All my life I've done everything backwards
Living from the future to the past
going from the inside to the out-
and jumping in the big holes last.
Heed the somber wisdom of old
or submit to the rush of youth.
Serpents taste freshest
when eaten alive,
and served with Witch's juice.
The sun is too harsh for mine eyes
The moon so benevolently snide.
But it's the sun I lack,
the orb of living electric,
overtaken by the waves, I know
the moon is a blanketed tide.
and this oppressive heat
wed to the noxious carbon smog
rollicking from concrete streets
won't go away.
This scalding, simmering, smoldering heat
is infusing itself
into my veins.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Personas
Ever since I can remember I have operated under the assumption that something else is going on underneath the surface level of things. I work(ed) to penetrate beyond the superficial and into the dynamics of a (not-so-)hidden landscape.
Everyone has and maintains a persona, whose character is essentially mandated by socio-political self-interests, as a socio-political expression of the anima, which is itself an expression of the blind Will extended into the realm of possibility via DNA-information-distribution. Thus, the persona you interact with as a result of any coerced socio-political contract is not a true representation of that person's deepest qualities, but only a co-modified expression thereof, edited and 'fixed' to suit the interests being pursued (social, political, economic).
My persona is on auto-pilot and no one really affects it outside of blood and like-minded doubters. I don't know if this signals a disconnect from the Anima, or if it simply is an imbalance of social energy.
My persona has no hooks on it, like a pop-song that just isn't catchy. Why? Has no time been spent cultivating it? I cannot latch onto and enjoy the collective activities of persona, whose joy attains in that o-so-superficial delight, mouthing empty pleasantries and masking negative energy underneath euphemistic semantics and forced smiles. I always find myself digging th rough the surface, through the persona's actions and into the Anima, of which those actions are an indirect, socio-political expression.
There is a war of the Self--the Anima cannot hide from me. Personas do not cover-up the anima for anyone who cares to see, they only compartmentalize and categorize it beyond any of its unique or idiosyncratic properties.
In every expression, an ulterior expression which contains the first-level expression but is also much broader and more honest, aimed true.
I see social dynamics and they are locked inside a pattern that does not follow from true understanding and empathy, but only from competitive egos, fear and institutional propaganda. People only feel free to act in a way that promotes an the institutional Absolute...a fiction.
The thing of it is, I see through this power-play, and what results is that I must doubt everything, simply because everything is not as it appears; I have lost any sense of trust for anything outside my own judgment & understanding ... I must reconcile the tension between all-is-not-as-it-seems, and the fact that appearances (via sensual input) are the only thing we have to go by...what decodes it?
Everyone has and maintains a persona, whose character is essentially mandated by socio-political self-interests, as a socio-political expression of the anima, which is itself an expression of the blind Will extended into the realm of possibility via DNA-information-distribution. Thus, the persona you interact with as a result of any coerced socio-political contract is not a true representation of that person's deepest qualities, but only a co-modified expression thereof, edited and 'fixed' to suit the interests being pursued (social, political, economic).
My persona is on auto-pilot and no one really affects it outside of blood and like-minded doubters. I don't know if this signals a disconnect from the Anima, or if it simply is an imbalance of social energy.
My persona has no hooks on it, like a pop-song that just isn't catchy. Why? Has no time been spent cultivating it? I cannot latch onto and enjoy the collective activities of persona, whose joy attains in that o-so-superficial delight, mouthing empty pleasantries and masking negative energy underneath euphemistic semantics and forced smiles. I always find myself digging th rough the surface, through the persona's actions and into the Anima, of which those actions are an indirect, socio-political expression.
There is a war of the Self--the Anima cannot hide from me. Personas do not cover-up the anima for anyone who cares to see, they only compartmentalize and categorize it beyond any of its unique or idiosyncratic properties.
In every expression, an ulterior expression which contains the first-level expression but is also much broader and more honest, aimed true.
I see social dynamics and they are locked inside a pattern that does not follow from true understanding and empathy, but only from competitive egos, fear and institutional propaganda. People only feel free to act in a way that promotes an the institutional Absolute...a fiction.
The thing of it is, I see through this power-play, and what results is that I must doubt everything, simply because everything is not as it appears; I have lost any sense of trust for anything outside my own judgment & understanding ... I must reconcile the tension between all-is-not-as-it-seems, and the fact that appearances (via sensual input) are the only thing we have to go by...what decodes it?
Friday, September 11, 2009
Free Will
Humans are free in the sense that they have a conscious choice to alter the energy-flow within the infinite set of possibility, which is given by the necessary & sufficient conditions for existence (mathematical truths, physical laws, etc.). The Will is always given...we do not create it, we only have a hand in altering the flow of possibility.
We inhabit the realm of extension. We, as a physiological system, are a process imposing structure on the information-flux. As consciously extended becomings, we are extensions of reality into the realm of possibility (space), the existence of which is interdependent with time (temporal). As extensions we alter reality by altering the flow of change within the infinite set. Thus, we, as independent convergences of the Will (limited set) in the realm of possibility (space-time), affect the flow of the infinite set via choice. The choice is given in space-time via information-flow. Genetic mutations carry information, and become the basis upon which new information is received and assimilated into the subject.
>>>Come upon a place in the psyche where all physical laws collapse on themselves.
The intellect can no longer isolate acute elements and categorize them into a navigable representation of the world...
We cannot make predictions about future states based upon the causal relations observed in the past, and on present conditions...ie, physics and math go out the window.
If there are no elements to rearrange, there is no experience.
As long as experience is the ability to manipulate energy, the necessity to re-arrange the elements of possibility, experience is characterized by lack. A lack of one configuration leads to a new configuration, and so on. The Absolute is used as a directing arrow, a towards, against which the presented choices are compared in order to orient the chooser towards a goal.
There is nothing in history but an infinite regress of causality; the elements of possibility must always be re-arranged...no Absolute exists outside of our conceptions of it.
We inhabit the realm of extension. We, as a physiological system, are a process imposing structure on the information-flux. As consciously extended becomings, we are extensions of reality into the realm of possibility (space), the existence of which is interdependent with time (temporal). As extensions we alter reality by altering the flow of change within the infinite set. Thus, we, as independent convergences of the Will (limited set) in the realm of possibility (space-time), affect the flow of the infinite set via choice. The choice is given in space-time via information-flow. Genetic mutations carry information, and become the basis upon which new information is received and assimilated into the subject.
>>>Come upon a place in the psyche where all physical laws collapse on themselves.
The intellect can no longer isolate acute elements and categorize them into a navigable representation of the world...
We cannot make predictions about future states based upon the causal relations observed in the past, and on present conditions...ie, physics and math go out the window.
If there are no elements to rearrange, there is no experience.
As long as experience is the ability to manipulate energy, the necessity to re-arrange the elements of possibility, experience is characterized by lack. A lack of one configuration leads to a new configuration, and so on. The Absolute is used as a directing arrow, a towards, against which the presented choices are compared in order to orient the chooser towards a goal.
There is nothing in history but an infinite regress of causality; the elements of possibility must always be re-arranged...no Absolute exists outside of our conceptions of it.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Old Woman
I am an old woman
I was grown in an attic
with no light-source
to orient my ascent.
I am an old woman
Insects crawling through cracks of
wrinkly decrepit skin
colored by constricted veins and
anchored to arthritic bones...creakkkkk.
I am an old woman
though my time on earth
has been short
The cosmos has reigned on me
all the woes of Job in that
ultimate trial.
God's bandits stole my faith
Before I even had hands to seize it.
To be torn through heaven and hell
and arrive somewhere beyond
Is a journey containing both life and death.
But the decay has had its way with me.
Nothing inside works,
yet it refuses to quit.
I was grown in an attic
with no light-source
to orient my ascent.
I am an old woman
Insects crawling through cracks of
wrinkly decrepit skin
colored by constricted veins and
anchored to arthritic bones...creakkkkk.
I am an old woman
though my time on earth
has been short
The cosmos has reigned on me
all the woes of Job in that
ultimate trial.
God's bandits stole my faith
Before I even had hands to seize it.
To be torn through heaven and hell
and arrive somewhere beyond
Is a journey containing both life and death.
But the decay has had its way with me.
Nothing inside works,
yet it refuses to quit.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Journal
I am reading a book by the Fourteenth Dalai Lama titled The Universe in a Single Atom. It has been illuminating on many key issues of existence, giving me the Buddhist perspective--which mirrors my own but is a lot less destructive and reductionist.
I've decided to adopt more of these ideas and return to a progressive philosophy.
There is something about the cosmic nature of the universe, and ourselves, that is united at the very core.
What it is is not a thing-actually. More of a structure, or a form, around which all life dances, to which all creation humbles itself.
When we lack understanding of one or more of the states which this form takes on, we enter a darkness within the psyche.
We fear that which we do not understand. I am as much guilty of this as anyone and everyone else. Therefore, to overcome fear we must strive to understand.
Full understanding--Absolute understanding--is to conceive of the totality of all possible states of affairs, to understand the structure by becoming the structure [becoming god]. (of course there are all kinds of linguistic paradoxes when arrive at the godhead, but understanding transcends conceptualization).
This is not an actual state of affairs within this existence, but instead an arrow, a direction to guide us through a fluid existence.
I've decided to adopt more of these ideas and return to a progressive philosophy.
There is something about the cosmic nature of the universe, and ourselves, that is united at the very core.
What it is is not a thing-actually. More of a structure, or a form, around which all life dances, to which all creation humbles itself.
When we lack understanding of one or more of the states which this form takes on, we enter a darkness within the psyche.
We fear that which we do not understand. I am as much guilty of this as anyone and everyone else. Therefore, to overcome fear we must strive to understand.
Full understanding--Absolute understanding--is to conceive of the totality of all possible states of affairs, to understand the structure by becoming the structure [becoming god]. (of course there are all kinds of linguistic paradoxes when arrive at the godhead, but understanding transcends conceptualization).
This is not an actual state of affairs within this existence, but instead an arrow, a direction to guide us through a fluid existence.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)