the power of their own clique and defensiveness... We Might Have Been Friends Who told you who I was? Who cast the shadow of their own bitterness across the vision of your honest eyes? Who was it that suggested hurting me with your disdain was the proper thing to put me in my place? Who was it, made you feel so small that to feel big at all and safe you must diminish me? Does concensus of like-persuaded views convert delusion into truth? Does being wrong together make the wrong a right? How do... Sign in to see full entry.
All the words, all the images and books and models and paradigms, all the discussions and experiments and efforts-- they are all beside the point, though they seem to be necessary to our finding and realizing what we are looking for! Here and now, for a while, we need them-- but like the philosopher tossing away the cup, there comes a moment when we recognize how little we need them, to hold the truth in our hands! Science is finally making it easier for us skeptics and seekers who are not... Sign in to see full entry.
LONG ISLAND SUMMERS I’d go back for just a moment, perhaps as long as one day and a night, enough, I think, to relish what I loved about Long Island summers: Scents of ragweed, seared grasses, almost-too-sweet roses in the heavy summer air… Glittering waters, hot, hot sand and tiny shells hiding in the drying seaweed margin of the tide… Early mornings sun rising like a rose, soft-lit hazy cool ’til nearly 10… And thunderstorms some afternoons that bruise the air and break the back of humid... Sign in to see full entry.
I have to choose one of the two poems just below here to enter into a contest. I have until the end of the week to decide... Which, do you think? Sign in to see full entry.
CALIFORNIA SUMMER Summer heat-- sweet relief in darkened hall beneath the fan, the rumbling wind, the storm that blew the cool all through the house… I’d catch a chill and die, they claimed. Disbelieving, driven out to play, I’d wait another chance… Summer feet-- freed from socks and keds not always sufficently aware of bees among the clovers growing green in golden lawn… Dancing barefoot over dark macadam streets all afternoon but in the dusk relishing warm sidewalks before I had to go to bed... Sign in to see full entry.
LONG ISLAND SUMMERS I’d go back for just a moment, perhaps as long as one day and a night, enough, I think, to relish what I loved about Long Island summers: Scents of ragweed, seared grasses, almost too-sweet roses in the heavy summer air… Glittering waters, hot, hot sand and tiny shells hiding in the drying seaweed margin of the tide… Early mornings sun rising like a rose, soft-lit hazy cool ’til nearly 10… And thunderstorms some afternoons that bruise the air and break the back of humid... Sign in to see full entry.
Psuedo-science: the science of theory supported by 'could-be' evidence, that usually, truly, scientifically, simply isn't. It's that thing about explanation over understanding, again. We are wondrous forward in our imagining, and the desire to believe is sometimes stronger than the need to know. I, personally, prefer to believe in the magic of David Copperfield, than to know how the tricks are done: I enjoy his work with an uncritical eye, enthralled by how well he fools me. He convinces the... Sign in to see full entry.
"When Diogenes the Cynic philosopher saw a country boy scooping up water in his hand in order to driink, he threw away the cup he was carrying in his bag and said, 'Now I can be this much lighter,' " ( quoted by Marvin Meyer in THE GNOSTIC BIBLE) Sign in to see full entry.
and what is hidden from you will be disclosed. Gospel of Thomas I just got my hands on a copy of The Gnostic Bible, a collection of sacred and philosophical texts from a great variety of cultural sources, including Pagan, Zoroastrian, Jewish, Christian and Islamic, and some from specific belief systems labeled heresies by the Christianity we recognize today as traditional, who gained the right to pass judgement by virtue of having won the war between the multitude of early Christian sects. (It... Sign in to see full entry.
It's all in where the observer stands, and the filters through which the observer perceives. Balance and lack of balance are perceptions in a Universe where balance is established whether we perceive it or not; things seeming to be out of balance is a matter of looking too narrowly at a situation. What's the meaning of Good and Evil in a world without humanity? T Rex and supernovas are neither good nor evil, but we, believing, make it so. A friend of mine had a vision once, of walking in a... Sign in to see full entry.