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..
Friday, May 14, 2010
On the conventions of normality and a question of faith and How do we measure or understand the impact and importance of faith on humanities existenc
On the conventions of normality and a question of faith and
How do we measure or understand the impact and importance of faith on humanities existence and development as an organism and complex social being.
As per the ubber dude Charles I decided to make people take my blog more seriously I should give the entries much, much, much longer titles.. something like the Origin of species’s full title..
To return to the current this is about a Fundamental existential crisis, now this may appear to be a contradiction in terms, something similar to business intelligence, but it is a reality in this day and age of worlds in Chaos. We have massive sproutings or re-sproutings or growths of all fundamental forms of extremist and moderate religions … one would imagine that, even though they exist, fundamental atheists would not like being called this, they are distinctly part of the mix. Yet standing on the side we have the silent existentialists.. well actually not sure of the numbers ..but they stand there in a league with the agnostics and other fence sitters..
But in all practical terms we now stand at a crossroad again of human or dehuman existence or end thereof
Back to what I originally wanted to discuss, more importantly, the importance of religion, protocol and habit in human existence..
Where to start on this silly topic; that has been flayed to death over the last few thousand years in many more ways than we could even imagine.
Oh how fragile we are, carry me forward through the valley of doubt, through the mountains, peaks and hills of discouragement. Yeah though I shall not fear society and its predestined and defined protocols and walk tall without regard to protocol and prejudice. I shall not fear the knives built from the pillars of conformity and biases media and brainwashing. I shall stand tall, heads above those around me and question all that is there to be questioned. Interpret and evaluate that which lies ahead and behind us on our journey to self destruction of humans. We sit here like bacteria inside a petri-disk destroying everything that is us and all around us in a futile attempt to procreate and live. But we have evolved further than those awesome bacteria, we now take over utilization to a new level, where it has nothing to do with the survival of the human race, but rather the short term fitness, not even phylogenetic fitness .. Hell no ..
We walk through the pages of the story of our lives, pages bent and dirty with the stains of a life that has passed through the pages, some fill a line on a page, a single word, others fill volumes through goodness, evilness, suffering, sadness and existence. There are those who follow the words of other books that have already been written, defining the thoughts and paths they travel through the words of the words of the written words of the verbal history of a person who is but in the dim and distant past of our event boundary. Yet through this many find guidance, solace and meaning for their existence, it never holds 100%, as even through these guidelines there are paradoxes like those of JOB, whose origin has various options, but the story or the concept is fairly universal, finally being portrayed in the classic novel of the 20th century by Heinlein who follows this paradoxical human condition and plays it out in a totally different vein. WE are all given our moments of confusion and total discordance between reality and the paradigm we have created for our own existence. As with previous Blob’s I see this is not going to be completed due to time constraints.. this saddens me ..
To get back to the discord between reality and the massively idealized life we dream for ourselves, even if the ideal is a small ideal there is always discord, there is always a chasm between where we thing our life is going to go and where it goes .. even for those as instrumental as the just do it poster boy, who did it all ;-) we have to accept to some extent that the gods do have a role .. for some of us it may be an anthropomorphic creation, for others the gods of old such as Loki have a much larger role, for others shiva.. for others Gaia.. but the gap between what we experience and what we perceive needs to be covered by something, in both the good and the bad times .. there is not a lot we can do, but accept that there is a differences.
Oh I walk between the boughs of the trees in the valley of my existence, at times I see the path heading far in front of me only to see my own reflection in a pond in front of me to times where I cannot see the proverbial leaves for the trees or is it trees for all the leaves. Either way I walk therough the forest of my existence. The path takes me along the valley of fear and evil. I stand and gaze into the darkness searching for a sign, knowing full well well that if I turn back I will turn into a pillar of Salt.. and boy salt and V chips just are not my scene..
Back to the guidance..
Back to the truth
Back to the beginning
Back to the start
Back to the end
There is no beginning or End, or is there? This is something we all believe without believing, there is an end.. we are creating our own end.. when I say we, I do regretfully speak in the plural and not in the royal I .. yes you and I are all part of the end , we are part of the middle and the beginning, time is fleeting, yet we hold on tight not letting go.
There are things we can follow
B,C,E,G,U,CD, EE,HI,ADD,BCC,CGG,FA0
Things we cannot follow, the rose window, the yin-yang symbol..
Thomas sat quietly heating his food on the primus stove, staring out of the gaps between the boarded window, he wondered about his existence. Doubting all that was going on with him. The sky was ashen gray, the sun had not shone for years or at least it seemed that way to him. Stained remnants of his life lay strewn around in him in his humble existence. Slowly he poured the water over the dry leaves, a smell subtly reminding him of a past. He could not remember to much of what had passed, all he knew was that a long time had passed and he was grappling with something. The numbers would not stop, over and over the sequence passed through his head, unrelenting yet always similar but he could not follow it. Slowly he chewed at his protein and carbohydrate meal, something inside him told him there had to be more than this.
Somehow, we are trapped within the barrier between our brains and the reality of all of that which is around us. We stand we look we never see, we stand we see everything yet we see nothing? What is the reality of what we perceive? Do we actually perceive anything, even when we believe what we see is what our minds tell us we are actually seeing in front of us? How often we walk at dusk or other times of the day, from the corner of eye we see the most amazing things, the plays and jumps of objects, creating realities that don’t exist once we actually look back. At the fringe of our peripheral vision the world explodes with possibilities.. we search for things that are not there, the illusive unicorn, strangely a child with a ice cream cone on their forehead looks strangely like a unicorn, the hold grail, the ark of the covenant, the ark of noah, the bible code, the universe, the meaning to life, love, death and everything.
Can we, bound by preconception, prejudice, preconception, bias and voids ever hope to find anything of meaning in this universe or more so our mind, or is everything we see and experience merely a construct of environment, history and bias? There are those for whom reality is so tainted, yesterday and the past all merge into one, with no memories and dreams, little conclusions, fractures of reality.. Memories destroyed by the current and past fractures in the time and personal reality continuum…
We stand facing a breath away from a white painted wall staring and wondering how we can get through it, we cannot get over it, we cannot get through it, it is white pure, hard and unrelenting.. it is impossible or so it appears to some of us .. the wall is there as a boundary. Something we cannot pass through, moments pass we close our eyes, hoping, praying to the inner self, wishing that the wall will be gone.. But it is there, the smell of paint is rank in our nostrils, we can feel the texture of the paint ripples, light white dust covers our fingers as we slowly run our fingers and plams flatly against the wall, wanting to push, dig our fingers into the reality. But nothing, the reality is permanent. We stare into the nothingness, the whiteness, there is nothing there, only our shadow, but that is vague due to multiple light sources. There is no way through….
Or at least that is what appears to be the reality..
Perspective is a strange thing, I remember looking thinking these things, for a split second these thoughts passed through my brain, I blinked, I turned and walked away only to face the corner wall a few paces away. These were bright red.. But it passed in a momentary lapse of reason, well so it seemed. I wonder what it would be to be disassociated from reality and time, yet bound by it, grasping at the white wall, wishing, yet unable to turn and walk away and find another path?
Yet without the break from reality, the absence of the confounds of our minds we see much and experience life, why when we are bound by the shackles of life we cannot find the balance between the questioning and the reality and the answers in front of us.
Oh well even this rambles on to much for me
Enough for now .. more discord at a later date?
How do we measure or understand the impact and importance of faith on humanities existence and development as an organism and complex social being.
As per the ubber dude Charles I decided to make people take my blog more seriously I should give the entries much, much, much longer titles.. something like the Origin of species’s full title..
To return to the current this is about a Fundamental existential crisis, now this may appear to be a contradiction in terms, something similar to business intelligence, but it is a reality in this day and age of worlds in Chaos. We have massive sproutings or re-sproutings or growths of all fundamental forms of extremist and moderate religions … one would imagine that, even though they exist, fundamental atheists would not like being called this, they are distinctly part of the mix. Yet standing on the side we have the silent existentialists.. well actually not sure of the numbers ..but they stand there in a league with the agnostics and other fence sitters..
But in all practical terms we now stand at a crossroad again of human or dehuman existence or end thereof
Back to what I originally wanted to discuss, more importantly, the importance of religion, protocol and habit in human existence..
Where to start on this silly topic; that has been flayed to death over the last few thousand years in many more ways than we could even imagine.
Oh how fragile we are, carry me forward through the valley of doubt, through the mountains, peaks and hills of discouragement. Yeah though I shall not fear society and its predestined and defined protocols and walk tall without regard to protocol and prejudice. I shall not fear the knives built from the pillars of conformity and biases media and brainwashing. I shall stand tall, heads above those around me and question all that is there to be questioned. Interpret and evaluate that which lies ahead and behind us on our journey to self destruction of humans. We sit here like bacteria inside a petri-disk destroying everything that is us and all around us in a futile attempt to procreate and live. But we have evolved further than those awesome bacteria, we now take over utilization to a new level, where it has nothing to do with the survival of the human race, but rather the short term fitness, not even phylogenetic fitness .. Hell no ..
We walk through the pages of the story of our lives, pages bent and dirty with the stains of a life that has passed through the pages, some fill a line on a page, a single word, others fill volumes through goodness, evilness, suffering, sadness and existence. There are those who follow the words of other books that have already been written, defining the thoughts and paths they travel through the words of the words of the written words of the verbal history of a person who is but in the dim and distant past of our event boundary. Yet through this many find guidance, solace and meaning for their existence, it never holds 100%, as even through these guidelines there are paradoxes like those of JOB, whose origin has various options, but the story or the concept is fairly universal, finally being portrayed in the classic novel of the 20th century by Heinlein who follows this paradoxical human condition and plays it out in a totally different vein. WE are all given our moments of confusion and total discordance between reality and the paradigm we have created for our own existence. As with previous Blob’s I see this is not going to be completed due to time constraints.. this saddens me ..
To get back to the discord between reality and the massively idealized life we dream for ourselves, even if the ideal is a small ideal there is always discord, there is always a chasm between where we thing our life is going to go and where it goes .. even for those as instrumental as the just do it poster boy, who did it all ;-) we have to accept to some extent that the gods do have a role .. for some of us it may be an anthropomorphic creation, for others the gods of old such as Loki have a much larger role, for others shiva.. for others Gaia.. but the gap between what we experience and what we perceive needs to be covered by something, in both the good and the bad times .. there is not a lot we can do, but accept that there is a differences.
Oh I walk between the boughs of the trees in the valley of my existence, at times I see the path heading far in front of me only to see my own reflection in a pond in front of me to times where I cannot see the proverbial leaves for the trees or is it trees for all the leaves. Either way I walk therough the forest of my existence. The path takes me along the valley of fear and evil. I stand and gaze into the darkness searching for a sign, knowing full well well that if I turn back I will turn into a pillar of Salt.. and boy salt and V chips just are not my scene..
Back to the guidance..
Back to the truth
Back to the beginning
Back to the start
Back to the end
There is no beginning or End, or is there? This is something we all believe without believing, there is an end.. we are creating our own end.. when I say we, I do regretfully speak in the plural and not in the royal I .. yes you and I are all part of the end , we are part of the middle and the beginning, time is fleeting, yet we hold on tight not letting go.
There are things we can follow
B,C,E,G,U,CD, EE,HI,ADD,BCC,CGG,FA0
Things we cannot follow, the rose window, the yin-yang symbol..
Thomas sat quietly heating his food on the primus stove, staring out of the gaps between the boarded window, he wondered about his existence. Doubting all that was going on with him. The sky was ashen gray, the sun had not shone for years or at least it seemed that way to him. Stained remnants of his life lay strewn around in him in his humble existence. Slowly he poured the water over the dry leaves, a smell subtly reminding him of a past. He could not remember to much of what had passed, all he knew was that a long time had passed and he was grappling with something. The numbers would not stop, over and over the sequence passed through his head, unrelenting yet always similar but he could not follow it. Slowly he chewed at his protein and carbohydrate meal, something inside him told him there had to be more than this.
Somehow, we are trapped within the barrier between our brains and the reality of all of that which is around us. We stand we look we never see, we stand we see everything yet we see nothing? What is the reality of what we perceive? Do we actually perceive anything, even when we believe what we see is what our minds tell us we are actually seeing in front of us? How often we walk at dusk or other times of the day, from the corner of eye we see the most amazing things, the plays and jumps of objects, creating realities that don’t exist once we actually look back. At the fringe of our peripheral vision the world explodes with possibilities.. we search for things that are not there, the illusive unicorn, strangely a child with a ice cream cone on their forehead looks strangely like a unicorn, the hold grail, the ark of the covenant, the ark of noah, the bible code, the universe, the meaning to life, love, death and everything.
Can we, bound by preconception, prejudice, preconception, bias and voids ever hope to find anything of meaning in this universe or more so our mind, or is everything we see and experience merely a construct of environment, history and bias? There are those for whom reality is so tainted, yesterday and the past all merge into one, with no memories and dreams, little conclusions, fractures of reality.. Memories destroyed by the current and past fractures in the time and personal reality continuum…
We stand facing a breath away from a white painted wall staring and wondering how we can get through it, we cannot get over it, we cannot get through it, it is white pure, hard and unrelenting.. it is impossible or so it appears to some of us .. the wall is there as a boundary. Something we cannot pass through, moments pass we close our eyes, hoping, praying to the inner self, wishing that the wall will be gone.. But it is there, the smell of paint is rank in our nostrils, we can feel the texture of the paint ripples, light white dust covers our fingers as we slowly run our fingers and plams flatly against the wall, wanting to push, dig our fingers into the reality. But nothing, the reality is permanent. We stare into the nothingness, the whiteness, there is nothing there, only our shadow, but that is vague due to multiple light sources. There is no way through….
Or at least that is what appears to be the reality..
Perspective is a strange thing, I remember looking thinking these things, for a split second these thoughts passed through my brain, I blinked, I turned and walked away only to face the corner wall a few paces away. These were bright red.. But it passed in a momentary lapse of reason, well so it seemed. I wonder what it would be to be disassociated from reality and time, yet bound by it, grasping at the white wall, wishing, yet unable to turn and walk away and find another path?
Yet without the break from reality, the absence of the confounds of our minds we see much and experience life, why when we are bound by the shackles of life we cannot find the balance between the questioning and the reality and the answers in front of us.
Oh well even this rambles on to much for me
Enough for now .. more discord at a later date?
Friday, May 7, 2010
a whole lot of different things
i have started this particular entry more than a couple of times in my head .. a variety of different topics have gone through my head on my travels through the last few weeks..
most commonly there have been a few threads inside my thought processes..
but the most prominent and persistent being ... on how fragile we are as human beings ..
the nature of our existence and what makes us and breaks us ..
a lot has happened, a lot has not happened
people have been sent to happier places, some have stayed in sad places..
but in general terms the human condition is a fragile one from a number of perspectives.
WE are what we are .. but what is it that defines us?
the membership of a church, an organization, a religious faith albeit something non standard..
But there is much to create a basis of existence, and then there are those on the fringe who do not believe .. no not the general simple mass who believe in pop culture and the media but thsoe who truly dont believe and question that which is and and that which it isnt and yet it isnt either of those? Then what the frig is it ..
what are we? are we but a social construct? are we the child of the child ..... of the lions of adam.. and lets not even go there .. who TF is ADAM ;-)
But more seriously this got me a thinking a little while ago about the meaningfulness of existence and how important it would be to have a belief system or construct by which you could guide your life.. even if you did not follow it explicitly and rather did not follow it on principal that would be of just as much a basis .. there would be a fundimental basis for your existence..
there are those who are driven by that which the media spews forth, there are those who live by which the other things spew forth, there are those who velive in greater things, there are those who believe in a GOD..
there are those who question a GOD? There are those who have lives like JOB.. in both Book s.. the big one and that the other one ..
and there are the others who live at the fringe of society who have nothing .. there is nothing out there .
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate.
not that i Condone it ..
but it is there where they are ... on the perimeter where there are no stars to guide us ..
we stand there alone ..
not even blowing in the wind .. we are post post apocalyptic in terms of belief and existence ,,
my words are coming to an end, not because this is the end .. but rather that .. the wine is dying on the vine ..
most awesome life out of the death of the fruit of the earth ..
most profound .. but not what I was getting at
more importantly .. what is the gift we can make? through life and death to continue to the future?
enough now more later ,,\\
the vine died within my head
to conclude screw it all ..
i dont give a flying cahoot ..
but there i Lie.. i do ..
So wtf .. it is what it is
most commonly there have been a few threads inside my thought processes..
but the most prominent and persistent being ... on how fragile we are as human beings ..
the nature of our existence and what makes us and breaks us ..
a lot has happened, a lot has not happened
people have been sent to happier places, some have stayed in sad places..
but in general terms the human condition is a fragile one from a number of perspectives.
WE are what we are .. but what is it that defines us?
the membership of a church, an organization, a religious faith albeit something non standard..
But there is much to create a basis of existence, and then there are those on the fringe who do not believe .. no not the general simple mass who believe in pop culture and the media but thsoe who truly dont believe and question that which is and and that which it isnt and yet it isnt either of those? Then what the frig is it ..
what are we? are we but a social construct? are we the child of the child ..... of the lions of adam.. and lets not even go there .. who TF is ADAM ;-)
But more seriously this got me a thinking a little while ago about the meaningfulness of existence and how important it would be to have a belief system or construct by which you could guide your life.. even if you did not follow it explicitly and rather did not follow it on principal that would be of just as much a basis .. there would be a fundimental basis for your existence..
there are those who are driven by that which the media spews forth, there are those who live by which the other things spew forth, there are those who velive in greater things, there are those who believe in a GOD..
there are those who question a GOD? There are those who have lives like JOB.. in both Book s.. the big one and that the other one ..
and there are the others who live at the fringe of society who have nothing .. there is nothing out there .
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate.
not that i Condone it ..
but it is there where they are ... on the perimeter where there are no stars to guide us ..
we stand there alone ..
not even blowing in the wind .. we are post post apocalyptic in terms of belief and existence ,,
my words are coming to an end, not because this is the end .. but rather that .. the wine is dying on the vine ..
most awesome life out of the death of the fruit of the earth ..
most profound .. but not what I was getting at
more importantly .. what is the gift we can make? through life and death to continue to the future?
enough now more later ,,\\
the vine died within my head
to conclude screw it all ..
i dont give a flying cahoot ..
but there i Lie.. i do ..
So wtf .. it is what it is
Friday, April 30, 2010
of all things?
What will I miss the most?
Have you ever considered what makes you human?
what is it that makes you, is it the interactions, is it you?
what defines us as humans.
are we better off when we think or when we follow like sheep?
does it make us better to think or follow...
are we better when we challenge that which we imbibe through the interfaces into our grey matter?
or is it better to be a sheep and follow the herd or the individual at the front of the pack?
or should we elevate ourselves to the front of that pack and bleet like a sheep?
Have you ever considered what makes you human?
what is it that makes you, is it the interactions, is it you?
what defines us as humans.
are we better off when we think or when we follow like sheep?
does it make us better to think or follow...
are we better when we challenge that which we imbibe through the interfaces into our grey matter?
or is it better to be a sheep and follow the herd or the individual at the front of the pack?
or should we elevate ourselves to the front of that pack and bleet like a sheep?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
love in the time
Love in the time of chaos, would be more apt.. there is no solitude except that which we experience within the chaos.
Standing on the brink of a cataclysm .. carefully consider how you interpret that word .. it means a lot of things.. no this is no milan kundera expose on how to understand what i am saying, rather just subscripts on the extension fo the semantic within the text.
i gaze aimlessly over the burning landscape, as the indomitable Vokof poliesie kar so aptly put it brand suid afrika .. no fewer words have spoken closer to the truth, the existence we live.. the war within the society which attempted to get find the rainbow, boy there are some undocumented colours in that rainbow .. colours of hate and anger and frustration...
nothing much more for now .. goto eat lunch .. is that got to or goto? dunno the lines of my mind are distorted from between the reality of life and software and polictics and economics ..
boy such is life ..
Standing on the brink of a cataclysm .. carefully consider how you interpret that word .. it means a lot of things.. no this is no milan kundera expose on how to understand what i am saying, rather just subscripts on the extension fo the semantic within the text.
i gaze aimlessly over the burning landscape, as the indomitable Vokof poliesie kar so aptly put it brand suid afrika .. no fewer words have spoken closer to the truth, the existence we live.. the war within the society which attempted to get find the rainbow, boy there are some undocumented colours in that rainbow .. colours of hate and anger and frustration...
nothing much more for now .. goto eat lunch .. is that got to or goto? dunno the lines of my mind are distorted from between the reality of life and software and polictics and economics ..
boy such is life ..
Thursday, April 8, 2010
a small one
humpty dumpty flat on the floor
Green Eggs and Ham, i wonder I wonder what became of them all
Never before, a catch phrase we oft use, has so much chaos been rife.
Organization, chaos and crawl
somethings just will never be simple, you may ask what? just look into your own life and day..
nothing specific yet generically specific
crawling back up the wall humpty dumpty
slide and slither, no longer what he was something new, nothing as glamorous as the phoenix rising from the ashes..
yet nothing like a butterfly emerging from a pupae, rather an amorphous blob of existence, is the essence gone?
but i do like green eggs and Ham
Green Eggs and Ham, i wonder I wonder what became of them all
Never before, a catch phrase we oft use, has so much chaos been rife.
Organization, chaos and crawl
somethings just will never be simple, you may ask what? just look into your own life and day..
nothing specific yet generically specific
crawling back up the wall humpty dumpty
slide and slither, no longer what he was something new, nothing as glamorous as the phoenix rising from the ashes..
yet nothing like a butterfly emerging from a pupae, rather an amorphous blob of existence, is the essence gone?
but i do like green eggs and Ham
Sunday, April 4, 2010
the single truth
what is the single truth, the one we all search for, is there one?
i may be filled with a cloud of thoughts not transposed to text, words flowing through my synapses..
but what is it there?
what is that one truth,
for sure the world is filled with vaguataries ( i like the sound of that non existent word) i suppose it should have been vagueness or soemthing else but .. as it is this is the word that was chosen.
somethings we can be sure of.. some things we cannot.
but at best, we will always be amazed be people both in their good and bad nessnesses..
strange it may seem i stand before you seated on a chair to proclaim that i will always be amazed by people and their actions, albeit as stated before..
but it is no longer shock and horror, no it is still, however surprise
the silliness and pettiness of life, the value derived from and delivered through actions, those spoken and unspoken actions either being more or less intense, but yet they stand.
but to quote soemthing, maybe not, these are of course my own words..
there is still an essence to life that we should all hold on to dear and deliver to those around us,
as he stood unflinchingly staring into the abyss called life, he stood poised to take a leap into the unknown, unbridled by those before or after or even those in parallel, but leap he must.
we cannot judge, eventhough we would love to.. or feel compelled.. but by judging those around us we stain that within us which is our essence, we can condemn or could we even, we are all but a construct of the society around us or not?
WTF it doesn't really matter, go forward and be.
on a lighter note, some things to look out for and for some if not all to cringe go to the www.dieantwoord.com website? so insane yet so driven so crass yet so pure
grasping at the enlightenment at the level of the inner zef?
such absurdity, but i is no less than the 8 miles of walking, the coolness in being uncool and so much more. the sea lion dude ..
all having something to say and saying it......
what are we when we stand back and view and do nothing in this cause? Can we truly ever observe RH or should i rather say PA or M?
we are not all destined to this pathway
we are not all destined to this expression, yet within there is expression of some kind that must get out? suppose even kurt van heerden has something to say? who knows what, but he is saying it;-)
but as i kneel before the unknown and wonder if the wandering will do what is intended? i must break the shackles of constraint and restraint that society has placed on us and break free and express and not just express, but be willing to walk through the valley of fear, the unknown, without staff i walk through these times and into a future where who knows if the shades will make any difference, all that is certain about the future is the chaos and change and there is always an outcome.. Yet i know not what i stand before, trembling with trepidation, hope, anxiety, and unknowns..
But with an inertia, unbeknownst (another one of those words) i stand in the middle of the current of life hoping to make the cast of my life, slowly rhythmically i breathe, i aim, i hope not knowing, all that is evident is the cycle, the pulse, the internal metronome, nothing is clear, there is glimpse a flash, i correct, i alter my rhythm attempting to remain clam and focussed, nothing stands before me except the the air, the wind, my anticipation, the memory of a life lived, a chance... Yet I stand there as if frozen by time as the vertices's of life flash past me in a form of clarity.. the aim, is there an aim? there is an aim, it is living through this milieu of current and swirls..
to much to little, yet it is, life is what it is
i may be filled with a cloud of thoughts not transposed to text, words flowing through my synapses..
but what is it there?
what is that one truth,
for sure the world is filled with vaguataries ( i like the sound of that non existent word) i suppose it should have been vagueness or soemthing else but .. as it is this is the word that was chosen.
somethings we can be sure of.. some things we cannot.
but at best, we will always be amazed be people both in their good and bad nessnesses..
strange it may seem i stand before you seated on a chair to proclaim that i will always be amazed by people and their actions, albeit as stated before..
but it is no longer shock and horror, no it is still, however surprise
the silliness and pettiness of life, the value derived from and delivered through actions, those spoken and unspoken actions either being more or less intense, but yet they stand.
but to quote soemthing, maybe not, these are of course my own words..
there is still an essence to life that we should all hold on to dear and deliver to those around us,
as he stood unflinchingly staring into the abyss called life, he stood poised to take a leap into the unknown, unbridled by those before or after or even those in parallel, but leap he must.
we cannot judge, eventhough we would love to.. or feel compelled.. but by judging those around us we stain that within us which is our essence, we can condemn or could we even, we are all but a construct of the society around us or not?
WTF it doesn't really matter, go forward and be.
on a lighter note, some things to look out for and for some if not all to cringe go to the www.dieantwoord.com website? so insane yet so driven so crass yet so pure
grasping at the enlightenment at the level of the inner zef?
such absurdity, but i is no less than the 8 miles of walking, the coolness in being uncool and so much more. the sea lion dude ..
all having something to say and saying it......
what are we when we stand back and view and do nothing in this cause? Can we truly ever observe RH or should i rather say PA or M?
we are not all destined to this pathway
we are not all destined to this expression, yet within there is expression of some kind that must get out? suppose even kurt van heerden has something to say? who knows what, but he is saying it;-)
but as i kneel before the unknown and wonder if the wandering will do what is intended? i must break the shackles of constraint and restraint that society has placed on us and break free and express and not just express, but be willing to walk through the valley of fear, the unknown, without staff i walk through these times and into a future where who knows if the shades will make any difference, all that is certain about the future is the chaos and change and there is always an outcome.. Yet i know not what i stand before, trembling with trepidation, hope, anxiety, and unknowns..
But with an inertia, unbeknownst (another one of those words) i stand in the middle of the current of life hoping to make the cast of my life, slowly rhythmically i breathe, i aim, i hope not knowing, all that is evident is the cycle, the pulse, the internal metronome, nothing is clear, there is glimpse a flash, i correct, i alter my rhythm attempting to remain clam and focussed, nothing stands before me except the the air, the wind, my anticipation, the memory of a life lived, a chance... Yet I stand there as if frozen by time as the vertices's of life flash past me in a form of clarity.. the aim, is there an aim? there is an aim, it is living through this milieu of current and swirls..
to much to little, yet it is, life is what it is
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
the words
i sat here staring at the screen ready to scream, words, feelings running through my veins, i went i looked, the answer was there.. i lookedm i listened and the interweb spoke..
nothing, never before had touched me before, no not like a picture of a small puppy and roses, something more like a steam roller on hot tar, in your face
you may wonder what?
just a website on the interweb
but what a frustrating week or two
damn customers, damn world, damn people
and lets not forget the misandrists
lets not forget about the politicians
lets not forget about the bringers of all evil the media and the politicians, oh yes i repeat my self, they deserve it twice over and more
what sense is there in people and the way they lead
what sense is there in dogma, what sense is there in belief
pray tell why?
nothing, never before had touched me before, no not like a picture of a small puppy and roses, something more like a steam roller on hot tar, in your face
you may wonder what?
just a website on the interweb
but what a frustrating week or two
damn customers, damn world, damn people
and lets not forget the misandrists
lets not forget about the politicians
lets not forget about the bringers of all evil the media and the politicians, oh yes i repeat my self, they deserve it twice over and more
what sense is there in people and the way they lead
what sense is there in dogma, what sense is there in belief
pray tell why?
Friday, March 5, 2010
something
the story begins yet never ends
he stood there
i stand there looking
so lonely he stood there
in the beginning he just stood there
so lonely
never looking back, scared of the pilar of salt
open eyes staring into the future
the sand flows
the beginning
he was
everlasting
even though he just stood there
never flinching
devastated by the effects of global warming
so often looking at things
open
yet another day another pain
or nothing or soemthing
unbeknown to them all there was a message
right or wrong
even though it was silly
another day another message
did they ever consider this
inside outside they looked
nothing they found
going nowhere
they looked and saw nothing yet everything
highlighting the innocence of life and choices
is this not something
so where two now or know?
yet this is not over
open to discussion they stood in the garden
under the tree
rain falling all around them
even under umbrellas they stood there wetting in the rain
around them the glory of the rain
living
inside outside
some thing just are
even though this seems silly the message is still there
did you see it?
that i will not know
having insight helps us all
another day
telling would change everything!
he stood there
i stand there looking
so lonely he stood there
in the beginning he just stood there
so lonely
never looking back, scared of the pilar of salt
open eyes staring into the future
the sand flows
the beginning
he was
everlasting
even though he just stood there
never flinching
devastated by the effects of global warming
so often looking at things
open
yet another day another pain
or nothing or soemthing
unbeknown to them all there was a message
right or wrong
even though it was silly
another day another message
did they ever consider this
inside outside they looked
nothing they found
going nowhere
they looked and saw nothing yet everything
highlighting the innocence of life and choices
is this not something
so where two now or know?
yet this is not over
open to discussion they stood in the garden
under the tree
rain falling all around them
even under umbrellas they stood there wetting in the rain
around them the glory of the rain
living
inside outside
some thing just are
even though this seems silly the message is still there
did you see it?
that i will not know
having insight helps us all
another day
telling would change everything!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
sekf determination and dreams?
just a question?
what is a dream?
are there times when it should be forgotten, or an old one forgotten?
we walk alone
we stand peering at the future through the glasses we bought for ourselves
knowing full well that the rose colour was only the lens?
then we look back and wonder, if, should,could, and what if?
is that right
is it possible to view the rose colour without applying the scientific mind and reducing it to an aberation of the spectrum
is it possible to have balance within the chaotic stochasticity or ism?
never sure about these word things,
we walk alone on the path of life, we walk with others yet we are the ones who walk
we cannot look back and comment
it is us who walked the walk, talked the talk
made those choices
to return to perspective of others
it is difficult to remain objective, yet that is what i was taught?
subjectivity creeps in, feelings and emotions
i wonder along this path of hazy light an question the questions and the answers
the answers i came to, to the questions I have forgotten
the questions which have no answers
the thoughts the perceptions, do they matter
the deceit the lies, the entrapment
can we forgive, should we forgive, should we be forgiven
should we judge
can we judge if we dont understand?
can we understand without perspective?
we can only ask so many questions, till we are faced with the moment
the moment we realise that we stand before the rest of the world a construct of the life we have created for ourselves.. yes at times there are exterior stochastic events that alter our perceptions of reality, morality, justice, and in general life?
But there is little we can do about the past, all we can do is live the future (dma that deepak chopra voice in my head, it needs to be banished)
But that is the wonder of the impersonality of the garbage i spew forth..
i understand nothing, i understand a lot.. the understanding is the most hindrance
we view our lives as a moment in time, rather than an episode in the continuum of life..
what is an apology
what is a perception
where do we stand on life
to view the insanity of life, more aptly our own in contemplation we stand, sorry shiver, no worry and wonder along the flavour of life ..
how much can we change, how much must we endure
how serious are things at the end of the day?
What is important?
the ... bla bla fish paste ...
[we have to consider here what this absolutely ridiculous monologue has to offer for anyone out there?.. good question? nothing i would assume?] This is just a self indulgent diatribe about the fragmentary nature of my mind ..
maybe i should have added that to my disclaimer?
or not.. I do suppose in some ways I am rather rude in sending out these diatribes .. and yes mostly to a captive audience ..
my own gallery of .... geez be carefull of the word to insert ..
not sure ..
maybe i should detach the mailing option? but maybe not?
it is paradoxical.,,, but at best i would rather send it out to more :-)
good night .. sleep well/ wake well
it is time to pack for my holiday.. albeit brief
what is a dream?
are there times when it should be forgotten, or an old one forgotten?
we walk alone
we stand peering at the future through the glasses we bought for ourselves
knowing full well that the rose colour was only the lens?
then we look back and wonder, if, should,could, and what if?
is that right
is it possible to view the rose colour without applying the scientific mind and reducing it to an aberation of the spectrum
is it possible to have balance within the chaotic stochasticity or ism?
never sure about these word things,
we walk alone on the path of life, we walk with others yet we are the ones who walk
we cannot look back and comment
it is us who walked the walk, talked the talk
made those choices
to return to perspective of others
it is difficult to remain objective, yet that is what i was taught?
subjectivity creeps in, feelings and emotions
i wonder along this path of hazy light an question the questions and the answers
the answers i came to, to the questions I have forgotten
the questions which have no answers
the thoughts the perceptions, do they matter
the deceit the lies, the entrapment
can we forgive, should we forgive, should we be forgiven
should we judge
can we judge if we dont understand?
can we understand without perspective?
we can only ask so many questions, till we are faced with the moment
the moment we realise that we stand before the rest of the world a construct of the life we have created for ourselves.. yes at times there are exterior stochastic events that alter our perceptions of reality, morality, justice, and in general life?
But there is little we can do about the past, all we can do is live the future (dma that deepak chopra voice in my head, it needs to be banished)
But that is the wonder of the impersonality of the garbage i spew forth..
i understand nothing, i understand a lot.. the understanding is the most hindrance
we view our lives as a moment in time, rather than an episode in the continuum of life..
what is an apology
what is a perception
where do we stand on life
to view the insanity of life, more aptly our own in contemplation we stand, sorry shiver, no worry and wonder along the flavour of life ..
how much can we change, how much must we endure
how serious are things at the end of the day?
What is important?
the ... bla bla fish paste ...
[we have to consider here what this absolutely ridiculous monologue has to offer for anyone out there?.. good question? nothing i would assume?] This is just a self indulgent diatribe about the fragmentary nature of my mind ..
maybe i should have added that to my disclaimer?
or not.. I do suppose in some ways I am rather rude in sending out these diatribes .. and yes mostly to a captive audience ..
my own gallery of .... geez be carefull of the word to insert ..
not sure ..
maybe i should detach the mailing option? but maybe not?
it is paradoxical.,,, but at best i would rather send it out to more :-)
good night .. sleep well/ wake well
it is time to pack for my holiday.. albeit brief
misconception, prescience and traffic
geez a whole lot of things, where to start he asks?
misconceptions are rife in the mind of the individual as are the outcomes of our thoughts and the interpretation of life as we perceive it..
what is bad traffic? for you for some a few cars, a lot of cars? very strange our perceptions of reality are..
as are our perceptions of time in interpersonal relationships..
as they are of people, can we understand our co-workers? or not?
strange thing that?
what are perceptions? are they real, or are they biased by objectivity or the lack thereof? the subjectivity of objectiveness, do you know what? It is wonderfull to be able to spurt non sensical crap and have people read it and read into it.. their may be a deeper level, or not?
but on a much more important thought process i was experiencing this morning or was it yesterday? not to sure..
But it has to do with prescience .. not sure if am spelling that word correctly though and the meaning is important.. i was listening to the wireless this morning or yesterday in my automobile .. and heard the most bizarre story that sprouted from the sun ( the local version thereof) .. an african woman had a vision where an angel came and spoke to her and made her pray with eugene of the green underwear and the horse .. this is not important..
but most importantly it made me wonder about this thing .. the ability to see the future . It draws me to the simple yet insane analogy that humans brains are totally underutilised and that we only use a fractional percentage of our capacity and bla bla fish paste whatever ..
but the ket to this was that it got me a wondering anf here i ramble along on a path of ludicrousness .. is it not possible that like actuaries (the pinnacle of the analytical mind (sic!)) are in fact human computers who harness the computer to proove things about patterns as stuff .. especially to do with investment and the financial market and insurance and all that crap .. as background these people take lots of facts .. crunch them and come up with very "clever" sic ! conclussions about insurance premoiums and most importantly investment (see hwo they got that one right) .. but in principal they take all this crap and from all the numbers and trends they make abjective(sic!) analysis of the data and come up with predictions ..
one wonders????
is it not possible that people who experience visions and see the future are not just simply people who have the ability to determine correlation.. note that causality is not allways important here .. I know from a very important statistician who worked for the military noted to me that he had met a number of people who played the stock market based on the success of a lue bulls game over the weekend .. does that not screw with your scientifice sense ... where we are bound to the the adage of it may be correalation but is it causal..
there may be an insane number of correlated events that have nothing to do with causality.. but yet remain correlated through some form of stochastic equilibrium.. or balance .. that in its own scentence is an oxymoron ..
but is that not the point that we have humans who are savants, not neccessarily idiots, but who see the global and universal patterns and create some form of pattern recognition or prescience which allows them to foretell the future, not withstanding the stochastic and chaotic nature of the universe..
who knows?
but the traffic .. boy it sucks .. CS jus for u:-)
misconceptions are rife in the mind of the individual as are the outcomes of our thoughts and the interpretation of life as we perceive it..
what is bad traffic? for you for some a few cars, a lot of cars? very strange our perceptions of reality are..
as are our perceptions of time in interpersonal relationships..
as they are of people, can we understand our co-workers? or not?
strange thing that?
what are perceptions? are they real, or are they biased by objectivity or the lack thereof? the subjectivity of objectiveness, do you know what? It is wonderfull to be able to spurt non sensical crap and have people read it and read into it.. their may be a deeper level, or not?
but on a much more important thought process i was experiencing this morning or was it yesterday? not to sure..
But it has to do with prescience .. not sure if am spelling that word correctly though and the meaning is important.. i was listening to the wireless this morning or yesterday in my automobile .. and heard the most bizarre story that sprouted from the sun ( the local version thereof) .. an african woman had a vision where an angel came and spoke to her and made her pray with eugene of the green underwear and the horse .. this is not important..
but most importantly it made me wonder about this thing .. the ability to see the future . It draws me to the simple yet insane analogy that humans brains are totally underutilised and that we only use a fractional percentage of our capacity and bla bla fish paste whatever ..
but the ket to this was that it got me a wondering anf here i ramble along on a path of ludicrousness .. is it not possible that like actuaries (the pinnacle of the analytical mind (sic!)) are in fact human computers who harness the computer to proove things about patterns as stuff .. especially to do with investment and the financial market and insurance and all that crap .. as background these people take lots of facts .. crunch them and come up with very "clever" sic ! conclussions about insurance premoiums and most importantly investment (see hwo they got that one right) .. but in principal they take all this crap and from all the numbers and trends they make abjective(sic!) analysis of the data and come up with predictions ..
one wonders????
is it not possible that people who experience visions and see the future are not just simply people who have the ability to determine correlation.. note that causality is not allways important here .. I know from a very important statistician who worked for the military noted to me that he had met a number of people who played the stock market based on the success of a lue bulls game over the weekend .. does that not screw with your scientifice sense ... where we are bound to the the adage of it may be correalation but is it causal..
there may be an insane number of correlated events that have nothing to do with causality.. but yet remain correlated through some form of stochastic equilibrium.. or balance .. that in its own scentence is an oxymoron ..
but is that not the point that we have humans who are savants, not neccessarily idiots, but who see the global and universal patterns and create some form of pattern recognition or prescience which allows them to foretell the future, not withstanding the stochastic and chaotic nature of the universe..
who knows?
but the traffic .. boy it sucks .. CS jus for u:-)
Monday, February 8, 2010
quo vardis
so where two now or should i rather say.. so where to know..
after trying to read the tao of poo for the second time .. it makes more sense, yet at the same time it doesn't as does the duality or the lack of understanding of the reality we exit or perceive ourselves in ..
I stand, sit lie and wonder all the time about these things..
the brief hiatus, albeit neuro-chemically induced made a difference, as it should yet that was not the answer..
as we all stand on the brink of a new day, we wonder and we wander and wonder at the wonder..
WE are what we are.. little changes except time.. the thoughts may wane, the time changes the perspective changes, the perception the viewpoint and the understanding all changes..
we are all faced with change, for sure to be rather stereotyped and cliqued all that we can be assured off is life and taxes, or in some peoples minds death and taxes.. but i think more aptly we can only be assured of change/ stochasticity and chaos.. especially now in the age of chaotic change and flux..
does this mean there is now focus or future or does it mean something else.. no it means nothing other than this is the way things are..
sorry to disappoint you ..
we all stand at a point, a crux a fulcrum(you may wonder about that one?), there is much..
we stand and there are those of you who have a question, there are those who are questioning, there are those who stand on the brink of a new future, to be honest we all stand on the verge of a new future.. none of us know what tomorrow holds.
All we know it fills us with fear, trepidation, excitement and many other emotions.. all we can be assured of is the change and the new dawn or at least the belief of a new dawn.. things will be as they are,,,
i was thinking of more simpler things, as someone said.. there is nothing new to us .. it is all old and there is nothing new.. not like that.. in totally other words.. and then there is the emptyness the unknown..
but to know where to go? what to do to make the perfect tomorrow, maybe today is yesterdays tomorrow, should we not focus on today rather than worrying about tomorrow, yesterday and all the other days ..
i know not what the it says, the bell tolls.. time is a changing..
all we have control of is the present, we have the choice to delve in the mind, the living, the past, the future..
yes all hold a piece of the past we cannot let go off, the future is what drives us forwards or into a whirlpool of fear or uncertainty.. we cannot have absolute clarity, sometimes i think we cannot even have momentary clarity, yet at times the lucidity of the moment, the future and the past is un paralleled in its vivid nature.. know not i tell you :-)
on a more somber note i was thinking about a photographic experiment, only to find out, not without pre-conception that it would not be this way.. but that soemthing that i had thought off had been done before.. yes that i knew .. but that the clarity and perfection had been soiled into another point of reference which could well distort that which i had perceived to ahve possible value for me and purely as a statement, does that mean i cannot and will not express this vision? I know not, but it will take introspection and thought to determine the end value of such an exercise? let us see what the new dawn holds,,,
after trying to read the tao of poo for the second time .. it makes more sense, yet at the same time it doesn't as does the duality or the lack of understanding of the reality we exit or perceive ourselves in ..
I stand, sit lie and wonder all the time about these things..
the brief hiatus, albeit neuro-chemically induced made a difference, as it should yet that was not the answer..
as we all stand on the brink of a new day, we wonder and we wander and wonder at the wonder..
WE are what we are.. little changes except time.. the thoughts may wane, the time changes the perspective changes, the perception the viewpoint and the understanding all changes..
we are all faced with change, for sure to be rather stereotyped and cliqued all that we can be assured off is life and taxes, or in some peoples minds death and taxes.. but i think more aptly we can only be assured of change/ stochasticity and chaos.. especially now in the age of chaotic change and flux..
does this mean there is now focus or future or does it mean something else.. no it means nothing other than this is the way things are..
sorry to disappoint you ..
we all stand at a point, a crux a fulcrum(you may wonder about that one?), there is much..
we stand and there are those of you who have a question, there are those who are questioning, there are those who stand on the brink of a new future, to be honest we all stand on the verge of a new future.. none of us know what tomorrow holds.
All we know it fills us with fear, trepidation, excitement and many other emotions.. all we can be assured of is the change and the new dawn or at least the belief of a new dawn.. things will be as they are,,,
i was thinking of more simpler things, as someone said.. there is nothing new to us .. it is all old and there is nothing new.. not like that.. in totally other words.. and then there is the emptyness the unknown..
but to know where to go? what to do to make the perfect tomorrow, maybe today is yesterdays tomorrow, should we not focus on today rather than worrying about tomorrow, yesterday and all the other days ..
i know not what the it says, the bell tolls.. time is a changing..
all we have control of is the present, we have the choice to delve in the mind, the living, the past, the future..
yes all hold a piece of the past we cannot let go off, the future is what drives us forwards or into a whirlpool of fear or uncertainty.. we cannot have absolute clarity, sometimes i think we cannot even have momentary clarity, yet at times the lucidity of the moment, the future and the past is un paralleled in its vivid nature.. know not i tell you :-)
on a more somber note i was thinking about a photographic experiment, only to find out, not without pre-conception that it would not be this way.. but that soemthing that i had thought off had been done before.. yes that i knew .. but that the clarity and perfection had been soiled into another point of reference which could well distort that which i had perceived to ahve possible value for me and purely as a statement, does that mean i cannot and will not express this vision? I know not, but it will take introspection and thought to determine the end value of such an exercise? let us see what the new dawn holds,,,
Saturday, January 2, 2010
a time to resolve?
we all stand here at the beginning of x2k0,
I wonder what did you resolve to do or not to do?
Is it important to have resolved to do or not to do or whatever...
I stand here naked to the world, not really ;-), wondering in the context that you all did or didnt..
on a much important vein or is that vain, they are both important, I saw a most amazing website relating to Land art.. soemthing i have always been fascinated about.. and here it stands .. an art form that is temporal in nature and often, if not always unseen by most ? Beyond this the artist has a commission or grant to do these silent works of art similar to the sound of the wind, trees falling and more ..
go and look at some of his work (http://www.strijdom.co.za/) it may or may not resonate at all.. just simply amazing..
beyond that we stand at the cusp of a new year, even though in general terms, it is a continuum with a nominal stasis or hiatus only to be plunged again headlong into the rushing of the perpetual self perpetuation of the insane self instantiated chaos we call our lives in the work place..
Yes in general terms the holiday is over, get back to work..
Sorry to those who could either not physically or mentally extricate themselves from the rigour and mental bonds of their work lives and careers..
Something which should be frowned upon .. which i still believe should be spelled apon?..
but either way we all need our break and holiday ..
ok enbough for now
I wonder what did you resolve to do or not to do?
Is it important to have resolved to do or not to do or whatever...
I stand here naked to the world, not really ;-), wondering in the context that you all did or didnt..
on a much important vein or is that vain, they are both important, I saw a most amazing website relating to Land art.. soemthing i have always been fascinated about.. and here it stands .. an art form that is temporal in nature and often, if not always unseen by most ? Beyond this the artist has a commission or grant to do these silent works of art similar to the sound of the wind, trees falling and more ..
go and look at some of his work (http://www.strijdom.co.za/) it may or may not resonate at all.. just simply amazing..
beyond that we stand at the cusp of a new year, even though in general terms, it is a continuum with a nominal stasis or hiatus only to be plunged again headlong into the rushing of the perpetual self perpetuation of the insane self instantiated chaos we call our lives in the work place..
Yes in general terms the holiday is over, get back to work..
Sorry to those who could either not physically or mentally extricate themselves from the rigour and mental bonds of their work lives and careers..
Something which should be frowned upon .. which i still believe should be spelled apon?..
but either way we all need our break and holiday ..
ok enbough for now
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
all things wild and wonderfull
All things wild and wonderful, all things bright and beautiful, all things wild and wonderful.
All things grey like the flint grey sky
where does the weirdness come from? Where does it go at night? Onto the streets and into our minds.. slowly gnawing away at the sensibilities within our brain. Adding in etOH and all proverbial hell breaks lose at the seams of existence. well not always, just sometimes. How much of our perspective is based on our perspective of normality? Where does the illusive normal part of the curve of our existence lie on the continuum of life....
this was started some time ago ..
yes we are at that time of the year again .. a time for reflection..
time to wonder about the year passed and the year lying in front of us..
what to wonder about? do we have to wonder or can we treat it like the continuum it is? or is there an actual stasis and rebirth at this time of the year or is that all just marketing :-)
All things grey like the flint grey sky
where does the weirdness come from? Where does it go at night? Onto the streets and into our minds.. slowly gnawing away at the sensibilities within our brain. Adding in etOH and all proverbial hell breaks lose at the seams of existence. well not always, just sometimes. How much of our perspective is based on our perspective of normality? Where does the illusive normal part of the curve of our existence lie on the continuum of life....
this was started some time ago ..
yes we are at that time of the year again .. a time for reflection..
time to wonder about the year passed and the year lying in front of us..
what to wonder about? do we have to wonder or can we treat it like the continuum it is? or is there an actual stasis and rebirth at this time of the year or is that all just marketing :-)
Saturday, December 19, 2009
and the storm winds blew
and the storm winds blew
the wind pulled writhingingly through my number 2 hair style..
standing under the deep blue and purple clouds
the wind tearing at the soul
pulling, pushing and moving me
moving everything around me
the earth the sky everything moves
the leaves tear in the wind
the wind pulled writhingingly through my number 2 hair style..
standing under the deep blue and purple clouds
the wind tearing at the soul
pulling, pushing and moving me
moving everything around me
the earth the sky everything moves
the leaves tear in the wind
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
the essence of timing
Much of what we experience in life comes down to the poetry of timing, life weaves it endless waves and lines through the dimension we call time turning certainties in uncertainties and visa versa...
I was watching Californication last night, what a series with an amazing script, but what resonated most with me was the inevitability of his characters self destruction and how the reality of life permeated through his character, yes it is obtuse and in a fair portion of society vulgar and exhibitionistic.. it still rings true for all of us in that there are always consequences to events in life, both good and bad.. seemingly no different to the SECRET, yet showing the flipside of the coin. No matter how much the intent to change exists, the underlying basis of ones personality will permeate through your existence... bringing me to one of my pet concerns, which has an underlying thread through my existence.. my questioning of the value of these quick self help mind "correction" books like the secret, paulo cohelo books and the likes where the author spurts or exacuates common sense labeled as infinite wisdom and truths? This may be my academic trainign, if i can call it that, the in bred drive to question the reality and perception of life as i experience it? Who knows? Maybe they do have value?
Can things ever be taken at face value? or is there a deeper hidden meaning in things we experience around us, or is that merely a construct of the thing we call our mind?
There is no knowing ?
We have to consider all that goes on around us and chose if that
{
Ah now after Blogis interuptis I continue on the path of rambling along.. a day or so later}
?? no idea what i was saying there :-)
but one would imagine that something in the lines of
which we perceive around us is what it is, how complicated is life, how much belongs to things we can change? how much is controlled in another sphere we cannot control?
Can we influence our life? One would imagine that what we can do is not impact on our lives negatively.. one would imagine that this is something in the lines of what the authors of the "secret" were trying to say. You can stop making your life worse, which in turn makes it better, but changing things in another way is far more difficult, we can remove the hand brake on our lives and continue forward in the direction that our inertia pushes us .. yes one would image that we can moderately alter the way we experience our life, but there are certain things that we cannot change .. if we are born with one leg, we can only experience life with one leg .. but there are contradictions to this .. namely the Blade runner .. he was born with legs but lost them at a very young age .. and yet he can still activly participate in athletics .. suppose that is a testament to human nature...
But the question we have to ask is? Do we all have this ability or not, one would imagine that there is predisposition for this in all of our make up.. But we are often bound by the way our life has turned out.. we can do what we can, but that is a contradiction..
I suppose we can all bootstrap ourselves much further than we could imagine, I suspect it is the amount we can bootstrap ourselves, all within the milieu of chaos and predestination and the amount we allow ourselves to compete in the game of life..
This brings me to an analogy I was just briefly considering...
Flyfishing .. we can learn the skills and we can cast and catch fish.. But what determines how much and how large a fish we can capture? when three people of similar skill levels go fishing for a determinate period of time, why is it that certain people can catch more or larger fish? How does that work? we all stand casting our lines ... catch fish, no it is not that we all dont catch or do catch fish.. but one person has a purple patch? How is that explained? things are chaotic and random, yet not..
Someone standing on the outside notices that we are all using the same skills and are dealing with the same environmental variables, "But our catch rates differ throughout the day and the weekend.. Yes there is an element of skill.. there is an element of confidence.. Now there is a paradoxical statement.. how is it possible for me to say that?> It is a very strange perception. FF has a lot to do with confidence.. it does not always pay off, but if we truly believe we will catch the bigger fish.. and the many fish or should i rather say much fish like my children..
will have to think a little more on this and try to write this more coherently.. but for now this is enough..
I was watching Californication last night, what a series with an amazing script, but what resonated most with me was the inevitability of his characters self destruction and how the reality of life permeated through his character, yes it is obtuse and in a fair portion of society vulgar and exhibitionistic.. it still rings true for all of us in that there are always consequences to events in life, both good and bad.. seemingly no different to the SECRET, yet showing the flipside of the coin. No matter how much the intent to change exists, the underlying basis of ones personality will permeate through your existence... bringing me to one of my pet concerns, which has an underlying thread through my existence.. my questioning of the value of these quick self help mind "correction" books like the secret, paulo cohelo books and the likes where the author spurts or exacuates common sense labeled as infinite wisdom and truths? This may be my academic trainign, if i can call it that, the in bred drive to question the reality and perception of life as i experience it? Who knows? Maybe they do have value?
Can things ever be taken at face value? or is there a deeper hidden meaning in things we experience around us, or is that merely a construct of the thing we call our mind?
There is no knowing ?
We have to consider all that goes on around us and chose if that
{
Ah now after Blogis interuptis I continue on the path of rambling along.. a day or so later}
?? no idea what i was saying there :-)
but one would imagine that something in the lines of
which we perceive around us is what it is, how complicated is life, how much belongs to things we can change? how much is controlled in another sphere we cannot control?
Can we influence our life? One would imagine that what we can do is not impact on our lives negatively.. one would imagine that this is something in the lines of what the authors of the "secret" were trying to say. You can stop making your life worse, which in turn makes it better, but changing things in another way is far more difficult, we can remove the hand brake on our lives and continue forward in the direction that our inertia pushes us .. yes one would image that we can moderately alter the way we experience our life, but there are certain things that we cannot change .. if we are born with one leg, we can only experience life with one leg .. but there are contradictions to this .. namely the Blade runner .. he was born with legs but lost them at a very young age .. and yet he can still activly participate in athletics .. suppose that is a testament to human nature...
But the question we have to ask is? Do we all have this ability or not, one would imagine that there is predisposition for this in all of our make up.. But we are often bound by the way our life has turned out.. we can do what we can, but that is a contradiction..
I suppose we can all bootstrap ourselves much further than we could imagine, I suspect it is the amount we can bootstrap ourselves, all within the milieu of chaos and predestination and the amount we allow ourselves to compete in the game of life..
This brings me to an analogy I was just briefly considering...
Flyfishing .. we can learn the skills and we can cast and catch fish.. But what determines how much and how large a fish we can capture? when three people of similar skill levels go fishing for a determinate period of time, why is it that certain people can catch more or larger fish? How does that work? we all stand casting our lines ... catch fish, no it is not that we all dont catch or do catch fish.. but one person has a purple patch? How is that explained? things are chaotic and random, yet not..
Someone standing on the outside notices that we are all using the same skills and are dealing with the same environmental variables, "But our catch rates differ throughout the day and the weekend.. Yes there is an element of skill.. there is an element of confidence.. Now there is a paradoxical statement.. how is it possible for me to say that?> It is a very strange perception. FF has a lot to do with confidence.. it does not always pay off, but if we truly believe we will catch the bigger fish.. and the many fish or should i rather say much fish like my children..
will have to think a little more on this and try to write this more coherently.. but for now this is enough..
Monday, December 7, 2009
back to the old stuff
back to the old stuff....
sometimes... no I lie .. often i wonder about human dynamics ..
you may wonder what i wonder about ..
I wonder a lot i think a lot .. maybe to much..
I believe like a lot of other ppl that i have a fair judge of other characters,,,,
But do we ever?
no this is nothing ominous.. just some questioning on the nature of the human kind, where do our, their and other allegiances lie?
maybe allegiances is a strong word for what i want to say? maybe it should rather be re-phrased as mental awareness of those around us. No before you wonder, this is not a depressive diatribe that is developing. this is rather a questioing of human nature and how we as humans experience it from the outside or rather as an observer of a moment (wanted to say an?), how are our perceptions built, how are they formed. To return to an old thread can we ever really ever be objective about anything, let alone people and their motives and thoughts? Can we ever stand outside and look in and ever understand the complexity within base don the exterior facade or representation that we/you, they or them portray to the world.
Within the silent world of the intelectual, I wonder why?
What is it that the intellectual, or the external view thereof hold such anguish and questioning in those who feel they are not an intellectual equal. In the bible it is said we are all granted talents, strangely as a child i always believed them to be coins? Strange thing that? coins depicted as coins? But i ask with proverbial tears in my eyes? what makes us different?
how if we stare through the cold reality of truth that, what we are is not enough? Why is it that perceptions are so slanted against that which is the reality of the experience or life we, they them, us you view when looking at the person in front of you? We stand un-affronted and look at those around us and create images and perceptions of what it is that people are...
WE stand WE look we perceive and conclude with little view of the reality, yes this is human.. we can but only view life as an image or rather a reflection of our life in the terms of the reflection we see that is not ours.. we judge, we view, we believe we understand.. When did the reality and the individual disappear? When did the value and the integral nature of the individual fade into the milieu of society, most probably long before me and long after me. Our perceptions of relaity are tainted by that which we believe and experience and often we drive our perceptions into a place which is not real. Yes there is good within, there is bad within, there is life within. we tend to humanise the experience, where the experience is not which we perceive? We read markers and flags that society plant on the hill that we call humans. On this hill we crucify like that which was biblically documented, no this is not a christian diabtribe, but rather a comment on the society we see and experience and live..
The markers are there, the experience is there, the impact is however unknown to us or those around us, and even less is the impact of the perception or experience thereof. The flags stand there high and waving or fluttering in the wind of the life we are or experience. How often do we understand? And no this is not excluding me as the observer at this point, but as the recipient and the observee ( yes maybe i should have used observed, but i liked that word more) ..
All that remains to be said is that all we have is the experience and the interaction thereof and how we interact and represent in our minds eye..
you may be confused, read it again.. this is not a finger pointing as I may have done in the past, but rather an observation on human nature.. WE are, WE Observe, we view and in the same light we are Observed. Where does this go. Confusion and misunderstanding relating to the nature of humanity. Is this a good or bad thing? I am not sure, but this is just the nature of humanity.
you are most probably asking what the frigin hell am i trying to say.. it should be clear if it isnt, then it isnt. no more will i say for now. I may say more later. But this is a multifaceted thing, this thing we call life and living as a human. Bound by the humanity of our existence, bound by the observation and observed, bound by the interaction, bound by the nature of the mind which we all know just to well is not what we think it is..
enough said for now :-)
sometimes... no I lie .. often i wonder about human dynamics ..
you may wonder what i wonder about ..
I wonder a lot i think a lot .. maybe to much..
I believe like a lot of other ppl that i have a fair judge of other characters,,,,
But do we ever?
no this is nothing ominous.. just some questioning on the nature of the human kind, where do our, their and other allegiances lie?
maybe allegiances is a strong word for what i want to say? maybe it should rather be re-phrased as mental awareness of those around us. No before you wonder, this is not a depressive diatribe that is developing. this is rather a questioing of human nature and how we as humans experience it from the outside or rather as an observer of a moment (wanted to say an?), how are our perceptions built, how are they formed. To return to an old thread can we ever really ever be objective about anything, let alone people and their motives and thoughts? Can we ever stand outside and look in and ever understand the complexity within base don the exterior facade or representation that we/you, they or them portray to the world.
Within the silent world of the intelectual, I wonder why?
What is it that the intellectual, or the external view thereof hold such anguish and questioning in those who feel they are not an intellectual equal. In the bible it is said we are all granted talents, strangely as a child i always believed them to be coins? Strange thing that? coins depicted as coins? But i ask with proverbial tears in my eyes? what makes us different?
how if we stare through the cold reality of truth that, what we are is not enough? Why is it that perceptions are so slanted against that which is the reality of the experience or life we, they them, us you view when looking at the person in front of you? We stand un-affronted and look at those around us and create images and perceptions of what it is that people are...
WE stand WE look we perceive and conclude with little view of the reality, yes this is human.. we can but only view life as an image or rather a reflection of our life in the terms of the reflection we see that is not ours.. we judge, we view, we believe we understand.. When did the reality and the individual disappear? When did the value and the integral nature of the individual fade into the milieu of society, most probably long before me and long after me. Our perceptions of relaity are tainted by that which we believe and experience and often we drive our perceptions into a place which is not real. Yes there is good within, there is bad within, there is life within. we tend to humanise the experience, where the experience is not which we perceive? We read markers and flags that society plant on the hill that we call humans. On this hill we crucify like that which was biblically documented, no this is not a christian diabtribe, but rather a comment on the society we see and experience and live..
The markers are there, the experience is there, the impact is however unknown to us or those around us, and even less is the impact of the perception or experience thereof. The flags stand there high and waving or fluttering in the wind of the life we are or experience. How often do we understand? And no this is not excluding me as the observer at this point, but as the recipient and the observee ( yes maybe i should have used observed, but i liked that word more) ..
All that remains to be said is that all we have is the experience and the interaction thereof and how we interact and represent in our minds eye..
you may be confused, read it again.. this is not a finger pointing as I may have done in the past, but rather an observation on human nature.. WE are, WE Observe, we view and in the same light we are Observed. Where does this go. Confusion and misunderstanding relating to the nature of humanity. Is this a good or bad thing? I am not sure, but this is just the nature of humanity.
you are most probably asking what the frigin hell am i trying to say.. it should be clear if it isnt, then it isnt. no more will i say for now. I may say more later. But this is a multifaceted thing, this thing we call life and living as a human. Bound by the humanity of our existence, bound by the observation and observed, bound by the interaction, bound by the nature of the mind which we all know just to well is not what we think it is..
enough said for now :-)
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