Author: LogicEscape (---.cpe.net.cable.roger)
Date: 04-25-06 18:17
Sunny day mutemaler. Almost.
"I think our view stunts truth, stunts evolution."
Undoubtedly, and yet I think maybe necessary to a closed system reaching it's potential if it is to travel beyond it at all. To evolve. To Morph. To superextend. (It does define the leaping off point.) But here, at this juncture, where that complex form must make a decision...stepping back is a stance for sure. Unless our view truely does stunt truth, stunt evolution; then this juncture maybe is better approached as a letting go point. To quote captain Kirk: "It has the virture at least of never having been tried before." (Speaking here of the aggregate of it.) And I tend to be a bit humble when I get to this juncture. Like it's not really my call or something. That here I am really just along for the ride and I have no real say in that place. That to make the next leap, we must aspire to allow this to be en-acted by becomming the innocense of new life, never taking our heart off of vision in the process.
It's funny you used the term closed-system. I was toying with that term myself not a half-hour before I came back to my computer. I was asking myself why I was so insistant that it all had to be knowable necessarily and just like that, in a flash the thought came back almost before I could ask the question. Because IT IS a closed system. And that constant...is constant until it isn't any longer and it re-defines everything. So I want to know that constant.
" Must slam on the brakes, and do this not to take up abode in a backwater, not to regress, but in order to continue to evolve."
It's either that or take a giant leap for mankind. So if half go one way and half go the other, we should be OK? Whatever. I feel it is not in our hands irregardless, and we just pick one to keep ourselves busy here heh.
"the pond-of-no-name: Where the red-wing blackbird sings, to the sound - of moss growing slowly."
Funny you mentioned that too. This yard has been ours for fifteen years now, and I don't ever recall seeing a red-winged blackbird until last month. Now they are here all the time.
Lilifusion I think has had the virture of being tried but someone marked all these little lines all over it. Chaos ensued.
"I wonder... wonder why we seem hell-bent to find the ultimate material Building Block or the ultimate other-worldly Cement, when there are clearly complex forms which are not material but are just as clearly real, are equally reality. And where neither is "over" the other in this, neither ultimate, neither illusion - if they are separable at all."
And so that is my wondering of it too. Do you think the ultimate material Building Block or the ultimate other-worldly Cement is as hell bent to be found? Maybe it is that which compels us. No escaping within words is there? As soon as you put it to words, form tries to happen.