<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443</id><updated>2011-05-02T23:38:08.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Changing-Room</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the Changing-Room.  Why don’t you try on some of the merchandise that strikes your fancy?  You’re not limited to only 3 garments, and nobody notices if you should happen to wear it out of the store……</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-7755477059757747583</id><published>2011-02-19T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:14:46.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO THE CHANGING ROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;The Changing-Room&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do clothing stores have changing-rooms?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Silly question, right?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How are you to know an item of clothing fits and how you look in it without a changing-room?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Clothing stores certainly can do business without them, but efficiency and sales are improved with them, and that’s why they exist.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, Life-Its-Own-Self, too, has a changing-room.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s called the Universe.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And in the Universe is a smaller changing-room called Earth.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And on Earth is a yet smaller changing-room, called Man; specifically, man’s brain (or, if you like, his mind).&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Changing-rooms everywhere (those worth their salt anyway) have a non-stop parade of patrons tramping in and out all day with this dress, that chemise, coat,&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or pair of pants featuring all different styles, colors, materials and price tags.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Similarly, through Men’s brains, Life herds every manner of philosophy, technography&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;inkling, notion, scheme, joke, daydream, nightmare, impression, conceit, inspiration…every brainstorm known and unknown to Man.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And, according to a particular brain’s genetic temperament, it rejects, embraces, ignores, is be-mused by, a-mused by or con-fused by them.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In addition, men share in a secondary market in these mental stirrings, a vast network of concepts and technologies (‘culture’), by broadcasting them in thousands of ways (e.g., the Library of Congress, the Arts, etc.) to &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; men, where they join in the mix with the fresh ones Life ceaselessly inserts in their mentation.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In this way Man-the-proving-ground,&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the test-bed, the guinea-pig—Life’s laboratory within a laboratory—has lurched and sputtered along since the cerebral cortex was introduced in the larger changing-room of Earth some ten millennia or so ago.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Men call it “civilization.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another feature of efficient, upscale changing-rooms is the mirror.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The mirror sustains the function of self-reference, and self-reference is the predominant quality of an ordinary man’s consciousness.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is via self-reference that Life is able to conceal itself, to effortlessly camouflage it’s R&amp;amp;D agenda, as every man to whom a Life-injected ‘new idea’ occurs can claim it as “My idea!”&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If the man happens to be a Galileo or Einstein, he is celebrated in man-history for his “brilliant accomplishment,” as if he were responsible for it.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why would Life want to do this?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why the misdirection?&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Self-reference, what a man calls “I,” “me,” “mine,” is his power source—like a car’s battery and alternator—and his impetus, his stabilized momentum—like a car engine’s flywheel.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Without an “I-me-mine” an ordinary man is dead in the water; like an electrical system with a short-circuit: no energy is productively transferred, no work performed.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Were Life-Itself to dispel the illusion of “I-me-mine,” its own growth in complexity and centricity would be hampered, subverted like furiously spinning wheels on black ice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Very Interesting Thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; however, is that ultimately, and for only a few of the most alert observers, Life cannot hide Itself from Its own Body, no more than a man can hide from &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt;, which is to say Life too has a self-reflexiveness .&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Moreover, It has a special, fast-tracked R&amp;amp;D project, which is at the cuttingest-edge of the avant-garde, and for which there is and can be No Name.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And whenever and wherever its fruits appear in the hurly-burly of Man’s for-Life enterprise, it is eagerly grasped and savored by those who can recognize it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, in that spirit, welcome to &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; Changing-Room. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why don’t you try on some of the merchandise that strikes your fancy?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You’re not limited to only 3 garments, and nobody notices if you should happen to wear it out of the store……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-7755477059757747583?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7755477059757747583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=7755477059757747583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/7755477059757747583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/7755477059757747583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2011/02/welcome-to-changing-room.html' title='WELCOME TO THE CHANGING ROOM'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-597595506604866038</id><published>2011-02-19T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:11:04.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Creation Myth - The Inclusive Truth</title><content type='html'>The New Creation Myth would speak of the "truth" and the "Inclusive Truth" (IT). The IT brings in all known factors of an energy exchange [human interaction]. It includes the Not-I portion of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I + Not-I = Everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; equation. Thus a Neural Revolutionary (NR) incorporates apparently antagonistic viewpoints in with his own. To do this brings about a pleasurable chemical reaction for both participants in the exchange, or at least will not be energy-draining for the NR. The IT energy statement is much closer to the universal than to the local reality, i.e., it is closer to man the species than man the individual. It is a hands-on example of &lt;i&gt;seeing&lt;/i&gt; beyond the ordinary. For the NR, all feelings requiring talk, must be dealt with on the basis of the IT; that is the only profitable way to talk about feelings. To bring in the other's 'truth' is not to lie or evade responsibility, it is simply inclusive. A "lie" is merely a particular form of the energy exchange channel. The IT allows the only basis for "forgiving enemies"; it allows the possibility of a profitable use of those who have "mistreated" you. (excerpt from a talk by &lt;a href="http://www.jancox.com/"&gt;Jan Cox&lt;/a&gt;, Feb 16, 1990)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-597595506604866038?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/597595506604866038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=597595506604866038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/597595506604866038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/597595506604866038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-creation-myth-inclusive-truth.html' title='A New Creation Myth - The Inclusive Truth'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-2327978874632045235</id><published>2009-05-09T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:52:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Third Principle of Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;If asked to characterize the great categories of force in the known universe, most people might make replies of “positive and negative” or “extropy vs. entropy” et al., giving examples/anecdotes such as hot/cold, good/evil, building/razing, aggregation/dispersal, etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Overall, a two-fold, dichotomous construct of forces emerges; a model of inhalation/exhalation, birth/death and other cycles in-forming life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But this categorization is fundamentally incomplete and responsible for man’s inability to understand why the best laid plans and hopes for the future never materialize as expected, albeit sometimes pleasantly so (unpleasant outcomes tend to hog the press/memory).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This binary vision of opposed forces also fails to allow man to understand why even pleasant surprises are fraught with disagreeable aspects and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That we might better understand such a state of affairs, let us examine what a universe sporting only two types of forces—principles of action—would actually be like.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you see that in such a bipolar universe, nothing could ever happen?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once the green flag fell there would be instant and irreversible gridlock!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every set of opposed forces would reach a point of equilibrium and a tableau of stasis ensue: the irresistible vs. the immovable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet in our perception and exploration of the universe both local and astronomical where do we find such a frozen stasis?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nowhere.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This implies a further, a third principle of action exists which makes all the sound and fury, strutting and fretting, possible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Man in his binary design is ordinarily incapable of directly perceiving this third principle, or, rather, he perceives but misses it like the audience misses the action of the magician’s sleight-of-hand or like the fish is unknowing of the water wherein it swims.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, man operates within and via the third principle but perceives only the dance of action-cum-reaction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The easiest metaphor to illustrate the point is to consider the third principle as the context of any activity; the arena of the bullfight wherein matador and toro have their &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;pas de deux&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another good mapping is to recall the circumference of the yin-yang symbol, the circular boundary which allows a tumbling of the otherwise immobile yin and yang “fish” of the Chinese graphic.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The third principle of action is precisely that of which you are unaware, because of its apparent irrelevancy to the primary actors in opposition.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Consider: even a coin has three sides, yet all but the probability wonk disregard—read never think of—the rim-side between the face and obverse of the coin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve all seen the third principle at work in movies where two characters are having an argument and one turns to leave in disgust or triumph and steps into the street to be hit BOOM!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;by a bus; the plot takes an entirely new direction.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The third principle has, too, another role to play in theaters: the film and projector light throw no image for the audience without the obstruction of the cinema screen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you notice the “EXIT” signs during the movie?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If somebody yells “Fire!!” (not as a prank), their excellent services will be greatly appreciated by the patrons while the avidly watched film is forgotten (thereby sliding effortlessly into the “irrelevant” third principle purview).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you beginning to grasp the dynamic pointed at here?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only the Extraordinarily Aware have the presence and intention to actively notice and use the ever-on-offer third principle of action.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is yours, too, for the asking, and it can absolutely transform your life…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-2327978874632045235?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2327978874632045235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=2327978874632045235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2327978874632045235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2327978874632045235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/third-principle-of-action.html' title='The Third Principle of Action'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-2043191595980981750</id><published>2008-05-09T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:13:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man The Enantiomorph</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is not true that man is a creature divided against himself; he never has been and never will be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Man is, rather, enantiomorphic—like gloves for the right and left hand are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Technologies and institutions are created through man by and for an “agency” we’ll call Life Itself and it literally exists in more than four dimensions while man’s perception is limited to three, plus time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The part cannot comprehend the whole: what mankind curses and worships as the “spiritual” and otherwise inexplicable, is this extra-dimensionality of Life, whose harmonious aspects are conjured and conjoined in man’s being and perception as conflict and confusion…the discomforting heat and pressure that he must, perforce, abide, sustain and extend as part of Life’s own expansion and growth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is his inescapable lot: whether sorrow, joy, or apathy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for a few it is &lt;i style=""&gt;opportunity&lt;/i&gt;…and joy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The modernly professed “unconscious mind” does not work at cross purposes with the conscious one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as, in a man, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the left hand works in concert with the right, the non-verbal moves while the verbal must register, explain, justify and apologize for that movement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it never leads this dance and never understands its partner, for it is too busy with its own proper purview: &lt;i style=""&gt;talk and thought&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The “unconscious mind,” the fabled “spirit world,” the “soul” etc., are the intellect’s names for an incomprehensible nexus it has with the ineffable direction of Life’s all-containing Body wherein man exists.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus to those of extra-dimensional &lt;i style=""&gt;Sight&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mankind is like one of those five dollar mail-order ant-colonies whose activities are visible through the glass panel while they are unaware of their blatant exposure to the most casual eye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like man, the ants, if they could speak, would call the direction of that glass panel bounding their world “God” and know not its limitation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The silent part of man’s nature is closer to the unseen embrace of Life’s Body, directly fed by Its primal lifeblood-energy circulation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The talking part is less directly connected and can be pictured as arising as a kind of charged interference current or magnetic field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is in these brain circuits called the intellect—the verbal outgrowth of the older, non-verbal brainstem circuitry—where Life now focuses Its push of expansion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet that pressure arises via the non-verbal stem of the nervous system, as that is the only conduit available to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus does it seem to the poor mind that hidden hands keep shoving it out from the backstage wings into unprepared, self-conscious confrontation with the theater audience:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pants-down! On stage!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, the painful brilliance of the spotlight!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On &lt;i style=""&gt;Life’s Gong Show &lt;/i&gt;it may tap dance; it may run and sweat, but it can’t hide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And where oh where is that merciful “Hook” that fishes the incompetent performer off the stage?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, there is no “Hook,” for there is no incompetence: the mind is simply designed with built-in energy pathways/flows (feelings) of the impropriety and weakness of its exposed position…and thus does it reel and spin wild-eyed, at Life’s smoking-gun urgings (“Hey, pardner, let’s see you do some tap-dancing, &lt;i style=""&gt;bang ,bang, bang&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah! Good! Keep it up, &lt;i style=""&gt;bang, bang, bang&lt;/i&gt;!” [and Life has an infinite bandolier, don’tcha know]).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Strange to tell, but dancing and sweating, which is to say, talking and thinking, extends and makes complex the verbal superstructure of man’s nervous system and thus, in a sense, expands Life’s &lt;i style=""&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; neural network.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for individual men, here is the sum and substance of their personal lives: the Thrill of Victory, the Agony of Defeat and/or the Glazed Eyes of Indifference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In an endless chase away from defeat and on toward victory, an individual nervous system cycles through these energy charges in greater or lesser degree uncontrollably…taking them as uniquely self-caused; eternally puzzled and thwarted by their source and direction, yet continually impressed, informed and unbalanced by their import and timing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, a few may dance and beckon from the cracks between victory, defeat, disaffect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few may prance and reckon what lacks, and be cheery, replete: self-elect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man is a Mobius Strip (inside and outside are one) and his own mirror image.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And every man is fascinated therewith, unable to lift his eyes from the enforced habits of movement, feeling, and thought he calls his existence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Were man not centered and stabilized in this way, his use to Life would be nil; civilization would fly apart—rending the fabric of Life’s growth in a specific, measurable direction, destroying the integrity of It’s Greater Being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will not be allowed; man is specifically designed to preclude it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus does he transfer energies, revolving in place like a spinning top…storing up momentum…responding to the subtle tilt and grain of the floor of Life’s predisposition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Swiftly, swiftly spinning, but slowly, slowly listing, intractably drawn, like sand through the hour glass…surely, surely sifting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Into Life’s siren call: man’s attraction and fall; a resourceless subtraction, a recourseless contraction, adrown’d and adrift toward the Maelstrom Ball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In sum, man is not what &lt;i style=""&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; thinks he is: &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;he is what Life thinks!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, man is not a creature divided against himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such a creature would not be viable—self-destructive, even—whereas it should be obvious to the perceptive that the evolution of man taken as a whole has been anything but self-destructive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the level of an individual man’s life however, he &lt;i style=""&gt;feels&lt;/i&gt; in conflict with himself—that nothing ever goes as planned, or if it does, teeters on the brink of some potential disaster at every turn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Consider: to what end is it so arranged?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The same end as always: Life’s greater purposes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus: man, the enantiomorph, is his own image in the mirror, &lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the mirror.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it not always amusing then, from a particular view, that he continually surprises himself?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That when he smiles or frowns or raises his hand to his lips, he is startled and dismayed like an aborigine gazing for the first time into the looking-glass?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But every now and then, at some here and there, the rarest of rare men suddenly realizes that what he sees is &lt;i style=""&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;he sees&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such a one is changed forever, becoming his own puppet and viewing, here and now, the landscape of the:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Height,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Depth,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Width,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Breadth,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;DIRECTION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Behind His Eyes...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-2043191595980981750?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2043191595980981750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=2043191595980981750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2043191595980981750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2043191595980981750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-enantiomorph.html' title='Man The Enantiomorph'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-2932417247123849084</id><published>2008-03-24T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:14:52.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the Tail Wag the Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Consider the ancient &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chinese Tao symbol of yin and yang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This deceptively simple symbolization is a map representation for all manifestation, consciousness and everything (or, really, nothing) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in between.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The elegance and simplicity of the prototypic yin-yang symbol reveals a subtle complexity of relationship seldom considered beyond the obvious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the rudest teepee of conceptual elements—positive and negative—a skyscraper of complexity arises, much like, for example, all computers have for their basis the binary number symbols, 1 and 0 (i.e., yes and no = on and off).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And just as an understanding of the binary numbers underlies the mastery of computers, understanding the interplay of yin and yang underlies the comprehension of what’s going on in life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The yin-yang symbol can be viewed as a beautiful, stylized blueprint of the cosmos and its dynamic of dualistic manifestation—the play and tension of opposites.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Yin&lt;/b&gt;, the black half of the pair, represents, in simple terms, the “negative” aspect of reality: darkness, receptivity, cold, void.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yin is the low or non-energy state toward which &lt;b style=""&gt;yang&lt;/b&gt;, representing the positive aspect of reality—light, dynamism, heat and fullness—continually flows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All manifestation arises within this continuum of tension and interplay inherent in the polarity of yin and yang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Consider, for example, the following cycle of nature: yin, the ever-abiding sea, receives yang, the sun’s rays, whence arises yang as water vapor (clouds) to dwell within yin, the sky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sky gives birth to yang, the rain, received by yin, the earth, which supports yang as flowing river seeking reunion with a boundless sea of yin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This constant arising of yang within yin and yin inherent in yang is shown by the contrasting “eyes” within the stylized yin-form and yang-form, which, together, in-form the circular boundary of the symbol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Black/yin has an ever expanding point of white, appearing in the position of an eye, while the converse is true of the white/yang form.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here we have the ingenious artistic rendering, possessing the quality of a figure/ground relationship which “ping-pongs” the observer’s eye to and fro within the contrast between black and white, serving to imbue the symbol with a seeming dynamism of movement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where yang is not, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is yin; where yin is not, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is yang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The relationship is inseparably interdependent, for &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;neither&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;exists except as its own opposite give it form&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In prototypical conceptual terms this is how the manifest universe ceaselessly becomes and passes away in a constant natural flow: the mutual transformation of opposites.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While yin and yang represent any conceivable pair of opposite at all levels, the unifying reality of the symbol is a totality which supports and transcends all opposites: the circle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Consider an ancient symbol of infinity (and the universe), the Ouroborous—the serpent which consumes its own tail to nourish its own growth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or, consider the face and obverse of a coin which is transcended and subsumed by the wholeness of the coin itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yin and yang have no independent existence, for one is implicit in the other as dual aspects of a encompassing unity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They exist independently &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;as mental interpretations (via the inherent cognizing function of the mind), as seemingly isolated points in a continuum which are simultaneously both &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; neither of its extremes (for instance, a baton, having two ends, is not deemed to be exclusively one end or the other, nor both, taken additively, but their unity).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This inherent contrast of opposites is represented graphically in the yin-yang symbol by the black and white pair fitting together to form the circle that circumscribes them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The subsuming circle, with its partial aspects, yin and yang, is one symbol for the Chinese &lt;b style=""&gt;TAO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Variously translated as “way” or “suchness of manifestation”, it is &lt;b style=""&gt;THE NAMELESS&lt;/b&gt;.   &lt;b style=""&gt;The Original-Reality-Beyond-Concept; &lt;/b&gt;the &lt;b style=""&gt;Self-Existent Absolute; Consciousness Without An Object (or Subject): &lt;/b&gt;everywhere and nowhere, eternal yet instantly vanishing, immanent, eminent and everywhere imminent—in short, &lt;b style=""&gt;omnitaneous reality&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bearing the foregoing development of yin and yang in mind, let us now proceed to another application of its elucidation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let us assign for the logo’s black/white contrast, the ultimate of opposites for humans: consciousness (white) and all objects of consciousness (black), i.e., the manifest universe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus the self-in-consciousness, or conscious-center-of-awareness, the &lt;b style=""&gt;“I”&lt;/b&gt;, in its life-long outward quest, forever encounters its absolute opposite, the surface of an apparently infinitely extended cosmos of objects apparently outside and impenetrable to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you see then, that all objects of consciousness actually &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;in-form&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; consciousness, i.e., give it form by delimiting its borders (like a flashlight beam is limited or obstructed by what it shines upon).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Conversely, all objects of consciousness are equally &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;in-formed by the consciousness of them&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Neither consciousness nor its objects exist independently, as each defines the other—renders it manifest—just like a flashlight beam is undetectable without an intervening atmospheric obscuration of, say, fog or smoke, or other objects undetectable without the illumination of the flashlight beam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The yin-yang figure visually portrays this idea: the quintessential nature of the universe is Pure Consciousness, or &lt;b style=""&gt;Consciousness-Without-An-Object-and-Without a Subject (CWOWS).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Subjective consciousness—man’s consciousness—versus all &lt;i style=""&gt;objects of consciousness&lt;/i&gt; are the dual relative aspects subsumed and transcended by unitary, self-existent &lt;b style=""&gt;CWOWS&lt;/b&gt;, just as yin and yang are subsumed and bounded by the circle in the TAO symbol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Self-awareness and its antithetical objects-of-perception literally create the universe as follows: subject perceives object &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; object in-forms subject.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This means that object and subject are not incommensurate things, they are opposing aspects of a unifying &lt;b style=""&gt;CWOWS&lt;/b&gt; which is beyond yet within them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Subject consciousness &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the perceiving of objects and objects literally &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; their perception in consciousness. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“One hand washes the other”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There can be no movie without the film obstructing the projector light…and, beyond that, nothing whatsoever without the cinema screen itself “hidden” by the form, color and action of the film itself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We see then, the so-called “inner world” of consciousness and the “outer world” of space-filled-with-things to be really a continuum like the face and obverse of a coin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An intrinsic condition of human sentience is its ongoing awareness (to greater or lesser degree) of its own awareness (“apperception”).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this it makes its own consciousness an object of perception.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we shall see, this has some significant implications. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Consider that where consciousness perceives itself, there is nothing to perceive, since it has become an object of consciousness and therefore assumes its antipodal form, unconscious objects--voids (i.e., it obstructs itself by denying itself).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is an impossible, lifting oneself by one's bootstraps-type operation, presenting a paradox: consciousness, in attempting to perceive itself, perceives non-consciousness, i.e., effectively hides itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is like a searchlight trying to shine upon itself, and in its pivoting about, illuminating everything &lt;i style=""&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the central dynamic and enigma of the boundary between the known and unknowable: subject-consciousness, in seeking itself, &lt;i style=""&gt;ipso facto&lt;/i&gt; finds the universe instead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Perception of the cosmos is the creation of the cosmos. The ‘physical’ &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;universe and consciousness are one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Consciousness can be likened to a disembodied eye (in a land where mirrors are non-existent).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such an eye cannot see itself for it &lt;i style=""&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; that which does the seeing—the functioning of sight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As is true of all the senses (including the mind, as it is a vehicle and synthesis of them), all that the eye beholds, it very literally is, since all objects of sight cannot be separate from the agency that &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sees them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the eye looks to see itself, it can behold only the &lt;i style=""&gt;absence&lt;/i&gt; of itself; and it is this absence that is the foundation of all the objects of sight—the absence that allows and structures their existence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The perfection of functioning for eyes is &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;not being in the way of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(i.e., being absent to) what it sees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is absolutely &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;behind &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;everything so all things can be in-front-for-sight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To expand the metaphor somewhat: imagine spinning around trying to glimpse the back of your own head and forever seeing only that which is the perfect absence of it, i.e., what, of necessity by design, is always 180 degrees from the back of your head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, strangely, this is the only way you &lt;i style=""&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; see the back of your own head, for it is connected, indeed inseparable, via its own absence, to all you &lt;i style=""&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;see.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the mind-blowing way that emptiness (absence) and fullness (form) are united. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is described as follows, in the Heart Sutra:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Here, O Sariputra, Form is Emptiness and the very Emptiness is Form; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Emptiness does not differ from Form; Form does not differ from Emptiness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Whatever is Form—that is Emptiness. Whatever is Emptiness—that is Form.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The same is true of Feelings, Perceptions, Impulses and Consciousness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is the most profound and most subtle but challenging endeavor of all mentation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paradox confounds the mind—runs it into an alley and sets it against itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For, designed to project outwards, to objectify the cosmos by isolating itself from its partner in creation, the mind sees Fullness in its own Absence…yet knows it not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All objects of consciousness are absences thereof, yet partaking of form &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;as if&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; independent, exotic “things-out-there” and vouchsafed by an incommensurate, immaterial, conscious perception.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, the tail wags the dog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-2932417247123849084?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2932417247123849084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=2932417247123849084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2932417247123849084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2932417247123849084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2008/03/does-tail-wag-dog.html' title='Does the Tail Wag the Dog?'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-1990067197070870203</id><published>2008-03-18T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:05:58.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubble Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, you’ve got this technologic marvel, the Hubble Space Telescope (HST), orbiting the Earth, in the optimal environment and position for astronomical observation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You decide to point it at a part of the universe that appears virtually empty—black, to every device heretofore available to man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, except for a few foreground (i.e., our own Milky Way galaxy) stars, it sees nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmmm, what if there is something there after all, but still too faint to see?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You decide to make an extended photographic exposure of that space with the HST: a &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;MILLION&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-second timed exposure requiring some 400-odd orbits of the Earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s a time exposure of 277.77 hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If there’s something yet-unseen there in that space, the light that arrives from it is so faint—a few photons a minute, say—that the only way to collect enough of it to see anything requires an extremely long exposure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So you do it—the necessary programming and other technical arrangements—to pull it off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, in a sort of reverse Cheshire Cat dynamic, images begin to appear and when the exposure was complete and various computer clarity enhancements done, the resultant remarkable, indeed, breathtaking photograph is dubbed the “Hubble Ultra Deep Field” (HUDF) image.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;[This is a simplification.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For nuts-and-bolts detail, see: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hubble_Ultra_Deep_Field"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hubble_Ultra_Deep_Field&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…what to all appearances was an uninhabited tiny corner of space, turns out to have, count them: 10,000 (!)…&lt;i style=""&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; stars, but &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;GALAXIES!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And each galaxy contains billions of stars in its own right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s a &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;LOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; of ‘un-inhabitation’! To get an idea of the amount of space this is to the naked eye from Earth, it is smaller than a 1 mm by 1 mm object placed 1 meter away (i.e., a poppy-seed held at arm’s length) and roughly equal to one thirteen-millionth of the total area of the sky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ten thousand galaxies in a pinhead-sized pinch of the cosmos!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If this doesn’t give you a feel for your mote-like, miniscule-to-the-maximum, relative position in the scale of things, I don’t know what could.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Obviously, few people are apprised of this information.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If everybody were, however, and appropriately impressed with it, do you suppose they would act any differently?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I submit that whatever impact such cosmological data engendered would, in a New-York-minute, be swallowed up by the ten thousand exigencies and mundane worries of the careworn, work-a-day world that the brain was evolved to deal with. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Human consciousness is simply not designed to harbor, other than temporarily, an appreciation (which in itself is only an inkling given by our modern technologies) of human size vs. galaxy size, to say nothing of cosmic size, nor any extended contemplation of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is not to say there are not people who have it in their DNA to attempt such ongoing contemplation and wield its realization in their moment-to-moment doings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the techniques given by, let’s say, extraordinary humans of yore, to interested hangers-on, was the task of “Remembering the face (or name) of God with every breath.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you think there’s a connection?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;William Blake said it this way: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;To see a world in a grain of sand,&lt;br /&gt;And a heaven in a wildflower.&lt;br /&gt;Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;And eternity in an hour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This kind of insight-praxis is attempted, normally, only by those of a monastic bent and with best effect in a monastery or other retreat-type setting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why are so few smitten with such a need, and why is it that human consciousness is apparently not built for, nor has capacity for the extraordinary insight that William Blake so eloquently describes?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elementary my dear Watson: it’s counterproductive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is contrary to what Life needs for humans to be doing—which is the making of culture and through it the evermore sophisticated investigation and control of “nature” for their continued flowering. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And, just as in a jet engine there is a lot of pressure, heat, explosion and noise to propel the jet on its course through the sky, so too must there be in human endeavor to propel the Rocket-of-Life on its course from emptiness into fullness, from void into form.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life even gave us a catchphrase for it: “You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still, there are humans with the proclivity and drive for extraordinary attention; those with an enhanced appetite for insight and application of a non-dual understanding of what’s going on around them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is &lt;i style=""&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; function in the larger scheme of Life’s program and agenda?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elementary my dear Watson: they comprise a kind of DNA background memory—like memory foam conforms to the form of whatever presses into it, then returns to its original shape when released; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they are like shock absorbers on a car chassis or the yellow light in a traffic signal or the catalyst in a chemical reaction,  promoting it but not changed by it; they are the mirrors in a clothing store changing room…they watch the audience watching the movie…they are the ones with &lt;b style=""&gt;Hubble Vision&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-1990067197070870203?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1990067197070870203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=1990067197070870203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/1990067197070870203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/1990067197070870203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2008/03/hubble-vision.html' title='Hubble Vision'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-3267546605366496787</id><published>2008-03-14T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:37:46.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is Golden</title><content type='html'>Understand first that consciousness is not an adjunct or property of the physical brain.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, the converse is true: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the physical body and all material things owe their existence to consciousness.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Consciousness is the primordial "stuff"—the pre-existent substrate of all.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This counterintuitive, bassackwards, realization is increasingly—and mind-numbingly so for traditional science—surfacing in modern physics and even cognitive psychology.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we're not talking the ordinary, ego-centered, binary logic (e.g., 'things are either A or not-A,  but certainly not BOTH A AND not-A') consciousness that every human knows intimately and undeniably.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We're talking Consciousness-Without-An-Object:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pure, undivided Consciousness.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about it: isn't it obvious that the scientific method is a system made up in and by consciousness which is useful for the creation and furtherance of human culture?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;N'cest pas?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And culture/civilization is the tool that Life-through-human-consciousness uses for its own agenda, an agenda which split-conscious humans cannot begin to fathom.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take away consciousness and what've you got?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you want to say that 'things' exist without conscious perception of them, then be my guest.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But realize this: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;without consciousness any such assertion cannot even be made!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the case that Kant spun out in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Critique of Pure Reason&lt;/span&gt;, to wit: consciousness is like a pair of rose-colored glasses that cannot be removed, and all talk of non-rose-colored reality is meaningless.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wittgenstein said it this way: "Whereof we cannot speak, thereof we must remain silent.".&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What you see, regardless of its eccentricity,  is the doing of consciousness and talk about it is ALSO the doing of consciousness, but one layer removed from direct seeing and thus the property of the mechanics of culture, which is of little use for UNDERSTANDING.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Case closed.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be silent.  Be happy.  Or be ordinary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-3267546605366496787?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3267546605366496787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=3267546605366496787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/3267546605366496787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/3267546605366496787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence-is-golden.html' title='Silence is Golden'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-2408890997194585784</id><published>2008-02-16T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:31:12.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Everybody’s heard that old story about the blindfolded wise men taking a survey of something unknown (in this case, an elephant), and each focusing on a different part of it,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and then coming up with a description of it that conflicted with every other’s description and precluding a consensus of mutual understanding among them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a very interesting story to contemplate, but is so well known and instantly recognized as some kind of received wisdom, as to have only the most feeble impact or potential nutrition for most of its auditors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what about…the Elephant in the Room?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;If you were in a room and an elephant was in there with you, it would be pretty obvious wouldn’t it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if we make the elephant bigger and bigger until it &lt;i style=""&gt;fills&lt;/i&gt; the room, and without affecting your faculty of observation and being—i.e., leaving you a living and breathing observer, somehow, &lt;i style=""&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt; the elephant, how would you then be able to see it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other half of the coin would be to &lt;i style=""&gt;shrink&lt;/i&gt; the elephant until, at some point, it drops out of one’s field of perception.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is, perhaps, more understandable for us but the result is the same: the elephant is there, but you don’t see it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Note that I didn’t say you &lt;i style=""&gt;can’t&lt;/i&gt; see it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For humans, the elephant is &lt;i style=""&gt;always &lt;/i&gt;there and &lt;i style=""&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; be seen…but it’s not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Say we’re looking at some picture or painting or object that is “abstract” or otherwise ambiguous or alien to us, and the question is asked “What is that?” or “What does it mean?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s the usual response?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anything from “(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;your answer here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;)” to “(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;your answer here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;)”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then you’ve missed the Elephant in the Room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; question is “&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;What&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is asking?” and the REAL real question is: “&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Who&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is asking?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not “&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the question asked?” or “&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;How&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is this question asked?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Definitely not those, yet all but a few humans always ask every question but the &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one and give every answer but the &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; answer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Once, The Buddha held up a flower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once, Laotse pointed at the moon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those who didn’t get it called Buddha’s action the “Flower Sermon,” and Laotse’s “The Pointing Finger”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those who &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;got&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it, smiled and said nothing, for they saw the Elephant in the Room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At rare and unpredictable times Jan Cox would punctuate his talks to a community of interested auditors with long silences; sometimes inordinately long and increasingly pregnant pauses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes they seemed accidental or incidental (when you could almost hear the meshing of gears in his head while he pondered ‘where next’ or ‘how to express [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;so and so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;]’) and at others they were overtly (or, in hindsight overtly) intentional.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And these pauses were, to me, even more powerful and impacting than when he ballpeened me between the eyes with something he said (which was often enough!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those silences were quite simply, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;enormous&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;opportunities, invitations really, unlimited pointings or  beckonings, to sense the Elephant in the Room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Always here, always now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when you &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;get&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it, REALLY get it, it’s like falling backward into the open elevator shaft that’s been following you around since that day you took your first breath and opened your eyes; falling backwards, upwards, outwards, inwards...absolutely relaxed, in an, as it were, inverted full-gainer…oh, and at the same time pushing the button…to summon…the elevator…always in front of you—you know—the one featuring Muzak ®&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and leading to what ‘you gotta do today’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;The Elephant in the Room:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Always here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Always now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;‘You’ can’t see it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, WHO can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;YESSSSSSSSSS…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-2408890997194585784?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2408890997194585784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=2408890997194585784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2408890997194585784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2408890997194585784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2008/02/elephant-in-room.html' title='THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-2518542037983099796</id><published>2008-02-09T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:13:06.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESIGN vs. DARWIN...or Teacup Tempest?</title><content type='html'>“My faith is even stronger now.” This, from a victim of the hurricane Katrina catastrophe!  Consider what this reveals, to an alert observer, about the human mind: it tacitly admits that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sides of good and evil&lt;/span&gt;.  The man, whose “faith is even stronger”—after the devastation of a category 5 storm—would have to agree that, along with his survival of it, the storm was equally God’s creation (or else it was the Devil’s doing, but he, too, is God‘s creation!).  So, what does this suggest?  Isn’t it obvious? Is this what men call thinking? Do men &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;think?  How is it possible that men stare God’s works in the face, and then unaccountably cherry-pick only the portion of that barefaced totality that supports their “faith”?  Is it self-delusion? Self-aggrandizement?  Ignorance?  Or, design?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of design, much has been made lately of the controversy between the theory of Darwinian evolution and the argument for “Intelligent Design.”  Let’s see if this isn’t just a “Tempest in a Teacup.”  Darwin invokes the mechanism of random mutation coupled with natural selection as the vehicle of evolutionary change.  The argument for Intelligent Design allows that Darwin’s theory applies only in rather specialized and circumscribed flora and fauna populations, but that it fails dramatically, even fatally, when applied to explain sophisticated mechanisms discovered in the last 20 years or so of micro-biochemical research, specifically: the arcane workings of the human immune system; the surprisingly complicated process of blood clotting, the detailing of cellular DNA and RNA interactions, and, even in low-order species, mind-numbingly complex survival and reproductive strategy-mechanisms…all of which, it is mathematically demonstrated via probability calculations, would require more years than there are atoms in the entire universe for them to randomly evolve ala Darwin—an impossibility.  Accordingly, Design, by some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unspecified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; agency, not purely random processes, must account for life’s evolution.  Naturally, there are rebuttals to the “Design” objections and rebuttals to the rebuttals, and so on.  Note that neither makes any claim about the ultimate origin of life or the universe.  The radical margins in each camp condemn each other as either “atheist scientists” or, “ignorant creationists”. The Alert, like expert freestyle rock climbers, keep their balance and feel out the hand-holds necessary to surmount this sheer-faced and trenchant ediface of opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s look for what is the anterior substrata, or common denominator to them both.  Effectively, Darwinian science says “X”, while biochemistry science says “Y”.  Both are the creation of “Z” which we’ll call the human brain/mind.  If we write out an equation representing this reality, it would have two forms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Z - Y = X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Z - X = Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In words it would be: Mind minus (rejecting) Design, equals Darwin, and Mind rejecting Darwin, equals Design.  Now consider the equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;X + Y = Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this show?  And what about the equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;X + Y - Z =  0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in words, for the former: Design &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Darwin equals (or comprises, or in-forms) the Mind.  And, for the latter:  Darwin and Design, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; the Mind, are null, i.e., meaningless.  So, both being creations of the mind are dependent on it for their existence…and, the mind is incomplete without them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Furthermore, Design and Darwin are Siamese twins; they share the same blood and cannot survive independently. Voila!: Tempest in a Teacup.  Their squabble is…just the mind!  Each side is arguing with their own mind, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us return to the man whose “faith is even stronger now”.  It was submitted above that God is on both sides of good and evil.  And what was shown to be on both sides of the Design/Darwin debate?  The Mind.  Consider:  Mind = God.  When the mind speaks of God and has, in the often cataclysmic vicissitudes of life, faith in God, it speaks of and has “faith even stronger now”…&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY IN ITSELF&lt;/span&gt;.   For that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESIGN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See&lt;/span&gt; the design; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know&lt;/span&gt; its purpose…and be untroubled by the Tempest in a Teacup humans call "my mind"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-2518542037983099796?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2518542037983099796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=2518542037983099796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2518542037983099796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2518542037983099796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2008/02/design-vs-darwinor.html' title='DESIGN vs. DARWIN...or Teacup Tempest?'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-7867372366538877138</id><published>2008-02-09T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:51:10.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSCIENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conscience, in the sense that one's actions or motives are either right or wrong, impelling one towards "right action", of course "exists" in the lives of &lt;i style=""&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; men.  But it's not "mental"; conscience is part of your temperament.  At one end of the spectrum you have men whose conscience is limited to mere self-preservation cum aggrandizement, i.e., right action is: securing "what's in it for me, and screw the hindmost"; at the other end are the Hindu's who brush the ground free of insects as they walk to ensure taking no life, or the Christian whose conscience is the “still, small voice” guidance to “turn the other cheek".  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As far as conscience the word/concept is concerned, being part of the "secondary world" it is meaningless for one who's alert.  He recognizes it as a necessary concept for the "civilized" (those attuned and identified with the secondary domain--and therefore doing life's work...in fits and starts) but profitless for awakening.   For one awake, conscience is seeing and accepting his temperament and acting in accord with it, without guilt or pride.  A man at the animal end of the conscience-spectrum is not interested in awakening, yet acts in total accord with his temperament and is therefore living "a life of conscience"  at the "basement level" so to speak.  At the other end, men’s temperaments &lt;i style=""&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; interested in awakening; conscience for these, the more civilized, is based on life's dictated external codes and always involves uncertainty, guilt and/or smug self-righteousness: conscience at "street level". &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gurdjieff's "help lessen the suffering of our common father" equates to Jan Cox’s saying "the neural rebel consciously assists Life's greater growth by reducing or eliminating the inefficiencies (not to say "error") of ordinary mentation".  The routine must tediously pick at and squabble over the Gordian Knot of life while the Neural Rebel cleanly cleaves it through with slashing-scimitar-eyes.   To complete the analogy: awakened conscience is action at the "helipad" level.  To "talk" about, or invoke or espouse a "life of conscience" as opposed to clinically&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;seeing&lt;/i&gt; how one acts, is purely an exercise in dreamland--no different than arguing over whether god exists.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To take words/concepts seriously is folly for seeing anything.  Conscience is blood 'n guts -based: it exists in and through genetic temperament and not as a result of inculcation or teaching.  If you think it does, ask yourself this: how did the inculcator receive &lt;i style=""&gt;his &lt;/i&gt;indoctrination?  An endless chain of regression--back to...what?  The Prime Brainwasher?&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So, sure, "conscience"--the word--has meaning...for the ordinary, but it is "unacceptable action"-based, and there are no unacceptable actions...except for one with his own code of conduct and responsible only to himself.  Everything else is pure distraction.  Only to the undistracted is self-conscience possible...  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Conscience = Temperament; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Consciousness = Space in/for/of Seeing What-is; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Ordinary mind &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= "What is ‘What-is’?"; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Who = Consciousness; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;How = Who.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-7867372366538877138?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7867372366538877138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=7867372366538877138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/7867372366538877138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/7867372366538877138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2008/02/conscience.html' title='CONSCIENCE'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2484636182062815443.post-2732470786883032772</id><published>2008-02-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:50:23.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT Freewill?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;With Wordless Wonderment, Watching&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Where, Withal, What&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When, Why:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;WHO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those that believe they have freewill DO have freewill (just try to convince them otherwise!) -- although they may cry in their beer and feel guilty when events go against them, because it's their responsibility for and failure to "do the right thing"--and fine for them. Even those who don't believe in freewill, nevertheless unconsciously act as if they do, because their cultural conditioning and physiological/cognitive structures rule by evolutionary default—i.e., the cognitive metaphors (e.g., Causation as Force, Contact (or Proximity) and Movement = Control) that are mapped from the sensory-motor experience of earliest awareness of, and interaction with the physical world, drive the deep structures of cognition and spontaneous behavior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only the Awakened are exempt from this reality and their actions are indistinguishable (and/or uncanny) to the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the question of freewill--"do we or don't we?"--arises, it’s worthwhile to ask oneself this question: "When did I make the decision to become born?". If one doesn't effect one's own birth and its circumstances, one is on this earth involuntarily from the get-go, so in one sense freewill is automatically suspect. Aside from those who are convinced that they DID plan their own birth (and arguing with them is pointless), those who allow that it's true we are born involuntarily, nevertheless invoke freewill for all ensuing actions. Fine, but when one's feet are placed on a descending path (i.e., born into physical life on earth, which is a one-way street (namely, birth--&gt;youth--&gt;middle age--&gt;old age--&gt;death) and if we think of non-freewill as the incline downhill (and subject to gravity, say), the capacity to NOT proceed downhill is nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s another question: "Can you tell me what you're going to think next?" &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is a non-starter for virtually everybody, since they will automatically say "Oh, such-and-such and more such-and-such, of course!" &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;without realizing that they're already, ipso facto, clueless because it's impossible to know what you're going to think next; the extant thought is already there and is automatically displaced by the next one and the next, without your volition.. There is only one valid, authentic reaction to such a question: shocked or at least bemused silence. And that reaction can only arise from the realization that, 1) what you presently think is already in the way of your saying/thinking what you'll think next; ditto for the next thought, and the next, etc.; 2) actually, the questioner "caused" that instant thinking in your brain by asking you the question in the first place; 3) you're always one step behind your thinking and you DON'T KNOW whence it arose or whither it’s bound. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jan Cox used to say: "The mind is always the last to know."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you ponder this deeply it gets under your skin, it changes you by, as it were, holding a mirror up to your thinking process, which interrupts and interferes with its automatic course. If, in light of this immediate, eerie, in-your-face evidence to the contrary, you still think you exercise freewill, well, you're in good company—because, even for the rare bird that catches a glimpse of it, it's all but impossible to remember (bear in mind) as an ongoing enterprise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you think that you DO know what you’re going to think next, well, you’re in good company and I wouldn’t dream of debating the point with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s so interesting: everywhere you hear great authors, artists, inventors, et al. in interviews freely admit that they don’t know where their inspiration comes from or foresee the finished form of their art, and, indeed, are often surprised and nonplussed by it!...while everybody nods their head, saying, “Isn’t it true, oh yes, isn’t it so true.” Yet no one sees that it is categorically no different in their own work-a-day world; absolutely the same in the purview of their quotidian thinking, speaking and doing, instant by instant, breath by breath, year after year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hidden in plain sight; but accessible only to the thoughtfully attuned, objective, restless voyager, hungry for clarity, and unable to look away or pull the wool over his own eyes when he comes face to face with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One big problem, however: if you should &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;it, HOW TO REMEMBER IT when your very design and conditioning, like the red cape to the bull, continually agitates and misdirects…while the sword, aimed and poised,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is the invisible agent of the only certainty in your life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2484636182062815443-2732470786883032772?l=eagleskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2732470786883032772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2484636182062815443&amp;postID=2732470786883032772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2732470786883032772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2484636182062815443/posts/default/2732470786883032772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eagleskies.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-wordless-wonderment-watching.html' title='WHAT Freewill?'/><author><name>oroboros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02092812464626682715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8dvwzFfE-j4/SHY_ReETNLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zTQf2InEGNo/S220/logo+MB+reduction.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
