I give up on the four components

[David Dalton]

I give up on the four components including the popthroughs.

I'm not sure what I'll do next but I might devote some
time to improving the writing on my Salmon on the Thorns
web page (see below) and some time towards finding a job.

--
David Dalton dal...@nfld.com http://www.nfld.com/~dalton (home page)
http://www.nfld.com/~dalton/nf.html Newfoundland&Labrador Travel & Music
http://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)
"Here I go again...back into the flame" (Sarah McLachlan)

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"David Dalton" <dal...@nfld.com> wrote in message
news:dalton-E5DDD9....@news.eternal-september.org...

>I give up on the four components including the popthroughs.
>
> I'm not sure what I'll do next but I might devote some
> time to improving the writing on my Salmon on the Thorns
> web page (see below) and some time towards finding a job.

you can have mine. the machinery is
old and worn out and falling apart and
there is blatant favouritism and the plant
stinks and the coolant they use is loaded
with bacteria that will make your skin break
out but what they hey, it's a living.

[{:-])))]

David Dalton wrote:

>I give up on the four components including the popthroughs.

Sometimes giving up allows for dao to flow.

>I'm not sure what I'll do next but I might devote some
>time to improving the writing on my Salmon on the Thorns
>web page (see below) and some time towards finding a job.

Yikes!
Jobs tend to require work. Ugh.

I skimmed a couple of your web-pages.
From time to time your interests interest me.

Today there was a ponderation
presenting itself, so to speak, to me,
in terms of whether the Universe intends.

Previously, the last couple\few daze,
my inclination was toward God speaking to me,
in English, which may or may not have occurred.

You mentioned, on one of your pages, of defining
what one means when they use a term, e.g. deity,
God, and other sum suches. Problematicals. Hmmm.

In my meditations, after watching mys'elf move
with and without moving in various ways, delving
into how many molecules are in a unicellular organism,
and finding myself impressed with sheer and shear
numbers involved and evolving round bouts, Om
reminded me of the Sound the Universe cud
be said to be chewing and spitting and
making music of spheres width at
length and in depth.

Zhuangzi may have taken notes.

Dao, for me, can be Great. Da.

Da Dao, as it is at times known,
incorporates incompatibles by assumption.

That is, presumably, intent and without intent,
or love and not-love, as well as all other dualistic
systems of thought are seen, in a Way, as being
resolved into and as a larger whole.

To think the Universe is conscious and intends
to create Earth, or is wise or full of love, at heart,
might be a lop-sided thought. True as it may be.

To think the Universe is unconscious
and does not intend, nor has any wisdom, nor love,
along with such thoughts, might also be lop-sided.

To think there can be one side
without there being another side
might be a mobius type of thought.
Ore a klein kind of bottle.

If sew, we are.
If knot, we are.

Defining exactly what "we" means
may lead One down or up, inside and out.

Whatever and however things are,
they (and it, if it can be called an it) are, seams to me,
Way beyond our ability to comprehend and wordify.

Pop-throughs might be a hint or a crumb.

Our feelings of belonging, love, compassion,
along with alienation, hate, disregard, might be
in realms of their own, or of God, or a deity, an Indra.

Speculations have been known to run rampant
as well as along fine lines and distinct ions.

Glasses might be half-full or half-empty, tinted,
or with clear lenses.

In any case, perhaps the journey is
a destination in and of itself.

Dao may be something of the sort.

Of one finding One.
Two. And many. Of Wu, also.
As a case often is. Made.

- ziran

[David Dalton]

In article <uo0rq7hm0p1qqu6rh...@4ax.com>,

Thanks for that thoughtful, poetic reply.

When I come out of the low years I should be able
to reply in kind but right now I'm not that creative.

I should also give up on perineum click divination
but I haven't quite gotten to that stage yet. But
I am not blindly believing such divination as I
did in the spring and early summer of 1996.

[{:-])))]

David Dalton wrote:

>I should also give up on perineum click divination
>but I haven't quite gotten to that stage yet. But
>I am not blindly believing such divination as I
>did in the spring and early summer of 1996.

Testing each hypothesis is a Way.

How else to proceed, aside from blind faith,
would fall into realms of superstitions, for me.

If the Universe toys with us,
all our efforts may be partially in vain
if the main idea is for there to be a Mystery.

If everything was known,
the game might be called on account
of there being no point to the process.

Singing to sing,
dancing to dance,
walking to walk,
questing to quest
after ions, one may go.

When a jig-saw puzzle is created,
at first the picture is drawn,
then the jig is up, then the puzzle is
taken apart, piece by piece each piece
gets put into a box, shipped out, and then
eventually begins to be worked
by those who enjoy puzzles.

I find myself making maps.
I find myself enjoying making maps.
I lose myself in the process
of playing hide and seek.

Getting lost in the making
Fleeting fleets of thoughts
Setting sails for horizons
Over yonder