RHC is arrogant. Shows no originality. Depends heavily on the advice given to her by her election team. She is stale. Not so intelligent, smart and shrewd as she thinks she is. The US is not ready for her.

She rode high in popularity simply because she calls herself a Clinton. Her judgement to make recent remarks against Obama shows her typical womanly quality of jealousy and meanness, and lacks intelligence.

Obama is 180 degrees opposite. Fresh, original, forthcoming, friendly, likable, knowledgeable, but unfortunately not so spontaneous at the spur of the moment. His research team and speech writers need to work harder.

Obama will make a better President than Hillary.

"Obama will make a better President than Hillary."

If you say so :)

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If We Ignore (to Deepak)

If we ignore each other long enough,
If we pretend we never ever fell deeply into our
Mysteries..
Of how we touched across the
Vastness of unity and space, across
This serendipity
Of seasons and reason,
Meanings and gleanings
Of the melody of words we heard
Spilling from our souls,
Devastated broken and bleeding from eyes
Made murky like quicksand
How we weaved love between
Nature and God
Man and Woman.
How this theme broke our hearts
And plundered our spirits,
Lost again, Virgin Islands
Horizons unto Eternity seeking,
You
My Darling, You
Enshrined and held gentle,
Noble and flying
Spirit-winged,
Even as
In this impossible devastation
Of wanting you,
I bury myself,

Holy.

send healing thoughts

A Drunkard

I have never been an individual identity.
Six trillion cells!
I am a living collection
staggering zigzag along.
Sixty trillion cells! All drunk.

-Ko Un
translated from Korean by Kim Young Moo and Brother Anthony.

*****

Another poem by Ko Un

A Moonless Night

No moon up
yet the two hundred miles
between you and me
shine bright all the night long.
That dog that'll die tomorrow
doesn't know it's going to die.
It's barking fiercely.

An Unopened bud(to Deepak)

An unopened bud I fell from the stars
you caught me my Beloved
and held me in the palm of your hands,
you watched me with Love
as I began to open

I am a strange and beautiful
unearthly flower
I am the shape of prismal light

(blue stars
explode
into Black holed
yellow suns
silver moons
divide
the colours of rainbows
the songs of the ages
the music of the spheres
and the whispers of
both saints and sinners)

thank you my Lover
for carefully hiding me until
I was ready to
fly away
this magnificent
butterfly
wet and shining
I carry your Breath

This is my gift to you
for I so Love You
and call You
My Darling

Dance With Me
I have become
Fire-Light

Lovesong by Ted Hughes

He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

What Is The Truth

From:
"What Is The Truth" by Ted Hughes


One Day God's Son Looked down at the Earth and said to his Father: "I would like to go down and visit mankind."

And God said: "Why would you want to do that?"

And God's Son answered: "It might be interesting, I'm curious, I might learn something."

"Stay here," said God. "Curiosity is dangerous. Be satisfied with Heaven."

But God's Son still went on gazing at the earth. He didn't quite know why, but something about mankind fascinated him. It puzzled him, and disturbed him, but it fascinated him.

"I really would like to visit mankind," He said, "It looks quite exciting. Besides, travel broadens the mind."

God put his arm around his Son's shoulders.

"Take my advice," said God. "Stay here. Mankind cannot teach you anything Mankind thinks it knows everything. It knows everything but the Truth,"

God's Son frowned. What did his Father mean? How could mankind be so clever, and yet so ignorant at the same time? How could it know everything, and yet not know the Truth?

God watched his Son's baffled face. And He decided the time had come for a memorable lesson.

So God took his Son's hand and led him down to earth. It was night, about two o'clock in the morning, when their feet touched the top of a grassy hill, and God's Son felt his feet wet with the dew. Man was asleep. God's Son stood with with wide eyes, and all around him he saw the valleys in mist, and the sleeping farms, under the full moon. And away below he could see the spire and roofs of a village, in a hollow, the the moonlit mist.

"We will speak to the people" said God. "We will ask them a few simple questions Then you shall hear. In their sleep, they will say what they truly know. That is another odd thing about mankind. When they are awake, they are deepest asleep. When they are asleep, they are widest awake, Strange creatures!"

And God said; "To begin with, let us ask the Farmer a question." And God called to the Farmer.



More of the story, if you like on other days.

:)

Two poems of Marie Howe
(her brother died of AIDS)

The Last Time

The last time we had dinner together in a restraurant
with white table clothes, he leaned forward

and took my two hands in his and said,
I'm going to die soon. I want you to know that.

And I said, I think I do know.
And he said, what surprises me is that you don't.

And I said, I do. And he said, What?
And I said, Know that you're going to die.

And he said, No, I mean know that you are.

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The Promise

In the dream I had when he came back not sick
but whole, and wearing his winter coat,

he looked at me as though he couldn't speak, as if
there were a law against it, a membrane he
couldn't break

His silence was what he could not
not do, like our breathing in this world,
like our living.

As we do, in time.
And I told him: I'm reading all this
Buddhist stuff,

and listen, we don't die when we die. Death is
an event,
a threshold we pass through. We go on and on

and into light forever.
And he looked down, and then back up at me.
It was the look we'd pass

across the table when Dad was drunk again
and dangerous,
the level look that wants to tell you something,

in a crowded room, something important,
and can't

THE INVENTION OF HEAVEN

The mind becomes a field of snow
but then the snow melts and dandelions
blink on and you can walk through them,
your trousers plastered with dew.
They're all waiting for you but first
here's a booth where you can win

a peacock feather for bursting a balloon,
a man in huge stripes shouting about
a boy who is half swan, the biggest
pig in the world. Then you will pass
tractors pulling other tractors,
trees snagged with bright wrappers

and then you will come to a river
and then you will wash your face.

~Dean Young

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If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Dear ~Kate,

I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers today.

Luv, Keith~

I decide what matters and whatnot, Sherry.

And you do, you surely do. I see. Me2

Dear Kate,

sending........ :)

Love, blessings, from the heart phone,

Mieke

goodwednesdayeveryone,

well, well,....lookie see Iran's nukes are a stink bomb made frightenly monstrous by the BUSH/CHENEY Story Tellers Association of America.

REally, I was stuck in an automotive repair waiting room and was able to watch some of the Presidents news conference. I had to keep picking my chin up off the floor where it kept falling if I wasn't holding it up.

I do not know what troubled me more the fact that the President actually said on TV in front of millions if not billions of people that he only got the news a week ago...or...the fact that this man has got to be the dumbest SOB ever elected to the highest office in this Nation. How he answers questions is beyond embarrassing, his lack of knowledge of subject matter is astoundingly limited, he doesn't even bother to try to pronounce names correctly....he tries to hide his total confusion of his subject matter by his arrogant and smart ass responses..

after the news conference all I could think was that this man is.. simply put....an imbecile.

The United States of America has been lead for the last seven years by this imbecile and WE the American people have let this imbecile invade another Nation, tear it apart, piece by piece while we rallied behind him wavy our millions of little patriotic flags....ever on the ready....to pounce on the "other" great threat this imbecile set his sights on Iran.

I am so deeply disappointed in this Nation at this time. I am disappointed that we continue to allow this man, even though he has proven each day, year after year, his ineptness in leading this Nation to continue. Really, after yesterday's news conference if we the American people where at all an awake and aware people we would have DEMANDED his resignation.

If ever a President deserved to be fired...it is this one...President George W. Bush and his Vice President, Richard Cheney....

have a great day everyone, ruth(the orig)

May those who are born after me
Never travel such roads of love.
- Hitomaro

I think of the days
Before I met her
When I seemed to have
No troubles at all.
- Fujiwara No Atsutada

Tis built by Self, by Self becometh - the Gita

The Self that is self's friend can become self's foe, if self hates Self as not itself. -the Gita

Oh, she cried out, Where is a Zen master when you need one?

Kate

Dear Ruth, I'd be happy to sign your petition.

A Democratic person came by the house to sign up names for Hillary. I said I'm probably going to vote for Barack. She said well everyone in upstate NY is signing the petition to send Hillary to the convention. She's our senator.
My mom replied to me that I was throwing away my vote. Well I'm Taurus. I said I'm not signing.
That's America, isn't it?

To Bonnie, Tilde Kate, Keith and others who expressed interest in my job-hunting dilemmas:

Finally got a job. It's less than the prior six-figure salary I'd commanded; however, it's the best opportunity I've ever been presented with!

I'll be implementing data warehouses for large power companies. My first project is to implement a power outage management system for an unnamed city.

Anyway, the people I'm working for are a blast. I'm so happy I could bust.

So thanks to those who expressed concern and support in the past months.

Blessings!

hithereall,

the sage says "we are not our bodies." What does that really mean?

It means, to me, that we are pure consciousness without form, but one cannot distinquish it's formlessness without having experienced itself through a form....our body, which has a beginning and an end.

I have always disliked getting sick but these days I really hate it, dread winter because I know a cold or sinus infection will probably find it's way to my nose and settle in. The problem is my immune system goes all out in attacking this cold or sinus infection and I am really miserable for about 24 to 36 hours....I feel so bad during that time that I am known to wish I would just die right then and there...I do not mess around, I say just take me now...I cannot take this...my nose and throat are killing me the mucus is making me gag....I want to die. Then...I start to feel a bit better...and...kind of laugh at my dramatics...my death wish...my misery....and then I feel even better...I can drink juice...nice and cold with lots of ice...and I continue to laugh at myself, my dramatics....but I also know that when I was wishing to die....I meant it...no apologies....I hate being sick...I am a big frigging cry baby...I would hate to think what I would be like if I were seriously sick....

so, when formlessness decides to take form it experiences the pleasures and the pains...the pleasures are wonderful, and, well, the pains not so much, but that is the price of form, the price of the body trip...

But even as miserable as I get and feel while being sick I am aware of the formlessness that I am, still, and always...and that formlessness kind of gets a kick out of my antics...oh, there she goes again...with the death wish!

have a great day everyone, ruth(the orig)

Hi Sherry,

You are right this is America...vote for whoever you want!

Personally, I will probably go with Hillary..Barack, imho, is at least four years away from political maturity....he is a young-in, a babe in the woods, a boy in the midst...of matters larger than his experince base...Barack is a man for the future...not the now...imho, but you vote your choice...and

I say do not wait until January 2009....Fire the Man, this poor excuse for a President, NOW, America!

America get your head out of your gas tanks and wake up...and FIRE this President...send him back to Texas..ASAP.

have a great day everyone,...really gotta sign off now....ruth(the orig)

Just found what I was looking for. I was looking for something else though.

"For him whose humility and faith with respect to his guru are unshakeable, it is the same whether he dwell with his guru or not." -Precepts of the Gurus the ten equal things- WY Evans-Wentz Tibetan Yoga and Secret Doctrines

Thank you Keith, for your quiet tolerance of me. My heart seems to be returning to normal since the blood pressur/beta blocker meds the doctor gave me.
Hope all have a nice day. I have to go set up someone's computer this aft.

Hi Sherry

"For him whose humility and faith with respect to his guru are unshakeable, it is the same whether he dwell with his guru or not." -Precepts of the Gurus the ten equal things- WY Evans-Wentz Tibetan Yoga and Secret Doctrines

I would say -- "Guru's teachings" rather the "Guru". Now who can disagree when I say, I have unwavering faith in my guru's teaching which tells me about love, peace and nonduality?

"My heart seems to be returning to normal since the blood pressur/beta blocker meds the doctor gave me. "

Apart from modern medicine, I hope you practice mind-body medicine to improve that "connectedness" and speak to your body with your mind of which spiritual Guru Deepak Chopra talks about.

"I have to go set up someone's computer this aft."

Do you do it for free? or for charge? Is it your profession? Where do you live?

I am having problems with my desktop... I might use your help. Thanks.

dick

Looking For Each Other

I have been looking for you, World Honored One,
since I was a little child.
With my first breath, I heard your call,
and began to look for you, Blessed One.
I've walked so many perilous paths,
confronted so many dangers,
endured despair, fear, hopes, and memories.
I've trekked to the farthest regions, immense and wild,
sailed the vast oceans,
traversed the highest summits, lost among the clouds.
I've lain dead, utterly alone,
on the sands of ancient deserts.
I've held in my heart so many tears of stone.

Blessed One, I've dreamed of drinking dewdrops
that sparkle with the light of far-off galaxies.
I've left footprints on celestial mountains
and screamed from the depths of Avici Hell, exhausted, crazed with despair
because I was so hungry, so thirsty.
For millions of lifetimes,
I've longed to see you,
but didn't know where to look.
Yet, I've always felt your presence with a mysterious certainty.

I know that for thousands of lifetimes,
you and I have been one,
and the distance between us is only a flash of though.
Just yesterday while walking alone,
I saw the old path strewn with Autumn leaves,
and the brilliant moon, hanging over the gate,
suddenly appeared like the image of an old friend.
And all the stars confirmed that you were there!
All night, the rain of compassion continued to fall,
while lightning flashed through my window
and a great storm arose,
as if Earth and Sky were in battle.
Finally in me the rain stopped, the clouds parted.
The moon returned,
shining peacefully, calming Earth and Sky.
Looking into the mirror of the moon, suddenly
I saw myself,
and I saw you smiling, Blessed One.
How strange!

The moon of freedom has returned to me,
everything I thought I had lost.
From that moment on,
and in each moment that followed,
I saw that nothing had gone.
There is nothing that should be restored.
Every flower, every stone, and every leaf recognize me.
Wherever I turn, I see you smiling
the smile of no-birth and no-death.
The smile I received while looking at the mirror of the moon.
I see you sitting there, solid as Mount Meru,
calm as my own breath,
sitting as though no raging fire storm ever occurred,
sitting in complete peace and freedom.
At last I have found you, Blessed One,
and I have found myself.
There I sit.

The deep blue sky,
the snow-capped mountains painted against the horizon,
and the shining red sun sing with joy.
You, Blessed One, are my first love.
The love that is always present, always pure, and freshly new.
And I shall never need a love that will be called “last.”
You are the source of well-being flowing through numberless troubled lives,
the water from you spiritual stream always pure, as it was in the beginning.
You are the source of peace,
solidity, and inner freedom.
You are the Buddha, the Tathagata.
With my one-pointed mind
I vow to nourish your solidity and freedom in myself
so I can offer solidity and freedom to countless others,
now and forever.

- Thich Naht Hahn

I AM by JobobArikan
(A Must See!)

http://jobobarikan.deviantart.com/art/I-AM-71352146

"I AM by JobobArikan"

Superb! Let's thank the chimp. I saw it in the news today, oh, boy! Chimps have photographic memories and beat college students at memory games, so say Japanese scientists. Not surprising if you think, chimps have no worries, not much to think about, don't do drugs, or drink, or stay up late, and are not obsessed with sex. A clear mind goes along way, even with a chimp's brain.

Dear Keith, Mieke and Edmund,
I haven't slept all night, and now I will try for rest.
I feel your care and healing thoughts
(I had to spend all early a.m. at the er).
with love,
~ Kate

Dear Dana,
I am so happy to hear your good news.
Congrats to you!
love,
~ Kate

History

The sleep of ignor-ance

O Stalwart Warrior

Arise and Fight

Slay what haunts thee

In fond shapes

and would betray

Resist the shocks
of infatuation

with the bodily life of others

The shocks of sorrow

Alons enfant de la patrie

La jour de glore est arrive

Marchon, marchon

The Only Dance There Is

Read

Ram Dass

"Coke! It's the real thing!"

See Dana, your lucid dreaming worked :)
Congratulations and good luck!

Mieke

Sorry. I felt like singing. I'm just not that great a lyricist.

"Soul Meets Body"
Death Cab for Cutie
Plans

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there's a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they're far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it's true
That there are rocks left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

And I do believe it's true
That there are rocks left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

youtube.com/watch?v=TaD9DDWcK6Y (acoustic)
youtube.com/watch?v=i0hTJF7xqV0 (music video)

In order to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe. Carl Sagan

The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition. Carl Sagan

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in. Deepak Chopra

Kubaner: thanks for this piece from Alhacen. I appreciate all respectful attempts to clarify our discussions here at IB, and this is an especially valuable one. My attention went particularly to two items here:

1) Thus the duty of the man who investigates the writings of scientists, if learning the truth is his goal, is to MAKE HIMSELF AN ENEMY OF ALL THAT HE READS (*caps mine*), and, applying his mind to the core and margins of its content, ATTACK it from every side.

Does a seeker of truth necessarily need to be an ENEMY and ATTACK what he studies? The Vedic tradition in India offers this take on seeking truth:
http://www.avgsatsang.org/hhpsds/pdf/Sraddha.pdf

2) HE SHOULD ALSO SUSPECT HIMSELF as he performs his critical examination of it,...

I wonder if we do this enough - and that's all of us, even the ones in the 'Reason camp'. If we were to truly, sincerely, entertain the possibility that we have biases that color our view of the truth, I think all our communications would be imbued with deep humility and respect for other views.

Soul Sermon

You'll roast in the fires of hell
You'll make juicy steak steak
For devils and ogles there
and you torment will never end
A soul crying out for help
No one will care
No one will come near yo
On the road to hell
No one one wants to go
It's long and painful
It belongs to those who
died in sin, in disgrace
Waiting for pleasure
Waiting to be punished
but you were a sob
did nothing to help
You entered into old age
And found your mistakes
even then you never asked
for forgiveness, for help
Empty words you made
Your heart was black
It had become rotten
Fruitful territory for
the man down there forgotten
He masticated your soul
You cowardly, complacent slob
Criticising all here including your guru
But never daring to do anything useful
negative energy always
Now you are an old tree
Your time has run out
now don’t complain
The angels above have
had enough of your crap
The demons are ready
to cut you in pieces
your screams will be
music to ears of soulful
Its time for you to cry...
so look into your mind
and find your body
to make now a connection

I made a conscious decision at a very young age to seek the "truth".
I have found over the years that truth is a fleeting thing that only lasts for a moment. That moment when compared to our known universe is barely a whisper.

When I read quotes by Carl Sagan I experience that awe inspired humility of simply observing and being apart of this mysterious universe.

Where there is arrogance there is stale truth.

Where there is humility there is acceptance.

As I read quotes by famous people I am aware of these traits.

Truth is an illusion.

derek

#40, Kubaner says:

"...the seeker after the truth
is not one who studies
the writings of the
ancients and, following his
natural disposition, puts his
trust in them, but rather the
one who suspects his faith
in them and questions
what he gathers from them,
the one who submits to
argument and demonstration,
and not to the sayings
of a human being whose
nature is fraught with
all kinds of imperfection
and deficiency. Thus the
duty of the man who
investigates the writings
of scientists, if learning
the truth is his goal,
is to make himself an
enemy of all that he reads,
and, applying his mind to the
core and margins of its content,
attack it from every side.
He should also suspect himself
as he performs his critical
examination of it, so that
he may avoid falling into
either prejudice or leniency."

Thank you, Kubaner. God bless you
with love, peace, harmony and money!

What's this creation?
Why are we here?
what are we doing and should be doing?
Who will tell us all this?
We do have consciousness in brains or in airs?
why do birds fly?
Why do kangaroos jump?
why do people make love, sing, drink, dance?
why have all material possessions and why not live like animals in caves, on trees, in rivers?
Do animals know what's death, what's god, this and that?
Why do we think like that?
Is that god's curse?
do we eat to many apples out of the garden of evils?
or does the serpent of lust want a place to hibernate in winter?

I have many more questions. Dear readers here, could you help me. These make me crazy. For I think all the world is an illusion. Nothing here. Nothing there. No reality. And the reality of god, what's that?

This is my insight and that is not a thought wrought in some state of mindlessness. I am serious, folks. Help me out. I am not Empyrious
or Empyrious like emperor or Buddha. I am an ordinary guy, like you, but not like any guru. So if any guru here, please tell me of this illusion.

And may you go to heaven for knowing all this that I do not know and are happy with your happiness, your coziness in your mansions, big cars, Buddha bars watching women dancing and drinking hairs of dog - to get rid of your hangovers.

I do not read what I write. So pardon me for mistakes I made.

Dear Wheeler

When we're searching, searching, for meaning or things, we miss what's in front of us, and we end up losing it or throwing it away without meaning to. Yet life can take everything away in one split second, with no help from us.

Be calm. Appreciate what you have now. Find its beauty. Live within your own experience at every moment. I'm sure your life is amazing on many many levels.

Shekhar wrote a blog the other day, about a beggar who had once helped build some of Mumbai's Marine Drive buildings. She had been paid 1 INR a day, and was proud she had been raised to 1.5 INR at one point.

http://www.shekharkapur.com/blog/archives/2007/12/the_builder.htm

I think her story is an amazing thing. Yet think how much enjoyment and amazement she'd experience if she heard your story. And me, too. Imagine you're telling me about your life. Imagine my reactions and appreciation and respect for your mind and accomplishments. Your life matters. It's a work of art. Protect and love yourself. I think we are all meant to do that.

If you can love your life as it is now, you may sit in a mansion one day. Or maybe not. If not, you will have learned to appreciate the zen of life, which is about ignoring loss and gain, taking things as they come, and being joyful to be alive and experiencing in full all the mysteries surrounding us.

love, Heath

"If you can love your life as it is now, you may sit in a mansion one day. Or maybe not. If not, you will have learned to appreciate the zen of life, which is about ignoring loss and gain, taking things as they come, and being joyful to be alive and experiencing in full all the mysteries surrounding us."

Beautifully put Heath.

derek

"For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love." Carl Sagan

"I am often amazed at how much more capability and enthusiasm for science there is among elementary school youngsters than among college students. " Carl Sagan

"Uncertainty is the fertile ground of pure creativity and freedom." Deepak Chopra

"Your life can only be as free as your perception of it." Deepak Chopra

"When you blame and criticize others, you are avoiding some truth about yourself." Deepak Chopra

Everyone has some wisdom to share.
What resonates with me is not truth but connection. Everyones connection is unique. We are all connected through ever changing uniqueness.
Not quite as eloquently said a Carl or Deepak but I hope you all get my drift.

derek

.....eloquently as Carl.......

What if to achieve global peace and harmony we have to let go of both religion and science as ways of answering the age old questions of why we are here, what is the purpose, what is the truth, how did we get here ect.........?
Could we then embrace them for what they are not what they can answer? Then if some answer does comes along it's just gravy.

derek

I was fighting
with thoughts in my head

All I had to do
was exercise my will

It is as nebulus as mind
And just as hard to find

"Tell me why
there's no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather.
Stormy weather."

"When we're searching, searching, for meaning or things, we miss what's in front of us, and we end up losing it or throwing it away without meaning to. Yet life can take everything away in one split second, with no help from us."

-hqquinn in #47
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Dear hqquinn,

Thanks. You seem to be very philosophical, and perhaps we can share our thoughts here. We search our inner souls. We search our outer world. We want to see ourselves where how our inner and outer 'innerness' meet. I go in and out, moment to moment. I search for truth. I seek guidance, help, advice. I come to the IB to learn something here. I like Deepak. But when I read things like:

"It's a metaphor, like an electron or a photon is an indivisible unit of energy, a thought is an indivisible unit of consciousness..."

~ ?

*****

I do not know if people know what they are talking about. I know only a little bit of many things. But I do not understand how an electron or a photons is A UNIT of energy. Do electrons not have a range of energies? And same with photons? So why call them UNITS of energy. Are they not particle who carry different ranges of energy?

And what thought "an indivisible unit of consciousness" mean to you?

Can we not divide thoughts? Are thoughts indivisible? What about brief thoughts and long thoughts, meaningful thoughts and nonsense thoughts? Are these all indivisible units of consciousness? And many many thoughts make consciousness, bricks in a house or notes in the music?

Does this make any sense? Or it is all nonsense?
When I read stuff like this taught by the experts on consciousness, I feel like throwing up. My friend, the other day, hearing stuff like this the TV got so mad, he was just at the verge of hitting the TV with his black boots. Luckily his wife was near and calmed him down.

Noe dear hqquinn, please tell me if I care, how can I calm myself down, reading this kind of stuff who have millions of followers in the world. People teach such stuff are well known writers, on the top of the New York Times book seller list?

Are the millions dumb? I don't think so. Then I think perhaps I am dumb. What do you make of electrons and photons metaphor with THOUGHTS as
INDIVISIBLE UNITS of CONSCIOUSNESS?

Please do write and make comments. You are the one I think I can communicate with here. I see many spammers and trolls here who spoil the pleasure here of intelligent dialogue, and are having their own fun.

Please do not tell it's only a metaphor. Metaphor for what? Metaphor for things that make no sense. Is it then a nonsensical metaphors. Saying one thing alluding to the other? And the both meaningless? What deep thinking is involved here?
Should I listen to such people with knowledge and wisdom who profess to be the masters in the fields of science, medicine, and consciousness? Would you listen to them or debunk them?

Note: I am angry. Please excuse me. I do not want to hurt any body's feelings.

it's only a metaphor. nonsensical metaphors are OK.

why get mad at this stuff? walk away from it.

but, you're here.

what to the millions mean to you? do you want DC's success? is it attention you want, money, power, or if more than one, which ones and how?

it's not him / them, it's you. live for you.

if it doesn't work for you, turn your back on it. I will do the same, now.

Says hqquinn in 60:

"it's only a metaphor. nonsensical metaphors are OK."

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So telling this nonsense is like that nonsense

or

this nonsense is that nonsense is OK?

Then what is the sense? Where is the sense?

How can one walk away seeing innocent people who don't what an electron or a photon is, being lead astray with the THOUGHTS that someone calls
INDIVISIBLE UNITS OF CONSCIOUNESS?

People who do not have conscience perhaps can walk away, not those with conscience.

Please tell me where's your consciousness? Let us be courteous and have a sensible dialogue and do not brush off if you do not agree with someone. It leads to further ignorance.

No body's success or failure is being talked about here. We are seeking truth. Are you a seeker of truth or of some gobbledygook?

Why turn the back when confronted with an iota of truth?

By accepting all nonsense simply because it's coming from some well known man as truth, is all foolishness. George Bush is a well known man. Do you take anything he says at the face value he says? Then why take from anybody else? Is it blind faith?

hqquinn asks in #61

"is it attention you want, money, power, or if more than one, which ones and how?"
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dear Mr/Ms hqquinn,

None of the above.

What I want is to stop the 'bastardization' of science.

You seems perplexed. Turn you back, if you will, if you know no science and are blind to truth. Science makes one think. Religion and faith do not. Everyone is free to use his/her brain, if he/she has some.

Happy holiday shopping and Christmas songs!

how are they led astray, dear one?

methinks you're enjoying a moment of drama.

your telling me how to comment is not courteous, dear one.

your implication that if I walk away from this comment thread I am conscienceless is also not courteous, dear one.

why not turn the back when the bs is brought out in public? what better time to walk away?

if a foolish man /woman is strangling another, I'll intervene. if he's /she's just making noise, I'll leave him / her alone.

don't let your innate / inane arrogance lead you to the assumption that common man / woman is stupid. common man / woman sees way more than you think. but he's / she's compassionate, and keeps his / her own council, mostly. faced with things like witches and strange new wide-bodied planes, if compassion weren't around, someone might tell you to shake your brain up to get the arrogance out. but compassion comes into play, and there's silence, which you think is stupid because it also starts with an "s". a common synonym for compassion is love, and it's usually an apt translation of the feeling.

I seek truth on my own time, not as a stand-up comment comic.

you might give it a try, you might find some real truth that way. solitude and meditation are quite beneficial.

good evening, dear one.

ur watchin' the previews, hai na? alvida, dear one.

yo, Derek! :-)

love, Heath

"You show a great deal of wisdom and come pretty close to the central question."

Kubaner in #62
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Thank you, dear Kubaner. Perhaps you can help me in letting Mr/Ms hqquinn know what is the central question and which way we find the solution. By blind faith (religion) or by reason (science).

I wonder if the computer mr/ms hquinn is using to communicate here with us was the product of his/her blind faith in the ancient texts and in the teachings of those who call electrons and photos as the basic INDIVIBLE UNITS of ENERGY, and THOUGHTS as the IDIVISIBLE UNITS OF CONSCIOUSNESS!

What nonsense, a metaphor or not!

you're spouting rubbish because you're angry.

do tell, dear one... why are you angry??

enjoying the previews, hai na?

Hi dana!

I have been away for the past week..just catching up on IB...saw your good news!! Congratulations!

Love and Blessings
Bonnie

"Anger is never without Reason, but seldom with a good One." Ben Franklin

noise is energy being spent without harming others permanently -- it's a good way to defuse anger, without causing harm. compassion / love allows the beloved the space to grow by not interfering with the beloved when he / she is going through difficult moments. those are the ah-ha times, or at least they can be, if the difficult challenge is accepted. there is nothing more delightful than to see or hear the beloved say, "ah-ha!" and smile or get down to work.

excuses are unacceptable. being blunt is just fine.

self-knowledge is the goal.

all activities, whether science or faith-based, are potential catalysts for knowledge.

leave my spacings alone, dear one.

your anger leads you to be literal, argumentative, fat-headed, arrogant. putting a few soft words here or there makes no difference. it's like putting a cashmere shawl around a fish. a fish is a fish, shawl or not.

g'nite

Dark Night of the Soul

I lied. I am weary with forbearing and I cannot contain.

The Devil then sends so offensive of a spirit of bad temper that I think I could eat people up! - St. Teresa

That which this anquished soul feels most deeply is the conviction that God has abandoned it, of which it has no doubt; that He has cast it away as an abominable thing.... - St. John of the Cross

Life is an art...

An artist's life is no different.

But remember an artwork has a life of its own.

willow

ANOTHER SENSELESS MASSACRE TODAY:

HTTP://WWW.SSRISTORIES.COM/INDEX.PHP

HTTP://WWW.DRUGAWARENESS.ORG/HOME.HTML

"Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck." George Carlin

Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy. George Carlin

"Military justice is to justice what military music is to music." Groucho Marx

I'm getting the sneaking feeling that Kubaner is none other than our good friend Skep. Not that it matters in any way.

Great reading your posts, Heath and doodleman. Derek, you don't need to compare yourself to Deepak or any other luminary; your pronouncements have a depth and clarity that stand out.

"The unexamined life is not worth living." Socrates

"I am not an Athenian or a Greek, but a citizen of the world." Socrates

"People are difficult to govern because they have too much knowledge." Lao-tzu

When the highest type of men hear Tao,
They diligently practice it.
When the average type of men hear Tao,
They half believe in it.
When the lowest type of men hear Tao,
They laugh heartily at it.
Without the laugh, there is no Tao. Lao-tzu

"Religion is a mental illness."George Carlin

Thanks sWORDSman

Sorry for all the quotes, I just found a whole site of them and couldn't help myself.
So much of what is discussed here has been discussed for so long, I just thought some old school guys would be fun. Out of all of them I think Carl Sagan is still my favorite.

peace

derek

Yo doodleman 2, you must have found the same site, nice.

Yo

If adults in authority can get away with equating a teddy bear with the thoroughly dead prophet, then I'm with George Carlin: religion is mental illness.

"I think it's the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately." Yo d2 here's another one from George Carlin

Mr/Mrs/Ms hqquinn in # 64 makes a statement;

"if a foolish man /woman is strangling another, I'll intervene. if he's /she's just making noise, I'll leave him / her alone."

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Mr/Mrs/Ms hqquinn,

By you admission and statements you are making a fool of yourself. Since you've established yourself as a foolish person, I leave you alone.

You further state, "don't let your innate / inane arrogance lead you to the assumption that common man / woman is stupid."

I consider you somebody uncommon, so by your definition, I consider you stupid.

Note to Kubaner: please leave this Mr/Mrs/Ms or some goat alone. She seems to be bleating here, needing some attention in her loneliness in the Christmas season. She makes no sense of what she says.

If she's a woman, then perhaps she is some motel maid who got a pc as gift from somebody whom she made happy. And if he's a man, he seems to be some janitor somewhere. I make this guess as this person knows nothing about science, and further believes that thoughts are indivisible units of consciousness.

I would bet we could hold all of the discussions here using quotes from people who have been dead for many years and still come to the same conclusions. derek d1

"When you blame and criticize others, you are avoiding some truth about yourself." Deepak Chopra

"thoughts are indivisible units of consciousness."

No offense to anyone...

but... wouldn't that contradict Deepak Chopra's notion of *quantum* consciousness.

Perhaps there is a great vision here over reaching the insights of Deepak, Nagel, Chalmer, Dennet and Ramanujan - all combined into a personal science aka self-knowledge of a Buddha.

"...an electron or a
photon is an INDIVISIBLE
UNIT OF ENERGY, a THOUGHT
is an INDIVISIBLE UNIT
of CONSCIOUSNESS..."

~ ? (Who said that?)

So what conclusion we come to from this quote by some distinguished person? Any taker?

Okay this my favorite quote of my own
"You can not see the future with the eyes of the past" derek d1

oops! apologies!

"thoughts are indivisible units of consciousness."

After reading the quote again, I see it actually is completely in line with *quantum* consciousness.

Deepak is the best of the lot when it comes to science of consciousness.

"...an electron or a
photon is an INDIVISIBLE
UNIT OF ENERGY, a THOUGHT
is an INDIVISIBLE UNIT
of CONSCIOUSNESS..."

~ ? (Who said that?)

Perhaps Deepak Chopra?

"So what conclusion we come to from this quote by some distinguished person? Any taker?"

Conclusion: I bet, thought are like the quanta of energy in photons or electrons or neurons.

So what is it?

Wheeler
As far as I know, and that's not very far, there are no conclusions.

"Conclusion: I bet, thought are like the quanta of energy in photons or electrons or neurons.

So what is it?"

Deepesh Chandra #99
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Answer: Long standing continual propulsions of BS
from the oropharynx of the distinguished person.

Well this was fun everyone, I do hope that skep has found a way back, but I'm going home.

Good night doodleman 2 sweet dreams.

derek

ps Heath ;) love your trees.

In art, in life there are metaphors.

There are nonsensical or bad metaphors in poetry.

But the metaphors in science have to make sense.

science speakers use a form of metaphor - similes (A is "like" B) mainly to explain their theories.

Orange can be an Apple in art... orange can be 'like' an apple in science.

“The ability of objects and events to be everywhere at once seems like an attribute of God--omnipresence. The ability of electrons separated by millions of light years to 'talk' to each other seems like another attribute of God--omniscience.” Deepak Chopra

God ...a metaphor for Universe?

"quantum entanglement" is "talking"?

Electrons are Neurons...right?

Valentine poemettes of Stacy Doris
__________________________________________________

Eglantine

Dip my plume
in your ink again.
So long!

Sailor

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To my Love Supreme

from her little
lotus flower: Bud
stamen and leaf
my heart only beats
with hope of your
touch.

Kevin

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Pulpuce

The shaved mouse
Pauly the cat
mircowave deep.
Be my phoenix.

Prepice

------------------------

Bambi

I love you when
you love how
I love you how
you are. I love
you when you
love how you
love me how
I do.

The wasp

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There are total of 28.

Ruth #25:

Your "price of the body trip" reminds me that "an acidic body is a sickness magnet." Maybe we don't have to be sick this winter. Enter Braggs Organic Apple Cider Vinegar! -- mix with honey and water and drink in the morning...or evening...or anytime you think of it. Or let your "dramatics" have full reign and forget the honey. This potion has recently kept me out of sickness territory. To be more alkaline I need to eat less animal protein, white flour and sugar. It's work to make these changes but the rewards are worth it.

Trish~~

KIND

I hadn't noticed
till a death took me outside
and left me there
that grass lifts so quietly
and catches everything
we drop and we drop
everything.

~Leonard Nathan

Two Souls
(Offerings to Deepak--Love Song #3)

So what of Us my Darling,
how do we stay in love with Love?
is there somewhere we can Be--
Lover and Beloved
can we fall out of Love?
Now
We are of one skin and You
course through the rivers of my blood
as I course through the rivers of your desire
Your Soul turning in Me
My returning as Your Soul
This Dance of Spirit
Is
Entwined in God-Light
fever-pitched and awesome
Creation Melody Raptured
Prismal Bliss,


Catch the Light!





Love,
Melody

Two Souls #2
(Offerings to Deepak--Love Song #4)

Two Souls perform an aerial ballet,
circle one another
again and again
descend, ascend
soar
solar winds tunnel strange earth shapes
starlight showers beget Dream Dragons,
scorch the Lovers' marrow
angel ashes
fall
Don't look up!
saints go blind and the grateful dead awaken
furies search pelican gullets
fish taste of Lilacs
an aborigine smokes another peace pipe with
Mephistopheles
the World has gone
Mad
the air is thick as a brick in the wall
humans are having a crisis of identity
We really should take more care in our playfulness,

Darling

Year's End
by Ted Kooser

Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind.

Two Souls #2
(Offerings to Deepak--Love Song #4)

Two Souls perform an aerial ballet,
circle one another
again and again
descend, ascend
soar
solar winds tunnel strange earth shapes
starlight showers beget Dream Dragons,
scorch the Lovers' marrow
angel ashes
fall
Don't look up!
saints go blind and the grateful dead awaken
furies search pelican gullets
fish taste of Lilacs
an aborigine smokes another peace pipe with
Mephistopheles
the World has gone
Mad
the air is thick as a brick in the wall
humans are having a crisis of identity
We really should take more care in our playfulness,

Darling

Year's End
by Ted Kooser

Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind.

A Moment

Across the highway a heron stands
in the flooded field. It stands
as if lost in thought, on one leg, careless,
as if the field belongs to herons.
The air is clear and quiet.
Snow melts on this second fair day.
Mother and daughter,
we sit in the parking lot
with doughnuts and coffee.
We are silent.
For a moment the wall between us
opens to the universe;
then closes.A Moment

Across the highway a heron stands
in the flooded field. It stands
as if lost in thought, on one leg, careless,
as if the field belongs to herons.
The air is clear and quiet.
Snow melts on this second fair day.
Mother and daughter,
we sit in the parking lot
with doughnuts and coffee.
We are silent.
For a moment the wall between us
opens to the universe;
then closes.
And you go on saying
you do not want to repeat my life.

- Ruth Stone
And you go on saying
you do not want to repeat my life.

- Ruth Stone

So Mallika ...

or admmin/mod(s)

Did you recently ban our Tammy?

Why because she admires Deepak Chopra? ...and got into a heated/humorous exchange with another admirer?

nice job!

PS. Did you also ban Ron Saywack, Ambasteve and Norm? How many of the other regulars, whom we don't see anymore, were also banned?

PSS. Now are going to banish me too for asking?

The Weeping

I have shut my windows.
I do not want to hear the weeping.
But from behind the grey walls.
Nothing is heard but the weeping.

There are few angels that sing.
There are few dogs that bark.
A thousand violins fit in the palm of the hand.
But the weeping is an immense angel.
The weeping is an immense dog.
The weeping is an immense violin.
Tears strangle the wind.
Nothing is heard but the weeping.

Federico Lorca

Hi Keith!

You crack me up, Ed! Talk about a moment. Whoa! damn

.

I spent half an hour scrolling willy-nilly through the mud and muck,
and then, finally, a semblance of life makes an address.

Hello back, my friend!

.

Is Sherry waiting in the wings?

.

Another white boy goes berserk an hour from my home,

killing at least eight and then himself in Omaha, Nebraska.

(The Brady Bill did what? )

It happened in a Von Maur, a ritsy-ass clothings store.

It made me think of Craig. Sorry, dude.

Keith.

#118
Divya

I am still here. Maybe I am not welcome either?!

The Baptist dude? Oh! It will be a good day.

I just know it! No prophecy included without prior consent.

Hey Divya!

.

Still thinking of you, Princess Kate. Take care.

.

A special "Hello!" to D.A & H.G.Q.

I don't like it here anymore. I want to go home. Will anyone show me the way?

Georgy porgy puddin' and pie
kissed the girls and made them cry
when the boys came out to play
Georgy porgy ran away

Concerning the hour of muck and mire, I get the impression that some people don't like dead people. Where do they think they got their own minds?
The sins of the fathers are visited apon the sons. Through DNA, genetics, karma, childhood patterning. Only the meek inherit the earth. All else go where ther heart and treasures are stored.

Going for my second cup of coffee.

Hey! I am still ALLOWED to post my "spam"?

I GUESS it is GOOD spam then!

If you don't see me posting for a week, you might assume they finally "CAME FOR ME"

On Mount Yagami
The setting sun has left the sky.
The light grows dim.
I thought I was a brave man.
My thin sleeves are wet with tears.
- Hitomaro

I took the flute in elementary school.
I did not know I would have to learn the violin
at this late stage.
The high notes always seem to be followed by lower ones. It's the rules of music.
What else could Milarepa do? But burst into a thousand songs.

Miguel Ruiz says "don't make assumptions". It has taken me some time, but I've understood why...

Hi everyone! I wish you ease and effortlessness in this possibly busy season.
What has happened with Kate, is there a post somewhere that would let me know? Healing thoughts and all the best to you Kate!

And Danashields, congratulations, how wonderful!

Aurora,
Existence is a dream.
Don't take things personally.
Do your best.
Don't make assumptions.

A few minutes ago
I was downstairs making coffee
But when I look
I'm not there

Oh... is it? :)))
Secret identity, I'm in the mood for smiling with you. Those are great secrets, thank you!

Re: #125 Sorry but I have to elaborate at the risk of sounding preachy. It's a habit from creative writing class to review my work.

"Lay not up for youselves treasures apon earth, where moth and rust dost corrupt,and where theives break through and steal: but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust doth not corrupt, and where theives do not break through nor steal: for where your heart is, there will your treasure be also."

What manner of man could break into my treasure house?

Good morning Aurora
Real or not, your presence here
is refreshing.

Sending you :))

Love
Bonnie

And in this dreamy existence, simplicity is the greatest wisdom.

Dearest Kate, holding you close in my inner circle of love. I have been through this. Remember, the memories in your heart are the most precious! They will never die and always connect you to your loved ones!

Strength and blessings, from the heartphone,

Mieke

Good morning dear Bonnie, thank you for your always so bright smile :)

Mieke, thank you. Wrapping my heart around Kate together with you.

goodthursday everyone,

While reading through the comments I am picking up that something is happening in Kate's life and I do not know what it is but I want to let her know that I am thinking of her and sending my love and warmth and may the healing light envelope her and her family.....ruth(the orig)

Dear Aurora and Bonnie too :)

Thanks and let's not forget our dear North who does not comment here anymore because she thought she was hurting people.

Dear North, when you happen to read this, you are as present as ever in my heart. Blessings and much love to you. Will never forget you and i still hope you and me will meet some "Sunny" day :)

Mieke

Dear Kate

Not sure what is wrong....I have been away...sending you hugs and love.

Love
Bonnie

Kate
I send much love and peace to you.

North
I hope you are warm right now.

derek

Yo K
It's holmes not homes.

I hope I didn't muck things up too much last night. I was painting all day and needed some verbal release. Although I did use others people's words more than my own. They have the same things to say only they say it so much better.

derek

Hello Deepak I have had so much fun at your intentblog, thanks for hearing my endless chatter..your sweet.

You will always be my best Guru imaginary friend, hehe : ) with love as alawys, t

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

Too much of
anything is
bad. Too much
of unconditional
love of a woman
sends her man
to a whore for
conditional love.

FAST LOVE

"You don't love
me the way
you used to,"
you complain.
"No heat of
passion no more -
just like quick
bites on a plain
MacDonald hamburger,
without mustard,
without fries,
without jalapeno."

Darling, I love
you more than
ever before.
Don't you know
the hot coal fires
burning in a train engine
let the steam off fast
and carry in hurry the
cars to the destination
fast?

''The people shall not be deprived or abridged of their right to speak, to write, or to publish their sentiments; and the freedom of the press, as one of the great bulwarks of liberty, shall be inviolable.'' Madison.

I trust that open dialogue will be preferred on this forum to quick-fire sanctions and suppression of free speech! Over the two years plus since this medium was created, it has gained an appreciable worldwide following and attracted many intelligent posters.

Most of the commentators (with the exception of a few normative types) are well informed and bright who expect an honest ‘dialogal’ exchange. But from a few of the “Contributors”, this has not been forthcoming. Take the case of Deepak: he continually writes blogs then disappears, with absolutely little or no interaction with his audience. Which begs the question: What’s the point? I think a wise man will always find time to address his audience, no matter how busy he may be. Sadly, this has not been the case here.

I personally cannot understand why some of the original posters like my buddy Skep have been banished. Perhaps there are reasons beyond what is obvious! In my opinion, he was always asking legitimate, honest questions but continually came up to a stone wall. Deepak chose to ignore him as he has chosen to ignore so many others, myself included.

I think if this site is to prosper and continue to be a place to voice legitimate national or international and personal concerns, there must be a reasonable degree of interactivity between those who post blogs and those who respond to them; not unbridled curtailment of speech or banishment if some find certain comments unpalatable. It is certainly not an enlightened way to be!

Can you please make that a veggie burger, hold the mayo and onion, please... thanks

I hate to be one of those ‘I told you sos” Keith, but this tragic stuff happens as a direct consequence of this dog-eat-dog capitalist society. Our kids have been exhibiting these severe anomie behaviorisms for awhile now; as here in Washington State a few years ago we had one of those noted school rampages.

Just last night I was pondering this spirit of competition that is imbued within us in the public school system, along with those textbooks depicting the Pilgrims playing nice with the Natives that we read after we pledge allegiance to a flag, and how ultimately this spirit of competition is evil. I know, I know, ‘competition brings out the best in us’, but this is a tired and useless cliché that needs to also be retired. What has the spirit of competition done? So Lance Armstrong is rich enough to pedal a bike around all his life, gets cancer at a young age for taking performance enhancing substances, and is treated like some hero. Please . . .

Look at all of the baseball and football and Olympic athletes’ now-a-days, they are all wired for sound. Nothing natural there, nothing that demonstrates humankinds’ greatness. And the spirit of competition in the business world is even far more corrupt! As the very ethos of who can make the most money is in direct opposition to the life and teachings of Jesus Christ. Capitalism, especially American capitalism, demands that there be economic losers, whether they are the unafflicted poor in our downtown suburbs, or in some 3rd world ghetto where we do not see the suffering caused by international corporations exploiting the masses.

Money, land, & resources is what drives economic conquest, is what drives capitalism, as we are ever in search of resources to use, and new markets to exploit, capitalism demands social injustice. My proof. I do not care what reasoning is offered, but just look at what the United States government has done the last 110 years; we have ceaselessly toppled governments the world over, in many instances more than once and with enduring military/CIA operations, and ‘we’ are always at war somewhere or another.

Glorification of the military should be an obvious very bad sign, but look, we glorify the military and dare not let anybody say different. The brainwashing of American masses has been accomplished with money, Hollywood, and ‘consumerism’, but our collective malleable hate can be directed at any others as the war-making corporations desire it, ‘Islamo-fascists’, black people, red people, Mexicans, Chinese, Russians, whoever . . .

There is always an enemy of mighty capitalism! Makes one wonder does it not . . .

Peace

Mr. Saywack,
I'm sure your reasonable literary pieces are appreciated here. I congratulate you on speaking for Freedom of Speech. Are you sure your friend was banished? Perhaps he is just taking a break.

Ron Saywack says:

"Most of the commentators (with the exception of a few normative types) are well informed and bright who expect an honest ‘dialogal’ exchange."

I would also add most of the bloggers, eg., Deepak, Avtar, DK M, Suchitra etc are also well informed, talented, bright and distinguished in their respective multi-fields. We get the same impression from the cooking recipes and the body massage messages.

But the problem is we've spoilers, spammers and trolls here, in addition to the know-all alecks like Skep who never get tired of quoting Carl Sagan day and night, making the dialogues boring and thus drowning the spiritual core teachings of Deepak in the noise of spoon bending etc. He was offered the opportunity for the spoon bending even, why did he not accept?

Also one must bear in mind, this is Deepak's blog, he pays money to run it. He has a voice we must respect. How would you feel if somebody comes to your house when all your family is together at the Christmas time, and starting calling you a fat-head? This has been put so nicely by Mr. hqquinn on so many occasions here in the past. In his recent comments he asks:

"do you want DC's success? is it attention you want, money, power, or if more than one, which ones and how?"

and,

"if it (IB) doesn't work for you, turn your back on it."

further to it he adds:

"if compassion (at IB) weren't around, someone might tell you to shake your brain up to get the arrogance out. but compassion comes into play, and there's silence, which you think is stupid because it also starts with an "s". a common synonym for compassion is love, and it's usually an apt translation of the feeling."

"I seek truth on my own time, not as a stand-up comment comic."

I absolutely agree with Mr. hqquinn. But would like to express my disagreement with you that every tom, dick and hick should not be allowed to come here and insult our dear Deepak. After all it's his blog and he pays for it. You might argue it's is open to the public. But who wants bad people, charlatans and thugs roaming free in the public?

If your friend Skep was banned, there was a simple reason to it - he was a constant nuisance here!

Now I wonder what you have to say.

~~~~
Mapping the Genome

Geneticist as driver, down the gene
codes in, let's say, a topless coupe
and you keep expecting bends,

real tyre-testers on tight
mountain passes, but instead it's dead
straight, highway as runway,

helix unravelled as vista,
as vanishing point. Keep your foot
down. This is a finite desert.

You move too fast to read it,
the order of the rocks, the cacti,
roadside weeds, a blur to you.

Every hour or so, you pass a shack
which passes for a motel here:
tidy faded rooms with TVs on

for company, the owner pacing out
his empty parking lot. And after
each motel you hit a sandstorm

thick as fog, but agony.
Somewhere out there are remnants
of our evolution, genes for how

to fly south, sense a storm,
hunt at night, how to harden
your flesh into hide or scales.

These are the miles of dead code.
Every desert has them.
You are on a mission to discover

why the human heart still slows
when divers break the surface,
why mermaids still swim in our dreams.

---Michael Symmons Roberts

If somebody up there keeps picking on me, I'm going to shoot that golden delicious apple right off the top his head...with an arrow all the way from New York. And don't think I can't do it. I took karate, you know