We know one thing. We are all
Too young a novelty to be wise,
Wise to the things of this world.
We have been inventing. Invented
An arbitrary other-worldly reality, a
Reality of World as 'Mother' Nature.
Entrenched ourselves, from the
Very beginning, into an animistic
Domain. Pure fantasy, this dysfunction.
A clear case of other-Worldliness,
Spiraling faster and faster
Toward the "central black hole:"
Nothingness has been, still is
Darkly smoking the whole Self -
Portrait of nature and us.
The rarefaction of the tangible world,
Operated by quantum physics,
Makes Mother Nature’s premise
Irrelevant. Might appear like some
Nirvana flask. All distinctions
Obliterated, an eternal bliss of Nothingness. Nirvana - in animistic Parlance - stares from its empty Socket, says, "Since reality is an Eternal unknown, any interpretation
Or model is as good as any other."
“I don't like the Saber-tooth tiger,"
Says God. “I'll create the Bengal tiger,
Get rid of the other one!”
The blueprint says: “Time is up!”
But is Time up? No!
The blueprint had a slot:
Saber-tooth tiger, space/time Detailed.
God had a fit, created The beginning
of reality. From then on, it’s a free-for-all.
The absent Lord is after other things:
Idiosyncratic mode, unpredictability...
Dogmatic mode of determinism...
“Don't bug me” mode of chaos...
We seem to be dealing with -
Yes, A powerful character,
but not A loving or admirable one.
More like some kind of ruffian,
A frozen mesa bully, A sleazy
hedonist or maybe a multi-faced
invention of our own
Does the difficulty of
Have to do with its "age" and "size"
Compared to our Minds and us?
To understand reality
By trying to understand
The "old" components of it:
Particles, sub-particles, etc.,
Seems like a coherent
But difficult thing to do.
A profound understanding
Of the Why reveals:
Those elements we thought were
The “creatures:” Particles...
Right up to Organisms...
Are at that illuminating
Moment, the Creators.
When this is understood, the
“Creator” and Its cohorts will
Be dropped from the play,
Done, Its inventions by the Mind
No longer useful.
All “religions,” besides being
Simulated exercises, are
Exercises in melancholic nostalgia
That we, a fatherless/motherless lot,
Have difficulty dropping.
Maybe also the never-ending
Disputes on Matter and Spirit
Their nature, their irreconcilable
Opposition, their respective demise,
Might melt away if it turns out that
Matter is where
The origin of Spirit ::Mind is.
Life Makes Mistakes
Life makes mistakes
Life makes mistakes because it is
no longer a probabilistic, deterministic process
but an opportunistic endeavor. It is tentative;
it gropes, probes, succeeds, falls.
One of the big flaws of mankind is to
be lax in the practice of realism –
the rule number one of practicality.
One reason for such ill-advised behavior:
both the What and the Why
of things beyond our reach
quite possibly will be forever so.
Has been so adamant about
The evils of the flesh. Flesh
competes valiantly against
God’s imperium. Saints, Popes
have been reduced to human pretzels,
“Victims” of the seduction the feminine
Pheromone insidiously throws at them.
The trouble is,
Without pheromones type A to Z,
Nobody would ever have been around.
No tale to tell.
The eventual redesigning of our anatomy? First things first, make the hands to reach that itching area in the center of the back. On a less frivolous side the ever controversial design of con-fusing into one the tracks of excretion and the tracks of Eros.
At times frugality (of design and performance) reaches areas of dubious taste. The glories of the bed fellowship. Bed fellows with the solitary imperatives of the bathroom.
Breasts and fannies would develop compensatory devices of support and “surface tension”.
Knotty knees should become things of the past. The reptilian brain should be put in its place with a more gentle hierarchy of things.
Foremost perhaps the vein-arterial-heart apparatus to redesign itself in a more symmetrical balanced way. As things are now the pump-channels system is more a tribute to contortionism than to throbbing symmetrical grace. An asymmetrical organ (pump system) serving a perfectly symmetrical function: delivery of goods and retrieval of litter. Kidding aside, the robot marvel of our body can stand some survey and some improvement.
And speaking of redesigning: at exactly 3:20 am my line of thought was abruptly, 2 or so inches from bloody violence, the 30 of October of our Lord 1998, the lamp came crashing down on the bed and on me in it. Amen.
The slow processing of matter into mind, which
The evolving reality is,
Finds us in the middle of the melee.
The more I read the literature of "what and why,"
The more it becomes clear
The creational process is not given its due.
We do not really believe in the originality of newness,
Since we propose that “the origin” is
Where the cast of characters is generated.
The term “unfolding” is the right word.
Nothing is “creation in process,” since
Everything is printed a priori in the Pergamene,
Unfolding under our eyes, the eyes of all times –
Eyes quite unnecessary since the
Pergamene of reality is unfolding,
Even if there are no witnesses.
So here are we, seeking meaning,
Trying to avoid despair.
Endorsing, in the same breath,
The nemesis of any meaning whatsoever,
Since this unfolding is, at best,
A vain game of the Pergamene-generator with
Nothing better to do than unrolling – What?
Its own a priori bloodstained paper roll?
What escapes us is the possibility that a process
Meaningless at its origin
Might generate a meaning via its Becoming.
If rightly guided, that horrendously grave, possibly impossible
Task would become the radiance of knowledge,
Its retroactivity the retroactivity of its evolutionary reason.
How noble, how excruciatingly beautiful is
The remote possibility that “meaning”
Might throw its radiance back in time,
To the beginning of Space-Time!
The meaningless of the origin (Big Bang) is
Thus made a posteriori into something full of meaning
With respect to the past, to remote ancestry!
There is a What at the very beginning, the
“Being-Becoming” "Eclat," but there is not a
Whyness to it outside,
Unless the mere operational reality is
More than self-coherence in action,
A kind of normative (learning and discriminating) operation.
There is not even any potential for Why-ness, only a Becoming
Presence, which, as it is incapable of the normative, is
Also incapable of inhibiting (or better at rendering impossible)
A remote emergence of the normative - of the "WHY" itself.
The WHY could appear within a protracted creational process of a
Why-deprived ancestral enactment like the Big Bang.
That is why the tragic sense of life is
Not a metaphorical expression; it is
A contextual and real condition.
Chances are, it is meaningless:
Has been, is, will be the immensely
(If not infinitely) "empty" core:
The whole fireworks. Therefore,
"It" would be tantamount to nothing: the
Existence of the non-Existent "God" would be the
Impotent witness of the eons-long agony.
The nurturing-embracing nature of teaching, breast-feeding at the base of early maturing predisposition,
Outer and inner discipline.
Vegetable and animal is obedient
To unforgiving laws. The limited (and limiting) role of play and fun, learning to speak, learning to write,
Entails rigor and rote.
The technology of writing is responsible for the demise
Of mythological inventiveness.
The prehistoric nature of myth suggests a literate culture is
Not a myth-inventing culture.
Writing signifies documenting,
Including the documentation of Imagining. Documenting keeps us Closer to “facts” than hearsay (myth).
We're 95% automation, 5% freedom:
Automation means repetition of tasks and as an illiterate-fun society, we Mythologize things: The Elvis Phenomenon. As a gratification-fun Society, we generate shadow myths. It is perhaps reasonable to expect The teacher to be the enemy.
The nemesis of shallowness.
The genius of the West has been its howness skill. Howness is not
A myth builder; it is a builder
And a destroyer. How does not
Reveal what and why. How works With space-time. How calls in
Where and when. The critical position Of space-time is its invasive character. The blessing is the curse Of space-time. Without it, Reality is Frozen nothingness. With it, reality Finds no ultimate. The resolution, Since space-time entails Becoming; It is the resolutor but it cannot be
Without resolution the idea of Equity remains non sequitor
The resolution of our ethical and
Environmental quandaries will
Not be self-gratification and fun.