Wet Paper Bag wrote:
> being wrote:
>
>> >not real. really being, you are becoming burdensome... you set your
>> >stakes, we agreed on your conditions...
>
>> I have no idea what you're talking about.
>
>then what is the claim here?
I have no idea.
Near as the figures ground any reversal
a poster stated he had not seen any detailed
description of Heaven.
Links were provided.
We began a discussion.
Our conversation continues.
We share views.
There are a few mines.
Some hold precious ore, gems,
and thoughts to chew and mull over
found in streams of consciousness.
> i see nothing remotely expressing focus.
I see, as little wheels are turned,
microbial life, sub-atomic, super-natural,
artificial and astronomical views in as well
as out of focus. Clarity and blurry
follow each other as the field
is magnified by a power.
>the conditions as you set out at the beginning of our art...
>experience... the nature of experience... the experience and the
>experienced... this were your start point yes?
You appeared to me to suggest
how the links I provided were not to be
taken as a form of reality seeing
as how my experience as
not included in them.
If that is your condition, semantically,
as determining what reality is,
ore consists of, then that's okay with me.
>> > please, jump, you are getting
>> >a little glitchy yes?
>>
>> I have no idea what you're talking about.
>
>i am referring to what should have been studied as a pre-requisite for
>this level of discussion... the initiating force of action... that
>transmutation from belief to faith...
>
>> I have ideas. But no experience.
>
>ideas? experience?... which do you have again?...
I have no idea what was snipped.
My recollection is fuzzy, out of focus.
Probably, perhaps, it had to do with an experience
of Heaven, as depicted in the links provided.
Alchemically, metaphorically, there have been
experiences in my experiences which might
qualify my words as being pointers.
Detailed descript-
ions of such heavenly realms
tend not to be what I assumed the OP
was after.
Lots of levels were mentioned.
Second chakra. Fourth. Seventh.
Third may be at play. Fifth and sixth,
as well as first, all as well, in all, is well.
> i could not say blue
>whale no less than i could say your first bike... are you suggesting
>then that now is the criteria for experience?
I assume blue whales are real
and detailed descriptions of them
can be found with a bit of a search.
No problem.
In my lexicon, I don't need to experience
seeing nor touching nor smelling a whale,
be it blue, hunchback, killer or another type
to believe and have faith they exist.
It is a blessing, in ways, to believe,
without having experienced, such great
forms of life on Earth actually exist.
> that experience is only
>manifest in this moment?
Experience was your axiom, or so I had thought.
My offering was simply a few links
to any who were searching for a picture.
>explains why when i say blue whale you know
>what i mean... you must... it was your example... think of chocolate
>cake, baking, the smells fill the room... why can you experience? are
>not your tastes salivating? i see no cake.
Perhaps the same is true of Heaven.
As well as of God, Jesus, Krishna, Yukteswar, et al.
>that is the door into something... that, say, i manage to somehow
>change circuits... restrict input by some mental means of another,
>then, through thought alone re-create the experience chocolate cake,
>in all its details... in awareness, depending on ones degree of
>mastery... there are no senses... but, through correct manipulation...
>i see no difference in thinking chocolate cake and actually having
>chocolate cake.
Then I can only wonder why
you did not appear to appreciate the links
provided as providing any picture or
detailed description of Heaven.
>> If experience is the criterion
>> for determining what reality is
>> then, in that case, blue whales
>> are not real, except for those
>> who have experienced them.
>
>you have no experience then... yet you know blue whale... you could
>have used any other example...
>
>> It might beg the question
>> what is meant by the term, experience.
>
>it is your question... i am listening...
Without ever having tasted nor heard anything
about chocolate cake, one might be at a loss.
I am reminded, again, of the man who was born
blind. Without any sight. Never lost touch with it.
An avatar happens along, in the course of events,
and provides eyesight to the one born blind.
Metaphorically, amazing.
A guy was sent, from before the foundations,
who, in some sense, took part in the structure,
the architecture, to take a fall before the fall,
to reclaim all who were once known as
children, sons and daughters.
For those Joes, those lost sheep, to them
he was sent. To those that had lost sight.
But, there's the guy born blind.
Who never had sight.
Who was given sight.
I find that amazing.
And I have you to thank
for playing your part, avatar,
such as you are. In this case.
Thus. Thanks!
Very nice.
>> > i have never seen a fhyt kdhas... no idea... you?
>>
>> No idea.
>
>but you know, or have an idea called blue whale... it is just as
>absurd...
If you say so.
But I have no idea why.
I have tasted chocolate cake.
I have no idea what a fhyt kdhas is.
Without knowing the meaning of the words,
plus without any context, there is little
to be said. Absurd or other-wise.
The terms, blue whale or chocolate cake,
carry meaning. And while the meanings are
not necessarily fixed and carry their own baggage,
never-the-less, we might converse a bit
about the sight or taste, the Pavlov,
and they ring a few bells.
The other terms, fhyt kdhas, leave me
without any taste in my mouth, nor eye watering
spectacles of ocean slapping tale fins.
>> > then perhaps
>> >we can give it one...
>>
>> If you would like to.
>
>moot.
>
>> >those would not be details then would they be?
>>
>> The descriptions would include details.
>
>of what?
Of Heaven, blue whales, chocolate cake.
> the thing in and of itself?...
If you have a perception of fhyt kdhas,
and are able to convey to me something
of your views, your maps, or experience
then I might have a glimpse of a glimmer.
The thing, whatever it may be, in and of itself
might be a question, or out of the question.
> then no wonder you are
>confused... what object of experience do we mean?
That's a good question.
And it might hold a preconception
or presumption or some hidden attribute, notion,
even an ocean of subject-object relationships
which sail across an eye to sea.
> in one word or
>less... everything is icing... every addition of one character to
>30^30... is not one idea but millions...
Tug on a thread
and the whole ship
may sink, or be pushed
into a safe harbor.
I don't know if a tug pushing
is some sort of oxymoron.
Maybe they should be called push-boats.
And if all they do is push, that might pull
me into a conundrum drumming.
Mostly, aye, figures
of speech skate and skim
across various surfaces in waves.
>> > fact-similes.
>>
>> Reasonable.
>
>that chair you are sitting in/on... is it a blue whale?... and yet you
>have no more experience of something you are now doing, sitting in
>that chair... than you do a blue whale...
Words might convey something.
A body known to me as mine
is experiencing a chair as its fingers type
and eyes see words appear on a screen.
The chair is not a horse of any color.
Although, it is able to rock.
And if I lean back far enough
I may find myself in a roll
if not a pickle.
>> >enthusiasm sells. flipping a coin here... have you ever sky dived?
>>
>> Nope.
>>
>> > i
>> >have. what could i possibly tell you about it? pictures? video? what?
>>
>> Whatever you care to share.
>
>getting snotty already eh?
Not at the moment.
Please feel free to share
whatever you care to if you care to.
>> The thrill. The rush. If there were those.
>
>absolutely.
>
>> Putting them into words might be a challenge.
>
>no... as long as they are my words...
>
>> Somebody might challenge, in response, that
>> what you experienced does not exist.
>
>yes... but we strive not to be one of those people... the cliff and
>the fall are not there... is falling real?
Perhaps as real as gravity.
> to suggest otherwise... can
>be easily proved if you need a push...
Earth might grab me.
Space collapse me.
Mixing and matching levels
may or may not playing fields.
As a singularity, event horizons
might be pupils of emptiness
thru which light passes.
Data is sensed.
Words might be out put
into air or on screens
at a theater near
another body.
As if there were
more than only one.
>> You might present evidence of some sort.
>> Evidence might be accepted or rejected.
>
>have any scars?... prove they didn't happen.
Proof is another word
which can be used, as a tool, as a net.
To apply an axiom of Euclidean measure
to the surface of a sphere might equate
angles not adding up to a complete 180.
Doing an about-face
one might face Heaven.
To sea, to have a notion, to wave
at a particular face of Heaven, to picture
various details, might be to link, in a way,
thru hyper-space as well as cyber.
>> You could then try to talk the challenger
>> into going up into a plane with you.
>
>now you are getting it...
>
>> But if the challenger refuses
>> then sky diving might be out of the question.
>
>but no the experience. thus one can not defend that the experience
>itself does not exist. it does. and how can one refuse? what is the
>possible outcomes to determine if of course fear... being a factor is
>based in something that we both concede must not be real...
Factors arise
after a so-called differentiated thing
is carved out of what was undiferentiated
and carved yet again, to determine
what made it tick.
What is real
can be defined and determined
based on various givens, ore axioms.
As far as a word goes, reality
can be as bad as the verb forms of to be.
Some say it is better to say,
rather than what a thing is,
what a thing appears to be.
A guy once asked about love.
If it is real. A response was,
it's real enough.
>> No explanation possible.
>
>explanation and experience are possible... cooperation however?
Yeah.
Without operating
the patient didn't stand.
He had no legs, and his brain
appeared to be sitting in his head
without moving a whole lot.
He did like to ride his bike.
But complained all the while.
Thinking monster cars and trucks
were out to get him, to squash him.
Perhaps he identified himself
with being a sort of bug.
He was not snug, yet was smug,
in his rug. His carpet unable to fly.
Not with butter. Not on toast.
Not even with a net.
Nor, oddly, on a bet.
Not knowing heads from tales,
he continued to post his posts
and there, the sign post, his
twilight zone, troll valley.
>> >have you ever stood up with faith and fallen?
>>
>> Not that I recall.
>> Sometimes a limb may fall asleep.
>> That's a strange situation.
>
>not really... all i am suggesting is that if the mind and its actions
>are supported by your unwillingness to fall... but you are saying the
>fall could not, nor has it ever happened... i don't believe you
>toddler...
In terms of metaphor,
each time my faith is tested, I fail.
My old pastor once said, the trip
is one of ever increasing faith.
If one never fell
one's faith would never grow.
A spelling test
of words that have only one letter
might not be much of a test.
How many are there? Two?
To name all that consist of three.
That might be more of a chore.
Words might have legs
or wings of various sorts.
Some may stand or fall
under their own power,
or appear to be sew doing.
>> >really?
>>
>> Yes.
>> For me that's usually normal.
>
>sure... we may look from any point of view... what you want to see is
>what you get... seek and you shall find... what are you looking for?
I had found a post
requesting a depiction of Heaven.
Not sure why
it caught my eye.
Each morning, as among my rites, I look
for messages in a group to which I subscribe.
This bamboo grove, in which I look,
there are, at times, ways
in which I find a way
which is a joy
of sorts.
>experience? or is there a specific type of experience...
It is a type of center.
An emptiness of thirty spokes.
A hub. An axis. At times bold.
At times a power, an impulse.
A warp, a weft, a loom, of Dao.
Loam, perhaps, a ground level
of a playing field as it flowers.
A foam and form of consciousness.
A particular wave, of a notion.
You provide me with grist.
An echo. A sounding board.
Much better than the monkey.
Quality stuff. At times. Such as these.
With ease, like the man flying.
Without a net, he dares.
And with a net
without a care.
>> > does each pov have its own voice?...
>>
>> Not that I am able to discern.
>
>really?... you can not make the distinction between looking for car
>keys and listening to the radio?...
Some povs have their own jingle.
Other maps sound all the same
in terms of voice.
Each, at times, can be, as a transparency.
Each a map. Each with spots of an X or x.
With treasures and paths.
When placed such as to be seen thru,
compiled, a body may take shape.
One of thought.
>> > then consider i am God...
>>
>> Okay.
>>
>> >you want to be me for some unknown...
>>
>> Okay. When you say, "me"
>> I assume you mean the body
>> that has the fingers that typed
>> the words as written, above.
>
>you assume that is what i am?...
I assumed, when you wrote, "me"
that you were referring to your body.
> a body with fingers typing words...
>is that all? rather restrictive don't you think?
To consider that you are God
can be considered in many lights.
I assumed you were referring to yourself
as being a form of life, a form of energy,
flowing through a body, the body
whose fingers typed, "me"
for some reason.
Why I would want to be that
tends to make me wonder,
why I would want to be that.
To think I would want to be
something that I already am
would be a strange thought
for me to think about.
>> Everyone wants to be God
>> in the form that you happen to be?
>
>form? i said nothing of form... philosophically what is the word God?
>is it not all, everything? every form?...
If that is how it is defined to be.
A standard God of Abraham, philosophically,
is not all, nor everything, not every form.
Not at all.
God as the Universe
may impart a spin to a pin
to stick into a Universe.
>> Why can't they be God
>> in the form they happen to be?
>
>good question.
>
>
>> Being the brains of the Universe
>> they might think the Universe
>> has no brains at all.
>
>quite good... and yet as vessels...
>
>
>> Some thoughts please me
>> more than other thoughts.
>
>which thoughts? the ones from experience... or the experiences yet to
>be done?
Both, at times.
>> > and nothing gets done... does that sound like do
>> >nothing and everything gets done? or more like you missed the ark...
>>
>> Perhaps it was a sine.
>> Then again, a cosine.
>> A tangent, maybe.
>
>tangent... definitely a tangent...
>
>> >it is immediately suspicious yes?
>>
>> At times action is spontaneous.
>
>as spontaneous as the Way?
Identical. Congruent. Wu-wei.
In that sense, one is Dao.
There is no distinct-
ion charge. No ironic pentameter.
>> At times, reflection and improvisation
>> might improve upon a situation.
>
>then you think the Way is not perfect?
If I think perfect and imperfect are
two sides of a thing, a way, a Dao,
which includes both but is neither,
then I might think Dao is Way
far beyond as well as within
being perfect.
To think Dao is perfect
might be a lop-sided thought, for me.
But, at times, there is that playing field.
When semantics are at play
then context tends to be king.
A checkered board presents itself
where up on one may move
when reaching the other side
in more directions than previous.
>> On one level, that's only natural.
>> On another level, it's entirely artificial.
>
>what level are we working on?
Seams to me to be many.
>> On yet a third level, it's useless, vain,
>> exercises in futility. And then again,
>
>like say... refusing to sky dive as not to dust the mirror...
A para or meta chute on a brick.
>> > yes, the one thing is the Law... like
>> >awareness... what is this Law until something gets set in motion? and
>> >what you have done to your dwelling is perpetually ask the old light
>> >in the fridge question... are the Laws still there? yup.
>>
>> Until a glitch appears.
>
>an inconsistency... what is not in accord? can you accept the glitch
>as a false? as a no? or do you see the glitch as something that can
>and will be negotiated... like gravity... unfortunately, like karma,
>if you take a plane up... it bends the Law... but only for a period of
>time... to do that, to bend a Law, comes at the cost of fuel... and
>once the karma is set to flower... the plane will run out of fuel
>eventually... is that a glitch?... since if you cannot land the plane,
>if you can not undo the done... you crash. every time. no exceptions.
If it was unanticipated, then probably a glitch.
If the supposition was that the plane would
function as it was designed, but didn't,
then a glitch would be so-called.
I like the word, and to think
that is what the Universe is made of,
full of, in the blink and a wink of many an I.
Half empty. Half bologna.
Feeding on itself. Flowering
for a spell then it fades
away along its way.
Glitches, glimpses and glimmers.
Add a few quirks. Presto.
>> When something is broken
>> and a desire to fix it bubbles up
>> then one is aware of manifestations,
>
>that is not what it says... what is broken?
Whatever doesn't function
as it was thought to have ought to.
> then we see what it is...
>then we may determine its cause since we already know its effect...
An effect is a lop-side.
What is, is.
The computer, a door-stop, a brick.
If its not-running is an effect,
then already the brick has been carved.
The paradigm invoked
without a second-thought.
>like people think i can read minds... thoughts... details... no...
>well, not exactly... i start with a generality... a response to a
>stimulus...
I have no doubt you can read minds
if the situation calls for you to read them.
You might fly, without burning a wing,
or sit in a meadow and hear the grass sing.
>what are you running away from being?
I am sitting, at present.
Normally when running I simply run.
Perhaps to the end of running.
A few miles at most, at times.
More like jogging, usually.
Downhill is better for me.
Easier on the feet.
>obviously here, you may dance... but down there... remember that
>time... so now you warp yourself in denial of experience... you see,
>the patient starts to show signs of reactions and based on those signs
>i can determine if something mental has been triggered filling the
>body with signs... like your unwillingness to talk about it...
You can dredge of you like doing that.
Mud might be at the bottom of many wells.
There is mud. And there is mud.
Zz liked to sit on the banks of rivers.
At times he got his feet wet.
One time, fish were happy, he noticed.
Normally I prefer not to stir the mud.
It does little for much of anything.
Water tastes better when clear
in most of m'eye reflecting.
>i could f course go deep enough to find the thought in all its
>details... but like you say... not my experience...
>
>> causes and effects. Outlines. Cut-outs.
>> Differentiations. Conscious awareness
>> it turned toward the situation.
>>
>> Being without desire, the inlines,
>> figure-ground reversals, may appear
>> on one's field of view.
>>
>> Whether a vase
>> or two faces.
>>
>> Oar both.
>> Ore neither.
>>
>> Seen very close, pixels. Quanta.
>> Seen far away, a pale blue dot.
>>
>> At a middle macro plane,
>> Euclidean perspective makes take holds.
>
>is something stirring? you get like that when you are looking for
>distance...
I could look up several lines
to see what sparked the flow of words
along those lines, in those planes
of Euclidean spaces at that time
to see the points. As if they
were other than location.
Words, for me, are as play.
As songs, sung for the singing.
Plays on words, danced for no reason
aside from the music of the spheres
or cubes or roots of the
points of inflections
To draw maps.
To paint pictures.
For having nothing
better to dew.
>> >politics. i get it...
>>
>> At times, politics. Ugh. But true.
>
>do you thing "being" as in my being God... requires belief?...
Experiences might evoke words.
Thinking one is God might
include components of ego.
There remains a form of differentiation.
There are at least three in such a case.
There is you.
There is being.
There is God.
Not to mention
10k things.
To identify oneself as being God
already a block is carved. A mirror
full of dust. A brick falling from
a plane of reasoning.
Probably what I'd call in incomplete
form of mystical experience. Ore, a level,
on a Way to another form of not thinking
about oneself as being God and simply
being who or what one happens
to be at any particular time
while giving a wave or
a shout as an ocean
breaks on shore.
Coasting parallel
lines in the sand
castles made
out of fine grains.
Pixels. Quanta.
The star, so bright.
Too bright to gaze at
without losing sight.
Yet from beyond the Oort
cloud a pail ghost of light,
perhaps a twinkle
in the night.
> and as
>previously discussed... politics is about rhetoric... persuasion...
>and what sells... and what sells is not what is obvious... the power
>in politics is selling something absurd then twisting as many arms as
>possible to suggest that it is a truth...
>
>> > but how much life force do you waste to keep it
>> >hidden? to prevent realization and discovery? to keep building blocks
>> >to hide what is, the karma behind the wall... that is, after all what
>> >you need to move forward... you can use a hammer to chop down a
>> >tree... i am not kidding...
>>
>> I am not sure what you are referring to.
>
>the right tool for the job. how much of your energy is wasted hiding
>what needs to remain hid else, upon such foul discovery... you may not
>change but everything else will and did...
>
>> Being hidden in plain sight
>> there is nothing being kept.
>
>i don't believe you. you are defending something. you still toe the
>line...
I do tend to follow rules
in order to stay out of trouble.
That appears to me to be wise.
At times I even wear shoes!
I tend to prefer being invisible.
Being a super-star might be a good way
to shoot oneself in the foot.
Ego is a funny thing.
Speculation as well.
If I could fly, without wings, literally,
what then, at times, eye wonder.
Free associations, probably.
Often the subject line of a thread
returns to me and I to it.
Pictures of Heaven might
include Hindu thought as well
as that of Abraham, et al.
Many mansions.
Lots of rooms.
A sage, a verse may say,
without leaving a room, finds
plenty of room to move
without moving.
>> >> At times, a Daoist view sits well.
>> >> Refreshing waters it provides me with.
>>
>> >again... damn it... a daoist view sits... you are not the dao...
>>
>> In most of my ways of seeing, I agree.
>
>sitting. seeing... thinking... none of these things fit... are you
>these things?... is that the glitch?
At times I identify with tat-vam-asi.
At times I identify with neti-neti.
Most of the time identities go unnoticed.
I simply am a sigh am.
Which sound triggers,
an association, a Yul Brynner.
As a king. Of what was then.
Now it has a different name
from when Anna was and
he the king. Before he
became a pharaoh.
Mostly random,
undetermined, unpredicted,
occurring such as they dew.
To seek for causes
as if they were effects
is to invoke a paradigm.
At times it's good to carve
an uncarved block or fell a tree.
To touch, or taste the fruit,
which will surely result in being
expelled from the garden.
Better, to simply fix
whatever may require fixing,
without taxing the value
in terms of net worth
nor even gross
weight.
As if a thing, or event,
could actually be good
or actually be bad. As if
there were an absolute scale
other than over one sighs.
>> > you
>> >are not the Law... you may sit and see or you may do and reap... but
>> >you are not the Law...
>>
>> I'm not sure what you're pointing at.
>> What you mean by, " the Law."
>
>is. not want it to be... not need it to be... not hope it to be...
>is.
>
>is is the glitch?
Cud be.
Word cans might.
Conjugating verbs
juggling tenses
may stream flows
of awareness at times.
Without a thought,
surely without a second,
falling into language without
a parachute to float one.
Smashing into the ground
levels of the playing field.
>> >i see that... but what is pure if the intention is not?
>>
>> Reminds me of when
>> wrong man uses right method
>> then right method becomes wrong.
>
>a wrong man cannot use the right method...
Then one is free to fly
to the Sun without burning a wing.
> it is better to perform
>your task imperfectly because it is your task rather than do someone
>else's task perfectly... bhagavad gita...
Krishna. As God. As all things.
Forgetting his Self, as an atman.
Re-membering himself as Brahman.
As if he could do anything
less than be perfect.
>> As well, as vice-versa.
>
>
>you would like to think that but hold this thought... i will address
>it in a moment...
>
>
>> To try and fix it,
>> even to try to change it,
>> is to lose it.
>>
>> Letting everything alone
>> can be, at times, a best way
>> for mud to settle.
>
>non-action... but what if, after it settles... it is unsettling?
Then, if one is able, flip the page.
Turn over a knew leaf.
Find the map.
Locate the point.
The treasure is buried
within one's chest.
Doing the surgery.
Forgetting the pain.
Opening up a chakra.
Moving up the chain.
Until, at last, a gain.
Until, the energy fades.
Until the mud settles.
Being still.
Still being.
While being.
Nonbeing.
>> >do not pick up the pen being... was it constructed by the opposite
>> >process?
>>
>> I am unsure what you are referring to.
>
>here is what i was refering to above... take a pen and put it on the
>table in front of you...
Okay. Got one here.
> based on your polarity to me... i will
>challenge and say you can not hold that pen forever...
Now I am.
Now it is.
Eternity.
Beyond the field.
> but, being
>me... so you pick up the pen and try... like karma... you do the
>action and become unsettled... you try to hold it forever in case
>there is a glitch...
For an Ever to be,
it needs to be
not temporal.
>but, the fact remains you can not hold it forever and thus at some
>point it will drop or you will put it down...
I lifted it, for an ever lasting.
Held it, for an ever, lasting.
Now it sits, forever at last, lasting
for yet another ever.
> now, according to your
>philosophy... the opposite is also true... that you should be able to
>place your hand above the pen and, just as it was dropped... it should
>rise being that the opposite is also true... you may stay after class
>until you succeed...
A tornado is not separate
from the conditions out of which
it took shape and spun itself,
so to speak, of all things.
>using the same tool then... i was simply suggesting... take the
>"watch" and deconstruct the watch to before it was a "watch"... then,
>with no idea... recreate the watch... what is a watch? i don't know...
>i have no experience.
Watching
as the present unfolds.
A gift that keeps on.
Giving and taking.
The present
all wrapped up
in a moment.
For a spell.
A sense of time.
A sense of eternity.
A sense of those may
include each other.
Three senses
ore only one.
Refining the crude.
Fuel for the mind.
Within neurons and nets
butter fries in hot oil.
>> >> Not to make a better watch.
>>
>> >not to make a watch at all...
>
>does that make sense now?
A sense of nonsense.
A fourth. A playing field.
>> The guy known as noname
>> sometimes goes on a hunt for Dao.
>
>he travels the river to it's source...
>
>> I'm not sure if he wants to kill it
>> when he finds it.
>
>he hasn't found it yet.
He might not in all his might
be able to keep it for long.
It could have a no-mind of its own.
He has experience unexplainables.
He has walked in between rain drops.
Perhaps the word, Dao,
has different meanings at times.
>> >no. there are no statistics for random events... statistically
>> >speaking "when"...
>>
>> My impression of QM
>> is that the phenomena are random
>> as individual points are plotted
>> but very predictable in quantities.
>
>perhaps... but you will not roll a seven today... thus 1-6... but
>when... when you need it? want it?... so that might be a glitch but
>only because you are not aware of the conditions... a kettle boils
>every time... no exceptions... when?
When conditions are as such.
>> How much force was applied to the flip.
>> What was in the air at the time.
>>
>> I don't know if a mechanical flipper
>> could be, or has been, designed
>> which is able to flip a coin the same
>> at each and every time.
>>
>> The temperature of the surface
>> on which the coin lands
>> might be a variable.
>>
>> As well as the composition,
>> if it's dirt, or a table, etc.
>
>the glitch surfaces... what about the simplicity of it...
Not to carve
tends to keep things simple.
>> >no. one initial condition.
>>
>> I'm not sure what you're saying.
>
>you are hungry so you scratch your foot.
I am getting hungry
but the itch is on top of my head
since you mentioned it.
>> >then as we pointed out previously in this post... sit and what? care
>> >to repeat it?
>>
>> Not sure what it is.
>
>does that bother you?
Not that I am aware of.
> not knowing what something is? how can
>something, like God, since you have no experience, explain it to you?
My experience of God
might be explained in various ways.
My not knowing about life
after a body, after a skin, is shed
tend to be a wonder to me.
I like to accept explanations, pictures,
details as provided by others who claim
to know or to have had experiences
of what there is after a body is dead.
Life goes on, it is said.
>> At times, let the mud settle.
>> At times, spontaneously grab the spoon.
>> At times there is no spoon.
>> At times, invent one.
>
>invent one what?
A spoon.
>> Not personally.
>> On the cable, yes.
>
>so you have never seen a flood... no worries then... it will never
>happen to you... can you imagine the power, the force behind it?...
We get some flooding here at times.
El nino perhaps. To give it a name.
>remember 9/11...
In some ways.
> i agree, it is just like watching racing cars...
>indy... watching it on tv... you certainly can not appreciate the
>scale of destruction... how fast those cars are going...
I wonder, how fast
did Jesus appear and disappear.
How fast did he rise up, after he rose,
after he he was dead, and buried,
so to speak.
The playing fields
are at times razed
to the ground
and then they rise
once more, for a spell.
>> >standard IHVH/Tetragrammaton formula... the prince... i say red and
>> >you think... the princess...
>>
>> >> It is That
>> >> from which polarities emerge.
>>
>> >the princess? no. she must first replace the queen... a new open,
>> >fresher receptivity...
>>
>> I have no idea what you're talking about.
>
>do you understand better today?
> did you do some homework?... perhaps
>then this is the glitch...
Sorry. Didn't feel impressed to seek
what the princess is, nor queen, in terms
of YHWH/Tetragrammaton formula One racing.
>> >yes. consciousness arises with object... there is no clearer way of
>> >saying this... but without an object, there is no consciousness... can
>> >not awareness be without form?
>>
>> Perhaps.
>>
>> I'm not sure what to say of it though.
>
>so you lack experience is close enough.
I have no idea.
Maybe I experience it quite often.
Maybe all the times I am not aware
of being aware there is consciousness
without any particular form. More
probably as waves, may be.
Now
that I think
of it as an it.
>> >you are violating your own conditions here being... you do not know.
>>
>> I have no idea what I was saying.
>
>the focus of your debate was experience and experienced.
I was not aware of any debate.
Maybe the memo didn't reach me.
> that things
>of which you have no experience do not exist...
That seemed to me to be your assertion.
I figured it's a semantical ocean
wrapped up in a notion.
>> Normally I try to avoid using the pronoun,
>> second person singular, when speaking
>> or writing in general about people.
>>
>> Why I wrote, "you"
>> is beyond me at the moment.
>
>not beyond the moment... being me is after all a point of view...
>
>> Maybe you snipped something
>> that might have helped clarify the meaning.
>>
>> You may have been referring to yourself
>> in a given hypothetical situation.
>>
>> My memory fails to produce or reproduce
>> the initiating motive of the response.
>
>maybe you... you may have... my memory fails... then perhaps in that
>moment... it was my memory, my experience you felt...
I have no idea.
If when you use the word, "my"
you are referring to yourself
as the entire Universe, then, sure.
Why knot.
>> >c'mon, i know you are old but this is simply unacceptable... want to
>> >go swimming?... are you confused?
>>
>> At the moment, yes.
>> I have no idea what you're talking about.
>
>is that the lameness of your mastery?
Any times I have thought of being a master
or having mastered some level of perfection
to a particular degree, I have then found
another level, another field, where as
a big fish was happy in a little pond.
So I tend not to think in such a term.
My ego is huge at times, for sure.
And yet, not that big.
My humility is too great.
A strange thing, t'hat.
> this "now"?... this now, being,
>is The Glitch... you brought up swimming... so you must know what it
>is... perhaps it is time for a new nickname... not-being...
I've used that moniker on occasion.
With an @ sign as well, at times.
Now-a-daze it reads in morse.
A code for home for those in the knows.
>> >it would only cease to exist where it is if it is moved... today...
>> >red... everywhere, and the correspondence is tim... when you see red,
>> >become aware of red... you will think tim... and the more you resist,
>> >the more painful this truth will become...
>>
>> Red is akin to a rainbow.
>> When looked at it is there.
>
>is it there when not looked for?...
Apparently not. Not when not at.
For when it is found, and seen,
then it is no longer looked for.
> do you see color at all when you
>are not thinking colors?
Probably. Maybe.
Words such as, "you"
and, "thinking" are words.
What those words mean
might be something to write about.
When I see the word, red,
but it's written in the color, blue,
then many neurons and their nets
get tangled up in a bar of butter
flying as a toaster toasts
them on the wing.
> when you are not thinking breathe why do you
>breathe?
That's normally called autonomic, iirc.
>because it is there... i am sure, even if you are not
>thinking in color that a sudden gray scale shift would trigger
>awareness of some sort...
Quite probably.
>> Without an eye, there is no red.
>
>maybe... without an object there is no red...
Granted.
And without a light, no red.
It takes, apparently, all three
in order for red to be.
> without an object, no
>consciousness...
An assertion.
A playing field.
>awareness then since... when i say red, to your
>closed eye... first, it is not red you see... but something that is
>red... further... since you can not see both... you must open your
>eyes... are both red and object there?
Probably they are not-two.
Nor are the three, three.
An uncarved block is not one.
To think or to say or to write
about an uncarved block is to point.
To point to a point
which has some location.
Yet, grid-wise, points
have no depth, no length,
nor width to speak of.
Time might be another story,
given this presentation of a case.
>> To think it is there
>> when there is no detector
>> is to present a hypothetical
>> rather than a factual
>> situation.
>
>i am pretty sure that is a fact.
To think
the red stop=sign exists, as red,
even in the middle of the night
when there is no light
is to think in a way
after a fashion
statement
made.
>> By extension, perhaps, the screen
>> could be said to be similar if not the same.
>>
>> But I'm not sure if that is the case.
>>
>> Qualities, such as color, texture,
>> which depend upon senses to be sensed
>> might differ from a fossil found in stone
>> which can be determined to have
>> existed prior to people.
>
>color, texture... details you will never find the elephant that way...
As if there is one.
The elephant's tusk, unearthed,
presents itself as a find.
What exactly was found
might be found to be smooth
or white or rough or of some other
qualities and quantities by the finders.
The fossil record may speak
in ways that red, white, and smooth,
or hard or soft or hot or cold are
unable to sew dew.
>> To confuse such categories
>> might be a categorical error of sorts.
>
>not necessarily... a dog licks his nuts but that is not all of its
>nature... a take an assortment of blocks with an assortment of
>colors... red square, blue square will serve this example... i want
>you to put all the shapes in that box, all the colors in that box.
All the red squares in the red square box?
All the blue squares in the blue square box?
Or put them all in the paradox box?
>> A glitch that gives rise to a quirk.
>
> a smirk i hope.
Smirks might spontaneously appear.
Out of the blue.
>> To say what it is, "really"
>> might be a semantical gambit.
>
>i already said... it is a cup...
I recall something about one of those.
>> An assertion.
>> Or a bunch or batch of given conditions.
>
>what is a cup? is that what you are asking?...
I am not asking anything in particular
at this point in the post.
Mostly just having a few words
about pictures of Heaven.
Filling in the empty
spaces over time.
>> I used to say I was a bozo.
>> As well as a complete and total
>> fucking idiot shit head. But never
>> do I recall claiming to be a master.
>
>then why are you here?
I subscribe to the group
because I subscribe to the group.
Once upon a time, searching groups, aye,
this one was stumbled into.
I became aquainted with some of the folks
who were here way back then.
Now they are gone.
At times they return.
They don't stay long.
And yet, most every morning, I press a key,
or maybe three, give or take, and take
what pleases me to have a look
and to give whatever is
given in return.
Here for the being.
As well as the nonbeing.
Here for a spell.
Now and then.
In many ways.
Looking for a reason
is already invoking a paradigm.
Songs to sing.
Plays on words in the wings
on stages for a while, in levels
and layers of the field.
For no reason.
For all the reasons.
For the one, and a two.
> why do you feel, since experience is not an
>issue, why do you struggle with me?
For me, this is no struggle.
For me, this is a great joy.
> i am a master. that is what it is.
That is good, I guess, for you.
Why do you see it as a struggle?
>> Thus, I don't find the monkey to be all bad.
>> He simply is as he is. Usually I ignore him.
>> Sometimes I take the bait and respond.
>
>ahhh...yes, i don't know being... i just don't see us as having the
>mustard any more... i do not feel comfortable endorsing a champ to
>represent this school... we may have to cancel this year... first time
>in 18 years...
>
>these kids and their new ideas...
>
>btw... you are walking a pretty narrow line with me being... watch
>your self.
Well, I have appreciated our discussion.
Thanks!
>Lucifer