Short Story 4/ 5…Saturday, 25/11/2017
This is a short story about talking to plants… It is fictitious – just a thought experiment, innit? Trying out alternative explanations for accepted phenomena, as an exercise…
[I want to relax out of the trifling miscellany of day to day life. Can you please take me on a walk round a human-centric gallery of The Divine? I’d love that. In return, I’ll pass on anything of importance that you show me…]
[[You think that space and time are requirements of movement but actually movement is a requirement for space and time – it’s that way round. It was consciousness moving that formed the dimensions of physical existence.]]
[See this is what I love about you – you don’t mess around with smalltalk.]
[[No function for it.]]
[So let me get this straight – the vibrating energy that constitutes all things… is also cranking out time? And also cranking
Some traits of a recently departed friend that I think are worth striving for;
His courage to live life on his own terms – even to face death on his own terms
His incredible talent, work ethic, and interest in the realm of Art
His commitment to others – his friendships were intense because he felt things deeply, but he had a willingness to apologise and forgive
His kindness to animals
His consistent impishness, especially towards authority figures
The fact he made a point of saying what he wanted to before it was too late
Bravo – would rather he’d have stayed for those of us who have to face a future without him, but objectively speaking – the end of a chapter, well lived.
The Trend…Saturday, 16/09/2017
I heard a very good explanation of where meaning can be found – from internet meme and Kermit-voiced, Dr. Jordan Peterson, the other day. He said that humans have a number of dimensions to their existence and many of them extend beyond their immediate lives; their future selves, the community around them, their descendents – and so on… He suggested that if one patterned one’s activity so that it matched the pattern of these extra-personal components of life… it would register in the body as meaning… I really can’t think of a better way to put it than that.
My contention with technology is that it creates a kind of armour around the human body, that obscures the greater pattern beyond, disabling any possibility of true resonance with the natural environment for which we’re largely adapted. The vitriol I see directed at millenials when they tussle for power with false grievances, is
The following is a system for working out if someone loves you, without having to take the risk of telling them you love them first. It also somewhat insulates them from exposure. Somewhat.
Send them an anonymous letter to the effect of “Look, I love you – but I value our friendship, so to avoid fucking it up, please work with me here and anonymously send a sheet of paper with [whatever] on it, to the address of the person that YOU love. Thank you for your cooperation – and thanks in advance for understanding that I can never admit that it was me who sent this message.”
They then send their love [whatever] on a sheet of paper – safe in the knowledge that this crush, if it’s not you, will just think the random message is… some kind of weird marketing… BUT IF IT IS YOU, you’ll have