The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer

The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.

-Eugenio Montejo (1938 - 2008)

Everything Is Illuminated

Words and context.
Sights and smells.
Thoughts and feelings.
Sometimes the best way to say something is to not say anything at all.
In a moments time, I can find myself holding up so much.
Like there's some sort of vacuum of feeling that exponentially captures everything in such a way that can only be extracted and realized in the years to follow.
Great moments happen so fast and perfectly that the beauty of it all needs time to be truly known.
Cherish every second you can, because a second can hold so much.

Migration Imminent

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MindMindMind Pt. 2

At what point does microscopic become the macroscopic. If we're all living things made of microscopic material. We only see ourselves as a macroscopic thing but we're really trillions of microscopic things. I feel like observation, whether it be mental or visual, has some sort of effect on this determination. What is the power of observation? Maybe we're just mentally confined to always seeing dichotomies. Alive or dead as opposed to everything always being microscopic. We see how microscopic things are compiled into macroscopic objects but we often miss the complexities of the microscopic or possibly even the macro above our vision of macroscopic.

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MindMindMind Pt. 1

The conscious mind that what we exist in and ultimately experience could be interpreted as a product of the deep, intuitive, complex, and almost mysterious workings of our unconscious mind. In the same sense, reality as we know it, see it, feel it, and sense it, could be the “conscious” reality of an “unconscious” reality in which all things truly manifest from in similarly deep, intuitive, complex and mysterious ways.

When looking at the world in this way, is it not such a stretch to think that perhaps our unconscious mind is one and the same as this possible “unconscious” reality? Our reality (as we define it and ‘know’ it) could be wrapped up in the substrata of unconsciousness.

An Acausal Connecting Principle

“I know, however, from long experience of these things that spontaneous synchronistic phenomena draw the observer, by hook or by crook, into what is happening and occasionally make him an accessory to the deed.”
-CG Jung Synchronicity - An Acausal Connecting Principle

Dimensions [notes]

JULIA SET with relation to MANDELBROT SET
Fibration

Does Pi make “sense” once you take into account multiple dimensions?

A circle is fundamental...a sphere is nothing but circles.

Projections from sphere form circles on a 2d plane

Ok.....the universe is multidimensional

Pope

All Nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good:
And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear: Whatever IS, is RIGHT.
-Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744), An Essay on Man

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Be sure yourself and your own reach to know,
How far your genius, taste, and learning go;
Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet,
And mark that point where sense and dullness meet.
-Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744), An Essay on Criticism

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"So pale grows reason in religion's sight;
So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light."
-John Dryden (1631-1700), Religio Laici

Farewell

Farewell to sin, that which embodies action,
Often used to make judgements, always weighing in,
Morality always in play, stressing the mind,
If left unchecked, stress dissipates,
Only to return when realization subsides.

So with that, I say farewell for good,
I leave you unaware, so that my stress may pass,
And lock you away so you may not reside once again,
Actions are actions and words are words,
Is it but not a word?

Surely those get by without thought of sin,
Are they the worst on this Earth?
Only in the minds of those enslaved by it,
As with any group there are outliers,
The fear of sin can't confine us all

Obeying to fear fogs our minds true vision,
And so henceforth, I shall clear away the fog,
To rid myself of the burden of sin,
Is to rid myself of the burden of unnecessary stress.
Reason and open mindedness are tools enough.

Gaia?

A rising bubble floats upwards through a prickly cavern,
Glance the sides and disperse back into the pool.
Reach the top and break free into the vista

Expanding, ever reaching, sprawling, expansiveness
Floating aimlessly amid the lightscape
Which winds carry which way?
What input derives what output?

A drifting bubble melts into a mist
Scattering, falling, back below
Yet ever continuing, a grain breaks away

Where moisture coalesces into silky bands,
An arid mass meets its doom
Perspiration breaks loose,
Fissures crack, and moisture exhales

A desolate grain of mist gets caught in a breath,
And thus continues its aimless journey
Rising through the raw emptiness

And thus the void subsides

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World encompassing contentual pleasantries,
Open your stock to me

Universe enclosing existential knowledge,
Open your stock to me

Happiness flows