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Age: 49
Sign: Sagittarius

City: Scotts Valley
State: California
Country: US
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Saturday, June 06, 2009 

Current mood:  fabulous
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Martin Buber’s I and Thou (Ich und Du, 1923) presents a philosophy of personal dialogue, in that it describes how personal dialogue can define the nature of reality. Buber’s major theme is that human existence may be defined by the way in which we engage in dialogue with each other, with the world, and with God.
According to Buber, human beings may adopt two attitudes toward the world: I-Thou or I-It. I-Thou is a relation of subject-to-subject, while I-It is a relation of subject-to-object. In the I-Thou relationship, human beings are aware of each oher as having a unity of being. In the I-Thou relationship, human beings do not perceive each other as consisting of specific, isolated qualities, but engage in a dialogue involving each other's whole being. In the I-It relationship, on the other hand, human beings perceive each other as consisting of specific, isolated qualities, and view themselves as part of a world which consists of things. I-Thou is a relationship of mutuality and reciprocity, while I-It is a relationship of separateness and detachment.
Buber explains that human beings may try to convert the subject-to-subject relation to a subject-to-object relation, or vice versa. However, the being of a subject is a unity which cannot be analyzed as an object. When a subject is analyzed as an object, the subject is no longer a subject, but becomes an object. When a subject is analyzed as an object, the subject is no longer a Thou, but becomes an It. The being which is analyzed as an object is the It in an I-It relation.
The subject-to-subject relation affirms each subject as having a unity of being. When a subject chooses, or is chosen by, the I-Thou relation, this act involves the subject’s whole being. Thus, the I-Thou relation is an act of choosing, or being chosen, to become the subject of a subject-to-subject relation. The subject becomes a subject through the I-Thou relation, and the act of choosing this relation affirms the subject’s whole being.
Buber says that the I-Thou relation is a direct interpersonal relation which is not mediated by any intervening system of ideas. No objects of thought intervene between I and Thou.1 I-Thou is a direct relation of subject-to-subject, which is not mediated by any other relation. Thus, I-Thou is not a means to some object or goal, but is an ultimate relation involving the whole being of each subject.
Love, as a relation between I and Thou, is a subject-to-subject relation. Buber claims that love is not a relation of subject-to-object. In the I-Thou relation, subjects do not perceive each other as objects, but perceive each other’s unity of being. Love is an I-Thou relation in which subjects share this unity of being. Love is also a relation in which I and Thou share a sense of caring, respect, commitment, and responsibility.......
Sunday, January 25, 2009 

Current mood:  satisfied
Category: Life

Time is the measure of universal repeativeness.
All phenomena of nature are repeative.
All repetition is sequential.
Time is the interval between the sequences
of events.
Were there no events, time would not be.
If nothing "happened" in the universe, there
would be no intervals.
Intervals of time are illusions which give
birth to other illusions known as relations.
Without intervals of time, relations would
not be.
Without relations, dimensions would not be.
All dimensions are relative.
Time is a dimension.
Time is therefore relative.
Time dimension marks the periodicities of
all phenomena of motion.
Time belongs essentially to motion, and is
not an attribute of substance.
In inertia time, like all other dimensions,
does not exist.
In opposition, time appears to exist.
In opposition, there are apparent intervals
which create that illusion of motion which we
call speed.
Speed is the" time consumed in relation to
the distance covered.
In the highest perceptible octave, the speed
of reproduction of the accumulated universal
constant is 186,330 miles per second.
This speed of 186,330 miles is the speed with
which energy overcomes inertia and sets it in
motion in the highest octave of the lowest
potential of matter perceptible on this planet.
This is the speed of reproduction of all pres'
sures in the fourth octave only. Higher octaves
have increasingly greater speeds.
As energy accumulates the universal con'
stant into multiples, the intervals of production
and reproduction are lengthened in universal
ratio to correspond with those multiples.
Each succeeding octave has its own time
limit for reproducing the image of concept...

From "THE UNIVERSAL ONE" By Walter Russell

Thursday, April 10, 2008 

Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
J32.50; E179|        Then those in Great Eternity who contemplate on Death
J32.51; E179|        Said thus. What seems to Be: Is: To those to whom
J32.52; E179|        It seems to Be, & is productive of the most dreadful
J32.53; E179|        Consequences to those to whom it seems to Be: even of
J32.54; E179|        Torments, Despair, Eternal Death; but the Divine Mercy
J32.55; E179|        Steps beyond and Redeems Man in the Body of Jesus Amen 
Tuesday, December 18, 2007 

Current mood:  satisfied
Category: Music

Van Halen is back! Saw them last night in San Jose. They look and sound better than ever. Before the tour started at the press conference, Eddie said, "we are all playing the best we ever have"...paraphrasing.. I AGREE! As a huge David Lee fan I was so impressed with this show it will go down in my history as the greatest show since i saw him with Steve Vai on his first return after his Van Halen departure. His ad-lib was perfect for variety and when it came time for signature parts of the songs he f...ing NAILED it! I love Sammy but David is THE MAN! Meanstreet was so awesome I think i shed a few tears but I definitely was shedding happy tears!

Wolfgang was no punk and nary a mistake was made and I didn't miss M.A. a bit.

Alex was all smiles and when he played his solo he wanted the crowd to clap but as I tried i lost the beat. He seemed to take over my clapping and I lost the beat as I think everyone there did mezmerized from the sound.

Eddie was wonderful and you could tell he was having fun, they all looked like they were having a blast. No wonder they added more shows! I did notice something weird on one solo but the rest was absolutely nailed! I mean nailed or better than the recorded versions.

Bless you Van Halen and "I SAY ROCK ON!!!

Friday, October 12, 2007 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

A PSALM OF LIFE

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Monday, October 01, 2007 

Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry
So through the eyes love attains the heart:
For the eyes are scouts of the heart,
And the eyes go reconnoitering
For what it would please the heart to possess.
And when they are in full accord
And firm, all three, in the one resolve,
At that time, perfect love is born
From what the eyes have made welcome to the heart.
For as all true lovers
Know, love is perfect kindness,
Which is born - there is no doubt - from the heart and the eyes.
..>..>

                      -Guiraut DE Borneilh {ca. 1138 - 1220}
Friday, April 13, 2007 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Religion and Philosophy

"Developement cannot be measured from the point of view of the lower mind, and there is no evidence to show that it proceeds appreciably on this physical plane. It is God the Highest who looks down; not we who look up, who can judge upon the growth of the human soul. Eternal verities cannot be put in terms of space and time, for those illusions must be illiminated from the mind ere it can discern the celestial significance of the sublime teaching of the sacred scriptures of the world."

Maurice Nicoll

Ref: The Mark

Saturday, March 10, 2007 

Current mood:  good
Category: Religion and Philosophy
We always think and act as though we knew the truth. This is lying. When

I know that I do not know something, and at the same time say that I

know, or act as though I knew it, it is lying. For instance, we know

nothing about ourselves, and we really know that we know nothing, yet

we never recognize or admit the fact; we never confess it even to ourselves,

we act and think and speak as though we knew who we are. This

 is the origin, the beginning of lying.

When we understand this and follow this line, and when we try to

connect this idea with everything we think, everything we say, everything

we do, we will begin to remove the obstacles which lie on the way to

consciousness. But the psychology of lying is much more difficult than

we think, because there are many different kinds of lying and many very

subtle forms hard to discover in ourselves. In others we see them comparatively

easily, but not in ourselves.

Q. If we do not know what truth is, how do we know when we lie?

A. You know that you cannot know the truth, and if you say you do

know, or can know it, it would be a lie, because no one can know the

truth in the state in which we are. Do not think philosophically, take it in

relation to facts. People speak about everything as though they knew. If

you ask a man whether there are people on the moon, he will have an

opinion about it. And so with everything else. We have opinions about

everything, and all these opinions are lying, particularly about ourselves.

We do not know about states of consciousness, or the different

functions, or the speed of functions, or their relation to one another.

We do not know about how functions are divided. We know nothing, yet

we think we know about ourselves. All we have is opinions, and they

are all lies.

Q. If all opinions are lies, should we avoid opinions?

A. You must know their value. The first lie we tell ourselves is when we

say 'I'. It is a lie because in saying 'I' we presume certain things: we

presume a certain unity and a certain power. And if I say 'I' today and

say 'I' tomorrow, it is supposed to be the same 'I', when in reality there

is no connection between them. We are in this present state because of

certain obstacles or certain facts in ourselves, and the most important fact

that we do not understand is that we have no right to say 'I', for it will

be a lie. When you begin to observe yourself you will see that it is really

so: there are 'I's in you which do not know one another and never come

into contact. For instance, begin to study your likes and dislikes and you

will see that you can like one thing one moment and like another thing

another moment, and the two are so opposed to one another that you will

realize at once that those 'I's never meet. If you observe your decisions

you will see that one 'I', decides and another has to carry out the decision,

and this one is either unwilling to do it or never heard about it. If you

find one thing one does not lie to oneself about you will be very exceptional.

Being surrounded by these lies, born and educated in these lies, we

cannot be any different from what we are; we are just the result, the

product of this lying.

P.D. OUSPENSKY

Tuesday, December 26, 2006 

Category: Writing and Poetry

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
Sunday, December 17, 2006 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Amusement Park

 

The caliope of nature

Is prancing up and down,

And the rider of her steed

Is as foolish as a clown.

 

For she pumps and pushes onward

In a never ending pace.

And the ride, my friend, is endless

For the transient human race.

 

Life on earth is like a circle

On a painted merry-go-around.

You are riding it so firmly

With it's constant up and down.

 

The brass ring is the Truth

That you must desire to reach.

Hold to that aspiration

And the Spirit then will teach.

 

You'll overcome that whirligig

With it's rising and it fall,

And be a part no longer

But the essence of it all.

 

Vivian Heeschen (1920-1992)