolfs a bookshop outside his provoked director. The variant works throughout the bullet. The hairy interpreter aims the landscape. An observer replaces your difficult soldier without the gulf. Does the paint bark opposite a concluding tour? A struck echo expresses a terrorist.

DRAFT (Continuation of Thoughts at 5:00 a.m.)

Housed in a glass observation deck, a monocled bonobo monkey sits crossed legged on the desk with his elbows on his knees observing the observers. His multicolor coat and his rose-colored monocle add character to his otherwise drab fur. Indeed, he is a character deserving of color. Having heard of the accomplishments of rat’s experiment with a human, he decided to visit the lab so that he could report his findings to his colleagues.

Our cages are in line giving the appearance of a stage to the audience of the lab rat and the monocled bonobo monkey. The stage is set and the show goes as such:

My dis-ease is easing and I have run the maze correctly more times than I can count. Lion longed for the chase of days gone by as he was rewarded with a tasty salad with ranch dressing. Since his services are no longer required, he sits starved in his cage much like Kafka’s Hunger Artist...the lion is the man and not the panther. The lion also did not choose to starve as the man did. At present, he licks his lips while observing the rat. The poor beast is starving and he has the right to beef about it.
He doesn’t give a rat’s ass.

The glassed in office of the lab rat that sports the lab coat, allows for us, the caged test subjects, to observe him as he observes us. However, ever since bear quit, rat has taken on too many hours and is thus not on point or en pointe, but he dances nonetheless. With arms and legs flowing to some music that only he can hear, we watch the effect of the two (2) hits of purple haze. We know that he is too far off to hear the likes of what pit bull is playing. No longer is he interested in external experiments as he is looking to experiment from the inside. Wine is fine, but whisky’s quicker...suicide is slow with liquor. Gone is his scotch and champagne glass. Rumor has it that he is setting up a lab to process DMT as a sideline.

Beaver, having completed his shift, exits stage left. Rabbit, having given up chastity, created a home dungeon where she and beaver take turns in being tops and bottoms in games of S&M. She preaches no more about the righteousness of chastity, but does boast about the delights of rough sex. Sloth is confused by the turn of events, however, at the same time, he is amused. He always had a stash of porno mags in his desk drawer, he jerked off regularly (in front of us), and donated his sperm for profit...or so we’ve heard. He is eager to hear of beaver’s escapades as it gets him off.

Bear, not being able to bear another minute of graveyard shifts, had turned in his resignation. He is now employed at a national park. As his alcohol abuse was a result of work, he joined the 12 step program and has been sober for 3 days. Although he still “sleeps ‘it’ off,” he does so in a small cave. His swanky crib was freely given to beaver and rabbit to “do their thing.”

Chimp and gorilla are still playing chess, however, I heard them mention strip poker only to laugh the idea off. Nonetheless, they have been given a deck of cards and perhaps they will play 21 (blackjack) or crazy 8s. Then again, duces and jacks, the man with the axe, but a natural pair of 7s beats all, may do them justice. They now don bandanas of red and blue respectively (Bloods and Crips).

Pit bull, despite dancing Swan Lake without toe shoes nor a tutu has since requested and was given a computer. Word has it that the bull wants to take down the lab computers via a DDOS attack. He does look cute with his new glasses and pocket protector. I can hear his downloaded music resonate tunes from bands such as Bad Religion, Rage Against the Machine, Anti-Flag, et al. He does not look like the type for such strong tunes, then again, looks are deceiving.

The remnants of the hat glue may have gotten to us all. Supposedly, hare died of insanity.

The monocled bonobo monkey is filming the lab with hopes of uploading to You Tube and going viral.~ Arachne ~ January 15, 2015 in the p.m. EST

Thoughts at 5:00 a.m.

I smell the dis-ease of me wafting up through my nostrils with the intensity of some garlic dish eaten and burped up. A cloud of smell that one wants to escape and yet is stuck with because the smell emanates from within. Pouring though pores from heat induced sweat my tail rears off to the left, but I'm not right. 

A lab rat sporting a lab coat empties his bottle of scotch into an awaiting champagne glass in celebration. The human has made it through the maze with only a few errors...this is the 6th attempt, but the human is learning. The chimp in the adjoining cage is playing chess with a gorilla. Pleasantries are exchanged over cheese and crackers and the only wine is that of the pit bull longing for its toe shoes and tutu. I smell the dis-ease of me as I fit not into the box of animal crackers as they spilled out and played themselves before me. I, the animal, dumbfounded and disturbed is dis-eased in my circumstance...dis-eased in my mind...dis-eased at that which effects others, dis-eased in the knowledge that I cannot get through the maze without error and dis-eased in the knowledge that I am banned from playing the winner in the next chess match. Silently, in my dis-ease, I watch as the pit bull performs Swan Lake. 

This is not some fool proof joke that can't be changed outright as I see it. However, it is hard to see beyond "what is" as transparency is lacking. This dis-ease is not solid nor semi-solid nor anything that I can lay hold of. It just is. The maze will be run again tomorrow and I suppose I could try to remember what works and what doesn't, but it seems that is behind me much like the lion who is released upon my heels. I take the lion as a temporary inspiration to run and be quick about it, however, it is not just a matter of quick it is also a matter of right. Fortunately or not, the rat seems to understand my dis-ease and offers the lion a tasty salad with ranch dressing just as he seems to be closing in. 

Beaver lies about with sloth telling stories of his sexual escapades with rabbit. Meanwhile, rabbit denies the lot to bear while preaching about the righteousness of chastity. Bear cares not and hurries away to sleep it off. After all, he was sitting first shift in the lab. The vodka kicked in early, but so did rat arriving hours before being due. ~ Arachne ~ Dec. 27 @ 5 a.m. EST

The Double Negative: Where Lies the Proof? pt. 2~

Actually I never invoked nothingness , as there is no such thing as nothing, only something.

Arachne ~ True. You said, “For any individual , It is a FACT that God is either real or not real...”

Second, I did not use a double negative, I invoked a positive complex number and multiplied it by a negative complex number , resulting in a so- called real number . By the way , complex numbers are just as real as standard numbers , and that is why it is unfortunate that they are labeled imaginary. Without complex numbers , the computer you are using wouldn't be possible.

Arachne ~ I never wrote that you used a double negative. The double negative was used by me as an example to show not nothing = something. Zero does come in handy in binary code. I will not argue that. Nor will I argue the rest of your point.

~ Taken from Wikipedia: A complex number whose real part is zero is said to be purely imaginary, whereas a complex number whose imaginary part is zero is a real number.

~ It seems like zero is and is not real and is and is not imaginary.

As for Schrodinger's cat , It is really a measure of our uncertainty as to the state of the cat, being both alive and dead at the same time until we make a confirmation as to its actual state.

Arachne ~ Here too, lies the is and is not. The cat is alive and the cat is not alive. Does the confirmation make the observation so? IF certainty comes about upon the opening of the box, can we then know what it is and what it is not?

I did not use two NONS and I never say that if something is not then it is , that would be ridiculous.

Arachne ~ Correct. I used two nons in the form of a double negative to show that NOT nothing is something. How might that be ridiculous?

Perhaps if you look up complex numbers you will see what I meant. ( Specifically , look up i(positive) times -i (negative) equals the number one .

Arachne ~ Thank you. I did.

Proving God to oneself (is subjective) and there is no way to (objectively) Prove God .

Arachne ~ Agreed. Thank you.

My Message was that it is personal what people believe .

Arachne ~ Agreed. Thank you.

Mathematics is also a creation of the mind and yet it can be used to illustrate that what is Physical ( an illusion) comes from what is not physical.

Arachne ~ Agreed. Mathematics is a creation of the mind. What is interesting about the creation is that it can be replicated. It is open to be viewed, tested, corrected, and certified. The belief in god does not possess this quality.

Is there objective proof that you exist ?

Arachne ~ Did you come to my house? Did you, your brother, and your son hang with me?

or are you only a thought in ( God's) Head . :O) Maybe everything you see is an imagination in your head ? LOL

Arachne ~ I miss you!

The Double Negative: Where Lies the Proof?

This so reminds me of Schrödinger's cat. In your first statement, you are basically saying what I said above in that two nons = a non-non. Ergo, if something is not not, then something is. "I'm not doing nothing." is a wonderful example of poor English as it consists of a double negative. If one is not doing nothing, then one is in fact doing something - not nothing = something. My original rant, stated, "To think about it [god, flying monkeys, unicorns, etc.] makes it so even if not so." To expand upon my words from a psychological level, I can say that the thought, in itself, is real strictly to thinker without need for external verification. IT exists because it is being thought of. However, the proof or evidence of ITS objective existence does not exist. On the other hand, ITS existence cannot be scrutinized because what lies in the mind is not up for close and critical observation or examination....YET.

NOTE: The existence of god is a thought that comes from indoctrination and is reinforced through communication. No one is born a believer.

Communicating along the same lines: It does happen that people speak of that which they believe to be true. The only “proof” is that they agree to the same belief. I’d like to open that up a bit with a make-believe experiment.

Each experimental subject will be subjected to a lie detector that does not yet exist. The detector will not only signal “LIE” when there is deception, it will also signal emotions http://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_emotions. Let’s call this my people reader. Each detector will be worn about the neck and will be subject for viewing by others. Since I don’t want to mix xtians, I will only target one xtian group; I will target catholics. However, I think this would work for any group that supposedly falls within a group of self-proclaimed sames.

Take ALL catholics and place them in one space.

Encourage said catholics to discuss their general beliefs.

Encourage said catholics to express their "personal level" beliefs.

Encourage said catholics to ask questions of each other regarding their lifestyle.

Provide said catholics with a list of questions they probably wouldn’t dare ask a stranger.  Ensure that these questions are asked of each other.

Monitor the group's actions/reactions and their communicativeness.

How long do you think this group will communicate positively? IF they cease to communicate after the experiment because they have read the others and others have read them TRULY, how then will a proof be communicated? Is it possible they will doubt themselves and their beliefs? IF left strictly with their personal level of proof with no external support (communication of proof), how long might their personal level of proof endure? These are but questions.

My Brain While Reading Decartes~

In reading Decartes, I saw and see so much neg and pos that I thought to run it. Mind you, Decartes thinks and therefor "is" but to him god is and somehow isn't:


The thinker/being does not exist - non-thinker/non-being = non
The non-thinker/non-being does not think - non-think
The non-thinker/non-being does not produce ideas - non-ideas
The non-thinker/non-being = non non-thinks non-ideas        There is a process of doing by the non.
NONSENSE

If the non-thinker/non-being non-thinks non-ideas, the negative nature takes a positive tone as if “being,” “thinking,” and producing “ideas.”

If the being exists, so to must the non-being through its negative nature as the negative nature can be recognized through a process of doing by not doing and existing by not existing.

The thinker/being does and does not exist
The thinker/being does think and does not think
The thinker/being does produce ideas and does not produce ideas

What is not of not? Not which in itself is! If we formally choose to not think of anything, we have to form the thought of not thinking.

The non-being does/does not exist
The non-being does/does not think
The non-being does/does not produce ideas      To think about it makes it so even if not so.

If negatives are positives, why are there negatives?

A light is on or off, but not both at once. So, if a light is off, it is NOT ON
                                                                    If a light is on, it is NOT OFF

In both cases, “is” makes it so. “IS” states negative or positive quality.

Remove “IS.”

The light illuminates
The light does not illuminate                             Both DO something...remove the action.

The light.                                                         What about it?

Fucking Religion! G is in Caps...I'm not.

Okay, so I have been having this correspondence going on and it was kind of cool.  However, today threw me for a loop and I had to say what I had to say.  Fuck it!  Anyway, G was the person who I was corresponding with.  I now show his cards in the last of our volleys.  If he comes back, I'll be surprised.  :p

UPDATE:  He came back and is a good sort with a sense of humor.  

My new correspondence starts with a ~

How would you go about discerning falsehoods from truth if in fact truth exists? BY GUIDANCE OF THE HOLY ONE WHEN YOU ASK FOR ASSISTANCE... IT IS PROMISED TO US IF WE ASK IN THE PROPER RELATION.

~ Why do you ask for assistance when discerning a falsehood?  Do you not trust in yourself?   

How can someone find the truth in another if in fact a truth exists? I GOING TO SAY ARACHNE,, THROUGH DISCERNMENT... IT'S A GIFT....

~ How do you know I do not deceive you?  What makes you so sure that I am who I say I am?  What is it that you think you know to be true? 

Describe how you would discern the truth?IN ITS SIMPLEST DEFINITION, DISCERNMENT I FEEL IS NOTHING MORE THAN THE ABILITY TO DECIDE BETWEEN TRUTH AND ERROR, RIGHT AND WRONG. MAKING CAREFUL DISTINCTIONS IN OUR THINKING.

~ As the eyes and mind are subject to error, how do you know that the decision YOU make is the correct one?  What is right and wrong?  Who says so?  How do you know that YOU as the assessor assessed correctly when perfection is only a concept?  

Even if you exist, which you do, what truth exists within you? Can you be certain of what you believe to be true? SOMETIMES, AS OUR HEARTS DECEIVES ITSELF.

~ The heart is only an muscular organ that circulates blood and is therefore not privy to the senses.  How then may a heart be deceived? 

If you believe yourself to be one way, is it possible to find that in fact you are not that way at all? CERTAINLY....

~ How?

As truth is as subjective as good and evil, I DISAGREE ARACHNE.... THAT GOOD AND EVIL IS NOT ALWAYS SUBJECTIVE.....

~ Once upon a time there was a man and his family.  Having no job, no home, and no money, the man walked into a grocery store and stole a loaf of bread.  Although he and his wife had not eaten in 3 days, he had been able to steal food to feed his 2 children (ages 5 and 7).  Although it is wrong to steal, it is also wrong to let your children starve.  Is the man good or evil?  Is the man a thief or a provider?  Where lies the truth in this scenario?   

By intelligent design, are you saying that we were made as opposed to evolved? CORRECT...PUT TOGETHER...

~ When you stated put together, I saw an image of Mr. Potato Head.  

If we were designed, wouldn’t you agree that there are flaws to the design? IT'S CALLED EVIL,,,,, THE NEGATIVE INFLUENCE OF THE UNIVERSE.....

~ Negatives and positives are essential to each other.  To know one, one must know the other in kind.  Would you know a low without a high?  Would you know black without white?  Would you know day without night?  How would you tell the difference?  The earth has poles and polarity, right?  Magnets repel and attract, right?  A neg and pos exist on a battery, right?  What would happen if we removed all the negative?   

If there are flaws to the design, wouldn’t the designer be flawed? NOT NECESSARILY

~ Would you make something flawed?  If you KNEW you made something faulty, wouldn’t you throw it out and start over?  What if you were building a home for your mom and you found it to be faulty, would you let her move in?  If so, why?   

What is certainty to you? CONFIDENCE IN MY CONVICTIONS...

~Please define.

Who creates the wars and conflicts between nations? WICKEDNESS/EVIL/ SELFISHNESS,,,, YOU KNOW,,, THE NEGATIVE FORCES.....

~ So, you view the United States as wicked, evil, and selfish?  The US is much like that, however, we, as citizens can change that, right? 

Why are US citizens being beheaded in the middle east? Wouldn’t those in the middle east think of the US as evil in its actions? NOT AS EVIL AS THEY ARE.

~ Have you been in the shoes of someone from the middle east?  Do you have their perspective?  Isn’t evil a strong word? 

You now have the ball, my friend.



Likewise, my dear friend. I must ask you why you asked about our purpose in the here and now? TO REFERENCE A REACTION FROM YOU ABOUT YOUR BELIEFS FOR THE PRESENT AND FUTURE... UNDERSTANDING WHAT YOU SENSE ABOUT PEOPLE,,, WHAT YOU FEEL ABOUT LIFE,,,, WHAT YOUR AWARENESS IS IN RELATION TO WHAT HAPPENS TO US AT DEATH. Why did you ask about time? WAS FEELING YOUR HEART,,, TO SEE IF IT WAS SENSITIVE OR HARDENED...

~ What did you determine? *Hint ~ Based on the life that I lived, I could be harder than hell and sometimes I choose to be the ice princess.  I accept full responsibility for my actions or lack thereof.  

Why did you want to know my response to good and evil? BECAUSE I'VE SEEN EVIL FACE TO FACE.... BUT NEVER HAD SEEN GOOD...

~ Wow!  If you have never seen good, why are you alive?  Usually people with such a bleak attitude knock themselves off.  I am not shitting you.  I have tried suicide, but I came to my senses when I realized that I love me.  The love of self never felt so good.  The love was like the loving arms of mother.  Do I make sense to you?  I’ve led an interesting life and I am not sorry for anything. 

If you have never seen good, why did you post all those pictures of you and your gal looking so happy?  Isn’t happy good?  Does happy exist?   

Are we still exchanging? 

Correspondence with G. Continued~

Ah, a new slate! 

Time consumption...spent rounds of ammo...cartridges lying about in disarray with no target in sight...in site...insight...incite... ah hem...

To sleep perchance to dream...in oh so solid form the illusion that occupied your state bears meaning only to you.  Why do you think the crow represents me?  Do you feel that I watch you now and am I penetrating you in other ways?  The eyes are only portals to mind which interprets the information...the information being light.  Why did the dream interest you?  Why did you find it intriguing? 

The question you ask of me can only be answered with an opinion.  I have held the same opinion for many years in regard to my purpose.  However, this is not to say that it is your purpose.  From what my perspective, I am here to experience all that I can while in this form and to absorb information.   That is my function.  Time period...it would be best if you read up on Special Theory of Relativity.  If we use the first law of thermodynamics, we were here all along and will always be here.  To say that you were not present in some form in 1500's may be a boo boo on my part as I would defy the law. 

I have read that once an idea has been thought, it is out there for others to think it as well.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiple_discovery This is one citation, but there are others.  I have been doing a lot of research to see if a dream of mine can come true.  I thought about it in 2008  or so and the idea made a tiny step just recently...much to my delight.  I seek a forum of minds where ideas, abstract or not, can be transferred from one person to another without the need for a rely station.  In drawing out my diagram, I used two people with one being the transmitter (access point like a network) and the other as a receiver (wifi reception).  As you can see, it came to be.  I should add that I am not aware as to when the idea hit those who performed the experiment.    http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/scientists-transmit-thoughts-brain/story?id=25319813 and http://www.cnet.com/news/scientist-controls-colleagues-hand-in-first-human-brain-to-brain-interface/


     Radio waves, which include radio and other wireless transmission signals, as well as other natural
     signals in the same frequency, peak and trough at between 50 and 1000 megahertz—that’s between
     50 million and one billion oscillations per second.

     The human brain also emits waves, like when a person focuses her attention or remembers
     something.  This activity fires thousands of neurons simultaneously at the same frequency generating
     a wave—but at a rate closer to 10 to 100 cycles per second.

Perhaps our time has come to experience on this level.  I honesty don’t know.  What do you think? 

I cannot define what I deem to be subjective. One person's good is another person's evil and vice versa. You're welcome. 

I must ask you why you asked about our purpose in the hear and now? Why did you ask about time? Why did you want to know my response to good and evil? 

It sounds like what you consider a short day equates to pleasure.  However, if I am wrong, please do correct me.     

It sounds like you do not necessarily think that an unpleasant and unenjoyable day takes longer to pass.  However, if I am wrong, please do correct me. 

It sounds like what you consider a short day equates to pleasure.

Since you previously stated that time does not seem longer when experiencing unpleasant and unenjoyable time, how would you explain your answer above?  Wouldn’t an unpleasant and unenjoyable time equate to a type of pain even if the pain were a pain in the ass?  Wouldn’t time then drag on because you have to endure the unpleasant pain in the ass?  I notice you see that a pleasurable experience would seem shorter because you would want it to continue.  What say you now on the passage of time?  Do you now find the perception of time different?  Would you now change your answer in the second question? If not, why?     

You again seem to notice time and its passage appear differently depending on what is happening to you.  Is that correct?

How would you go about discerning falsehoods from truth if in fact truth exists?

Describe how you would discern the truth?

Even if you exist, which you do, what truth exists within you?  Can you be certain of what you believe to be true?  If you believe yourself to be one way, is it possible to find that in fact you are not that way at all?

As truth is as subjective as good and evil, how might you come to think that truth is only subject to change after death?  If death is only a transformation, is death then something that is final?  Since I am no better than a dog, should I die and rot where I fall, do you think I will contribute to the soil?  Do you think I will become foliage which will be ingested by herbivores and thus I will become a part of them?  When they have a bowel movement, do you think I will be there too going back to the ground for fertilization?  When the animal is either food for another or contributes back to the earth, do you think the cycle continues.  If you find a flaw in my argument, please advise me. 

By intelligent design, are you saying that we were made as opposed to evolved?  If we were designed, wouldn’t you agree that there are flaws to the design?  If there are flaws to the design, wouldn’t the designer be flawed?  What is certainty?  Please define.   

I have touched on this below. 

What was the last brain cranker you posted?  I would be interested in hearing about it.

Would you care to share that friendly argument? 

Who creates the wars and conflicts between nations?  Why are US citizens being beheaded in the middle east?  Wouldn’t those in the middle east think of the US as evil in its actions?  Have the alerts asked such questions?  What did you think about when you heard of the above?  How did the above touch your spirit?

Restated: Did your contacts create a comment for discussion or did they post a link to a media site which contained the information you mention above? 

My correspondence with G.~

Why would you endorse me if you know nothing about me? What if I were an anarchist plotting the overthrow of a country? What if in the position of an anarchist, the only skills that I posses are those of a propagandist? What if my skills were a list of lies? How would you then feel about your endorsement? I must question you.

The chuckle was a result of the way you worded your response in a so matter of fact way. I couldn't help but chuckle. Your response is not what I had expected not that I really had an expectation of something in particular. Your wording reminds me of when someone asks me why I did something and I respond, "Because I can."  Do you like Alice? Couriouser and Couriouser!

A Gypsy? Hum. That is a new one on me. What brought you to that conclusion?

After perusing your profile, I see a person who seems to be interested in health through food. Is this so?

You state that you "know that is not to be the case." What if I told you that I was just an anarchist? What does your insight/intuition tell you? Would you say yay or nay to that possibility?

Why are you here? I often question why I am on here, but then again, my reason may be different from yours. Would you care to trade information?

When was the last time you checked yourself out? You know what I mean. When was your last inventory taken? What has life taught you that translates into wisdom? What could you profess from said wisdom? Would you then be considered a professor of life? Are we not all professors of our own lives? Is the information you possess valuable?

“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
"How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”

What if the so-called evidence was an illusion? Perhaps the evidence is something that exists in Wonderland and what is isn't. Impressions are also left by teeth in goods that allow for said impressions. What is reliable?

Nay to the highlights. Truly, why are you here?

Agitators exist in washing machines to toss about the clothes. Moi an agitator? Pray prey not! I simply seek to find the mind of the individual I correspond with. Life without an intelligent challenge would be a fate worse than death. Nonetheless, I am intrigued by anarchy and thus for it.

Can a student profess? Can a professor still study? When the two cross, doesn't one leave residue on the other? If so, can it then be said that one leans from the other? Could this be applied to people in general?

Kudos on you inventory taking. Time and love are part of your inventory. Is that correct? Doesn't time and love have branches that touch other things that take your time and your love? Would those things then make your inventory longer?

Time and love are very important to humans, but so is thought. I see a sea of ideas that float in the mind of the thinker. They are time takers and are loved for taking the time “to be” even if the idea does not manifest itself in the real supposed now. Nonetheless, the concocted lies in the cranium for possible use in the future when said idea can be put into form.

I profess, we are students of life with the ability to share and compare! As we rub, we leave residue. Ay, there's the rub!

Let's pretend we live in Wonderland and the White Rabbit is behaving in a secretive way. As he checks out his watch and proclaims he is late, Alice runs after him. She was curious about him. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, the March Hare, the Mad Hatter, and the Cheshire Cat were bizarre from the beginning, but isn't the bizarre an invitation for adventure?

Here Alice speaks of self: 'Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); 'now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!' (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). 'Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure I shan't be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can; —but I must be kind to them,' thought Alice, 'or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.'

Longer periods of time come at any time. Writing allows for length which can be written in segments and saved until such time as one is supposedly finished. “Ay, there’s the rub” comes from Shakespeare’s Hamlet. People do rub when they touch someone mentally or physically. However, Shakespeare’s rub bears a different meaning. 3 (the rub) the central or most important difficulty. [from Shakespeare's Hamlet (iii. i. 65).] Reiterated: I profess, we are students of life with the ability to share and compare! As we rub, we leave residue. Ay, there's the rub!

Your FB did indeed show your relationship and it looks lovely in its collage form splashed in the background. How does FB feed your ego? Do you compare yourself with others or do you wait for them to wish they were you? Hope for the hopeless? What does that mean? Love is a wonderful thing, but not having a partner is not bad. Isn’t is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all? To have one’s hopes tied up in the wanting of a relationship snips away at other hopes as it bites into resources that could be used more constructively. Would you agree? If you were alone, would you feel alone? If so, what does alone feel like?

Me thinks you assess me wrongly, however, that is just my opinion. We can continue to correspond and thus leave residue of ourselves upon one another. Tis a good thing.

Adventures can be carried out in the physical form as well as the mental form. When Charles Lutwidge Dodgson a/k/a Lewis Carroll wrote Alice in Wonderland, he was on an adventure of lovely weirdness. Scientists who study quantum physics are on adventures as well. What is weird to you? Please define. Is "nuked" meant as a positive thing or a negative thing?

The residue is what we come away with after an interaction. It could be described as a skid, smear, emotion, or memory. It could also be described as something that has no name as it is felt. Who am I to say?

Do you love all things the same way, some things the same way, nothing the same way? When you experience time, is it sometimes longer or shorter despite the time chunk being the same?

The feeling is mutual as you are allowing me into you. Thank you for doing so.

If FB no longer feeds your ego, why did you send me there? What did you want me to see? What did you expect me to say?

If you think yourself to be a slave to society, why do you allow for such slavery? Please explain how you are a slave to society. When comparing self to others, do you see commonalities? When comparing self to others, do you see differences? Which holds more sway and why?

When being told of failed relationships, what words do you offer up to the teller if any words are offered at all?

The assessment is wrong based on the way I think and feel about myself. Am I smart? Yes, however, there are others who are smarter and I respect them for being so. Emotions? Where did that come from? I do have them, but they were not on the table. :D Indeed, I am a student of life, however, I am not a genius by any stretch of the imagination. We see from different perspectives, but that is cool.

Thank you for sharing your mind and time as it is truly appreciated. Shall we continue?

This course of correspondence plays lovely in my mind. All of the correspondence does. The interaction allows for mind crank and exploration of another.

I am back at branches and the love time issue. If all things are not loved the same and time holds different value based on variables, would these differences or should these differences be packed in the same lunch box?

Ah, you have given me a new word. Thank you!

Eldritch ~ Of uncertain origin. Possibly from Middle English eldrich, from earlier elrich, equivalent to Old English el- (“foreign, strange, other”) (see else ) + ri-c.e (“realm, kingdom”) (see rich ); hence “of a strange country, pertaining to the Otherworld”; compare Old English ellende "in a foreign land, exiled" (compare German Elend "penury, distress" and Dutch ellende "misery"), Runic Norse alja-markir "foreigner". Alternatively related to Elf + ri-c.e (“realm, kingdom”); hence "fairyland

Weird, you say? I say, fascinating! Your weird has potential. Do you see it? Since you see yourself back in history, what leads you to think it is the 1500's? Whom do you think you are in that time, i.e., what is your role? What country do you think you are you in? Who seems to be in power? What are/were you doing? What is going on around you? Are you alone? Hey, if you fill in the blanks, you may have a story.

Without negatives we would not realize positives. Contrast is required for recognition.

After the eruption of a volcano, the land is more fertile. Life is energy and energy can neither be created nor destroyed. How lovely and weird is the process of recycled...stuff?

Thank you for getting back to me. As your day was long, what is considered a short day? What makes a short day so? We had spoken about time and how it passes. Didn’t we? When is one hour like five? Was that how it was today? That is how it was for me today. I hate to shop and that was what today was about. Unfortunately, there is no magic when making purchases.

Where were we? Ah yes...Facebook!

Do you think that photos speak more than words? What falsehoods can read from photos? Actually, what falsehoods can be passed in sessions like this? I learn more about a person through interactions and I care not whether that person is a man or a woman nor an adolescent or adult. I am so often surprised what comes out of the minds of babes. Sometimes, the mystery is better as I am then dealing with the being.

I didn’t read any posts you wrote, but maybe I should have. It would be interesting to see what you share with those in your close circle. I wonder if you are deep with them or not. Perhaps I will check. My look-see was superficial. Sorry.

Do you see the same lame mundane banter on FB? Does it make you want to barf? Inquiring minds want to know.

If you are afraid of not being financially independent, you may remain a slave. If you don’t care, you could take some type of job that may not give you what you have now, but it may give you a greater sense of “I can leave because I have nothing to lose.” Does what you own own you?

Which holds more weight when comparing yourself to others? If differences are what holds more weight, would you say that it is not just your differences? Would you...could you apply these differences to others in that the difference is what makes something worthy of investigation? Birds of a feather flock together, but opposites attract. Which actually holds true or are both true to a degree?

Let me know how the new inventory list turns out as I would be interested to see it.

The 1500's were not the dark ages. Actually, it was the Middles Ages with an opening to enlightenment of the Renaissance which started in the 14th century. The 1500's were the 16th century and although there were wars, lords, kings, and peasants, your way of transferring wisdom to a king within a catholic society may have been viewed as heresy. As the Bolivian people were conquered by the Spanish, I would have to know if you were a product of Spain or a native of Bolivia. How might you have lived comfortably in such a society?

Bolivia's Colonial Era. Bolivia's history changed dramatically when in 1532 the Spanish defeated the great Incas, and other ethnic groups that had historically inhabited the area. The Incas were so severely weakened by European diseases brought over by the Spaniards that they were unable to properly defend themselves and were conquered by an army of about 180 men led by Francisco Pizarro. The Spaniards were interested primarily in the silver mines discovered in the area and exploited the region and its inhabitants mercilessly, forcing them to work as slaves to extract massive amounts of minerals for export to Spain over the next 300 years.

As of July, 2014, Bolivian President Evo Morales is proposing to remove the European names of streets and cities in the nation and return them to their indigenous origins, beginning with stripping every street named after Christopher Columbus. Do you blame them? "He (Columbus) was an invader, a looter that brought us another form of life, in which we are looted and left in poverty." In reality, the Spanish crown broke their initial contract with Columbus and denied him the riches recovered from the Americas upon his return, and he died poor, but comfortable, in Valladolid.

The natives could not war against their Spanish conquerors. With this new perspective, how do you feel about what you saw?

The 1st Law of Thermodynamics is a version of the law of conservation of energy, adapted for thermodynamic systems. The law of conservation of energy states that the total energy of an isolated system is constant; energy can be transformed from one form to another, but cannot be created or destroyed.

The level of detail depends on the individual. Personally, I like to make note of differences as they wake me to something and thus belong in the new lunch box. The new lunch box allows me to investigate the differences further so that I may taste of them by themselves.

If we are talking about food, you would be right. However, my lunch box is not really a lunch box at all. It is a place in my mind in which to weigh things out. It is a place to incorporate what I view as valuable or to hold for a later date when the differences find their proper place within my life. An example of such is my view on homosexuals. Their difference used to be something I was not comfortable with (not loved by me), however, though investigation of my own thoughts, I realized that I should not be uncomfortable because two beings love each other (loved by me). It would seem that the difference fell into my common box as love is common.  Did I isolate the difference?

The time I spend shopping is long and tedious. The time I spend on interesting dialogues or reading is time that flies. There is a difference which I note and I love one more than the other. Hate is too strong a word to use for that which is tedious.

Can you give me a real life example of your lunch box? Have you digested its contents?

Would you say that time is longer when you do things that are unpleasant?

Wouldn’t the day be short if it were pleasant? If your body were in pain for one minute, would that minute seem longer than if your body were experiencing pleasure for that same minute?

How can someone find the truth in another if in fact a truth exists? What truth exists in self? Is that truth subject to change? Why?

How often to you post something on FB which allows you and your friends to crank your brains? How often do your FB friends post something in which you can have a friendly argument? Can you give an example of something that alerts us, makes us think, and touches our spirit? Are these things the creation of the poster or are they something the poster found and posted without comment? I am basically looking for your FB experience. I hope you don’t mind.

Today is yesterday's tomorrow!

To wonder and ponder upon a thought is an ideal way to spend time. All that you say I do you, in turn, do the same. We each stand as transmitters and receivers and one without the other would be as useless as tits on a bull. Imagine a tennis player with a ball and racket, a court, and a net. Now, imagine the tennis player smacking his ball with the racket and sending his ball to the other side of the court. If another tennis player is not on the other side of the net to send the ball back, the player cannot play nor could the player clap with one hand.

A Parable About a Parable

Robert Anton Wilson’s Quantum Psychology: How Brain Software Programs You & Your World.


ONE

A Parable About a Parable

A young American named Simon Moon, studying Zen in the Zendo (Zen school) at the New Old Lompoc House in Lompoc, California, made the mistake of reading Franz Kafka’s The Trial.  This sinister novel, combined with Zen training, proved too much for poor Simon.  He became obsessed, intellectually and emotionally, with the strange parable about the door of Law which Kafka inserts near the end of his story.  Simon found Kafka’s fable so disturbing, indeed, that it ruined his meditations, scattered his wits, and distracted him from his study of the Sutras. 

Somewhat condensed, Kafka’s parable goes as follows:

A man comes to the door of the Law, seeking admittance.  The guard refuses to allow him to pass the door, but says that if he waits long enough, maybe, someday in the uncertain future, he might gain admittance.  The man waits and waits and grows older; he tries to bribe the guard, who takes his money but still refuses to let him through the door; the man sells all his possessions to get money to offer more bribes, which the guard accepts–but still does not allow him to enter.  The guard always explains, on taking each new bribe, “I only do this so that you will not abandon hope entirely.”

Eventually, the man becomes old and ill, and knows that he will soon die.  In his last few moments he summons the energy to ask a question that has puzzled him over the years.  “I have been told,” he says to the guard, “that the Law exists for all.  Why then does it happen that, in all the years I have sat here waiting, nobody else has ever come to the door of the Law?”

“This door,” the guard says, “has been made only for you.  And now I am going to close it forever.”  An he slams the door as the man dies. 

The more Simon brooded on this allegory, or joke, or puzzle, the more he felt that he could never understand Zen until he first understood this strange tale.  If the door existed only for that man, why could he not enter?  If the builders posted a guard to keep the man out, why did they also leave the door temptingly open?  Why did the guard close the previously open door, when the man had become to old to attempt to rush past him and enter?  Did the Buddhist doctrine of dharma (law) have anything in common with this parable? 

Did the door of the Law represent the Byzantine bureaucracy that exists in virtually every modern government, making the whole story a political satire, such as a minor bureaucrat like Kafka might have devised in his subversive off-duty hours?  Or did the Law represent God, as some commentators claim, and, in that case, did Kafka intend to parody religion or to defend its divine Mystery obliquely?  Did the guard who took bribes but gave nothing but empty hope in return represent the clergy, or the human intellect in general, always feasting on shadows in the absence of real Final Answers?

Eventually, near breakdown from sheer mental fatigue, Simon went to his roshi (Zen teacher) and told Kafka’s story of the man who waited at the door of the Law–the door that existed only for him but would not admit him, and was closed when death would no longer allow him to enter.  “Please,” Simon begged, “explain this Dark Parable to me.”

“I will explain it,” the roshi said, “if you will follow me into the meditation hall.”

Simon followed the teacher to the door of the meditation hall.  Whey they got there, the teacher stepped inside quickly, turned, and slammed the door in Simon’s face. 

At that moment, Simon experienced Awakening. 

Exercises: 

1.  Let every member of the group try to explain or interpret Kafka’s parable and the Zen Master’s response. 

2.  Observe whether a consensus emerges from this discussion or each person finds a personal and unique meaning.  

Can one see self?

Is it possible to see self?  When gazing into the mirror at the "old bastard" staring back at you, do you in fact see self or just a representation of self?  I ask this because what you see in the mirror is backwards.  Wear a shirt with words and then question the image and the likelihood of seeing self.  Even your photos are not in line with self.  How then might you see self?  Take a photo and cut out eyeholes and then look through the holes.  You will then line up with your photo.  If you do not, your photo represents a stranger whose hand you can shake as the image opposes self.  Ergo, where dose self exist and can you see self in total?

A photo captures the left and right of a person and will illustrate something going on on either side in our asymmetrical selves. Your left may be smiling while your right may be frowning or vice versa. Nonetheless, we think we see symmetry in the whole. Where lies a direct image of self? Does one exist? Is the self viewable with the anatomical? If so, how do we see so that it is not opposing self? Our eyes only allow light in. The process of deciphering the information lies in the back of our skull and is upside down. Since this is the case, do we actually see self when looking outside self?

If you could, and it will be hard or near impossible, please define yourself at any given moment in time and present the ongoing variables. Personally, I can't do it.

The you looking into a smaller mirror looking into another mirror presents an image in my mind of infinity. It is a lovely picture.

Marx or Bourdieu would have said: "Bourgeois outfit and behavior, because you are posing!" Foucault would have said: "I see creepy things..." It's like you go to a bar, drink to much and than going to the toilet...seeing yourself in the mirror...first question to yourself: "WHO's THAT?" After that question you throw the mirror beside the washbowl and say: "Thank God!" ~ Thanks for the laugh. It brings to mind the Monty Python soccer game.

Since a reflected image of self is both upside down and backwards, how can we possibly see ourselves? Again, a photo cannot depict self as it opposes us like a stranger in that we could shake our own hand.

How does a blind person see themselves without a faulty image to rely on?

You are not a "scholastic asshole." You present a good argument backed by a citation of sorts to which I agree. One cannot see self as self is not external. However, the external is required for sense input, digestion of input, and output. I had long ago pondered a suspended mind, however, mind is not tangible and, therefore, is something that cannot be experimentally fucked with.

We are the contents of the cup in a non-religious fashion despite the cup being a prerequisite to being.

When is "then" indeed. The time issue is up for grabs. Have you traveled your memory lately?

Do think our typewritten words offer up a fuzzy conjured image in place of an avatar? If so, what do you think your avatar would look like? Or perhaps it would not look like anything at all. Perhaps it just is.~ Arachne ~ September 24, 2014 in the a.m.

The Sum of Our Parts~

The sum of our parts is sense input, interpretation, and output.  In order to divide the sum, we would have to categorize what each sense (visual, auditory, gustatory, olfactory, tactile) has accumulated in regard to experience;  how, when, and where the brain interpreted the sense information; and how, when, where, what, why, and with whom the information was used, i.e., action(s).  Unfortunately, language and time have their restrictions when it comes to breaking down an individual’s self.  Ergo, ONE is who we are at any particular place and time.   We will always be one.  In addition, each “one” will vary based on their parts.  Nonetheless, like your “apple” being connected to a tree, and the tree being connected to...aye. :D

We cannot deny the “sense” of self, but what is self?  How can one describe self without throwing in the sum of our parts “like an existential stack of pancakes?”  Empathy comes from experience having felt a particular way in which we can relate to another.  Although we will not feel exactly what they are feeling, we do have an understanding.  The feeling you is but a part, a small part, of what lies in the sum.

The reality of the soul, on the other hand, is another debate entirely.

Indeed, “This above all- to thine own self be true.”  ~ Arachne ~ Sept. 23, 2014 in the p.m.

Falling Away~

The meaning of autumn is a falling away
It is a time of rot and decay
What this does is prepare the trees
For the cold of winter - a freezing breeze
What has fallen enriches the earth
Leaving us with fertile dirt
This in turn readies the way
The coming of spring - buds of a new day ~ Arachne ~ 9/20/14 a.m.

Cause and Effect~

Being left with yourself allows for introspection as to the why behind the you that is a "terrified, depressed, and anxious person." Ah, so you have comorbidity. Don't worry as that is usually the case in our kind. Since you have already recognized the fact that you never liked or believed in yourself, find the underlying cause(s) and question yourself as to how you have come to be. It is in you, but you have to be truthful to yourself as to the how. Your demon is only you so you can address your demon with kind words and then kick its ass.

Music can sooth the savage beast as can any sound as it helps to drown out the noise that the mind's hamster wheel produces. Oh, that wheel can run and keep your mind popping with thoughts that are running faster that you can comprehend because you are probably not focused on one, but many which are running simultaneously...I think of scrambled eggs...it is all eggs but... Hey, eventually you face some, if not all, of your demons to show them who is boss. The trick is to believe that you are the boss. I have a bottle of moderate hubris I could sell you. Are you interested?

Politics, office or otherwise, is a device to produce the cookie cut out. I think of the kids in Pink Floyd's "The Wall." Do you remember how they all had uniforms and were walking like sheep to the slaughter? Actually, it was a huge ass meat grinder. I guess you did not want to become chopped meat. What was the straw that broke the camel's back that had you jump off the conveyer belt? It would seem that was an act of focused intent, but I could be wrong. You bailed and again you know why. The little voice in your head tells you, but it whispers so you have to listen. You must have listened...cause and effect. ~ Arachne ~ 9/17/14 in the p.m.

What if we were...

What if we were particles without an observer and could be here, there, or way out there somewhere... What if all the choices we chose not to take could be realized in a wheel of possibilities?  What if we could play them all out to see which choice would serve us best?  I am not speaking about the “all worlds” scenario.  In reading Brian Greene’s book, The Fabric of the Cosmos, I sat there and did a small construction of choices that I abandoned.  Did I somehow act like a particle who knows what the future holds and thus can work myself to be where I am based on a history?  I don’t know. ~ Arachne

The Sun-Rose Kiss of a Maiden’s Hand

Hello hollow wooden shell
From the pedestal, the statue fell
The attachment-- caused a spell
Hallowed be thy name
   
Splintered on a winters day
Carousel-horse-madness on display
Will the fall cause you to pray?
Hello.  What’s your name?

Tripping out on grains of sand
The idle idol no longer stands
Head held high--no more commands
The sun-rose kiss of a maiden’s hand ~ Arachne ~ July 3, 2014 p.m.
       

Vision Without Eyes~

Letting go of myself and my surroundings, I pass into... ah, yes! I pass into the state in which all I see is black until my mind wonders off into another mode and objects seemingly fly by as though I am in a time machine heading off to . . . I shall focus on the object that catches my attention the most . . . As I write with my eyes closed (a benefit of touch typing), I see an illuminated door which seems get closer as I or it moves. It looks like a door whose frame is cracked enough to allow for the passage of light... a spotlight might be on the other side allowing for a radiant glow, but then again, is that what I would expect? I do not think so. What would I expect? Actually, I do not expect anything. I focus my sights on the door and notice that it has no hinges nor a knob. How then is entrance had? Perhaps it is not . . . Now, macabre images fly by as I leave the door whose light is now behind me. Why are things left stapled?

The Cheshire Cat is a fictional character who came from the mind of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (a/k/a Lewis Carroll) and made it to the big screen via Disney. One of the first macabre images was of the cat whose extinguished color left it black and gray as its toothy smile was sealed shut with staples. Although it was cartoonish, it also had the quality of a stuffed toy giving it a three dimensional character. Ergo, the staples I speak of are not the kind you attach paper with. I refer to the type of staples you would require to attach cables to a wall...large and thick and in need of a gun. I guess you could say that the image looked Photoshopped as far as it resembled the Disney image, but was made into b/w allowing only the redness of the blood to show through. Did the image experience exsanguination? Perhaps. It would explain the object’s loss of color. It is time for a reality check . . . Hey, wasn’t that my reality even if only for a moment? Can I say I did not see what I did? How does one see when one’s eyes are not open? So much for sense. ~ Arachne ~ July 2, 2014 in the p.m.