Swirling in the galaxy our planet has small little beings attached. We, as I am one of them, have a slight notion of our whereabouts, as we round in circles around the sun and our own planet. But to us it is as if everything turns around us: the sun gets up and down in the horizon, and everything revolves around us, around me: my clock, my money, my friends, my troubles...
Of course, we are just drops of water in a giant cascade, whose origins is lost in time...
Lately some of these drops on the face of the planet have brought about gigantic changes on the planet: we (life) have done the oxygen revolution, but now we (mankind) are doing the "word revolution".
Like ants used their legs to create fantastic, complex and elaborate, labyrinths beneath the earth, so we, using "words", which are not really sounds, have created airplanes, cars and computers. We have a word for this: culture. Of course our words don't really capture what words are. But that doesn't matter for the almost all of us. In fact, almost all of us are happy with sex, power and food in abundance. Our words, our culture, make us seem intelligent, while, in fact...
Well, I'm part of this...
I look at the sea, it seems a microcosms inside the larger cosmos. I look at my body and I see a microcosms too. I look at the stars and I revel at the idea that my life is almost completely worthless. That gives me a sensation of freedom almost undescribable. If I'm not important I can do whatever I want with my (irrelevant) life. And, so, therefore, it becomes maximally important for me. I can do with it whatever I can and want.
Today I want to know the world: I want to feel the sea and the trees, I want to think about molecules, and galactic molecular clouds, I want my mind to travel from sea and stars to atmosphere, I want to imagine the life of dolphins, I want to imagine the life in the inner core of our galaxy, I want to see details of what the future of life is likely going to be, I want to see how the elections in the US are going, my fellow creatures here with me, sharing everything, sharing words, sharing kisses, sharing handshakes, sharing smiles, sharing pain and deprivation, sharing life and death, sharing words, sharing words, words, words...
We created a Mind, from which we all drink and share, which we all feed and alter...
Here is my today's contribution...
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
swimming ... with love
What is love?
A way to see, a way to be, a way to open our eyes, our hearts, our wounds, our mouths...
A way to be cured, a way to be destroyed (the ego)...
Sometimes I feel I'm swimming in a lake, completely alone...
I don't understand anything...
I swim, but I'm afraid, at the same time I feel enchanted...
What will happen next?
Where am I?
What am I?
Who am I?
The questions give me life, a meaning, a direction. But I don't know where to start, what to look for. I'm not even sure if I can imagine a possible answer to what I'm searching for.
I doubt my mind, perhaps there are things that don't fit there.
I doubt my heart, perhaps there are things that it desires that don't make any sense.
But all these doubting leaves me with no references...
I'm still in the water, still lost... On the cover a body, feeding on the planet, a grain of dust in the galactic bigger grain of dust, swirling in what we can't even see the end.
Is the world infinite?
The numbers are infinite, even between 0 and 1. Even between the smallest interval we can imagine.
But, is it relevant? Numbers could be infinite in a finite physical world. And we could always say that they are not really infinite, we could not ever, ever count an infinite number of numbers. Infinite is just a word, a way to say that we cannot establish a limit.
Is there really an infinite out there? Out is out there?
What is time, why do I feel, am I free...
I'm still swimming, lost, completely lost. Around me plants, animals, people and planets continue on their paths... I'm also somebody running about, doing my things...
But ...inside... how I wonder...
I wonder, and I wonder, and I wonder...
Will I have get there... will I ever know, who I am???
Or will I die, and every part of me will end, and the question mark will always remain unanswered?
?
One thing I know for sure! The Universe is astoundingly BEAUTIFUL, from singers and birds, to painters and galaxies, to dogs and cats and sea-waves and rocks and minerals, and blackholes and timetravel, to books and fiction and stories of love and war, destruction and rebirth, on an apparently infinite time and space for plenty of adventures with anemona, sea horses, plancton and whales... from the sun and all the stars, to the view from one of Jupiter's satellites, and all the giant storms it hides... the world is a beautiful place, on the whole. Just looking at a part might seem very ... different.
That beautifulness gives me hope...
Not a certainty, but hope...
From now on... when someone asks me my name, I may retort whatever is expected...
But I'll know, inside, that everything I know about myself, my true name, my real true name, is just a question mark: I am this:
A way to see, a way to be, a way to open our eyes, our hearts, our wounds, our mouths...
A way to be cured, a way to be destroyed (the ego)...
Sometimes I feel I'm swimming in a lake, completely alone...
I don't understand anything...
I swim, but I'm afraid, at the same time I feel enchanted...
What will happen next?
Where am I?
What am I?
Who am I?
The questions give me life, a meaning, a direction. But I don't know where to start, what to look for. I'm not even sure if I can imagine a possible answer to what I'm searching for.
I doubt my mind, perhaps there are things that don't fit there.
I doubt my heart, perhaps there are things that it desires that don't make any sense.
But all these doubting leaves me with no references...
I'm still in the water, still lost... On the cover a body, feeding on the planet, a grain of dust in the galactic bigger grain of dust, swirling in what we can't even see the end.
Is the world infinite?
The numbers are infinite, even between 0 and 1. Even between the smallest interval we can imagine.
But, is it relevant? Numbers could be infinite in a finite physical world. And we could always say that they are not really infinite, we could not ever, ever count an infinite number of numbers. Infinite is just a word, a way to say that we cannot establish a limit.
Is there really an infinite out there? Out is out there?
What is time, why do I feel, am I free...
I'm still swimming, lost, completely lost. Around me plants, animals, people and planets continue on their paths... I'm also somebody running about, doing my things...
But ...inside... how I wonder...
I wonder, and I wonder, and I wonder...
Will I have get there... will I ever know, who I am???
Or will I die, and every part of me will end, and the question mark will always remain unanswered?
?
One thing I know for sure! The Universe is astoundingly BEAUTIFUL, from singers and birds, to painters and galaxies, to dogs and cats and sea-waves and rocks and minerals, and blackholes and timetravel, to books and fiction and stories of love and war, destruction and rebirth, on an apparently infinite time and space for plenty of adventures with anemona, sea horses, plancton and whales... from the sun and all the stars, to the view from one of Jupiter's satellites, and all the giant storms it hides... the world is a beautiful place, on the whole. Just looking at a part might seem very ... different.
That beautifulness gives me hope...
Not a certainty, but hope...
From now on... when someone asks me my name, I may retort whatever is expected...
But I'll know, inside, that everything I know about myself, my true name, my real true name, is just a question mark: I am this:
?
swimming ... with love
Thursday, May 10, 2012
aim for the stars... and you'll be sure to miss...
aim for the stars... and you'll be sure to miss...
Monday, April 30, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
War, Us eections and the Economy
The disillusion with the "yes we can - change" might give votes to new proponents, outside of the establishment. But the answer of the establishment might be horrible: for instance it might augment the probability of a war with Iran. In fact, new politicians and a leaner state are not the answer to a world where terrorists and wars lie at every corner.
Monday, December 26, 2011
embrace the Whole!!!
We sometimes feel life as something simple, almost obvious, something that doesn't demand any thinking: it's simple here, now, and it is as clear as the sky. Let's drink it, live it, fully, and not think about it.
There is, however, a problem with this approach: it doesn't fit the big picture. It fits some kinds of lives: lives where everything is settled from the start. Where you're told what to want, how to behave, what to do, what to expect. And, of course, in that setting, we're like puppets, we don't why, we just know how.
Of course, getting to know other cultures and other people and other ways of thinking and doing things, shatter this obvious way of looking at the world. And if we look even further, beyond the human citadel, we will see even stranger things. Animals and plants, rocks and starts, whole Galaxies swirling around a black hole. New dimensions, unimaginable scales, unimaginable complexity.
What the world as lost now in simplicity and obviousness it has gained in grandeur, and, at least it seems that way to me, in Great Beauty.
So, what are we, minuscule grains of dust, in this immense universe? And how should we live given our minute importance? In fact, none of us is even supposed to be here, we are, each one, the happening of such an improbable set of circumstances, that the probability of me occurring is very close to zero.
I shouldn't have happen, that doesn't mean I'm a mistake, it just means that, if time went back to before the time of my conception, even just a few minutes, and come forth again, I would certainly not exist. The odds would be close to nothing.
Ant yet we all we've got. I'm all that I have. Once the I is gone, then the world will be kept away from me. Even if I do remain as some kind of disembodied soul, I wouldn't be able to smell the grass, to touch anyone's face, not even my own, to talk, to oppose, to submit, to engage, to propel. I will be closed now, and, even if that magical hypothesis is real, I would be almost completely shut off the world, and the only thing that could bind me to it would be the desire to learn, to observe, without being able to change anything, and the desire to keep somehow close to what I love, even by mere observation.
Of course, many of us would laugh at that prospect, like one laughs at the idea of a Santa Claus. Good for children and to keep the spirits up, but a folly, although a comfortable one, they might say.
Whatever the case may be, what seems certain is that we are here now. We can act, at least it seems so. And that's quite rare. We are a kind of universal agent. We can do lots of things. Not in the sense that we are powerful to do them, but in the sense that we at least can imagine lots of things. Perhaps we should say that we, as a species, are closer to be a universal imaginator than any other living creature that we know of.
But in any case, what can or should we do with our lives? Look at the stars, kiss the dogs, make love all day and night, read a lot, make art, watch football on tv? What shall we do then to enjoy, to make the most out of our lives?
well of course, everyone seems to have a different answer to that question. Some people would be miserable to what makes others live in Paradise. And is there something common to everybody?
Well, one thing we have all in common is this: we are all part of reality, we are some of its immense possibilities. We are parts of reality playing with other parts of reality. All a big family, or, perhaps even better, all parts of the same thing.
So I'd say
Embrace the whole
embrace the whole
embrace the Whole
embrace the WHOLE...
embrace it, as far as you can, as deeply as you can, for as long as you can,
and your life will be full, the fullest it can ever be...
Of course, I'm expecting you want to be full,
don't take this in any sexual way...
you might be offended
but, if you're not, take it anyway you want.
There is, however, a problem with this approach: it doesn't fit the big picture. It fits some kinds of lives: lives where everything is settled from the start. Where you're told what to want, how to behave, what to do, what to expect. And, of course, in that setting, we're like puppets, we don't why, we just know how.
Of course, getting to know other cultures and other people and other ways of thinking and doing things, shatter this obvious way of looking at the world. And if we look even further, beyond the human citadel, we will see even stranger things. Animals and plants, rocks and starts, whole Galaxies swirling around a black hole. New dimensions, unimaginable scales, unimaginable complexity.
What the world as lost now in simplicity and obviousness it has gained in grandeur, and, at least it seems that way to me, in Great Beauty.
So, what are we, minuscule grains of dust, in this immense universe? And how should we live given our minute importance? In fact, none of us is even supposed to be here, we are, each one, the happening of such an improbable set of circumstances, that the probability of me occurring is very close to zero.
I shouldn't have happen, that doesn't mean I'm a mistake, it just means that, if time went back to before the time of my conception, even just a few minutes, and come forth again, I would certainly not exist. The odds would be close to nothing.
Ant yet we all we've got. I'm all that I have. Once the I is gone, then the world will be kept away from me. Even if I do remain as some kind of disembodied soul, I wouldn't be able to smell the grass, to touch anyone's face, not even my own, to talk, to oppose, to submit, to engage, to propel. I will be closed now, and, even if that magical hypothesis is real, I would be almost completely shut off the world, and the only thing that could bind me to it would be the desire to learn, to observe, without being able to change anything, and the desire to keep somehow close to what I love, even by mere observation.
Of course, many of us would laugh at that prospect, like one laughs at the idea of a Santa Claus. Good for children and to keep the spirits up, but a folly, although a comfortable one, they might say.
Whatever the case may be, what seems certain is that we are here now. We can act, at least it seems so. And that's quite rare. We are a kind of universal agent. We can do lots of things. Not in the sense that we are powerful to do them, but in the sense that we at least can imagine lots of things. Perhaps we should say that we, as a species, are closer to be a universal imaginator than any other living creature that we know of.
But in any case, what can or should we do with our lives? Look at the stars, kiss the dogs, make love all day and night, read a lot, make art, watch football on tv? What shall we do then to enjoy, to make the most out of our lives?
well of course, everyone seems to have a different answer to that question. Some people would be miserable to what makes others live in Paradise. And is there something common to everybody?
Well, one thing we have all in common is this: we are all part of reality, we are some of its immense possibilities. We are parts of reality playing with other parts of reality. All a big family, or, perhaps even better, all parts of the same thing.
So I'd say
Embrace the whole
embrace the whole
embrace the Whole
embrace the WHOLE...
embrace it, as far as you can, as deeply as you can, for as long as you can,
and your life will be full, the fullest it can ever be...
Of course, I'm expecting you want to be full,
don't take this in any sexual way...
you might be offended
but, if you're not, take it anyway you want.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Anders Behring Breivik
The guy who killed several people in Norway and who two court-psychiatrists considered crazy doesn't seem crazy at all: he has a huge 2083 manifesto and also this quote:
“Before we can do anything, there must be a we.”
And this we is made from a tight-knit group of persons, for instance they would prefer to live in the 1950's Europe, where there was no promiscuity and weird ideas about homosexuality and love, where women wouldn't get to keep their children in case of divorce, in order to keep them from wanting a divorce! A culture idolizing power and ruled by powerful males, unencumbered by matriarchal influences. Later on (p. 1176) a revealing passage exposes the "myth" about love:
"The myth about marriages based on love must be deconstructed
The illusion about love in a relationship between a man and a woman is the sum of
irrational feelings based on desire. When love fades, and it always does, there is little to
hold the relationship together. The mass media has been allowed to condition people to
believe in a myth that does not exist. A marriage must be forged as an institution for the
raising of children. Marriage must be based on a specific agreement between a man and
a woman who creates an advanced pact which must have a minimum validity of at least
20 years. This pact must be forged upon the mutual interest to achieve a goal based on
cooperation, on friendship, proper communication and on mutual respect - not on love.
The irrational emotions known as desire are often mistaken as love. Irrational desire
must never be the fundament of marriage, however love may eventually come, and it is
something that is built over time.
The problem in our society is that the people are deliberately misguided by the media,
who for various reasons have built a myth and several misconceptions about love. A large
proportion of people who get married are set to fail due to these misconceptions. And it
is not necessarily their fault as they have been misguided by the media and society in
general who are building and continue to maintain false illusions.
The media should not be allowed to continue to misguide people by propagating lies as it
ruins a massive amount of relationships and marriages. The truth about love must
become the new concept and norm:
Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It's not about
how much love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end! As for
marriages, a man has to realise that marriage is not an institution for unlimited sex, but
an institution for raising children. This must be taught to people from childhood so they
make fewer mistakes later. Too many people spend their whole life and all their resources
to look for a white rabbit that does not exist. Telling people the truth is the only right
thing to do as it will not only benefit the individual, but society as well."
I am sure that this works well for many people let them have it! But why should I, who don't agree with this, be forced to accept this particular interpretation of what life is for and how it should be lived? Now, any culture who wants to force its ideals on others must be ready for the fight-back. And if these guys are willing to kill anyone who doesn't agree with them, why shouldn't they receive what they are willing to give so generously?
These guys criticize Islam for forcing their culture through violence, but that is precisely what they're doing, they are forcing their ideas on everyone else!
This does not mean that everything they say is wrong. There are many things there that should be discussed and thought about by the public at large. But that should happen in the public arena, presenting facts, arguments and realistic alternatives together with an analysis of their pros and cons. We need a scientific man, not a tribal woosh-woosh branding their arms and weapons.
But whoever is willing to hit and to make violence his main compelling instrument (instead of reason) must be prepared to be hit back. And we should hit this guy really, really bad. He should die at least as badly as the people who died at his hands. Justice as we have it doesn't apply to these kinds of guys. We need to get Medieval on his... (Pulp Fiction quote).
No more "mr. nice guy" with guys that are not nice...
(How can these guys fail to devise the most obvious thing of all: that they are exactly like the people they are criticizing and fighting against, it's only superficial things that change, like the name, rituals and words, the authoritarian base is exactly the same, terrorism, proposed state organization, rule of the stronger, etc, included.)
“Before we can do anything, there must be a we.”
And this we is made from a tight-knit group of persons, for instance they would prefer to live in the 1950's Europe, where there was no promiscuity and weird ideas about homosexuality and love, where women wouldn't get to keep their children in case of divorce, in order to keep them from wanting a divorce! A culture idolizing power and ruled by powerful males, unencumbered by matriarchal influences. Later on (p. 1176) a revealing passage exposes the "myth" about love:
"The myth about marriages based on love must be deconstructed
The illusion about love in a relationship between a man and a woman is the sum of
irrational feelings based on desire. When love fades, and it always does, there is little to
hold the relationship together. The mass media has been allowed to condition people to
believe in a myth that does not exist. A marriage must be forged as an institution for the
raising of children. Marriage must be based on a specific agreement between a man and
a woman who creates an advanced pact which must have a minimum validity of at least
20 years. This pact must be forged upon the mutual interest to achieve a goal based on
cooperation, on friendship, proper communication and on mutual respect - not on love.
The irrational emotions known as desire are often mistaken as love. Irrational desire
must never be the fundament of marriage, however love may eventually come, and it is
something that is built over time.
The problem in our society is that the people are deliberately misguided by the media,
who for various reasons have built a myth and several misconceptions about love. A large
proportion of people who get married are set to fail due to these misconceptions. And it
is not necessarily their fault as they have been misguided by the media and society in
general who are building and continue to maintain false illusions.
The media should not be allowed to continue to misguide people by propagating lies as it
ruins a massive amount of relationships and marriages. The truth about love must
become the new concept and norm:
Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It's not about
how much love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end! As for
marriages, a man has to realise that marriage is not an institution for unlimited sex, but
an institution for raising children. This must be taught to people from childhood so they
make fewer mistakes later. Too many people spend their whole life and all their resources
to look for a white rabbit that does not exist. Telling people the truth is the only right
thing to do as it will not only benefit the individual, but society as well."
I am sure that this works well for many people let them have it! But why should I, who don't agree with this, be forced to accept this particular interpretation of what life is for and how it should be lived? Now, any culture who wants to force its ideals on others must be ready for the fight-back. And if these guys are willing to kill anyone who doesn't agree with them, why shouldn't they receive what they are willing to give so generously?
These guys criticize Islam for forcing their culture through violence, but that is precisely what they're doing, they are forcing their ideas on everyone else!
This does not mean that everything they say is wrong. There are many things there that should be discussed and thought about by the public at large. But that should happen in the public arena, presenting facts, arguments and realistic alternatives together with an analysis of their pros and cons. We need a scientific man, not a tribal woosh-woosh branding their arms and weapons.
But whoever is willing to hit and to make violence his main compelling instrument (instead of reason) must be prepared to be hit back. And we should hit this guy really, really bad. He should die at least as badly as the people who died at his hands. Justice as we have it doesn't apply to these kinds of guys. We need to get Medieval on his... (Pulp Fiction quote).
No more "mr. nice guy" with guys that are not nice...
(How can these guys fail to devise the most obvious thing of all: that they are exactly like the people they are criticizing and fighting against, it's only superficial things that change, like the name, rituals and words, the authoritarian base is exactly the same, terrorism, proposed state organization, rule of the stronger, etc, included.)
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