liaM wrote:
> Le 5/28/2013 3:45 PM, Tang Huyen a écrit :
>> On 4/21/2013 9:25 AM, Peter Olcott wrote:
>>
>>> All conceptions of God are misconceptions.
A conception of inconceivability.
Concepts may tend to be derivatives.
Ore, they may be gestalts.
Refined, one may find, an essence.
All maps are maps.
Explanations, explanations.
At times
a map can be a territory.
A space, a niche.
Myths exist.
>>> I forgot exactly how Tang put it, I will attempt
>>> to provide his words: Whatever you think it is,
>>> it is not that.
To think there is an it
such that the it
is not what is thought
about the it
may be,
as it turns out
to be
a thought.
At times it
is the thought
which counts.
Presuming, assuming, an it exists
might be done for some reason.
A reason, rationale, ratio
may tend to be of a fractional nature.
Uncarved blocks are fractured often.
>>> The truth can not possibly be provided, it can
>>> only be pointed at.
An assertion.
Presuming a word, truth,
has a meaning beyond the word,
might be taken for granted.
Words usually have meanings,
but the meanings are not fixed.
Slop in terminology, within tolerance,
could provide space for the cranks
and bearings to function.
>> The Buddha says: What and what they think it,
>> it is otherwise.
>>
>> To me, you never know what truth is.
For me, I can know what truth is.
To you, one may or may not ever know.
People often use the second person pronoun
when they are referring to themselves,
as well as generalizing.
Grammar might contain germs.
>> And the
>> very question of truth is misleading, because
>> it is based on an objective view, like: whether
>> this is a cat or not.
Meanings can be agreed upon.
One, or more, may call a cat a cat.
There might be this cat or that cat.
It might be in a hat.
Values of truth
may be found within sentences.
A sentence may be long or short.
At times a fragment.
Doing time for a crime of thought
might be what one sentences
oneself to at times two.
>> The most that you can know is this: when you
>> are calm and tranquil, you are calm and
>> tranquil, not agitated, not upset. You know
>> that much from your own side, but it is only
>> subjective and sentimental. There is nothing
>> objective out there to pin it down on.
Brain waves may be of amber.
Flowering fields in neural nets
might be captured on film.
>> You
>> never get to know truth,
I might get to know truth.
Perhaps others are not able.
Words have been known
to get in their
ways.
>> and for you, it is
>> irrelevant whether what you know is truth or
>> not, because it is based on an objective view,
>> like: whether this is a cat or not.
In a discussion, relevance
might enter into a picture.
One may know a cat is a cat
and a dog is a dog. Another may as well.
If a cat was lost, and found,
there might be truth
known.
>> The most
>> that you can know is this: when you are calm
>> and tranquil, you are calm and tranquil, not
>> agitated, not upset. You feel harmonious, you
>> feel that everything co-breathes.
Oar, that air is breathing all
forms of life, as life takes shape.
As if there are rarefied reified concepts
which are able to cement inconceivables.
>> That much
>> is not truth, it is only what you feel.
When meanings are found
then snares and nets may be set down,
returned back too, on the ground.
To wave them around
might be done
for a spell.
>> And
>> it is what matters. So you don't care what
>> truth is.
Objective and subjective truths,
shared with others, out there, in here,
on the net, in bamboo groves.
Some may feel a need
to knead their thoughts and find
a way to be free. To know the truth.
To be as a setting sun
of stardust.
>> Tang Huyen
>
>
>What is the sense of discussing qualities and
>qualifications of something, when that something is defined as being
>something undefinable?
A sense of nonsense may be of great joy.
>I've never understood why you make such a preach
>about something which you say it is desirable not to
>care about.
Preachers preach.
Writers write.
>Mystery.
Songs may be sung to sing them.
Walks taken for the walking.
Water falls.
Butter flies
on far flung toast
Beauty appears.
To seek for reasons
is to carve the waterfall.
First there is a waterfall.
That much might
be given.
Tang is Tang.
One can be said to be.
Eye finds
truth within and out
sides of spacetimes.