Monday, September 22, 2008
Play Pen Religion
There are things in the world we experience. There are states-of-things in the world we experience.
As conscious beings, we create structures of consciousness by which we perceive, understand, communicate, and store the states-of-things in the world. These structures of consciousness are themselves objects of our consciousness.
Hence, they are perceived, understood, communicated, and stored, becoming thereby states-of-affairs which may be experienced by us in the future. Now we have a consciousness structure of many levels and vast complexity. Within this structure, there are lacuna, hiatuses, and empty blanks. These are areas of ignorance.
Conscious entities, by definition, cannot have gaps in consciousness.
All such gaps must be filled in. [If there is a gap in consciousness, we have a fugue-like state, a coma, a failure of memory. A gap is a symptom of a problem.] If we choose to remedy ignorance, we actively set out to learn. Once the learning process is finished - we no longer actively wish to augment our knowledge, we are satisfied- we have reached a point where we consider our desire for knowledge to be satiated.
At this point, there are no gaps.
The gaps have been filled in by experience of things or derived structures of consciousness: something an authority has told us, something our parents said, something our teachers taught, etc. There are no gaps. If there is a gap, consciousness will fill it in with anything that comes to hand. Mankind will desire knowledge. Once it no longer desires knowledge, any remaining gaps will be filled in by myth, story, scenario, humming, activities, pictures....you name it.
This is how we see our gods: we do a certain amount of work, reach a point where we are satisfied, then fill in all the gaps and blanks with derivative knowledge of various provenances. The path to God never ends. If you are satisfied with your knowledge of the Divine, you are living in a play pen, theologically speaking. (If this resembles the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, I demure at any comparison. My actual favorite Philosopher is Katerina Wittgenstein.)
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We Are Spending Our Kids Inheritance
with the picture on it, along with the inscription:
I am not sure whether we shall add an optional smiley face.
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The New Leviathan
Of Course
The Beginning Of History
Saturday, September 20, 2008
The Nights Of Long Knives
Even though I have been predicting gloom and doom for years, I draw no pleasure in it. Quite the contrary, the events of the last week have put me out of sorts.
I refused to listen to radio of TV news for 2 days.
Secondly, there is a 50/50 chance things will work out as the government anticipates; maybe a better chance than that.
Thirdly, the net result for us, assuming that it works out, will be the Death of a Thousand Cuts during nights of long knives.
The very possibly substantial inflationary effects will impoverish us. We shall cry to the government for assistance and health care, but they will deny us. The flight of jobs will very possibly quicken, leaving the USA a broken hulk.
The service we rendered in saving the rich on Wall Street will go unrewarded. The rich will have learned their lessons, and next time be more careful in their destruction of the democracy of the great unwashed middle class. They will try to kill us slowly, with the thousand cuts. Our parents will be transformed into Wal-Mart zombie greeters, while our children will work the shelves, trying to get an hour off to see their doctors at the industrial clinic.
If you see Phil Gramm resurrected, know that the End is near.
ps: do not for a minute think I'm kidding!
A Note On Hubris
Captain Bringdown Speaks!
Check your answers at : http://bigpicture.typepad.com/comments/2008/09/industrials-big.html#more
Trinity Term In Uqbar
The Eights Week race is an open timed race, first across the finish line wins.
The Hilary Week race in Spring is a bumps race. In a bumps race, the boats line up single-file, take off at the start, and attempt to "bump" each other from the behind. This type of shenanigans explains a good deal of the pollution in the older part of Uqbar harbor.
May Day Parade In Red (White And Blue) Square
When the good old Soyuz, the USSR, fell from the breakfast table and smashed into a hundred pieces or so, the bureaucrats at the Kremlin looked aghast at the grisly faux pas. People in the West did a jig or a kerry dance, and more or less said things like "We're Number 1!", and put on and wagged large styrofoam hands with the index finger extended to underscore the status of being numero uno.
I loosed a sigh of relief, for I had always remembered how frightened I had been by the civil defense sirens mournfully piping in the end of the world in the old Conelrad advertisements on TV.
However, being a quasi-Hegelian, I wondered now whence comes the bullet aimed at the USA? When one member of the polarity disappears, what happens to the remaining pole?
I mean, we had defined ourselves, realistically and mythically, by our opposition to the USSR. If there is no USSR, what happens to the identity of the USA? Well, I recalled the theory that two enemies, during a long altercation, tend to become more and more alike to each other.
September 20, 2008, dawns and we see the Union of Soviet States of America: the USSA !
The financial system is now socialized. And it is not Harry Truman that we wanted to compare George Bush to, saying that Truman, too, was very unpopular, but history has vindicated him; it was Truman's counterpart in the UK, Clement Atlee that we need to parallel to Bush. Atlee headed up the post-war Labour government.Socialist, ya know. I guess I'm willing to give it a try. What the heck. I am off to dig out the music for the Internationale. See ya next May Day......not in Red Square...... but in RED, WHITE, AND BLUE SQUARE !
Friday, September 19, 2008
Secure Holdings & Investments: Toxic, Ltd.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
We Have Not...
We have not ruled.
We have had our common inheritance as free Americans stolen from us by Theft disguised as Economy, Stagnation and Poverty disguised as Freedom.
We have let the worst among us rule, men and women who share a uniform culture of promiscuous and casual corruption. The past is being destroyed by the inept monsters that rule today; we hall rule tomorrow.
We have not loved until today; love formed in the obsessive and mindlessly selfish and hurtful myths of the past is no love at all.
We have not had companionship until today.
We have condemned entire races and orated against entire religions when other peoples dared to be different from us.
We propagate a myth of economics and politics and religion which, in its shameful core, is as intolerant and as warlike and as hate-filled as the most fundamentalist creed extant upon the face of the earth.
We have not eaten until today. The bread of discord and the wines of violence they have given us for our daily slave rations, the cigarettes and alcohols which destroy, the malformed food and drinks which rot our bodies, have all rendered us unfit temples.
We have not seen until today. We have lived our entire lives in the Mythic embrace of the stories of World War I and World II, embracing the sagas and eddas of past, living the lives spun as historical Homeric epics which enriched and liberated their creators, but enslaved and entombed their successors...who needed to create their own histories of Troy, not huddle about the cramped midden fires of the present, warming themselves at the glory of the past.
We have not seen God until today. God has been encapsulated within crabbed and tortured philosophies which sought, like the alchemistic idolators of old, to snare the divine presence within the bell jars of desire, the divine spark muted and entoxined with formaldehyde of lust and power.
We shall not endure this infamous regime any longer! Neither the men, neither the women, neither their ideas!
Dedicated to Francis Fukuyama, who famously said that History had ended- it was all USA now, and no other peoples nor states mattered.
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A Sandwich In Mourning...
Thursday, January 20, 2005
See The Trickle-Down Gentlemen Wilting, Dear
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Insane, Insane, Insane, John McCain
God Never Defaults
Levine once asked me if God talked to me. He had read one of my posts, and he said it sounded as if I thought I had a cozy relationship with His Nibs. So I laughed. But I also said that God does not talk. God inspires. One either is in touch with the inspiration, and thus -in a sense- on the same wave length, or one is not.
Words and logic, expectations and ambitions, hungers and passions are all physical-symbolic structures ( some are "mythic" in my sense ) which interfere with the intuition of inspiration.
The Experience Of the Divine is a basic and essential human function, such as language and music. It is not reducible to some other human experience. God is not joy nor suffering, not words, not singing, not dreaming... We may talk about basketball, but that does not make the experience of basketball somehow reducible to talking and language. Similarly, the Divine is not reducible to words and logic, or songs, or smiles, or frowns, or anything else.
I have seen and heard that our concept or acquaintance of God came from our experience of awe or fear or wonder at (pick one): the world, the universe, the starry night...etc. Pure hogwash. The emotion of awe is what it is. It is not God.
God is one and alone. Our experience of God is a primitive function of humanity which is not reducible to any other human function: it stands alone.
When one is inspired, one does not fall into a dreamy reverie; that is a comatose or fugue state. One does not smile obsessively and gush platitudes; that is enthusiasm. One does not speak in tongues; that is narcotic-like orgy of the language areas of the brain.
If one is inspired, one is attune to all that is, although one need not be aware of all that is; Good heavens, that is an LSD phenomenon. I do not fault LSD visions, nor do I recommend them. They are not God. Timothy Leary to the contrary. They are just exactly what they are.
Every time we experience something new and forceful, bingo: it's God, sure enough!
No it isn't. If you ever read Killing the Buddha, you know the story is that a young monk in training ran across the Lord Buddha walking down the road. He ran back to his teacher with this incredible story. The teacher handed him a sword, saying "Kill the Buddha." The point of this being that if you happen to come across the Lord Buddha walking down the road, it is NOT the Lord Buddha.
Or if you think Jesus Christ plops down next to you in Church, you may safely bet it is not the Lord Jesus.
God is not that which you conceive. God is not that which you cannot conceive. Rather God stands outside of any conceptual system: beyond any thesis and antithesis; God stands outside any non-conceptual system. If you think God to be a wonderful, bearded, old softy who loves children, He sends a hurricane. If you think God is a nasty old bugger, He sends you a mitzvah. Go figure.
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A Line In The Financial Sand
A Plugged Nickel
Security Holdings & Investments: Toxic, LLC
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
What's Wrong With America 1
Manhattan Projects I Have Known
My Urban Dictionary
The Social Theory Of Hockey Moms
Wall Street Blues
Monday, September 15, 2008
Jeb Bush Gets His Licks
Wall Street & Immigration
Intelligent Designer Or Intelligent Engineer
Wall Street Lays An Egg
Above The Radar
Views From Houston
The city of Jasper on Saturday morning. In the center top one may see the golden arches braving the tempest.
Our Lives In The Bush Of Ghosts 11
Wake up and smell the roses of another Monday morning in the Bush of ghosts!
(Lest anyone forget, I predicted that there was a 50-50 chance things would get so bad that Bush would resign.)
A Nation Of Whiners
Memorials
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Tommy Chang Comes Out
Revolution Anyone?
The Department Of Whoppers
The Island Of Doctor Carbo
Prince Charles Bares All !
http://www.i-sis.org.uk/PrinceCharlesSpeaks.php
Prince Charles Speaks for the People and for Many Scientists Too
Dr. Mae-Wan Ho
Prince Charles embarrassed the government and the scientific establishment with his Reith lecture broadcast on BBC Radio 4 (17 May 2000). In his wide ranging talk, which drew on the work of theologians, philosophers, scientists and economists, he said much that surely expressed the views of the majority in this country. Is it possible that the prince is more in touch with the common people than our elected Government? The idea that there is a sacred trust under which human beings accept stewardship for the earth is common to most spiritual traditions, including those that do not acknowledge a Creator. The Prince urged us to recapture this sense of the sacred, in which we accept that there are bounds of balance, order and harmony in the natural world and that development is progress only if it is sustainable. He singled out gene biotechnology (genetic modification) for attack as an unacceptable transgression of Nature's limits, treating our entire world as a “laboratory of life” with potentially disastrous consequences.
Not the usual thing we Americans are used to from the royals, eh?
(It is about this time that any conscientious blogger would make a pitch for you to read some tedious dribble about whatever it is that interests the blogger and not you. I do not think I have ever said you should read such and such, nor go to see this and that. I would say I am not doing much of anything if I actually have to command you to read something you found interesting in these pages.)
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Issues Shmissues
Thomas Chang, Life Insurance
McCain Economics 101
Political And Ethical Decisions
Thursday, September 11, 2008
No More Memorials
Socialism?
Lipstick?
Kadima, Likud, et al.
The right-wing Israelis have annexed Palestinian territory, according to B'Tselem, an Israeli human rights organization.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7609905.stm The right-wing of the USA and Israel are preparing for a final war at Megiddo, leading to the future of constant wars for the rich and perpetual enslavement for the poor. They cannot help themselves. We shall fight them. Unfortunately, we shall have no choice, as is always the case:
Kirk: I take it the odds are against us in a situation this grim. Picard: You could say that. Kirk: You know, if Spock were here, he'd say that I was an irrational, illogical human being by taking on a mission like that. Sounds like fun! Only, it does not sound like fun.Internet Explorer 8
Sci-Fi Phil Gramm
Epicalypse
Tracker Brothers Trucking Company
How, I hear you say, does the actor Topol escape from the memorious stew you serve in your Dreamcatcher-like storage unit of past events? (this is the sentence wherein the Borgesian hint of the title of this post is hidden.) I regret to say that Chaim Topol does not escape unscathed, for I own a pair of Teva sandals. By the normal course of events, these Tevas became Tevyes, Tevye being the character Topol portrayed in Fiddler on the Roof. Since Sholem Aleichem's original story was "Tevye der Milchiger", or" Tevye the Milkman", they also answer to the name Milkman Shoes or Milchigerschuhen, as in "Where the deuce did I put my milkman shoes?" or "Wo sind die milchigerschuhen?" My wife actually understands this sort of dialect I speak. So much for Wittgenstein's musings on whether or not there may exist a private language. The answer is yes! ...and no. depends...
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Goodbye, Cargo Cult.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
The Republican Party
Toronto The Good
Friday, September 05, 2008
Thoughts On The RNC
Thursday, September 04, 2008
My Trip To The RNC: 3
Quebec Cuisine In World Affairs
My " TRIP" To The Republican National Convention: 2
pix: agence eureka
The 100 Years Experiment
American Investment: The Fifth Horseman
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
My Trip To The Republican National Convention:1
We finally came in via the old aquaduct into Eau Claire, Wisconsin.
This was the end of the line, and we had to find other transport.
pix: agence eureka
Where In The World Is AnnaMR...
...and her sisters? I stopped by the blog the other day, but the windows were closed and no one was at home. Window needs paint. Usually someone points a gun my way when I come skulking around like this. Odd.


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