Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
'Cause I'm the man on the outside lookin' in
Waiting on the first step
Show me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in
From the cold
Turn my lead
'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the readies
Wot's uh, the deal?
Gotta make it to the next meal
Gotta keep up with the turning of
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
You turn to speak, but you're alone
A million miles from home, you're on your own
So let me in
From the cold
Turn my lead
'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
With her by my side
If she prefers, we will never stir
Someone said, "The Promised Land!"
So I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside lookin' out
Hear me shout,
"Come on in!
Wot's the news?
Where ya been?"
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old
- Roger Waters
clenchedfist00: faith is knowledge from a distance
in deeply sublime moments we just know - but what it is we know, though words from some or other tradition may (or may not) be appropriate poetic expressions of it, is nonetheless wordless and quite resistant to the mind much as the corner of a piece of paper curls away in agony from a flame
hence the distance: we are distant in that we rarely experience this "knowledge" and rely therefore on the memory of our rare experiences of it - to say i have faith is to say that i viscerally remember these mystical knowings and i find them compelling enough to live my life with such solar eclipses as my horizon, and as that which i orbit
and all orbit is from a distance
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clenchedfist00 in reply to Empty_Everest: all well and good ev but you did not answer my question: if you say we are created to receive, but that we can learn to bestow, how can this happen? i am pointing out what seems to be a contradiction in your beliefs, assuming i have adequately understood you - if you are making the claim that kabbalah is a "science" that understands the "mechanics" of spirituality, you will need first of all to demonstrate that your assertions do not contradict each other, before you can begin to argue that they are true
Empty_Everest: Everything has a process, stages... the attribute of Bestowing it is given by the Creator after we have labor, after we have gone through specific spiritual stages, it is a Sabbath... a Sabbath it is a gift from Above, we must attain that attribute but it is given by the Giver.
i am going to apply to Guy Fieri's Smokehouse, i am very excited about the new Waterside, it fell into disrepair in the 90s and was a heartbreaking sight, we have a beautiful little downtown, safe, nice, lots of restaurants, a pagoda with a traditional chinese tea house in it, lots of waterfront, museums, an adjacent victorian arts district and a smaller neighborhood with cobblestone streets and lamps, the whole central western section of norfolk is beautiful and a joy to walk around in ... but then at the south end, where there used to be this wonderful, unique place on the water with restaurants and bars, outdoor concerts, etc there has now been just an abandoned building ... now it is coming back in a big way, and i want to be a part of it, if only part time while i go to school
clenchedfist00: asian stir fry with baked tofu, bean sprouts, shiitake mushrooms, bok choy and bamboo shoots in a miso/coconut milk sauce with curried brown jasmine rice
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clenchedfist00: when things get too freaky i like to just return to the world i know, coffee, food, spending time with my wife ... the quantum singularity will take care of itself, in the meantime, have a good espresso and conversation with good friends
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theKnaveofNevermore: sorry for the late return, lol i forgot to account for daylight saving, but yes the grind may be adjusted manually by lifting the spring tension on the central rotational linkage shaft, supporting the secondary grinder platform resting or rather suspended above the main grind bowl, the lowering of the secondary grinder plate closes the gap between the two grinder section, the narrower the gap, the finer the coffee. once down to the desired position with the required gap, the locking nut may be adjusted from the top of the rotational shaft fixing the shaft in place. so yeah you can grind fine, or course. just getting my sheldon on. lol
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theKnaveofNevermore: well actually i always kind of thought that was what a hallucination was, speculatively, never have been on acid i have no idea, i,m not a doctor, i only play one on TV. as it were. but it sounds like dreams overlapping with conscious reality and not being able to tell the difference. i actually dreamt last night about climbing a radio tower, not a normal one which is essentially a glorified ladder into the heavens, but a stairs/landing configuration, back and forth flight after flight, but quite open to the air, a cage work tower. now in life i would never in a million years go near such a contraption, and if by sound outlandish scenario i can't even imagine, find myself so many levels up, it seems almost as if the clouds are mostly below me, i would by arcwelded to the frame so severely that the rescue crew would require the jaws of life to pry my corps( i would have long since simply expired from shear terror) off the steal work i had wrapped myself around. so, or ergo , even better, clearly i knew on some level i was dreaming, and was ultimately in no immediate jeopardy, although the realness of it all, the wind, the strange people below me i seemed to be getting away from, or the ones above i was following? i do not recall my motivation, i simply was on this big stupid tower having what i could only call an anxiety attack, but not so fearful that i could not continue climbing. i suppose a hallucination is the loss of the governor that allows us to tell the difference, and yeah that would be horrifying man.
clenchedfist00: thank you everest, i put a lot of heart and thought into the music i post here, and it always gladdens my heart when you guys appreciate it ... sometimes at night i scour youtube for two hours and find nothing post-worthy, but i am just looking for that one gem ... for a long time i was posting three a night, i felt that was the maximum i could post per day in good taste .... and with this particular post i tried to create a three movement concerto of sorts, the first being moderate in pace and introducing the general themes, setting the tone ... the second being slower, more emotional and sublime ... the third being faster, more bombastic, bringing everything to a close ... i'm not sure if this was perceived by anyone else though, the connections might have just been in my head
clenchedfist00: "What I know, what is certain, what I cannot deny, what I cannot reject—this is what counts. I can negate everything of that part of me that lives on vague nostalgias, except this desire for unity, this longing to solve, this need for clarity and cohesion. I can refute everything in this world surrounding me that offends or enraptures me, except this chaos, this sovereign chance and this divine equivalence which springs from anarchy. I don't know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me—that is what I understand. And these two certainties—my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle —I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my condition?
If I were a tree among trees, a cat among animals, this life would have a meaning, or rather this problem would not arise, for I should belong to this world. I should be this world to which I am now opposed by my whole consciousness and my whole insistence upon familiarity. This ridiculous reason is what sets me in opposition to all creation. I cannot cross it out with a stroke of the pen. What I believe to be true I must therefore preserve. What seems to me so obvious, even against me, I must support. And what constitutes the basis of that conflict, of that break between the world and my mind, but the awareness of it? If therefore I want to preserve it, I can through a constant awareness, ever revived, ever alert. This is what, for the moment, I must remember. At this moment the absurd, so obvious and yet so hard to win, returns to a man's life and finds its home there. At this moment, too, the mind can leave the arid, dried-up path of lucid effort. That path now emerges in daily life. It encounters the world of the anonymous impersonal pronoun "one," but henceforth man enters in with his revolt and his lucidity. He has forgotten how to hope. This hell of the present is his Kingdom at last. All problems recover their sharp edge. Abstract evidence retreats before the poetry of forms and colors. Spiritual conflicts become embodied and return to the abject and magnificent shelter of man's heart. None of them is settled. But all are transfigured. Is one going to die, escape by the leap, rebuild a mansion of ideas and forms to one's own scale? Is one, on the contrary, going to take up the heart-rending and marvelous wager of the absurd? Let's make a final effort in this regard and draw all our conclusions. The body, affection, creation, action, human nobility will then resume their places in this mad world. At last man will again find there the wine of the absurd and the bread of indifference on which he feeds his greatness.
"I shall use two comparisons here. Mystics, to begin with, find freedom in giving themselves. By losing themselves in their god, by accepting his rules, they become secretly free. In spontaneously accepted slavery they recover a deeper independence. But what does that freedom mean? It may be said, above all, that they FEEL free with regard to themselves, and not so much free as liberated. Likewise, completely turned toward death (taken here as the most obvious absurdity), the absurd man feels released from everything outside that passionate attention crystallizing in him.
"In the same way (this is my second comparison) the slaves of antiquity did not belong to themselves. But they knew that freedom which consists in not feeling responsible. Death, too, has patrician hands which, while crushing, also liberate."
- Albert Camus
if i could, i would
the avenues of thought so forced and congested
every block is a red light
no avenue traveled to its natural end, and somehow
they end up where they began, as though
i hadn't moved at all
it's like a passcode
you never know
if you have any of the characters right
until all of them are at once
or cylinders in an engine
one moving, vainly, independently of the others
each takes its turn, logically
walking engages them all
there comes a sense
that a formal investigation is useless
that it systematically diffuses
what would otherwise rise on its own
but too many stairways leading nowhere
up, and down again
have withered my joints to the bone
and my mind spins in wild circles
but fails to turn over
and i sit down
clenchedfist00: sorry everyone ... parents in town plus minecraft obsession = no time to look at wire wall ... on the plus side i am making serious progress on my cave city
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theKnaveofNevermore: hahaha, awesome man, take no prisoners, unless they look sad and genuinely repentant. , lol, i played online call of duty once a while back, world at war. i had heard the legend that people camp in games. they just hang out and do nothing,, i really to this day do not understand the dynamic. i had never seen any and frankly did not really even believe it. till one time i was motoring about on a rather dead map, no one was around, and i began out of shear boredom, doing a door to door sweep of the village. hey i was a soldier on the payroll it was my job. anyway, i come to this one house and i,m doing the room to room thing, ( you really have to appreciate the level of work that goes into writing the scenery. detail. and that was world at war, a million years ago, ) so i get to the living room and holy hell like ten guys were in there, just in various modes of repose. i stood there for a moment , i expected to get shot, at the very least. i backed out of the room, a little freaked out. then i tossed a couple of grenades in. not my proudest moment as a gamer, hey i was incountry for hours by that point, the stress was crazy. anyway. i gave up on playing CofD online, just way too many cheat coders running around. one guy, came at me from like out of no where just like the flash, then stopped dead in front of me and shot me in the head. that was considered a good way to go .
clenchedfist00 in reply to theKnaveofNevermore: i don't play survival mode or multiplayer at all, i literally just build stuff, the effect of both natural and manmade surroundings is something i feel powerfully, the way a building's angle relative to another building feels, i can create beauty in minecraft, cities the way they ought to look ... what i make looks a lot like old european cities, i like staircases, narrow streets made for walking, intimate squares and cobblestone, arches ... ah it's time to work on my half underground beachfront restaurant
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theKnaveofNevermore: hate for one another has, as you say always existed, but more specifically hate for that which is not us, or like us, or familia. our group was our family, and even if there was often discord within the family, resources were always pulled together to vanquish the outsiders. those that were not us. we call it racism now. but once, in the distant past it was the difference between life and death. two world wide conflagrations in the life span of a single generation left humanity reeling in the horror of what its capabilities were. people forget however, and nothing is ever really learned. it is a cancer but it is human nature, in the end any species that does not face adversity can not evolve, evolution is biology,s triumph over natures obstacles. humanity has run out of obstacles to though ourselves against in challenge, we have only each other to spar with now.
Empty_Everest: We are the obsticle to ourselves, we cannot conquer Nature, which is part as well within us, but only transcend it to correct it and shifting it, in order for it to be we necessitate to know what I need to transform about myself and only by discovering the difference between " What I think I am versus What I really am" it can be done, discovering the opposite states within me are the key to attain the full spectrum of observing objectively the self.
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theKnaveofNevermore: music emotes. even animals understand the sound of pleasure, just as they know what fear sounds like and an entire troop my be moved into action based on that sound. i have always thought it interesting to consider that it was first our invention of fire, that was the catalyst to much of what we would think of as linguistic development, certainly we made sounds before that, but other than connecting with one another only in the most oblique emotional way, very little else was being conveyed. ( i think) however once we had fire, and sat in a circle with our vulnerable backs to the black of night, and the eating was done, the thoughts in our heads, that must have existed for some great period before, found need to be expressed. this humanity had to learn to do. in time it became apparent that we had tales to tell that by the fire light took on the power to dazzle and enthrall. perhaps we began to communicate, because at some point, we really wanted to get to know one another. the impetus was such. or not who knows, maybe clark was right, and it was the alien obelisk.
Empty_Everest: The need to communicate came because our necessity to survive, communication was "mutual guarantee" protect one another, creating a group with familiar needs and intentions. So indeed the impetus was such... the most primordial need... survival.
theKnaveofNevermore: i would not argue that, but it is worth considering that we were surviving for 200,000 years, quite nicely before we began jabbering at one another. fossil record you see, no disputing science.
clenchedfist00: ``A common dissatisfaction with Wittgenstein`s position is what he described as the `craving for generality` (BB 17) - in this case, for some general, uniform account of meaning. Whereas in the Tractatus he had offered an account of `the essence of a proposition` (T 19), he now tells us: `There are countless kinds` of sentences and words (PI 23); their functions being as diverse as those of objects in a tool-box: a hammer, pliers, a saw, a screw-driver, a rule, a glue-pot, glue, nails and screws` (PI 11). Now it would be satisfying if we could reduce this apparent diversity to a single type or model, as has often been done to advantage in science and mathematics. This would give us a sense of progress and achievement, unlike a philosophy that merely `leaves everything as it is` (PI 124). But, says Wittgenstein, a philosopher should resist the temptation to emulate the aims and methods of science. `It can never be our job to reduce anything to anything`, and `elegance is NOT what we are aiming for` (BB 18-19). Nor should we regard logic as `something sublime`, that tries to `see to the bottom of things` (PI 89) in the hopes of discovering the essence of meaning.
The motivation described here by Wittgenstein may be compared to the quest for `the meaning of life`. There are various ways in which a person`s life, or episodes in it, might ordinarily be described as meaningful or meaningless. But sometimes these piecemeal descriptions strike us as superficial; we find ourselves asking whether there is not something at the bottom of it all - a kind of essential meaning of human life in general, behind the appearance of episode and diversity. This may lead us to postulate a supernatural realm, the repository of a meaning that is beyond human understanding. And this in turn may lead to difficulties (of a kind familiar to theologians) about connecting this meaning with the world of experience in which we actually live.
``The meaning of the world (assuming there is such a meaning) could not be part of the world; for if it were, then we could ask what was the meaning of the whole including that part.``
- Oswald Hanfling, `Wittgenstein`s Later Philosophy`
theKnaveofNevermore: i enjoy the complexity of language, it can be oversimplified, especially if the tools, and i do find the application of the tool terminology appropriate. are limited. binary just has no poetry in it.