God doesn’t
Care if I believe
In God
God only
Cares that
Love occurs
With metaphor, we are being carried within and through what seems to be right there, before us, into something off to the side, unimposing, while showing us through and through.
The author affirms that the poetical workwith language oscillates between voice and
thought, presence and absence. This argument
contributes to his statement which says that
every true poet can perfectly develop precise
reasoning and abstract thought, since the most
authentic philosophy is in the objects we
observe and reflect upon, as well as in the act of
thinking itself and its maneuvers (idem, p. 208).
Valéry approximates the act of philosophical
thought to the poet’s process of thinking, and affirms
that the poet has his/her abstract thought and, as some
say, a particular philosophy, for the poetical work
implies reflections, decisions, choices and
combinations. The author also states that the value of
a poem is in the indissolubility of sound and sense,
and the poet’s task is to give us the feeling of intimate
union between sound and spirit. He goes beyond when
he shows that this desire to get sound and sense
together is part of language itself, because there is a
priori relation between the sounds of the letters, their
union, and the meaning attributed to them. How can
“horse”, “cheval” and “cavalo” designate the same
object? According to Valéry, this process that
approximates sounds and letters and constitutes ideas
is a characteristic of metaphor.
Self’s Metaphorical Self’s Metaphorical Self’s Metaphorical
Robert Creeley: A transportação metafórica do mínimo eu, by Rubelise da Cunha)
It is both sweet and unimaginable to be carried away, to travel through and through, the unexpected and the revelation of it.
“Focus” e “Shadow”: the minimal self’s gaze
FOCUS
Patches of grey
sky tree’s
lines window
frames the
plant hangs
in middle.
SHADOW
There is a shadow
to intention a place
it comes through and
is itself each stasis
of its mindedness ex-
plicit walled into
semblance it is a
seemingly living place
it wants it fades it
comes and goes it puts
a yellow flower in a pot
in a circle and looks.
There are tired leaves holding on to nearly bare branches off northeast before barnestown road.
I glance at them.
They are seen.
Dog snores in other room
Darkness at window panes
My brothers and sisters
Pray night office from choir stalls
Say it, go ahead
Benedícam Dóminum
In ómni témpore.— I will
Bless the Lord at all times
What the Stoics call fate, which they identify with the working out of the – rational and predictable – will of Zeus, is “a certain natural everlasting ordering of the whole: one set of things follows on and succeeds another, and the interconnexion in inviolable” (Aulus Gellius, 55K). In other words, every event that occurs in the world is the result of a cause or chain of causes, so that everything that happens is metaphysically determined by preceding causes in the chain (but not logically necessary; cf. de Harven 2016). This sequence of causes is inescapable.
The inescapability of this sequence of causes leads to concerns about action and moral responsibility. The first worry, which takes the form of the so-called “lazy argument” (Cicero, 55S) is that, if all my actions and their consequences are predetermined, there is no point in acting at all: why call the doctor when ill, if it is determined that the doctor will come? The second worry is that if my actions come about by prior causes, they are not in my power and I am therefore not truly responsible for them.
In response to the former challenge, Chrysippus claimed that not all events are independent of one another. Rather, some are co-fated: part of one and the same causal chain in such a way that they cannot be dissociated. The call to the doctor and the doctor’s coming are so joined, as is the patient’s healing. The doctor will not come if she is not called, and the patient will not heal if the doctor does not come. Calling the doctor is thus not superfluous or pointless. The consequences of our actions may be predetermined, but only insofar as they are caused by our actions. Our actions are thus not pointless: we must act in order to ensure their consequences come about (see further critical discussion in Brennan 2005, ch. 16).
Well, that explains everything.
I will ask about medically assisted you know what. The thought of which does not deter my so-called journey.
He’s a nice chap, the doctor.
Until tomorrow then.
John of the Cross, imprisoned for nine months in 1577, wrote this:
To reach satisfaction in all,
desire its possession in nothing.
To come to the knowledge of all, desire the knowledge of nothing.
To come to possess all, desire the possession of nothing.
To arrive at being all, desire to be nothing.
To come to the pleasure you have not,
you must go by a way in which you enjoy not.
To come to the knowledge you have not,
you must go by a way in which you know not.
To come to the possession you have not,
you must go by a way in which you possess not.
To come to be what you are not,
you must go by a way in which you are not.
When you turn toward something,
you cease to cast yourself upon the all.
For to go from the all to the all,
you must leave yourself in all.
And when you come to the possession of all,
you must possess it without wanting anything.
In this nakedness the spirit finds its rest,
for when it covets nothing,
nothing raises it up,
and nothing weighs it down,
because it is in the center of its humility.
___ St. John of the Cross (1542-1591)
I’m unsure of many things.
Life feels tenuous. I say aloud I’m not sure I look forward to an afterlife. In fact, I prefer there not be an afterlife. No God, no angels, relatives, friends, familiarities known during this spate of existence.
Just that. No burning hell, no soothing heaven. Neither.
And why do I feel this way? I’m not sure. Perhaps it's the hermit speaking -- to be left alone -- or, in this case, to enter the alone without any interior or exterior reference.
The terrain and aesthetic of anesthesia without the bother of return.
And if there is an afterlife, perhaps one can apply for a passport exempting entrance into something while remaining outside the gates in nothing.
And if there is a God, and God is merciful, I’ll be ignored and let not be.
Why go on?
Let the psychic and material protons, electrons, neutrons, atoms and improbable units of the cosmos go their separate ways back into the universe without cohesion, shape, or identity.
I don’t know about those medieval mystics or pre-socratic philosophers and where they were pointing -- but I feel some of what they felt.
I can, I think, let it go.
When I die, you’ll never know.
Nor, most likely, will I.
Possessing not.
Watching morning light
Rising through bare branches
One more Dawn
One empty mind
Just pale grey
Beyond Buddha and cross
I cannot imagine
Being anywhere else
Nor wish to be
Anyone else
One large bird
Flies toward Bald Mountain
As cat claws box
in hallway
N’est pas vrai et belle?
Oui, mon amour, oui
The universe is thinking through you.
https://youtu.be/B3O7Yth-dqM?si=TxPcBLnwQSw0O-Zd
Is it thought made manifest?
can we?
love ourselves?
love our neighbors?
ask, go ahead, ask
yesterday,
on Election Day
cruelty lost
corruption called out
can we
hear what we said
do what is necessary?
She died today
Those years ago
Husband by her side
His Cambridge chemistry
Their Yale romance
The nun freed and out
I didn’t know
She’d been ill
I didn’t know
Ten years ago
Fifty years later
The flower ungrasped
Children’s hands
Offering sweet petals
A frozen picture
Devoted friendship
Fallen frieze
Crumbled into words
Where, gratefully received,
A slow honoring bow
To each thanks and yes
God
God is
God is not
God is not only
God is not only good
God is not only good but
God is not only good but impossible
God is not only good but impossible too
God is not only good but impossible to fathom.
But holiness knows this.
Which is why there are so few saints.
Cheers to the unfathoming few
Silently among us
Watts and Taoism, delightful All Saints imbroglio of his life and mine, sun streaming into wohnkūche on the morning of ambivalent hour and the last roll of cloud paper in WC.
Sitting still, doing nothing, and falling leaf shadow passes through peripheral vision.
WU WEI – DOING NOTHING 無爲
Wu wei means – in Chinese – non-doing or ‘doing nothing’. It sounds like a pleasant invitation to relax or worse, fall into laziness or apathy. Yet this concept is key to the noblest kind of action according to the philosophy of Daoism – and is at the heart of what it means to follow Dao or The Way. According to the central text of Daoism, the Dao De Jing: ‘The Way never acts yet nothing is left undone’. This is the paradox of wu wei. It doesn’t mean not acting, it means ‘effortless action’ or ‘actionless action’. It means being at peace while engaged in the most frenetic tasks so that one can carry these out with maximum skill and efficiency. Something of the meaning of wu wei is captured when we talk of being ‘in the zone’ – at one with what we are doing, in a state of profound concentration and flow.
wu wei
Wu wei is closely connected to the Daoist reverence for the natural world, for it means striving to make our behaviour as spontaneous and inevitable as certain natural processes, and to ensure that we are swimming with rather than against currents. We are to be like the bamboo that bends in the wind or the plant that adjusts itself to the shape of a tree. Wu wei involves letting go of ideals that we may otherwise try to force too violently onto things; it invites us instead to respond to the true demands of situations, which tend only to be noticed when we put our own ego-driven plans aside. What can follow is a loss of self-consciousness, a new unity between the self and its environment, which releases an energy that is normally held back by an overly aggressive, wilful style of thinking.
https://www.theschooloflife.com/article/wu-wei-doing-nothing/
All the times I’ve run into a wall (who put that there?) this body and psyche have been bruised and cut. Time takes care of rescinding each impasse leaving a log of the body’s insults and mind’s trauma.
This morning, cat on lap, I delight that elsewhere buddhist, christian, jewish, muslim, hindu, and atheistic compañeros are practicing (or non-practicing) their take on the world and existence with an equanimous mind and beneficent spirit equal to the radiant sunlight crawling up this chair.
What do we have to do?
How live through this ephemera?
Whither prayer? Why and why not?
Reverence.
I bow to each and all, worthy or unworthy, selvedged or unselvedged.
And remain sitting in the stillness of this passing moment.
Unreservedly grateful.
Listening to Evil in Modern Thought: An Alternative History of Philosophy, Susan Neiman (Interview Adaptation), I am pointed to Rousseau.
G E N E R A L R E M A R K S .
T h e O b j e c t o f E d u c a t i o n .
C O M I N G from the h a n d of the A u t h o r of all things,
everything is g o o d ; in the h a n d s of m a n , everything
degenerates. M a n obliges one soil to nourish the productions
of another, one tree t o ' b e a r the fruits of another ; he mingles
and confounds climates, elements, seasons ; he mutilates his
dog, his horse, his slave. H e overturns everything, disfigures
e v e r y t h i n g ; he loves deformity, m o n s t e r s ; he desires
t h a t nothing should be as nature m a d e it, not even m a n himself.
T o please him, m a n must be broken in like a h o r s e ;
man m u s t be ad ap te d to m a n ' s own fashion, like a tree in
his g a r d e n .
W e r e it not for all this, m a t t e r s would be still worse. N o
one wishes* to be a half-developed being ; and in the present
condition of things, a m a n left to himself among others from
his birth would be the most deformed among them all.
Prejudices, authority, necessities, example, all the social
institutions in which we are submerged, would stifle nature
in him, a n d would p u t nothing in its place. I n such a m a n
n a t u r e would b e like a shrub sprung u p by chance in the
midst of a highway, and jostled from all sides, b e n t in every
direction, b y the passers-by.
P l a n t s are improved b y cultivation, and m e n b y education.
If m a n were born large and strong, his size and strength
would be useless to him until he had learned to use t h e m .
T h e y would be prejudicial to him, by preventing others from
thinking of assisting him ; a n d left to himself he would die of
wretchedness before he h a d known his own necessities. W e
pity the state of infancy ; we clo n o t perceive t h a t the h u m a n
race would have perished if m a n h a d not begun b y being a
child.
W e are born weak, we need s t r e n g t h ; we are born destit
u t e of all things, we need a s s i s t a n c e ; we are born stupid,
we need judgment. All t h a t we have not at our birth, a n d
t h a t we need when grown u p , is given us b y education.
This education comes to us from n a t u r e itself, or from
other men, or from circumstances. T h e internal developm
e n t of our faculties a n d of our organs is the education^
n a t u r e gives us ; the use we are t a u g h t to m a k e of this development
is the education we get from other m e n ; and what
we learn, b y our own experience, about things t h a t interest
u s , is the education of circumstances.
Each of lis is therefore formed by three kinds of teachers.
T h e pupil in whom their different lessons contradict one
another is badly educated, and will never be in h a r m o n y with
himself; the one in whom they all touch upon the samo
points and t e n d toward the same object advances toward
t h a t goal only, and lives accordingly. H e alone is well educated.
N o w of these three different educations, t h a t of nature does
not depend upon us ; t h a t of circumstances d e p e n d s upon us
only in certain respects ; t h a t of men is the only one of
which we are really masters, a n d that solely because we
think we are. F o r who can hope to direct entirely the speech
a n d conduct of all who surround a child ?
(Beginning of Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s Emile; or Concerning Education, 1762)
Reading too many accounts of paedophilia, rape, sexual abuse, infidelity, and promiscuity I have, of a sudden, begun to think that the matter with humans is the obsession of man (men) to insert themselves into everything, especially other human beings.
There seems to be an acceptance of men sticking himself in everything, from other bodies, to everyone’s business.
I don’t know what to do with such an observation.
I’m also not sure what to think about evil.
Or God.
It is All-Hallow’s Eve. The Thin Place. That supposed time when the veil between ‘worlds’ is thinnest and accessibility of communication is at hand.
We hurt one another. Earthquakes crush people. Tsunamis wash people away. We’ve been taught that man has sinned and screwed up the world. We’ve been told that God-Itself became man to save and redeem humankind and wash away sin. So many stories. So many explanations. So unconvincing.
We heard when younger to ‘mind your own business.’
All around us we also heard ‘stick it to them.’
I still don’t know what to think.
I, still; don’t know: what? to think?
AI Overview [1, 2]. Evil
Definitions by Part of Speech
Key Perspectives
And yet, I ask. We ask. We’re more than curious. Our lives, perhaps our fates, are in the balance.
AI Overview
Albert Einstein did not actually ask or write whether the universe was benevolent or friendly; the famous quote is a widespread misattribution.
Quora +1
The Misattribution
What Einstein Actually Believed