And the corruption goes on ... and now we can call it a relious fetish!

Hi UnDefinitive...

 

Wonderful quote from Ron Paul....!

 

It is a crisis of decision. This is problematic for liberal democratic sensibility, under the jurisdiction of capital interest, by which we are now led astray. Socrates early notices the problem of every person being free to choose. The unifying principle is dissolved and individual prerogative prevails. This leads, by incremental fluctuation, to the establishement of coercive order by which the many are ruled by a few.

 

My decision is made plain in the manner of my language. Who would accuse me of courting favour on the one hand, or beating down my opposition on the other? I am not interested in the popular hero games. Nor am I interested in blaming others as the justification of my own rectitude.

 

From early youth I have struggled with two possibilities. First, the possibility that my experience as a person might have significance in the grand struggle to overcome the powers by which earth and its peoples are spoiled.

 

I have devoted all available resources in service to this possibility. I am strengthed by my Friesian blood which holds liberty as the ideal and resists subjegation to the purposes of power.

 

The second possibility is that I could remain anonymous while serving the historical moment faithfully. A challenge that grows in complexity and demand in direct proportion to my progress in the way of the first possibility.

 

Saul_now_Paul drops a few hints about the manner in which he reads and interprets my words, and, perhaps more to the point, my intentions. He makes me out to be a Jonah in our time.

 

This brings to my mind the only sign that persons seeking signs will obtain when consulting Jesus. Nineveh had the sense to listen to a nobody, authorized only by the word of his God, pronounce a call for repentance.

 

What is the next period of time going to bring? Exodus from the structures of money has been well underway for some time. First a trickle. Now a stream. Soon a flood. Waters deep enough to drown the military might of the capitalist overlords. Remember, my natural habitat is metaphor!

 

Soon a critical mass will have been achieved.  This will draw the attention of those posturing as advocates and defenders of freedom. Our freedom will be deeply threatened and our lives will be at risk.

 

Non-compliance will be an offense against the state and punishable by incarceration, torture and death. All with paperwork duly processed and sanitized efficiency.

 

Can't happen? It has happened all through human history. It is pronounced in the highly touted stream of Western civilizations. Again and again, the rise of tyrants and the suppression of liberty.

 

These are the kinds of things Jesus said when Roman hegemony entered its crisis. They are the kinds of things that pertain to the end stage of any civilization founded on the autonomy of human power and the exploitation of nature.

 

I am responsible before God. Nothing depends on whether I am accepted or rejected by others. All depends on pronouncing the words which have been given me to pronounce.

 

"Money is a good servant but a deadly master."

 

George

    

If the tyrants and the overlords ever decide to change vocations and change military might into equitable power to serve the common good I won't complain.

As I bid you all goodnight ... 

Neo: You could be right ...

GeoFee: I am heeding the call to repent ...

Saul_now_ Paul: this should lead me to production of good fruit which I do not expect to be paid for ...

Kimmio:  In the event that the tyrants are not willing to repent/change vocation and we are all being punished by the money masters for non-compliance the time for complaining will have passed.... till then complaining is a good thing ... you in your small corner and I in mine, as George might say. 

Water Buoy:  when you started one of your posts something like ... sitting by the fire warming their weak knees ... it took all of the sinister out of the 'burning owl ritual' post for me ... thanks for that.

UnDefinitive,

One needs a RIFT eL in the toxic human pool once in a while ... keeps it from stagnating into snotty slime ...

 

Falls right in there with:

1. food
2. Shelter
3. Clothing
4. education
5. Healing
6. And knowing someone will share some laughter with you no matter how bad the living experience.
7. This culmonates or is a'crude as ecclesiastic ... LIGHT Humis ... plasma of an ethereal sort?

Harold Bloom said that humanity was the only creature that didn't know the limits on needs and how they overflow into the field of want ... a sort of stretch of thought on the concept of avarice as a need to control eveything ... includes god ... thus the tremendous fall out ... the ejections from spatial thinking? Dreaming of nicer things is good ... takes the far out portion of mind though ... as an abstract ... then you can construct one psychic lye! On the other side lies are only myths ... people there don't believe (in) them ... that's goa-Nada, or Nade-IHC, sometimes just a gonadic mind ... overly emotionalized as a confidence person without broader circumspect of LOGOS ... that's the WORD on far out processing ... brain that doesn't function with the eclectic ... thought!

The small things one should appreciate ... like other people ... sometimes referred to as demos to earthy powers ... that can be demons or democratic ... depending on circumstance ...

Walking the Talk:

 

http://www.viralnova.com/used-garbage-homeless-shelters/

Can you imagine how many good Christian People would like one of those homes in their back yard? Small but cute ... like humbled selves ...

Those look like human dog houses. I don't think they're an example of walking the talk.

http://www.dwell.com/house-tours/article/five-inspirational-shipping-con...

We buy and ship so much stuff. There are so many existing shipping containers - what if we didn't need them anymore? everyone could have one of these!

Or we can recycle them and use the steel from them to build more buildings than each shipping container creates. Shipping containers make for awful structures. Storage containers, sure. But insulating them and bringing services like water and electricity through the walls is a real problem, because you need to use cutting torches.

 

They were building a 3 story building in Burke's Falls, Ontario with shipping containers. I think it was going to be more expensive in the long run than if they used colf formed steel construction, and now you've really limited your room layouts, because cutting through to much of the walls will ruin the load carrying capability of the container.

 

 

The two of us don't need much space (we live in a small apartment already and we could downsize if it was efficient use of space) but yeah, i can see how melting down the metal would give more options. I liked that one with the rooftop garden though....good idea.

Another thing- if people move into shipping containers as is pretty much without doing anything to the walls don't the walls get hot in the summer?
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I would never move into a shipping container - I might get shipped!

I used to know a family at my old Baptist church a family who had as a summer cottage a former railway caboose. They had neither heat nor running water in it, but they loved it there.

Cool. I was looking at pictures of some "hippie homes" from the 60's yesterday- eco friendly dome houses, teepees, buses, tree houses- fun stuff. I like the idea of turning abandoned things into homes or homes that use minimal new materials. When the first couple of people converted shipping containers into homes- that was a great idea. Very resourceful use of waste. Now that it's become a trend there are lots of businesses making a lot of money off of it and it's not quite the same. And as chansen says- the structures may not be as solid as using sheet metal that has been recycled. Still, I can picture a little community of small shipping container homes on a nice piece of land- like a post modern trailer park- and they could be portable like trailer homes, too.

And you'd freeze to death in the winter, yes.

 

Shipping containers are not a solution to a homeless problem unless you think shipping the homeless somewhere else is a solution. The amount of work required would mean you'd be better off building something new out of conventional building materials and recyling the old shipping container for new steel.

 

Our home is about as uncreative as it gets when I think about it (although we make the best of it)- boxes stacked on top of one another- essentially. And the higher they get stacked, the less the neighbours know each other it seems to me. I don't know why that is.

In Vancouver there aren't extremes in temperature like other places but uninsulated metal would still get hot sitting directly under the sun even on a mild summer day. Like parking a car in the sun. And it would still be too cold, uninsulted, in the winter. What about re-using the materials when condemned buildings get knocked down? Instead of a wrecking ball, dismantling the structures and salvaging what can be reused?

Do you understand how heavy they are? Even a 10' long container - the little one - is 3000 lbs empty. Put a chassis underneath it and a few things like a bed and walls inside, and you're towing 5000 lbs. You need a big truck to move 5000 lbs. That's not exactly "portable".

 

Also, how are you going to insulate it to make it work? Polystyrene foam? Not exactly eco-friendly, and expensive. FIbreglass batt insulation? Okay, so you need to stud the walls and ceiling. If you're studding the walls and ceiling, why do you need the shipping container?

 

I guess you don't. I liked the idea. But if there are more efficient ideas, great.

http://inhabitat.com/travelodge-shipping-container-hotel/

 

Yeah, I've always really liked different housing solutions too.

 

 

Speaking of shipping containers, Cousin, how about this: It's a hotel in England.

Neat.

Some nice apartments- to be used as social housing- that were built in Vancouver recently. I'd like to see more of these go up. Really nice. About the same size as our apartment, looks like, although we have a bedroom, this is just one room. Ours is fine, it's a decent building, but the market rent is too high. Where do we sign up? Not cheap to build $82000/ unit she said in the clip- but she said other nearby units cost a lot more.

http://www.vancouversun.com/touch/story.html?id=8739234

It looks like they're sandwiched between two renovated older buildings. That's a good idea, too. And they look nice and liveable- not like "social housing" tenaments or ghettos- that's important.

If you build a large, mult-unit building, and you can make many or most of the existiung corrugated steel walls work, then shipping containers can be used, yes. Now you're outsulating the building and putting a cladding outside of that, like brick or stucco.

 

Your foundations could possibly be done with a drill rig and sonotubes, which are quick. You need a slab-on-grade below to control moisture, or maybe just gravel? Not sure. Your structure goes up fast. After that is when you will run into challenges. That's a lot of cutting steel. A lot of cutting wheel and cutting torch work, just to get mechanical and electrical through the building.

 

A multi-story building makes more sense than a small building with shipping containers, but not much. Especially when, if all you're getting is a simple box, a carpenter can build a small box in a day or two.

 

Maybe I'm wrong and it'll catch on. I just doubt it. I designed portable structures. Some of my designs were supposed to be used for emergency housing, but the company basically ran out of money trying to do too much.

 

If you were shipped out in a shipping container would you be a fringe person or a borderline personality to those on the extremes?

 

As an intermediate  of the continuum ... I'm not extreme and those of polity despise me ... without ends you are not a teleological person? Which end goes first before the KISS 'n of the following thing ... hermeneutics? Isn' that just the common as'is as John?

The thing with shipping containers- I was thinking- is they're ready made boxes and if they're a little bit rusted or damaged they just sit there in the shipyard. I read awhile back that a lot of them aren't reused for shipping- or they have a life span for shipping use. Something like that. There's a very big port in Vancouver not too far from where they built this place and so they get to make use of what was essentially 'junk' without having to send it somewhere to get melted down and reformed.

Reformed ... is that like borderline shipping container?

 

Contemplating alien thought patterns as construction a cubic Myers Briggs Structure that could be based on critiscysim of past practice? Now we're getting somewhere ...

Uh, huh. A social statement, useful functional liveable art as home- about moving away from monied ambitions leading to excess, waste, and abandonment- no longer 'reformed' to serve the systems driving the excess, waste, and abandonment but valuable as they are (with minor adaptations to serve the collective needs of the community)?

Maybe. I just think when refurbished they look kewl.

Yeah. They do. :)

Borderline shipping container...lol! I'm laughing a good belly laugh.

Suddenly a song from my formative years slipped into awareness:

 

From the age of about 19 till the age of about 30, I lived the itinerant life - ever wondering about the folk stuck in those little boxes for which they mortgaged their labours. Did you know mortgage is from the two Latin words, death and grip?

 

For how many ages has human being lived and flourished while sheltered only by that which the environment offered as resource for survival and also conviviality. Ah for the simple way and the wealth of imagination by which the seductive illusion of material bliss is overcome and cast off.

 

My closest friend on earth, next to my intimate companion Barbara, lives in the back of a school bus, parked in the lane of a Longhouse, just off Hastings drive in East Vancouver. He is the very form of the homeless rabbi celebrated in the discourse and ritual of the Christian Institution; under a diversity of flags and banners.

 

Daniel is known to all in the neighbourhood as kind, compassionate and strong to lend a hand when a hand is wanted. He is homeless by choice and lives an exemplary human life. By viritue of serendipity, Daniel is a gardner and also a potter.

 

Were Barbara be taken from me, in the providence of God, I would set my house in order for the benefit of my children, and take my leave of the "beastly" technique which now spreads tentacles into the whole realm of human and non-human being.

 

With Daniel, in that bus, behind that Longhouse, I would sit in communion with the God who is withdrawn from the unfolding tragedy; where power wrestles power for the increase of power.

 

In the company of that living one, I would be present to the bruised and the broken who gather to that Longhouse. Content to live among them, homeless by all the appearances and yet wholly at home within the realm of my conviction and my purpose.

 

It is by covenant that I am joined with my intimate companion. We are so joined till death part us. Before that day my heart is bound to the welfare of her being in the world with me. Unlike the one free of worldly responsibility, the itinerant who I was while preparing for that which I now make present.

 

What strange and twisted phrases? Something I have been absorbing while wading through WaterBouy's stream of diffused consciousness. Perhaps different only in that I am bound for clarity and by the clarity call forth the antagonist without whom the drama could not be made present.

 

Taking care of the victims is not equivalent to stopping the carnage. Hawkeye once observed: "Why do we keep patching them up and sending them back into the fighting?"

 

Who wants to talk about the ideas undergirding the structures of domination now straddling the developing world? Lets talk about pretty little houses. Lets talk about containers for the poor. As if the problem was lack of material resources for provision of Maslow's foundational need for every child born into the experience of human being.

 

 

Human being thrives where there is free cooperation.

 

Human being languishes where cooperation is compromised by the introduction of wages. "How much for the use of your body?" asked John.

 

Human being is threatened with extinction where force serves power to establish compliance necessary for the growth and development of capital interest.

 

Can't swallow this quick dancing script?

 

Carl Jung speaks much more clearly on this than I am able. He talks about the instinct for life which in us. That instinct leads us towards the optimisation of opportunity for survival and flourishing. It may at times be subordinated to the inclinations of appetite. This is most likely in times of plenty and unlikely in times of lack.

 

Hobbes says human being consists in the restless striving of power after power, which ceases only with death. This determination to the acquisition of power leads invariably, in any and all of its manifestations, the destabilization of human being, detriment to flourishing and perilous to survival.

 

The instinct for life calls the will to power into question. Heeded the question allows for restoration of balance. Refused, the question will take on a life of its own, growing in direct proportion to the refusal of the question put by the instinct to life.

 

Jung speaks of this repressive cycle as neurosis. A voice from deep inside, the instinct for life, calls into question what is taken for granted as ordinary. Remembering that ordinary shares a root with ordinance, order.

 

Here is what the instinct for life makes plain for me. Get as far from the priorities and commitments of globalizing power as possible. Though your material withdrawal will proceed by increments and in stages, your effectual determination begins in the moment of decision.

 

"Multitudes in the valley of decision, like sheep without a shepherd."

 

George

Great song, George! Careful, someone might think that's an illuminati pyramid. :) lol!

Perhaps never having heard that song- I remember an old roommate of mine, from some of the best times of my life (no money- we made a lot of furniture with cynder blocks and milk crates, and thrift store finds, and found 101 creative ways to make pasta. And we had a great time. Anyway- she left for Toronto on a motorcycle and returned about a year later- told me how in Toronto her life consists of a series of boxes. She would wake up in her apartment box- get on the subway car- another box- go to an office job- another box- and reverse the process to go back home again. I feel like that in Vancouver sometimes but with milder weather and nature nearby to get out and look around, I can gain some alternate perspective. I'm sitting outside on a street corner in the evening sun, watching my neifhbourhood abuzz with all shapes and sizes of people.

Hi Kimmion

Very nice imagery. Just today I was hungry and thristy for a walk along Commercial Drive, in East Vancouver. A street in which I learned much by the practice of what I preached at any available opportunity.

 

We are more than many in the land. What we have from our youth dreamed possible is now taking substance and form.

 

We are self determined persons seeking the common good by the discovery and practice of freedom, responsibility, creativity and courage. These manifest as character animated will to the accomplishment of a purpose.

 

We may think of Frodo along his author's chosen way, grateful for the accompanying Sam who shares in the journey and makes possible the pupose.

 

George

 

I often imagine living out the rest of my life just as George's friend Daniel is living out his ...

 

However, like most humans being, we have ties that bind us to where we are at.  My partner Garry and myself are amongst the folk under the death grip of our little box.  We so enjoy our little box and the parcel of land that it sits on ... we could care less if we actually ever own it ... but given the chance... we certainly will remain as stewards of our small corner ...  to the benefit, we believe, of our children, grandchildren and whole extended community.

“One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we’ve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozled has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.” - Carl Sagan

Up until now ... we accepted the monetary system, and deemed it necessary for the proper function of society. Now we know money should never have to come in the way of necessity. Knowledge is our power ... we must free the money addicted charlatans from their golden handcuffs. Our moment of decision is begun! We are now humans racing, away from the priorities and commitments of globalizing power corporations ... towards the common good.  (bear in mind that I use we subjectively)

"The human race does not need to be dependent on these corporations. While we continue to feed this dependency, the planet continues to suffer. In order to move forward, we must start cooperating with each other, and realize just how much potential we have to create" ...

Freedom through the spirit of the Kindom?

We're not bound to the death grip of a mortgage, but we have some debt to pay off- our debt isn't as high as a mortgage and owning a home- we don't own a car so have no lease to pay. It's not high debt but our income is limited and the rent is a lot of money- too much money for the simple box we live in and what we're paid to do the most ethical work we could find to pay the rent. We both opted to get off the illusive ladder to 'success' (we weren't far up the rungs before deciding that it wasn't taking us somewhere we wanted to go) because it was empty, unsatifying, and stressful, and the culture of it just felt inhuman, even inhumane - but the cost of living vs. lack of living wages is such that we scrape by. It's not how we dream it to be- yet! I'd love to quit the ratrace altogether and move into an artists/ writers/ musicians coop- just a free spirited place- if there is such a thing anymore- just because- see where it takes us- and do odd jobs here and there for some income and volunteer where I can be most useful. The pressure to conform to the norm is too high everywhere!

On bamboozeling ...

 

Is that like chaos of the other kind ... right out of Mythical Egypt? Careful you might run into some gypsies on a pilgrimage to the rear of the BUSS ... just to watch how the passing as' is screw up (Mevilles wake, or the edifying stir after the cat according to Joyce-Schroodinger) on de (w)hole thing ... (the upgraded omega is indicative of god's deficeit) an expression about how god Lost it and to Hoo'm!

 

Bet it was a bleu I'D demon that thought in Utilitarian Terms (cross sharing without Ire). Thus the complex creation was worked through with the aid of Matthew ... that cosmological accountant who was a bit off too! He liked to run with de Lamb ... that's like Levite in Hebrew ... or not so heavy a Bo'que (ß'OX?) a primitate water buffalo in Ur Land, some call the Dream-Time from Down-Under ... in-sight-ville? Sometimes just an abstract as indication of what's yet incomplete ... god as judge is still out-of-it ... but your not supposed to say that according to code ... or what to some in the po'lyre understood bit of LOGOS ... for good reason ... the irrational didn't wish to know!

 

Many still would prefer to be isle iterate although if they don't learn the answer to the Prodigal Quest. They may have to ego or reflect more off the Canan. This Canan or Bull is very deep in all dimensions ... like a darker energy, power than mortal wished to know ... thus the shocking solution is undercover ... and it has two sides ... providing for the binary code sometimes known as bin Eire ... which is stuffed in de Nus and if you didn't know some Classic Greek you'dah missed the containe ambiguity ... a type of Satyr!

 

Oh life ... tis a delightful learning process to see who stored what in an abstract place in lieu of arriving here with a bit more than an intuitional mind ... something the physically powerful with grip wouldn't wish to hear about! When you're stuck in an infinite dimension ... what else is there to do but role around heaven all day ... half the time in Dei'Zeas ... thus the flower Child Syndrome of the blossoming idiom ... LOGOS can grow on yah ... innundating the emotions ... leaving them deep in demyth, whats demyth? That's what out-there bis ... the unknown as something yah ain't got a grip on yet ... some people go with the belief they do ... which is facetious as Janus ... that two-faced Roman Icon without a medium to think for Ayre ... a Juðe in err? Isn't jute a saac cloth as durable fabric for wrapping a brain to protect the contained Ephraim ... a broad-based soma? Soma? That's a cell i which to loch up your thoughts ... so you wouldn't have to know such things like sympathe and empathy and the related autonomous functions ...

 

In Classic Times (timaeus) they knew such things ... they called IT Classic Death ... or "wisdom" that'd be the end of the old EU ... gave people RIFFs while wile'n away ... you have to mellow the young wines in a good containment ... usually Lamb's kin ... whereas it is dark in'Eire!

 

You know the meaning of "E" when riled, or in IRe? Some sects assists ... allows the heart to ponder the divine separation ... in another tradition that's ABBA'd ... mother's just Dan Sin ... Mama Mia did you see her fly? Thus the Zea PUR was introduced all a'wash in kohl ante ... just watch the rant diminish into a depression, recess, or deep repose ...

 

From inside people this is awful ... from outside sources ... the word is SEX is the damndest odd thing to be found contained in a Bo'Que of CODE (co-Deis,as duality?). Is that scary for the one-way population (monotheism)?

Shipping container homes gone wrong:

http://m.vice.com/read/i-spent-the-night-in-brightons-homeless-shipping-...

To put it all in perspective GEORGE from two if not more directions:

• Is the greatestest obfuscation just the culturing of the obtuse or occult and ignorance of what is contained there under Æropagitica (John Miltons opposition?) supposedly laid down by the mother of demos in Western Europe ... the home of the Griffii ... one smoking monster ready to erupt arround the world because of laws made to benefit the rich and powerful! For example; who retains preferrential care for rifling a $100K+ from John Public. Is this Utilitarian Democracy or pure Republican brutality under the Pall of Nero ... that's a cover ... perhaps a blanket case!

Some may call this a cloudy vision on my part. But with all the lies hanging about from our upright role models ... can the po'phoqah (pop-hawk; Jack, pop-up) feel safe telling a truth about what's going on? What happens to whistle blowers? Are they heros or notorious ...

 

One must tell a story to the "self" which is helpful when people don't have foundational knowledge about how big the self is as a small grain dropped out of an alien place in the Caus Moes ... informs people about varients in spelling and phonetics over time that made truth ... something that god's people did not wish to know or be known. Some knowledge of deeply tiered metaphors are required in the mythical realm as far out ... humis, hummis, ŒMinus humour? This matches up with the omipotent, omniscient and omiscience ... one of those being a powerful cognizance of things unseen ... does the bible speak of unseens that we should concern ourselves with?

 

There appear to be exceptions. The question is whether the exception is corrupt or this whole world is corrupt and why unthinking people are set here to keep the entire existence (and other) on a role'n boil ... some say a babbling stream like the storm god of Babylon. Its cycle is intriguing like Amos 9:6 ... curios things call to me GEO ... perhaps why I'm here! Creation needed someone to question what d'eLLe was going on underfoot ... some disturbance or Jared sensation to the dirt Ba'aL in space! Man it appears .. was not placed here for peace ... but perhaps that statement is analogous too ...

 

Trust nothing without whacking it off the sideboards ... if only to see it it will open up ... The Time Has Come The Wahl Roues Said ... to speak of many things ... much of it yet obscure to mortals who believe they know everything ... are experts a pain in the r's? (that's the hermeneutic Don Khe ...) why the tale goes in pinning ... pyning?

Is ominous like a thinking man in Rome?

 

Do you know what Roman theology did to intelligent mortals?

 

Do some research into the Apian Wa' ve subjecting thoughts ... so they won't be distributed to the detriment of the rich and powerful ... once known as Judi in Rome ... or just Roman Judeans. Just to test the twisted humour of this place we live in ... while the excess passion wears off ... in hopes that we learn something this cycle around. Possible but not probable ... like the wayward wind? That can be ruagh ... or rough love (t'uff, t'eph) when outside the medium ... it needs something to moderate it ... like a good broad-based philosophy to loose yourself in as Sophi-psyche pair?

 

You don't find too many balanced ones today ... the business of screwing about with the subliminal has really messed up clear thinking. One might as well push the whole damn thing off the edge and like that 70's author indicated ... give it a nudge and see it it can fly!  It has to have some Levite values though ... just to upset the heavies in inversion theory ... once expressed as "X" the archetypical unknown ... can you get more typically unknown that the unmentionable to atheists .. hard shells from the other's IDe ... the sense of polity goes on ... and no respect for eM in the medium!

Is Complexity Theory (chaos) too far out fro simple folk that are arresting here in de mire?

 

Thats' the gritty nature of life on Earth folks ... free but without reverence and respect I fear ... will lead to ends ... and thus E Ben Eazer was crewed with small spirits of black and white ... today we call eM Pixels ... one time they were pixies ... small people that worked on the presses ... sometimes called gnomons ... shadowy characters with all t' inque'n and such ... as ink'n, blink'n and node one night ... slipped off as a smear orsA'moor ... and the mark was left to the grace of gammas haggadai ... she knew the wee one's learned that the stories about bad sects were all a lyres output as a whine designed for possession ... 9/10's of the law ... why there are outlanders ... some still ponder the lies of possession as encountered by those possessed with controlling all things ... even souls! Why the latter is dark --- Joseph Conrad on the heart of the cussed thing ... as shunned in Kirk!

everything can be learned from

 

one's monkey anxiety is a sign of one's monkey anxiety, not of detecting some inner, hidden falseness...

 

universe is constantly conspiring to shower people with blessings

 

 

the big change already happened.  you were there. and yes, even you.

 

welcome to the new world

things occur

 

Interesting interview. Seems like a nice guy- not a dark sinister figure of the inner workings of the "machine". As he says (me paraphrasing), most people stumbled into the tech world, and some of the problems we're now faced with, innocently enough, without ever imagining where some of it could lead. They had good intentions. Some worked out, some didn't. But ultimately people still steer it to wherever it's going to go. That's true of all science and innovation, I think. The result hasn't always been good. I'm still skeptical of the dehuminization that could happen as a result of everything becoming automated/ computerized. We don't just need human ideas- we need real people working with their hands, a hard days' labour. If at all possible, not just sitting on the couch inputting data and clicking stuff (like I'm doing now). There's something dignified and honourable and very human about people being closer to what we produce- tangiably- not generations removed from the results, by machines.

Sort of like saying there is something very human buried in a tome (book, tomb) as a talent (lost) that must be awakened.

 

Those who don't like the rise of thoughts and wisdom possibly have great difficulty with passages thro' wisdom ... like Ecclesiastes 1:18 where it is said wisdom makes a'man sad and leads to exceptional comments like Proverbs 18:1. It is enough to encourage someone to sing a sad song with a lyre! Dowh IDe'n humis?

 

Now does greed for happiness lead one to Proverbs 1:18 and similar Nos repeat as iterants of repeated metaphors ... and still no one understands? In one myth this was called the upior or sort of like a ring around your neck ... overstressed "desire" or what some call avarice ... in another tongue this would be eve'rye-"c" ... the dark naked light of what isn't yet! Can you just imagine the future of greed as it grows?

 

Does this come back at yah like the dumb/domb of Skye to have fallen into such a grave state ... heavenly fallout? Such is the future of Eire Hed (rare case?) as self consuming compared to the yiddish mensch ... an odd servant that serves you well as something that amounts to nothing in a dimension of desire alone ... and this can just eat you up ... like a snake caught in a warped "Q" ... that's a line ... without non-substantial conception ... a double negative that works if you ponder the depths of Imaginary/Complex Nos! What you can abstract from the "self" is outstanding ... some say extricate!

 

An upright good feeling in Field Theory that may be pastoral chaos ... with Magdali in eire just for the stir!

 

Without adi-quate exchange (intercourse) with other thinking persona ... would you be able to make anything out of it? Pull yourself together is the expression ... like many Michaels roe'n a bote ... some synchronicity is required ... regarding strange icons ... Semites! Not to be hated just because they compromise an intermediate in the pathè towards wisdom ... that's how intellect goes ... getting around the hard spots ...

 

Is there a god of wisdom that is hidden among the pool of gods of naïveté, those that worship Luçe 'n IÐs? What's a IÐ? Perhaps something we could share with unknowingly like talking to self so no one else knows? Since generally the paradigm doesn't wish to know ... why thoughts are left at the door as fallout or you cover eM up when going into the temple, house of love ... whatever! It is a poorly understood rite ... even if not good in the longer pathe ... and here we go again ... in an iteration of time, a cyclic thing as in Light with waves!

 

And all this because people didn't wish to know. Should we support this? Then why the concept of: "teach my children"? It is found in an old tome of god's ... and this itself appears some sort of weird conspiracy to act against persona of pure emotion ... kinda making you think ... some strange power eh-bi? perhaps why some emotional critters like to believe thought, wisdom and intelligfence is a dark power ... abstract in-hue! Is that scary ...

Did you know that "obfuscation" is like a'pal line, the Romans said a pall in general thought as they hated thinking men ... and wished a cover up ... and the blanket case came into being ...

 

The Hebrew referred to this as yom kippur ... when you got right into it ... a woven booth or basket case of a person purely in love ...

 

If you have no L'uv  in direct possession ... how would the isolated case amuse themselves ...

 

Why in the case of dulaity there is some give and take of equine nature and thus the coming and going ... as geist of oily winds ... Greecian formula! whats an "ula"? Just another strange LOGOS ... but it does hang in the dark if you keep your mouth shut ...

Wjhat does one find in a cluster of LOGOS? Just about everything if you dig deeply ... is that subtle or what about infinite things that mortal powers would sooner not know? They'd rather make war or passion ... something bloody awful as fair if everbody is conceived by doing ID! What's ID, interspatial affairs ... just is!

 

Not well liked by those fixated on rigidity and non-motive things ... thus the MO for slipping on unseen ... and that old myth was never heard again in the Classic Form ... it was redacted! Somebody claimed the iterant an aboriginal ... and thus isle-iteration and the scattering of LOGOS ... the seed of intelligence that is said tobe "out there!"

One must conspire to not know ... as in Roman (brutis) religion a thinker is a dangerous person ... thus supported by dialogue in Genesis 2 about the tree of life and knowledge ... that were isolated from the mind of mankind as a singular thing in the cosmos that stirs outside thoughts as inner dimensions of wiles and desires ... but don't tell ... or people will believe you to be thinking and you'll be thunk on that incident in rye space ... where the Gods send intelligence to be milled over ... perhaps mulled as a whine ... and then warm and whetted as Moor ... a Celtic metaphor that may appear as a crazy personification of things manifested as the spirits of loving thought ... insubstantial things that aren't?

 

So IT wasn't tobe here ...