You're gonna luv it. - Yah. - - Homo sapiens is an imperfect being. As soon as/ one is conceived// death begins. Whether that death will occur in utero or more than twelve decades later is an unknown. - body - heart - soul - mind - Sometimes the body knows before the mind knows. See Floyd Skloot review by Andrew Shields. * Sometimes the heart knows before the mind knows. Examples abound. * Sometimes the soul/spirit knows before the mind knows. Will be getting back to this. - This morning and yesterday morning just before awakening/ I had an unsettling dream. The two dreams were not the same dream even though each exemplified the same reality. * During yesterday I encountered at different websites unsettling knowledges (mind recognitions). - Dreams and imaginings are extensions of mind. For all its inadequacies, Homo sapiens is a special being, a being capable of what appears to be infinite growth. There are conflicting views as to the why. See Rho00221 and Rho00015. Also my mind/seasons/time villanelle. Will be getting back to this. 1:30 PM -- 3:12 PM -- I believe in the existence of a Supreme Being. I believe that Being, being supreme, is constantly active; and even though I cannot know that Being as that Being knows me, I believe that if I am open to it, that Being's presence is accessible/ especially in that that Being provides guidance for me and opens doors for me. In spite of my not having recognized those guidances as often as I could have and not knocking on those doors I could have, I have come to call such: Watch God Moments. * I could cite instance upon instance to support what I believe/ even while I realize most others would say they were luck or fate or coincidence. I believe that out in the universe there exist civilizations greater than Homo sapiens, and yet that we of planet Earth--if we are able to solve in time each problem which mitigates against our continuance--will one day be welcomed by such greater civilizations. Read article by Michio Kaku in civilizations folder. * I believe the Supreme Being is not only from-Whom-all but also is to-Whom-all. I believe in the idea of the Omega Point, that time is speeding up (or, as some say, collapsing), that human knowledges--and therefore the creations and understandings arising from them-- are growing exponentially. Still, Nature does have its limits. What about the time machine? If it does get invented, will time stop then? Complexification? Simplification? A smooth round stone can be used in good ways and in equally evil ways. An atom likewise. God exists, or does not. * We exist, and are potentially God-like. * What we surmise is God/ exists within each of us. * Because it is possible to imagine, however inaccurately, humans at a far higher level than we are now, those humans are/ like gods to us. At any one moment, the collective human mind cannot know more than it collectively knows. * On the other hand, the collective human soul transcends the realms of knowledge. Alas, thus thus, the collective human mind cannot grasp what the collective human soul contemplates. Rho00222
Saturday, November 22, 2008
welcome to humanity
Friday, September 26, 2008
Humans and their Institutions
Humans create institutions such as financial, political, and numerous others for the purpose of providing useful ways for communities of humans to interact. As humans are not perfect beings, their institutions cannot be perfect. In these days of frightening uncertainties, uncertainties of planetary significance, the question-- and it is a dual question--is: Can known evils in an institutional system/ be eradicated by humans, or are those evils so entrenched they are beyond the/ control of humans? If the latter is true, the only solution is the eradication of all humans. Some believe humans are heading toward a day when all will be awakened into a new consciousness. I believe such a day, if it is to be, had better come quickly or that which is evil may well get beyond human control. As you can see, for the moment, I remain optimistic, sort of. What if evil and good in the realms of human activities are equally powerful? If the answer to this question is yes, then it is as a coin toss, the fate of human existence on this planet where resources so much in demand happen to be in decline, resources such as money while greed and bribery slither/ hither and yon unabated. - Here are some poet/writer posts/sites with more specific financial/political thoughts: [---] [---] [---] [---] [---] [---] [---] Hope you don't mind surprises. Rho00194 2008-09-27 addition: Read post and poster's comment. 2008-09-29 additions: interesting miscellaneous notes Bush's safe haven I Wonder
Friday, August 8, 2008
Humanity Is a Doomed Species
unless--and I don't think I need to say why; but here are three articles that broach this: "Doomed to early demise" by Edward O. Wilson from UNESCO "Why Global Warming Efforts are Doomed" by Stu Flashman from his web site "I See Doomed People" by George Musser This is an abridged version of an interview of the movie director, M. Night Shyamalan, pertaining to his: The Happening. from Scientific American Rho00143
Thursday, August 7, 2008
the movie that describes us
From James Howard Kunstler's Dark (K)night post: "We're so far gone that real human emotion is beyond us." Dark (K)night Rho00141
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
existence
About Existence ". . . gosh! Everything is trash!" from John Ashbery's The Skaters Who is this "I" I am? Ultimately, in spite of how much can be learned about the workings of my troubled brain, it is not possible to know. There are details about my presence, such as: the date of my birth and the where of it and to whom & on & on. Each of which raises questions such as: Why? Answers have been given, and every day new discoveries/ seemingly/ solve mysteries. Still, mysteries remain because what has become known as "the butterfly effect" is not merely pertinent to weather forecasting. It is inherent in every thing, of which this whirling orbiting imperfect globe we inhabit is but one example. Even the spheres of faith persist in mysteries. So who am I? I am a node of mysteries. More: I am a constantly changing node of constantly changing mysteries. Example: An itch sensation occurs on my skin; and I, whether or not I ought to, respond by scratching the location where I sense it is. These events change my future. You may think that's nonsense, that such events are inconsequential; but I think every event is of consequence. Obviously, some events are more consequential than others. "Danger! danger! Will Robinson." So, what becomes of interest/ are the questions, and the answers (tentative and definite) to those questions. Certainly, the pervading definite is: asking questions is central to our nature. Because humans have the ability to think abstractly, to reflect, to imagine, to communicate, humans innately seek to explore and understand the unknown. One known is this: If I am only a physical being and am not imbued with a spirit which survives beyond my returning to dust, that which seems spiritual in me will also end. I am not going to argue with this other than to maintain that it remains an if, that it hasn't been sufficiently proven yet that we are nothing more than what the physical aspects of us potentiate. ------------------ See directory2007 in Catmap. Rho00024 *
Monday, August 6, 2007
Homo sapiens Galaxy
Herein will be my further thinking apropos Kasey's "The Poem Is You" Lime Tree post from August 2007 At its center/ what K. Silem says is absolutely correct. It recognizes abundantly-provable variances which cannot safely/ be ignored. However, he realized/ and I/ and I am sure others, refinements would need to be internally constructed and then expressed. As has often been true about me, I am here/ doing both. There is a new post up at Lime Tree this morning: a post I see as the beginning of Kasey's "further thinking". Do read it. My "further thinking" begins at a far remove from his. Homo sapiens is like a galaxy. There are billions of us. Each human is like a star in this galaxy, classifiable but unique. This galaxy is in constant motion, and each star in it is in constant motion, even after its demise. Take me. The average male in the United States, so says a fairly current factoid, is 5'10" and weighs 170 pounds. --Major conjecture interlude: Though interconnected in ways not yet fully understood, each human is a physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual DNA wholeness/holiness.-- I, due to what I inherited and to certain accidents since, am today somewhere between 4'11" and 5' and weigh +/- 100 pounds. Mentally, I am moderately intelligent. The best I ever scored on what might be considered an exam which acceptably measures brain functions/ was the 1370 on the June 9, 1984, GRE I took at the University of Florida when I was 43. Emotionally I am dark and deep with an echo of laughter and a sometimes feral temper. The MBTI and the like consistently tell me I am an INFP, a label which (according to the creator of one short test) means: "I Never Find Perfection". Spiritually, my roots are Roman Catholic, but I am this moment picturing myself as I was in my early youth: a light kid high in a soft maple shaking the limb he is on so no one else will come near. Why am I revealing these facts? It's the best and honestly only valid way for me to make the points I want to make. I'm a German-German/English-German ectomorph Caucasoid. I am, as each human is, a moving dot on a moving graph: the ongoing, natura naturans. Poetry. On the bed behind me and to my right/ a mystic book on library loan to me/ waits. It is The Complete Poetry a bilingual edition César Vallejo edited and translated by Clayton Eshleman © 2007 by The Regents of the University of California. I have been sporadically reading Vallejo's Trilce (1922). Thanks to Ron "Mr. Links" Silliman I'm able to share poetry wonders from Clayton Eshleman. Vallejo often writes as a shape-shifter might, a gift I must have recognized in the 1970's since I wrote a sonnet lauding him then. And that even without knowing Spanish. Poets are the conduits for the deep conversations seaming the histories of the universe. Poets are artifacteurs who use symbols. Poets mix and unmix; try this, try that; eat rubber cement. Well, maybe not the last; but, e.g., the word "spot": four symbols which can be interchanged into: "stop", "pots", "tops", and "opts" at least. The tallest I ever was/ was 5'6.5" and/ the most I ever weighed was a/round 135 pounds. So, my eyes under ground-level circumstances and focussed straight ahead/ saw only what it was possible to see in that horizontal plane. I leave it to you to apply this in the mental, emotional, and spiritual spheres. Unless there is an exact exact duplicate of me somewhere, there is no possibility of my being or doing as some other human is or does. Can I be and am I influenced by other humans? Of course. Will there be a point at which we will all come to know and believe the same things? I hope not. * See directory2007 in Catmap. Rho00014
