Posted in Consciousness, cosmology, metaphysics, observations on May 16th, 2013
If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!I realized the other day that the reason the Devil is so pissed off is that all his beautiful evil is rooted in stupidity.
And today I realized that why God is so hooked on love is because He is [...]
Posted in cosmology, metaphysics, observations, pictures, poetry, science on Apr 30th, 2013
how things are: and CODA
perhaps it’s just
a consequence of is-ness
of one and one being two
and the cosmic numbers
they are just
what numbers do
CODA
the very next day
(working on “…Ezra’s creed”)
I realized that in the existent (the actual) 1+1≥2
so cosmic numbers emerge not from what pure numbers do
but from where the manifest
(which is non-linear)
finds it’s norm
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how things are: or the emergent
perhaps it’s just
a consequence of is-ness
of one and one being two
and the cosmic numbers
they are just
what numbers do
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Posted in Buddhism, Consciousness, cosmology, mantra, metaphysics, psychology, puzzles on Jun 5th, 2012
Ananda (and the nature of the divine)
There is a mantra in which the second line tells us that God’s form, God’s nature, is “sat, chit, ananda”.
“sat” is truth, is the real, the actual.
“chit” is mind, experience, consciousness.
and “ananda”? Everyone says ananda is bliss, almost everyone…
and it doesn’t quite compute.
The divine as the actual reality, as [...]
Posted in cosmology, metaphysics on May 28th, 2012
A bizarre Creator who fashions billions of creatures and send most of them to hell? A zealous God? Well, it would explain a lot…
A while back I wrote a poem for a Jehovah’s Witness friend…
Dear Watch Tower
Will sassy teens be redeemed
Along with soft-core sinners
Or only zealots be esteemed
Amongst Jehovah’s winners
The way [...]
Posted in Consciousness, cosmology, health, pictures, poetry, psychology on Jan 30th, 2011
and still I am fragmented
fragments of thought
of life
here watching my friend die
and in this scrawl
reaching for monuments
and still I am fragmented
tripping back to catch
a stream
a meme about
past and present
wondering if the past is gone
and then Proust is no more
then a dinosaurs snore
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