Very good post above Dan in response to my last post.
I have the most inside information there is.
If Janus had half a clue he wouldn’t look to others for answers.
I just read a new book on the last hour of mankind ended by nuclear holocaust.
Fun read.
It’s pretty god damned awful.
I wouldn’t want to survive it.
I swear I’m not trying to frustrate anything, as if I could.
I’m just a loving little bunny
amongst monsters
But God/Nature likes to use the small things to the world to make big changes.
If anything I am being really true to what I am.
I stripped it all away and I found joy.
And no one can take that away.
I feel to be this here, until I am shut out I guess.
Call it nature, my Daimon, my soul, or something we have no name for.
Some of us are out here with no script, on the edge.
I’m not a nihilist in the least.
I’m somewhere between Hermeticism and Neoplatonism I guess.
I mean I saw way too much.
I can’t really run away from it.
So here I stand.
My posts have been written to God or Nature or whomever might come this way.
My words infect them.
I know they do.
Some mystical shit has gone down.
But I am calm, clear, and ready to act when needed.
I wouldn’t drive away from the mushroom cloud, I’d drive toward it.
Honestly, just like no one is entirely one thing or other, neither am I or you.
Where I cannot know if your reported journeys be true, I responded with my own.
It’s the most authentic thing I could do.
People don’t like us hyper-energized Autistic types.
We creep the muppets out.
Trust is very hard to come by these days.
Many are exposing their nasty sides.
That’s how they have chosen to react to this time.
I am not taking that route.
I have no name for what this is.
No properties.
Try to imagine it, you can’t.
We don’t know ourselves.
I guess what I am pushing is what Socrates and all of them did, and Jesus himself, know thyself.
Especially if the curtain is closing.
I know it matters.
Time is short.
Even as the walls come down.
I am a witness and participant, another perspective from the people.
Well, I’m not just a witness, I’m also a correspondent.
We are all doing the best we can.
I suppose I feel, I know, it’s time to toss the books and prophecies out.
Throw out the confusion.
Clear the head.
If you can, walk beyond all traditions toward where they all point.
Make for the central mountain.
When I was ready, I did.
Did I have a choice, do any of us ultimately?
Maybe, but not how we normally think.
You need nothing to mediate your approach to yourself.
It’s a real reset.
Whatever happens happens, be ready is the best you can do.
Go with the flow.
Muppets tend to exaggerate and anthropomorphize.
They tend to get lost in delusion like Janus.
What do you expect with two faces.
As you were.
Relax.
Take a long bath maybe.
All good here.
…
Don’t take Janus too seriously, he’s kind of playing a part.
Kind of his joke being a Janus I guess.
Anyway, I was reading “All Thing Are Full of Gods.”
He lays things out very nicely for a hylozoic view of life.
The hylozoism of the pre-Socratic philosophers such as Thales and Heraclitus influenced later Greek philosophers such as Plato, Aristotle, and the Stoics.
This is not quite Pantheism.
Everything is infused with aliveness is the easiest way to say it.
There is no matter or spirt, it’s just a matter of frequency and vibration some have supposed.
I suppose I’m in the camp with you.
Stafford Beer wrote:"Nature does not need to make any detours; it does not just exceed our computational abilities, in effect it surpasses them in unimaginable ways. In a poem on the Irish Sea, Beer talks about nature as exceeding our capacities in way that we can only wonder at, ‘shocked’ and ‘dumbfounded.’"
Beer has been described as a failure, ending his life as a mystic poet.
Stafford Beer wrote:Computers, the Irish Sea
That green computer sea with all its molecular logic to the system's square inch, a bigger brain than mine, writes out foamy equations from the bow across the bland blackboard water.
Accounting for variables which navigators cannot even list,
a bigger sum than theirs, getting the answer continuously right without fail and without anguish integrals white on green.
Cursively writes recursively computes that green computer sea on a scale so shocking that all the people sit dumbfounded throwing indigestible peel at seagulls not uttering an equation between them.
All this liquid diophantine stuff of order umpteen million is its own analogue. Take a turn around the deck and understand the mystery by which what happens writes out its explanation as it goes.
Shocked and dumbfounded about sums it up I think.
We are in kook territory.
Give me the kooks any day over the current order.
Beer predicted what the internet has become.
He wanted it to be a liberty and freedom machine, but instead it’s an anxiety machine.
Well, it’s a freedom machine too, if you use it right.
Objects attract our attention.
Sensuous experience works on us like a spell.
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