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Sexe : Male
Statut : Célibataire
Age : 99
Zodiaque: Lion

Ville : FORT LAUDERDALE
Région : Florida
Pays: US
Date d’inscription :: 3/01/2006

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lundi, juillet 31, 2006 

'Language permits its users to pay attention to things, persons and events, even when the things and persons are not present and the events are not taking place. Language gives definition to our memories and, by translating experiences into symbols, converts the immediacy of craving or abhorrence, of hatred or love, into fixed principles of feeling and conduct.
In some way of which we are totally unconscious, the reticular system of the brain selects from a countless host of stimuli those few experiences which are of practical importance to us. From these unconsciously selected experiences we more or less consciously select and abstract a smaller number, which we label with words from our vocabulary and then classify within a system at once metaphysical, scientific and ethical, made up of other words on a higher level of abstraction.
In cases where the selecting and abstracting have been dictated by a system that is not too erroneous as a view of the nature of things, and where the verbal labels have been intelligently chosen and their symbolic nature clearly understood, our behaviour is apt to be realistic and tolerably decent.
But under the influence of badly chosen words, applied, without any understanding of their merely symbolic character, to experiences that have been selected and abstracted in the light of a system of erroneous ideas, we are apt to behave with a fiendishness and an organised stupidity, of which dumb animals (precisely because they are dumb and cannot speak) are blessedly incapable.'
['Education for Freedom' - from Brave New World Revisited]

When we interact with the world, we do so through our senses - yet we very rarely truly interact with the world.

Our immersion in (mostly unconscious) reactive, habitual, erroneous and largely irrelevant thought processes initiated in childhood (and reinforced collectively and reciprocally as a mass, ingrained habit of repetition and trivia at almost every turn) - the incessant and infernal 'internal dialogue' trance-fixes us in illusion, illusion perpetuated by our own internal noise. As awareness of this (largely unnecessary) illusion grows we move increasngly into sensory contact with the ground of natural reality.

Realising that the description, any description of anything, is symbolic and as such never exists or existed as the described; we are indeed fools to engage, manipulate or enter into bondage with such, other than by practical, physical need.

We encounter the real when we cease imaging and blurring 'what is' with unnecessary symbol. Coincidentally we become free of the psycholgical or 'effortful' desire process that arises as a consequence of the images created in the noise.
Conception conditions perception...

Scary stuff:
"a carefully built up erection of statements, which whether true or false can be made to undermine quite rigidly held ideas and to construct new ones that will take their place. It would not be impossible to prove with sufficient repetition and psychological understanding of the people concerned that a square is in fact a circle. What after all are a square and a circle? They are mere words and words can be moulded until they clothe ideas in disguise."  - sounds like the Fox News / Limbaugh crowd

lundi, juillet 31, 2006 
Once upon a time there was a young prince, who believed in all things but three. He did not believe in princesses, he did not believe in islands, he did not believe in God. His father, the King, told him that such things did not exist. As there were no princesses or islands in his father's domaines, and no sign of God, the young prince believed his father.
But then, one day, the prince ran away from his palace. He came to the next land. There, to his astonishment, from every coast he saw islands, and on these islands, strange and troubling creatures whom he dared not name. As he searched for a boat, a man in full evening dress approached along the shore.
"Are those real islands?" asked the young prince.
"Of course they are real islands," said the man in evening dress.
"And those strange and troubling creatures?"
"They are all genuine and authentic princesses."
"Then God must also exist!" cried the prince.
"I am God," replied the man in full evening dress, with a bow.

The young prince returned home as quickly as he could.

"So you are back," said his father.
"I have seen islands, I have seen princesses, I have seen God," said the prince reproachfully.
The king was unmoved.
"Neither real islands, nor real princesses, nor a real God, exist."
"I saw them!"
"Tell me how God was dressed."
"God was in full evening dress."
"Were the sleeves of his coat rolled back?"
The prince remembered that they had been. The king smiled.
"That is the uniform of a magician. You have been deceived."
At this, the prince returned to the next land, and went to the same shore, where he once again came upon the man in full evening dress.
"My father the king has told me who you are," said the young prince indignantly. "You deceived me last time, but not again. Now I know that those are not real islands and real princesses, because you are a magician."
The man on the shore smiled.
"It is you who are deceived, my boy. In your father's kingdom there are many islands and many princesses. But you are under your father's spell, so you cannot see them."

The prince returned home. When he saw his father, he looked him in the eyes.
"Father, is it true that you are not a real king, but only a magician?"
The king smiled, and rolled back his sleeves.
"Yes, my son, I am only a magician."
"Then the man on the shore was God."
"The man on the shore was another magician."
"I must know the real truth, the truth beyond magic."
"There is no truth beyond magic," said the king.
The prince was full of sadness.
He said, "I will kill myself."
The king by magic caused death to appear. Death stood in the door and beckoned to the prince. The prince shuddered. He remembered the beautiful but unreal islands and the unreal but beautiful princesses.
"Very well," he said. "I can bear it."
"You see, my son," said the king, "you too now begin to become a magician." -

Adapted from "The Magus" by John Fowles
mercredi, juin 07, 2006 
Went to providence.  Met many "New Urbanists".  Played kickball with muppets.  Saw where muppets lived.  Muppets live in a Steel Yard.  Muppets like punk music and breaking glass.  Muppets are confused about New Urbanism.  Muppets are Bohemian.  I have pictures of them.  If one wants to see them, ask me for them.