Why are we here?

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(This topic is a continuation of Personalism 102).

Why is there something rather than nothing?  

Looking at it statistically, the likelihood of nothing is minuscule compared likelihood of anything.  

However, from the perspective of modern cosmology, the Anthropic Principle tells that universes with observers are extremely rare.

But, by whose say so, can an unobservable universe be said to exist?  

A related question is what constitutes an observer?

What if any role might sapience play in the act of observation?
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But this first post is a header post…….. so I will continue in the following post…….



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Thank you, hobbit.
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Is pain natural?

Can machines or computers feel pain?

Could they be programmed to?



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Isn’t pain natural…… and doesn’t Nature compute?  

Doesn’t pain compute?  

Does a hurricane compute?  

We can model hurricanes .

We can model pain…… behavior.

We have the unreasonable effectiveness of mathematics.  

Sticks and stones break my bones, but words never hurt me…….

The only real apple is the experienced apple .

The only real pain is the experienced pain.  

Do animals experience pain?

Perhaps it is mainly in our presence.  

Pain does have a conceptual component……. such as with the loss of a limb……. the loss of a partner……. or with child birth.  

Is there something cosmic about pain?  

Did the jguy nail this?

He might have……. the lonely wooden tower….

We hold reality in the palm of our hands .

He’s got you and me, sister……..

That’s the I Am…… for you……

That’s pain…… that’s love……

That’s personal.

That’s about it.



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Yes, Truth can hurt…….

My attention has been directed to the Dune universe.  

It is an impersonal universe…… very much in keeping with our modern alienation and malaise.  

But we are approaching our ultimate paradigm shift……. from atomism to personalism.

For the past many centuries, we have become addicted to material growth.  

Physical growth had become our raison d’être.  

Our reliance upon physics imposes limits.  

We have been fruitful and multiplied…….. as if there were no tomorrow.  

And then tomorrow comes…….. and we are a day late and a dollar short.  

We have overshot the mark of our sustainability……. by at least a factor of 10^3.  

Did somebody make a big mistake?

Are we now supposed to retrench?

Was there a design flaw in the best possible world?  

Are we on the brink of the technological singularity?  
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In perusing the philosophy of pain, I have come to a better appreciation of the labors of the philosophers.  

They have pushed the limits of physicalism-naturalism much further than could their scientific confrères.  

This is particularly notable in the subject of pain.  

Pain evinces a holism……… well beyond the ken of science.  

Under the aegis of pain, the veritable cosmos can descend upon us…….. chick .  

There is the college of hard knocks……… an institution like none other.  

Pain can grab our attention……. like we can barely believe.  

It can focus us on our innermost being……. its physical manifestation can be almost entirely ancillary.

How can something so basic be such an enigma….. launching so many scholarly studies and careers?



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Dan is da man.

Brother.

I respectfully disagree.


Dan is The Man.

MAN!!!

Yes, the world is an illusion.

But…… it is the best possible one….. and it is ours.  

By world, we mean the whole darn thing…… every side of every portal.

Are we upstaging any other creatures?  

If so, it’s only relative to the Eschaton….. of which we are the Creators.

What privilege comes with this knowledge?

None…… and all.  

Should we not all be proselytizing?  

There are no shoulds….. but, every situation comes with its necessities.  

And free-will is also an illusion.

We only need to realize that in every moment of awareness, we are on the verge of becoming one with the One.

Is there anything special about the One?

Maybe not……. but maybe there is something about a portal…… understanding that we are walking portals.

Isn’t this just a statement of Buddhism ?

Was the jguy misled?

There is the matter of history….. and the End thereof.

The Buddhists who need eschatology…… have it.

When we come to understand the necessity of every little thing…… then everything is ours……. our Kingdom has arrived.

But where is the Drama ?

Well…… there are exponentials.

Besides all the qualities….. there are quantities…… there are chain ‍ reactions….. don’t we know……. there are critical masses and thresholds.

I’m guessing that the jguy was trying to tell us something about this.

There is a reason for every little thing….. don’t we know!



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You first.

We always are.

We are strange loops.

This imagined space allows our awareness of this.

What is it that sees and knows this beauty?

Neat trick.

This is what we wanted.

This is what we have.

This is what we are.

This is not a problem.

This is not an ending.

Endings are never befores.

This is a miracle.

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away…….

Not to fear, bunny boy…….

Time already is in a bottle.  

That’s what Eternity is all about.  

And it’s not memorex……… it’s just infinitely better.

God knows how many times we’ve been through the drama of the Endtimes.  

It never gets boring…… does it?  

If you don’t like this part……. please just fast forward .  

One Eternity fits all.

We have at least 10^10…… they come in all sizes.  

Each one is more personal than the last.

Each one is one with the One.  

It’s always just one on one.  

How does it work?  

How do they say……… we live in an unobstructed universe.  

Now we see dimly………



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We can, each one of us, know the Truth, and live the Truth.  

Each one of us will……. at our best possible time.

All we have to understand is that atomism is only a partial truth.

Atoms derive from persons.  

Nothing exists unto itself…….. especially not the I Am.

Self-awareness is nothing, if it is not everything.  

Ego awareness is really nothing.  

Self-awareness is necessarily inter-personal……. trans-personal.

I Am is We Are…….. for now, and for all time.

‘We’ includes every blade of grass.

We know the grass……. the grass seldom needs to know us….. as it goes about its business ‍ of being grass.  

However, there is a grass Heaven…… there is a grass Totem….. wherein grass may partake of the I Am……. should it ever feel that need.  

Weed, for example, does have some exceptional relations…… involvements.  

Oh, yes, we spend much of our time trying to duck and cover.

Over thousands of years, we have developed considerable expertise at kicking the Eschaton down the road.  

Every one of us owes our life to the Katechon.  
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There is an I Am totem which is somewhat the reverse of the grass totem.  

The jguy volunteered to be that.  He did a bang up job.  

The omega thingy is a piece of cake …….. a walk in the park….. just turn things inside out and upside down .  

The rest is history.  

The JWST is a case in point…… we begin to see the backs of our own heads.  

In the meantime, Israel has so much fun 🤩, flaunting its self-righteousness.  

Someday they might grow up……. but that would be too easy.  

They will be the prophesied witnesses.  

I was so charmed by Shelly G, in the old physics building…… on the Farm.  

I could well sympathize with Marshall Baker.  

Three quarks for muster Mark…….. indeed.  
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What is an observer?  

Who is an observer?  

The physicists would love nothing more than to sweep 🧹 the observer under the rug.  

And what is an observation?

Is it a speck on a photographic plate?  

Here’s the deal………… every single observation has to go to the cosmic entanglement.

We know the Totem………. the Totem knows us…….. small world.  

It’s not what you know…….. it’s who you know……. the guy who nailed personhood.  

He would be broken……. long before the sky would open……

I always knew it would……… but three showed me how.  

I saw her face……. now I’m a believer…….

What’s in a belief?  

Everything.  

Seeing is believing.

…… mommy, mommy……. why do I keep running around in circles?  

…….. only drowning ‘men’…….
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Israel is the grain of sand in the oyster 🦪.  

The oyster does its part.  

We all do.

There is the pearl of great price……. seminal word…… mustard seed……
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Yes, we are here to be fruitful.  

We are not here to be sustainable.

We have multiplied…… way into an overshoot……. with every one of us slaving away at the presses……

The wine is distilled.

The MoAPS is in gestation.

How many times has this been repeated?  

It is already recorded in every heart.  

We recognize it when we see it.  

Islam …… has no take away.  

Judaism ……. has no take away…. no seeds.

The Sufi dervishes twirl.  

Rumi…….. spins sparkling verse.  

The ecumenicists throw words back and forth……. only wishing to keep the conversation alive.  

Conversations go in circles.

Not many bear fruit.
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Yes, we do fear the harvest.

The angel of the Truth……. fear not!  

The hopes and fears of all the years…….

This Kingdom will never end……..

It will be taken up……. into Eternity…..

We have always known this……. in the depths of our hearts.
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If you want to understand everything, you only have to make one, rather obvious, google…….. and it didn’t surprise me at all.  

There is something about the written word, however, that can take your breath away.  

Yes, it has everything to do with the history of personhood.

It’s so silly…….. it seems to be just a matter of semantics.  

And I don’t, technically, believe it………. but…… there it is.  

And I think you might see what I’m driving at.  

The people who do believe, verbatim, do everything in their power to cover it up.  

It explains a lot about the R&D show……. as part of, possibly a central part of, that coverup.

But, and you’ll have to trust me here…….. it’s a key part of the best possible coverup.

Next thing, we might want to check out the price of Nvidia.  
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The AI stocks have been rather volatile, of late…….. but they remain rather pricey.

There is a lot of capital riding AI.

It is liable to have a considerable economic impact on our desk work sector…….. regardless of its ability to seriously mimic our personhood.

Over the years, several philosophers have pushed back.



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What might eternity look like to you, old man?

Have we faced the Endtimes before?

Where in Eternity shall Le Royaume be taken?

W.B. Yeats wrote:The Fool By The Roadside

“WHEN all works that have
From cradle run to grave
From grave to cradle run instead;
When thoughts that a fool
Has wound upon a spool
Are but loose thread, are but loose thread;
When cradle and spool are past
And I mere shade at last
Coagulate of stuff
Transparent like the wind,
I think that I may find
A faithful love, a faithful love”

It’s nice to see Dan digging deep.

Feeling a bit philosophic myself.

I’ve been swimming pretty deep this week.

There are some really big fish down here.

I sat awhile and listened to a fish describe my mind to me.

It told me that we are indeed shrouded by an imaginal world.

A true wonder.

A magick world.

It spoke to me of the shamans of South America.

They felt the world they visited was the real world and this one was just a Dreamtime.

I nodded along.

It spoke to me of Death.

This is the real pain of life.

It is irreconcilable.

Once we accept that no one knows anything about it, we can relax a bit, and smoke a phat J.

We really don’t need to worry about it at all.

But it the deepest itch we can’t scratch.

It showed me how people fool themselves with their cherished beliefs.

They wrap themselves in them like warm blankets.

It then showed me the country and said a great shadow, a nihilism, had taken hold of the land and of the weak minded and small hearted.

As Above, So Below

There is but one way to resist this nihilism, mean your life.

This nihilism will dance around the fire as it burns everything and everyone to the ground.

That one hit me very hard indeed.

It landed like an unexploded bomb in the middle of my eyes.

Then we listened to some Die Antwood and could hear what we were feeling down deep, the fish and I.

It showed me Trump was the face of this nihilism so long awaited.

I nodded along.

Sometimes we have nightmares.

Where there is love, there is hatred.

Our greatest nightmare is that there is nothing more than this.

We grasp to ones offering us meaning.

No one can give you that, the fish told me.

The lie is to look outside of yourself.

The liars will tell you to hate others.

This is what happened to the people of this land.

They follow the liar.

They hate their brothers and sisters and the least of us.

Yes Dan, swim deep.

There is no fear here Danny boy.

Death and I are beyond names.

It was Death that helped me most.

It was Death that pointed the way, which is no way at all.

Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain wrote:What you have lost will not be returned to you; it always be lost. You’re left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on, or not. But if you go on, it’s knowing you carry your scars with you.

“Love knows not its own depth, until the hour of separation.”

I think we are this to taste separation, that is why we are here.

The pain of touching the void is deep.

It leaves deep scars.

Love is strange.

Your love will be tested.

Find beauty, live there.

That’s what the Big Bunny says to me through the Big Fish.

Mr J,

Eternity is a nice place to visit, but I don’t think we’d want to live there.  

It’s something to strive for…….. it’s what gives meaning to our lives.  

Time is a big mystery, but we’d look foolish without it.

Eternity is the most ephemeral, elusive thing we can imagine.  

Our minds are constantly bouncing back and forth, between the here-now……. and that other thing.  

One of my favorites…… Pratityasamutpada….. is about the co-dependence of time and no-time.

Our being one with the One…… ask bunny….. is about the Ode to a Grecian Urn ……

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
      Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on…….

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BBL,

Here we are……. between time and no-time…… confusion reigns.

We are doing what we can only try to imagine.  

donny is the sure lure of Nothingness.

Armageddon is that dim receding roar.  

We can only hang on for that something inside.  

We do have a pipeline to the One……. the still, small voice of Truth.  

We can see it as an abyss…… the eternity between the ticking of the seconds.

There are many louder voices.

Yes, that pipeline is necessarily shrouded with pain, fear…… and all the rest…….

We lean out for love…… for the pearl of great price.  

We can do no other.

We are that…….. tat tvam asi.



(cont…….)

I’ve spent the last day or so just perusing the index of the SEP.  

To say that it is extensive would be a gross understatement.  

What is amusing is the tiny fraction of that tome that is taken up by Naturalism.  

But I’m telling you that this is where all the smart money has gone.  

By smart money, I mean the money that is propping up modernism……. that is propping up the Katechon.  

And, as long as confusion reigns, that can be cents (sense) on the dollar .  

It’s quite fair to say that 2&3 are all it takes……. if we wish to count the boots 🥾 on the ground.  So, on the other hand, on the side of the Eschaton, it only takes a pair of wings in the air…… chick .  

It keeps the accounting rather simple.  
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Nature……… what is that?

Well, it’s everything, modulo us.  

And what is that exactly?  

Aye…….. there’s the rub.  

It could be nothing……. or it could be everything…….. depending!  

Depending on how seriously you take the Quantum.

I take it with a big grain of salt 🧂………

However…… I take the Observer Problem  very seriously .

Aren’t the Observer and the I Am just about the same thing?  

And all the rest of us are the imaginary playmates…… along with a few props……. and a couple of Atoms .  

All you have to realize is that a speckle on a photographic plate ️ does not constitute an observation.

Ok…….. so what is an observation?  

An observation is made by an observer……… and to be an observer you have to be an imaginary playmate.  

That’s us.  

Don’t bacteria 🦠 and monkeys count?  

Sure they do…….. under our aegis.  

And we come under the aegis of the I Am.  

There is only one person 🧍‍.  

Well…….. maybe 12 of us……. who can fit into a play circle…… on Mt Olympus ️.  

The rest of us are friends and family.  

Ontology is, as with everything else……. a matter of who you know…… not what you know.  

That’s about all she wrote.  

In other words……… to be real is to be related.  

Yes, it’s about entanglement……. and, you and me…… we are the nexi of entanglement.  

And why are we so special………?

It’s because of our personal access to the Logos and the Aether.

This personal access was inaugurated globally by our good buddy……. the jguy.  

Aether…………?  It’s the Akashic record……. is it Memorex or is it the Akasha?  

Shucks…….. does this mean that we all have to know the jguy personally?

Yeah……. kinda……

Try it……. you might get used to it!



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Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace.

Silly, silly scientists……. wanting so desperately to prove that we are just Nature’s Spawn!

Come on, boys and girls……… Really?

We are nothing, if we are not foolish.  

The scientists try to be so serious about it.

Oh, no……… how can we be humorous humans, when we are just bags of atoms …….. with a few survival skills?  

Who invented us……. who ordered the Muon?  

Who ordered the silly, silly Humans?  

Is there anything sillier than the Naturalists?  

We……. who, among our other privileges, have access to the Logos and the Aether-Akasha.  
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And you think I’m kidding about the muon?

Well, get this…….

Anthropic solution to the magnetic muon anomaly: the charged see-saw…….

There is something serious!  

The silly scientists try desperately to cover up the Anthropic Principle.

They find the Anthropic Principle (fine tuning) terribly embarrassing…….. right up there with the mind-body problem!



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I had written something quite beautiful I thought and then the page refreshed and it was gone before I posted it.

It stings not being able to have fully expressed my feelings in the moment.

Such is life.

I’ll just share the one quote I had in the post.

Amanda Gefter wrote:“Each of us a private universe? Preposterous! Each of us see the same universe? Also preposterous!”

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The last entry Wheeler ever wrote was in 2006, age 95, nearing death, his life now bookended by questions­. It consisted of a single sentence, left behind for the community: “Hope produces space and time?”

An odd thing for a physicist to write, no?

He was really stuck between a rock and a hard place.

His one driving question was what happens when you get to the end of things?

I don’t think there are endings, and that makes the cosmos a whole lot bigger than we could ever really imagine.

We can only really illuminate our small part of it.

We are blind beggars, stumbling around, feeling different parts of the Elephant, clueless mostly about what this is.

That really gets my goat and brings a giant laugh from deep in my belly.

All those so sure…are totally clueless.

God bless the scared little muppets clutching to nothing.

Been there.

I was terrified.

To pass the gate to Cold Mountain ️ one must leave all they hold true behind.

But I have to say, my fear is gone.

Really.

Somehow I broke into Eden.

That’s the place between hope and fear.

I truly wish all find that peace ️

I often run away from it, but it’s always there.

Sir Roger

Thanks, Gary,

I do feel sorry for my former physics colleagues.  

I had the feeling that we had been led into a blind alley.

I was fortunate enough to extract myself from the dead end.

I wandered in the desert ️ for several years, until the Anthropic Principle caught up with me.  

And then I realized that the game of Truth was still on, but that the goal posts had been radically shifted…….  from being on the outside …… to now being on the inside.  

We were no longer just spectators.  

In effect, the game had been brought home.  

And we were now on the center court.

Once we had been lost, in space and time……. but now we are found.  

Folks like Penrose have a very hard time wrapping their heads around this new Ballgame.

Of course, sports fans, the Eschaton does hang in the balance, here.  

But, once you grasp how carefully this game had to be set up, you will understand that, relatively speaking, the Eschaton will be a piece of cake for us.
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There are a lot of folks, right on YouTube saying that space and time, particularly in its allegedly objective guise, as with astronomy , is actually a product of our collective consciousness - unconscious.  

So, are we saying that the Moon is inside our heads.

Well, our whole (naive) notion of inside and outside will have to be very considerably adjusted……. turned inside out and upside down!!

Yes, in effect, we are walking around inside our own Dreamtime.

We are wearing virtual reality goggles……. all hooked up to the same computer…….. the I Am.

Taking our goggles off is going to be our next trick.  

Yes, it will be just like going through a portal!  

Removing our goggles is kind of what happens when we take psychedelics.  

And that’s what psychedelics are for……. getting us in shape.

When we take psychedelics, it seems like we are lost……. all over again!  

With these drug-like trips, we’re just day-trippers.  

When E-day comes……. it’ll be a whole new ballgame.  
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And, back in this old world , it’ll be as someone let the air out.

Alterations in the Solar phenomena, dynamics and movement might be the most obvious changes.

These old goggles just won’t be working anymore.  

There will be a natural tendency for us, if we can keep our wits about us, to team up, and form exploration parties.

The effects of group minds will probably be kicking in, fairly early on.  

Lone Rangering will become increasingly disadvantageous.

And what our metabolic selves??

What is the air that we’ll be breathing, etc……?

Won’t these become life and death questions…… rather early on?  

Yes……. to be or not to be….. there’s the rub!  

And, hey, what about our smart phones ?  

Credit cards ?  

Hmmm………

And what about the flying saucers 🛸?  

It’s likely we’ll be seeing more of those around.  

We might be sticking out our thumbs……. abduct me, please!
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Ok, entanglement will be taking on a whole new perspective.

Quantum phenomena are liable to be rather more robust.

I’d definitely want to be keeping an eye out for the observer effects.

By applying various forms of group therapy, we might be looking to reduce the number of our alter ego’s.

Would this be a form of cannibalism…….. or just plain metabolism?

We might also be looking to reconstructing our Narratives.

If we’re not just bags of chemicals, then we are something else.

We will be sending out exploration parties.



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I'll be hanging out on Cold Mountain until I have a reason to leave.

Look me up maybe if you can cross the mountain passes.

BBL has a small issue………

He is a misanthrope.  It seems to be my lot to know more than my fair share……. of such.  

I am not a philanthrope.  

I merely subscribe to the bedrock of personhood…….. there is that of the I Am in every one of us.  

Every one of us is destined to be one with the One.

That is our inalienable birthright.  

Admittedly, that cosmic pipeline lies dormant……. in all too many of us.

But, nonetheless, each one of us is able to communicate, very effectively, with every one of us.  

This fact did not result from the random roll of the cosmic dice .  

This fact is exactly why you and I, sister, are here.  

Many of us are unable to grasp this fact.  

This widespread lacuna is fundamental to the foundation of our small, personal world.  

As if to underscore this fundament……. we have the historical case of the Chosen people.  

They were chosen to witness both the Alpha and the Omega…… but maybe we shouldn’t tell them this…… it might go to their heads.

And, when we say witness, this is to be taken in the most active sense.  

We can’t go over them…… we can’t go around them……

We’ve got to go through them.  

They have every egress and ingress……. thoroughly monitored.  

They are the Katechon……. and it is no mean task.  

We are all the Katechon…….. but, yes, there is also a blood aspect to this designation.  

Let us keep this fact in mind……. you and me, sister.  

It is also written, in these selfsame stars , that they should be among the very last of us to catch on……. that is the whole point of the Katechon.  

Now we have our work cut out for us……. Naturalism, here we come!  

But I thought that Naturalism was dead , on arrival.  

It is….. it was…… we just need to perform the last rites.  

Yes, and among other niceties……. it’s our privilege to stand upon these formalities.  

Yes, the gates of Heaven come supplied with a padlock .

We might think of it as the cosmic chastity belt!

three is on the job.

That is her duty……. from the very beginning…… since before the stars were in the sky …… since before there was a sky ️.  

And, yes, the Katechon is a chastity belt, in its own way.  

Yes, we might best understand the Big Bang as the cosmic padlock .  

The JWST was our somewhat misdirected attempt to pick that lock .

The fecundity of Nature somewhat belies the cosmic chastity.  

How close have we come to the Logos of Life…….. that most elusive primordial germ 🦠 cell?

Was it the seminal cell or the seminal word……. which came first?  

My money is on the Logos.  

But where does love fit into this picture…… agape?

The concepts of holism and coherence go towards filling in any gaps in agape.

Merely the superficial aspect of concept serves as a connecting principle.
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The physicists have striven mightily for the theory of everything (TOE).  

It is Pythagoras who is historically associated with that aspiration.  

And he came darned close with his harmony of the scales and the spheres…….. not to mention his harmony of the 3,4,5 right triangle.  

Did not the discovery of the Quark and the God particle put us over the top……. with the Quarks of Truth, Beauty and Charm.  

Were we not knock, knock, knocking on Heaven’s door ?  
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But then along came Geoffrey C and Kurt G with their strange and twisted loops….. �.

Had Nature thrown a monkey wrench in its own gears ?

Seems like it.

The upshot is that the physicists drank Solomon’s hemlock.

If we are denied the holy grail of cosmic coherence…….. we’re not going to let anyone else have it, either!



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Gary Lives!

The whole idea of Nature took on a dark twist with Darwin.  

We are very far from having recovered.  

The academic and scientific establishments are determined that we won’t recover.

This is the Katechon.  

But isn’t Nature red, in tooth and claw?  

And isn’t Secular Humanism as liberal as it gets?  

Well, secular humanism is the band aid with which we cover the gaping wound inflicted by Darwin.

Was Darwin mean spirited?  

Is the Creator mean spirited?  

Well, there are spirits…… and then there are spirits.  

Not all of them would you want to bring home to Mother.  

Do we want to bring the Eschaton home to Mother?  

Has the Eschaton been house broken?  

The best possible world has been house broken on the loom of Eternity.  

It is our Loom…….. it is not some alien contraption.  

Yes, we created the world…….. from behind the Rawlsian ‘Veil of Ignorance’.

By veil of ignorance, John was pointing, quite unwittingly, to the machinations of our better angels……. machinations within our collective unconscious.  

Aren’t I putting a lot of faith into some rather poorly defined twilight zone?  

Am I doing this out of desperation?  

Rather, I feel that there is a long established conversation with that still, small voice……. a presence that I could hardly distinguish, any more, from myself…… as if I ever did.  

Not one of us could do anything other.  

Well……. it all follows from that still, small voice in the night……. and what a night……. praise the angels.

If the Eschaton comes in like a lion , it will go out like a lamb .  

It will turn our ship on a dime.  

It will be climbing down every last chimney.  

The fastidious nurse ‍ made the patient without disturbing the bed.  

Don’t we know?  

It’s also called Truth Social…….. that’s right, donny, boy.  

Whatever it’s called……. don’t call it……. it’ll call you.  

Don’t we know.  
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Here’s the deal…….

The whole business of naturalism, physicalism……. etc…… has become a philosophical Gordian knot 🪢.  

I know someone who holds the magical sword ️.  

Everything in its season…….. turn, turn……
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bibi might have mislabeled the ‘axis of resistance’.

I don’t think I would put Iran on the side of the Katechon.

But, in these latter days……. labels may not amount to a whole lot.



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Just admit you have no idea what you are talking about Dan

There are no words for what this is or what we are.

Every word you could use would be inadequate.

It ends in mystery.

It ended in mystery for John Wheeler.

As it will for every one of us.

As it will for you.

As it will for your Princess and Ron.

Total mystery.

Some of us are honest about it, most are not.

This is what makes this world we built false.

It is an illusion.

A fabrication.

Whatever story you could tell yourself or anyone else about this is not what this is.

That sounds like a cope out.

Nope.

It’s a cope up.

You obviously don’t know yourself or you would know what Cold Mountain is.

You would know what the red dust means.

It is not about hating anyone, but realizing you can do nothing for anyone else.

You simply can bide your time peacefully, or you can rage.

As you like.

You are close to death and trying to comfort yourself.

Sweet old muppet.

I got your back.

The least I can do is hold your hand.

They mutter I don’t know before they die mostly in my experience.

Their minds flood their awareness with light and family.

Or they die under dark clouds terrified, as my father did.

So many ways to die.  

As there are so many different ways to live.

Please don’t pretend you know me or what this is.

I’ll only laugh at you and fart in your general direction.

Dylan Thomas wrote: Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Light can’t die.

Relax.

Go with the flow.

Fully occupy your space.

Make a big noise or none.

Straight on.

I know Gary’s future.

He’s gonna die, like the rest of us.

I love muppets who front that they understand life.

What fools.

A world full of muppet fools.

And I am the BIGGEST one!

Thank you, BBL, for providing us with your alternative voice…….

Your emotions are perfectly valid in our modern context.

I understand that mine is a voice in this modern wilderness.




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Just two bleating goats or rabbits as you like.

BBL-Eric doesn’t like labels.  

But this is about who we are…… in particular it about personhood.  

Most of us are willing to identify as persons.

I’m here to explore what, if anything, that designation may entail.  

Most of us would agree that there is a biological-metabolic aspect to that designation.  

There would be considerable disagreement as to whether personhood may entail anything beyond the biological.  

BBL occasionally defends such further entailment, but I wouldn’t try to press him on that point.  He is liable to take offense.  

On the other hand, chick goes further…….. much further…… in his metaphysical, ontological pronouncements.  

Pronouncement is both too strong and too weak of a word.

Personhood comes with an ontological component that differentiates us from the rest of the animal kingdom.  

In my case, personhood entails a strong form of Personalism….. as in the sense of Atomism, Materialism, Physicalism or Naturalism.

The suffix -ism carries an exclusive ontic designation.

Naturalism, for instance, has the explicit implication that every living thing is of natural origin…….. in the Darwinian-biological sense.  

Thus excluded would be any special creation.  

But, heck, I’m going much further………!

I’m taking off from my own, custom formulation of Quantum-Hindu logic…….

The only thing that can exist is a quantum version of Pratītyasamutpāda.

This only thing is a quantum monad that consists of a co-dependently arising Creator-Creation complex.  

Can there only be one such complex?

We might start trying to answer this question by appealing to Leibniz’ identity of indiscernibles.  

And who might the Discerner be in this case?

But let’s go back to our primordial ccc……. co-creation complex.  

What might be a feature of such a complex?

Since it’s a co-production, it’s going to want to be pleasing.

So, we could make one that’s pleasant and another one that’s more pleasant.

Does this make any sense?

And who’s to say that they could even be compared?

But would a multiplicity make any more sense than a monad?



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