so often i carry on about the same things like a giant spiral in a spiderweb..
in the same vain i look around me and notice the patterns in people like ripples in a pond after a stone has been cast into a clear lake .. OMG .. yes that is painful .. But the point is there ..
i watch and notice how much of our existence is made up of what we don't do and (not not me this time .. this is the general we as the populace). how much of our existence is made up of the the things we complain about not being able to change or alter or things that are thorns in our side. But without fail these are our existence and the basis of our existence. to change from this form of living is nearly impossible as I look and see people who are much older who cannot change what they do, but rather complain about what they cannot change as it is easier to complain than to do. and at a young age it is a pattern that emerges and gives meaning to most of us. the pattern of negative re-enforcement rather than positive feedback. yes positive feedback is dangerous as it can spiral so easily into something that is wildly different from the starting point.... But rather ride the spiral outwards than inwards.. Geez I must stop reading the DalaiLama tweets :)
but seriously we so often get pulled in the web we create to protect ourselves from existence and no longer see life and just protect ourselves from existence. In the end not achieving anything other than not achieving what we dont want.
dont get me wrong i am not a Full proponent of nihilism or Calvinism or determinism or one of those other isms.. But we can fall prey to the whirlpool web we create for ourselves. and the solution? find a bigger spiral or jump from spiral to spiral :-)
Friday, August 27, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
there are things
And back to front a piece from the past pops up, something that was lying on my hard drive never completed …
There are things
There are things we will never know about ourselves before we look, we look staring into the mirror, yet we don’t see the truth. Like an anorexic waif we stare at our outer persona amplifying its presence, not seeing the reality of its bloated or wasted form. And they say the clothes maketh the man, how we cloak our personas with lies created from within and without.
Where does the strength come from within or without?
Silly that question is … sorta oxymoronic, or maybe not .
But where is the strength when you look for it, where is it when you don’t look for it. Somehow we are always stronger and weaker than we imagine we should be or are. We surprise and disappoint ourselves consistently, not i don’t speak of myself here alone, I am speaking about the Royal or the common I totally dissimilar to the royal we..
Why when seeking clarity do we seek the abyss the chasm of life’s experiences rather than the bubbling brook? It is in the brook that we sometimes find greater adversity than the mighty stream/river? If this sounds zen-ish .. it isn’t this is practical. I may just be speaking in riddles .. but sometimes the smallest obstacle can give us the greatest challenge and when faced with the larger challenge we sail through or capitulate, some even capitulating at the stream. This I supposed is sealed within our persona, the part we call us.
But what is evident is the eventual cyclic nature of life, the life we live and experience, some of the adages do come true others don’t. But life has an inertia, we are bound to the inertia we live within and create and strengthen. There are those who fight standing still against the stream, those that are washed downstream others swimming diagonally across but the inevitable does happen.. what will happen will happen and what you do will have an impact on that which your outcome is.
This mortal coil..
Determination of importance is critical to us a humans, or so it seems. Is it truly ever possible to be nihilistic in terms of social conformances? Can we actually exisit within society without an exterior? Without a stance, without a mantra, without a belief structure, without a social conformance to follow. Do we then really exist? Yes we do exist, it is nothing like the sound of a tree falling or the sound of a single hand clapping, but in terms of social flows and ebs and representation. Is it in any way possible to truly be individualistic and not follow social norms and even more importantly not be anti social conformity and still exist on the event horizon. What meaning our existence is given by the association of terms, nuances, trends and trends.
The information explosion and my trouble in understanding the concept that social web pages are not about the pages themselves… we are now moving into an age where data is multi-contextual
The moth slowly flutters in a narrowing arc towards the candle …
All appealing it looks
Something inside driving it in rapidly narrowing arcs
Insanity rules
Addiction to the light
Closer
It burns
"As he slowly chews the last few pieces of Textured Vegetable Protein he ruminates on times long past where food was not only functional”
Back to the present again, there are things we don’t understand. How bold that may be to say. We stand looking at a life with context, and that life is ours. We look at others, casting the splinter whilst ignoring the beam inside our side ;-) OMG what trash.. but more seriously how things change with a change in context, time being the biggest context, that is if we can say context is time based. I doubt it.. but I am.
There are things
There are things we will never know about ourselves before we look, we look staring into the mirror, yet we don’t see the truth. Like an anorexic waif we stare at our outer persona amplifying its presence, not seeing the reality of its bloated or wasted form. And they say the clothes maketh the man, how we cloak our personas with lies created from within and without.
Where does the strength come from within or without?
Silly that question is … sorta oxymoronic, or maybe not .
But where is the strength when you look for it, where is it when you don’t look for it. Somehow we are always stronger and weaker than we imagine we should be or are. We surprise and disappoint ourselves consistently, not i don’t speak of myself here alone, I am speaking about the Royal or the common I totally dissimilar to the royal we..
Why when seeking clarity do we seek the abyss the chasm of life’s experiences rather than the bubbling brook? It is in the brook that we sometimes find greater adversity than the mighty stream/river? If this sounds zen-ish .. it isn’t this is practical. I may just be speaking in riddles .. but sometimes the smallest obstacle can give us the greatest challenge and when faced with the larger challenge we sail through or capitulate, some even capitulating at the stream. This I supposed is sealed within our persona, the part we call us.
But what is evident is the eventual cyclic nature of life, the life we live and experience, some of the adages do come true others don’t. But life has an inertia, we are bound to the inertia we live within and create and strengthen. There are those who fight standing still against the stream, those that are washed downstream others swimming diagonally across but the inevitable does happen.. what will happen will happen and what you do will have an impact on that which your outcome is.
This mortal coil..
Determination of importance is critical to us a humans, or so it seems. Is it truly ever possible to be nihilistic in terms of social conformances? Can we actually exisit within society without an exterior? Without a stance, without a mantra, without a belief structure, without a social conformance to follow. Do we then really exist? Yes we do exist, it is nothing like the sound of a tree falling or the sound of a single hand clapping, but in terms of social flows and ebs and representation. Is it in any way possible to truly be individualistic and not follow social norms and even more importantly not be anti social conformity and still exist on the event horizon. What meaning our existence is given by the association of terms, nuances, trends and trends.
The information explosion and my trouble in understanding the concept that social web pages are not about the pages themselves… we are now moving into an age where data is multi-contextual
The moth slowly flutters in a narrowing arc towards the candle …
All appealing it looks
Something inside driving it in rapidly narrowing arcs
Insanity rules
Addiction to the light
Closer
It burns
"As he slowly chews the last few pieces of Textured Vegetable Protein he ruminates on times long past where food was not only functional”
Back to the present again, there are things we don’t understand. How bold that may be to say. We stand looking at a life with context, and that life is ours. We look at others, casting the splinter whilst ignoring the beam inside our side ;-) OMG what trash.. but more seriously how things change with a change in context, time being the biggest context, that is if we can say context is time based. I doubt it.. but I am.
a pillar of salt
looking forwards ...
just a short note .. the other piece is sitting somewhere half completed
not wanting to stand still for to long to glimpse back into the past and the things we will miss .. because you know what they say... look back and you will turn into a pillar of salt .. which in most peoples cases would not really be a problem. but where i am going it rains so much i would then just be reduced to puddle of salty tears. Sad but true, maybe even cruel to those left behind, but that is just the way the moss gets flung of the stone rolling down the hill of life .. nothing we can control ..
so much to think about, so much to do.
Looking backwards at a life, looking forwards towards a new life.
As we stood there standing staring at an empty house, worse even looking at its contents quickly trickling out, actually pouring out of the front door in the neatly packaged holders, obscuring the life that was smeared over the exterior of the items, moving back a flash pets leaving, and further back signing a piece of paper, further back, a young couple moves into a dust bowl of a garden with a house full of promise. We look back, the moments have passed. We cherish them, yet at this juncture we have to look forwards, casting our memories into a place that we will hold dear but not weigh us down like mill stones. We stand looking forward towards the unknown.
It may be best this way, we stand like pioneers moving towards the promised land, the place where the grass is greener. There are always reasons for the green grass, the rain, the sheep, the cows.. we will have to see if the valley is all so green.
it comes back to ever present question in our minds about what defines who we are... what would you do when you get another chance to re create your life. what do you do when faced with the reality that everything will be the same, yet totally different. we stand on the brink of a new beginning once again.
It is up to us..
just a short note .. the other piece is sitting somewhere half completed
not wanting to stand still for to long to glimpse back into the past and the things we will miss .. because you know what they say... look back and you will turn into a pillar of salt .. which in most peoples cases would not really be a problem. but where i am going it rains so much i would then just be reduced to puddle of salty tears. Sad but true, maybe even cruel to those left behind, but that is just the way the moss gets flung of the stone rolling down the hill of life .. nothing we can control ..
so much to think about, so much to do.
Looking backwards at a life, looking forwards towards a new life.
As we stood there standing staring at an empty house, worse even looking at its contents quickly trickling out, actually pouring out of the front door in the neatly packaged holders, obscuring the life that was smeared over the exterior of the items, moving back a flash pets leaving, and further back signing a piece of paper, further back, a young couple moves into a dust bowl of a garden with a house full of promise. We look back, the moments have passed. We cherish them, yet at this juncture we have to look forwards, casting our memories into a place that we will hold dear but not weigh us down like mill stones. We stand looking forward towards the unknown.
It may be best this way, we stand like pioneers moving towards the promised land, the place where the grass is greener. There are always reasons for the green grass, the rain, the sheep, the cows.. we will have to see if the valley is all so green.
it comes back to ever present question in our minds about what defines who we are... what would you do when you get another chance to re create your life. what do you do when faced with the reality that everything will be the same, yet totally different. we stand on the brink of a new beginning once again.
It is up to us..
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