Thursday, August 27, 2015

Physics Question

As an object accelerates toward the speed of light to what degree is the decrease in the size of the object inversely proportional to the increase in the mass of the object?

Friday, August 21, 2015

Last In, First Out


Talking to Crows

My friend, Sam, told me he had a Native American friend who talks to crows.  I thought this was a good idea, so I started doing it myself.  I think the crows enjoy it.  I also wrote a poem about it, and I wanted to say I got the idea from Native Americans.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

A Question Concerning Consciousness

If intelligence increases does awareness necessarily increase with it? Is the increase proportional?

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Poetry Educates Perception

Poetry educates perception. The reading of poetry enriches both the deepest visual and auditory sense, which might be described as an overlapping of the senses. The writing of poetry, when criticism is used and skill is invoked as a means of expressing the visions of the world and the auditory ramblings of the wind, among other things, enhances first the ability to discern a text. When I was a Christian I would often read the verse in the Gospels which said, "If your eye is evil your whole body will be full of darkness" as "If your eye is evil your whole soul will be full of darkness." But at the age of 31 I noticed what I was doing wrong. I noticed that I was misreading based on an assumption that the text said something it didn't.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Form and Substance

Form is not separate from substance, but the two are distinct, and the distinction is not merely in the mind.

Unthinking Concentration

Unthinking concentration is attention that no longer has any one object in mind.  It is like looking through water while submerged and absorbing everything into sight without considering any one object, but effortlessly considering (though with no agitation) the whole or perceiving the clarity of the water itself without focusing on any one object.  But this isn't a blank stare, because a blank stare is simply a loss of focus after focusing on one object.  I think this is what the Japanese mean by no-mind.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

The Wicker Basket

A person is like a wicker basket that a potter lined with clay.  The potter puts the wicker basket lined with clay in the fire to harden the clay and the wicker burns away.  But the bowl retains the shape of the basket.


Thank you for fasting.


Better to find the heart of suffering than to avoid it.

Friday, August 14, 2015

A New Medical Occupation

I propose having a medical specialist who specializes in giving referrals.  This person would have medical training but would not be a doctor.  This would free up doctors to do more important things, it would create a new occupation, and it would make it easier and quicker to get a referral, not to mention cheaper for the consumer.

The Beautiful

We love the beautiful because it is good. Its goodness is enriched by our love.

Eternity Today

If we live slowly we notice the eternity in today. If we live too quickly we do not hear eternity as we pass it.

Hamlet's Father

The Ghost of Hamlet's father sets the entire play into motion.  And he keeps Hamlet from harassing his mother.  The ghost only speaks twice.  Yet we know the ghost must "fast in fires."  He suffers more than any other character.  Imagine a huge verdant planet with twenty moons.  This is Hamlet, but that planet revolves around a star we never see.  No one mentions Kronos, but without him there would be no Zeus.  We need a Kronos in contemporary theatre.  But, of course, Hamlet's father is the opposite of Kronos.

Thursday, August 13, 2015


No matter how much you change you can only become yourself.


We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all people are created equal, endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, among them being life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  I will add, among them, the pursuit of truth.  Because everything is made of the essence, because the essence interacts with consciousness to produce our soul, because justice is the cornerstone of human evolution, we are all equal under that law.  No one is inherently greater or less than anyone else.  All babies are born with equal souls, and no one will be given special privileges under the law.  This is the only system that works.  In order for the human race to have enough genetic diversity there must be a great variety of minds.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Dependent Arising

When this arises, that arises.  When this becomes, that becomes.  When the heart moves, the eyes water.  When the mind is aroused, the body responds. The crying of the eyes is full of the moving of the heart. The arousal of the body is full of the excitement of the mind.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Reason as Unreal Motive

Today when reason is discussed it is almost always assumed that the speaker is referring to either logical inference or scientific deduction (or logical deduction or scientific inference).  This is, of course, often limited by what we are bound to believe.  In many cases, to prove is no more to convince than to convince is to prove.  If you don’t believe this, try to change someone’s mind about something he holds dear.  But I am sure the reader is wiser than that.  Surely that’s so.  If there is no truth, there is no proof.  I can only use reason if I can argue for or against something.  As W. B. Yeats said, “We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.”
In this sense reason is a way of determining what is real or unreal, but what is true or false may not suffer us.  And it must be pointed out that the unreal can be true while the real can be false.  Dreams are unreal in an aesthetic sense but real in an emotional sense, but they are always palpable.  Often in my dreams I find a tiny dime that is dated 10,000 years in the future.  That is unreal, but it is a true portrayal of my inner state of striving.  My poetry is the little dime.  I’m always trying to see what it is worth.  The quest to see what it is worth is greater than the quest to spend it and there is no plan on selling it.
Today the common appreciation of poetry and mythology suffers.  It always has.  We lag behind ourselves in what we know by limiting ourselves to what we can know.  Are the statements that make up a poem true or false?  I write my story / so deep in myself / no one can hear it / in my voice.  Writing a good poem means writing not what I want to write, but what I cannot expect.  There seems to be a lack of appreciation for what is unreal and what the unreal means in real terms.  This goes so far in our way of thinking that the lessons unreality exacts from us are no longer understood, so that our minds can no longer evaluate our lives in unreal, carnal terms.  Only the trite-carnal sells.  Disgust has become commodity, repugnance cliché.  The unreal constitutes a voice that is always drowning within us.  But it cannot die.  All one can do is separate his daylight hours from his dreaming hours, marking himself as the target of his own dreaming protests. 
Reality and unreality are meaningful in the same sense and by the same standard.  They appeal to the same person in the same mind, which is memory.  I seek refuge in the past because it is where I always am.  I know I can find myself there.  This is where reality and unreality come from.  Always, the past is present as the context of every fixed desire which sits in judgment of our actions.

Often I feel that a dream is the subconscious mind's way of saying, "This is what it's like for me!"  Sometimes the subconscious is so delighted the conscious mind marvels, after waking, at how it is able to achieve such superb heights, how it unravels the world in a way in which cogency is shape, color and feeling.  Likewise, the gasping for air reveals itself as a piece of history which we feel should disable our waking lives, if only we were more in touch with whatever is upsetting us. 
But reason is more than deduction and inference.  If I want to eat something then I have a reason for eating it.  In this case reason is motive.  Having a reason to carry on is, after all, much more important than having a correct perception of reality.  My reason for living is who I am.  This cannot be divorced from my sense of real and unreal.  What I need from reality I acquire from unreality in the form of an aspiration that must be unattainable to be valuable.
The unattainable aspiration is the proverbial carrot dangled in front of the ass I’m riding that draws him along the path either to the precipice of a mountain or to the marketplace.  The ass cannot be allowed to reach the carrot, but must maintain the delusion that it can reach it.  This requires some skill on behalf of the rider.  But ultimately I am both the rider and the ass.  Tempting myself is easy for me even if I know I am doing it.  This is all ambition is.  It requires a sleight of hand and an ease of self-deception.  The reason for continuing this way is now the primary reason for existence.  How on earth can this be reason?
If I am true to what moves me I can be carried on for my entire life.  My reason for living can manifest its own searching mind that I am both conscious and unconscious of.  I have the obligation to know but not the right to believe, or something along those lines.  Other people I pass seem to gather what I am about but not what I am after.  There is a goal ahead, but that goal is ill-informed by the goal of attaining the carrot.  I balance the ultimate goal with the carrot goal.  I do the math.  Reason is nowhere to be found.
All the while something in me is crying out at less than a whisper.  I hear this voice in friends and enemies, in kindness and rudeness.  I must continue.  I must unlearn the habits that slow me. I must remember my manners among the locals.  I must decipher the reasons for manners, otherwise I have no hope of ever learning them.   

One hopes his beliefs are true.  He certainly lives as if they are.  By hoping he makes a place for himself among the ruined party favors of the world, where each person enacts a fantasy to own his own place and find his place preoccupied with whatever he needs.  A life which is not visible or audible cannot be examined.  It cannot even be exhumed.  It must be resurrected.  A voice which is not heard cannot be followed. 

The Three Most Apparent Forms of Awareness

I can demonstrate and define the three most apparent forms of awareness in nature with this paper.

  1. What is commonly called intelligence is conscious functional awareness.  This type of awareness manifests itself as the ability to use tools, the ability to solve problems, and the ability to produce things.  
  2. Unconscious functional awareness: This type of awareness informs functional awareness via the subconscious.  A thought may occur or a feeling may slowly arise.  Another manifestation may be the ability to perform a function without thinking.  A slug may use this form of awareness to avoid a salty patch.  
  3. Conscious non-functional awareness: This may take the form of a dream or fantasy, which has no direct practical function, but may provide information which is useful for other extended means or may be cathartic.

This is a very brief summary of the three most apparent types of awareness.  It is noteworthy that Darwin claimed that the thoughts of chimps differed from human thoughts only in degree and not in type.  I think it is probable that there is at least one exception to this.  I do not believe chimps can grasp logical necessity on even the most basic level.  If i said: All fish are animals.  All animals breathe oxygen.  Therefore all fish breathe oxygen.  —I do not think chimps would be able to grasp the logical necessity of this very simple syllogism, which may mean they cannot grasp logical necessity at all.  This is, of course, an unproven assertion.  But if chimps could not grasp logical necessity that would be a difference in the kind of thinking rather than just a matter of degree.  I also doubt that chimps have ever asked whether God exists.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

It is the largest empires, the largest conglomerates, which have done the most damage.  Armenia and Portugal do the least damage.  God only knows how bad it would be if we had a one-world government.


Take the wheels off an oxcart and it may not be an oxcart any longer.  But if you chop my arms off I will still be myself.

Metamodernism, part 2

Metamodernism is fiercely personal and therefore fiercely public. It takes away as much as it gives, but what it gives is not what it takes away. It isn't about the siege. It is the siege. It becomes tender because it has to be confrontational. We both grew up in an age that gave us no choice between savagery and peace. The only choice lay in severity and flavor of purpose--Pearl Jam or Nirvana. For me the choice was a no brainer. But the flavor of a singer's disquiet was what I could never express outside myself, so I subsumed the world that everyone might get it.

Thursday, August 6, 2015


There is a whole class of heroines in this country's history who outshine the heroes: Those women who were raped by men who said they owned them, who carried the baby for nine months with the utmost care and caution, who gave birth, who raised the child with all the love in their hearts, who worked to provide for their families, and who had to watch as their child was beaten by a man who would not acknowledge his own progeny.  I can't think of greater love than this.  I can only imagine the self-sacrifice that gives everything for a child in a world that punishes you for loving and allows no reward for kindness except the gratitude of a young man who stands in awe of your joy.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015


As long as I commit no immoral acts with my belief I can believe whatever I want.  Philosophy should never overstep its bounds by saying that I am obligated to believe or think anything which has no moral consequences.  If my belief or even my actions are amoral, no one has reasonable grounds for telling me I should abstain from believing or even doing what I want.

Monday, August 3, 2015


At their best, the ancient sages told us what was good, true, beautiful, wholesome, righteous, remarkable. They showed us what was false. At their worst they told us how to live.

Something is infinitely better than nothing.

We can't go back, but maybe we can start over.