it means more than suffering

What does patior mean in Latin?

https://www.wordhippo.com/what-is/the-meaning-of/latin-word-458a0d406d91059f49780a237351f94dae494351.html

English Translation  am More meanings for patior

suffer verb
sustento, patio, accipio, recipio, succipio
allow verb
sino, permitto, admitto, committo, conmitto
endure verb
sustineo, persto, suffero, subfero, perfero
permit verb
permitto, perpetior, do, concedo, indulgeo
bear verb
gero, congero, regero, praefero, circumgesto
be passive verb
patio
undergo verb
fungor, perfungor, fero, perfero, capio
tolerate verb
tolero, suffero, subfero, sustineo, sustento
submit verb
posthabeo, concedo, obsequor, opsequor, pareo
brook verb
patio, tolero
experience verb
experior, facio, patio, utor, usurpo
abide verb
maneo, patio, tolero, habito, stabulo
let verb
sino, intromitto, permitto, patio, loco
put up with verb
patio
meet verb
offero, conpeto, concurro, congredior, occurso
go verb
vado, badisso, badizo, digredior, discedo
leave verb
relinquo, dimitto, egredior, regredior, destituo

It might be that the most important suffering is going-beyond suffering.

Is that what the four noble truths of Buddhism is pointing toward?

Is that what the archetype crucifix of Christianity points toward? 

Are we ready to see this now?

if we step outside of the metaphysical understanding

What is beyond metaphysics? 

Abstract

In his text What Is Called Thinking? Heidegger refers to thinking as thanking and states that thinking is a gift to humankind from Being. Despite Heidegger's insistence that Being is not a being, the language he uses to describe Being appears to characterize Being as a being. Heidegger's insistence that Being is not a being is related to his attempt to step outside of metaphysics, since metaphysics is unable to see the difference between beings and Being, and thereby focuses on beings when it searches for Being. It is not simply that Heidegger's language appears to make Being into a being, but rather that it appears to make Being into God, which Heidegger thinks of as a being. Yet Heidegger's conception of God as a being is limited to the metaphysical conception of God, and, as I will present in my thesis, there is a difference between the metaphysical conception of God, and the God of faith. Thus, it is only the narrowness of Heidegger's conception of God which makes Being into a being. Therefore, if we step outside of the metaphysical understanding of God we see that Being can be thought of as analogous to God, without being thought of as a being. This is precisely what I shall argue in my thesis. -- Along with discussing the analogy between God and Being I will consider whether Heidegger is successful in his attempt to step outside of metaphysics, thereby avoiding the representational and subjectivist thinking metaphysics entails. It is the language Heidegger uses in describing man's relation to Being that suggest an analogy between God and Being. Yet this analogy presents the possibility that Heidegger is able to think Being through faith in much the same way that other thinkers within the metaphysical tradition think of God. Furthermore, Heidegger appears to be trapped by a language that is inherently metaphysical, yet he attempts to escape this language by resorting to a phenomenology based on faith and poetry. In this thesis I will explore Heidegger's conception of thinking as he presents it in What Is Called Thinking?, and argue that the language Heidegger uses to describe Being make Being analogous to God. Following from this I will examine the implication of this analogy on Heidegger's attempt to step outside of metaphysics.

(-- Heidegger's concept of thinking and its relation to concepts of thanking and the gift, Keppler, Amy (2001) Heidegger's concept of thinking and its relation to concepts of thanking and the gift. Masters thesis, Memorial University of Newfoundland.)

Ok, maybe "what is" is beyond metaphysics. 

our elder sends poem germane to the day

 Our real work

It may be that when we no longer know what to do

we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go

we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

( --Poem by Wendell Berry)

meeting with resident/inmate/prisoner on labor day morning

1.

Quality

the origin of this instant arising

You and me

that which quality gives birth to

Subject and object

a convenience of duality for comparison and contrast

2.

The art of maintaining original thinking

the willingness to return to origin

To think

is alert readiness to see, hear, and appreciate what is this instant arising

Conversation

is allowing what is here to turn with participants through language & gaze

3.

Learning 

about oneself is the invitation to engage what is emerging

Sanity

is faith that what is presenting itself has quality beyond and below appearance

To become human

requires learning about suffering, learning to suffer, 

        learning to transcend     

suffering

wfh/5sept2022

an active, self-maintaining whole

What if the earth were a living being giving birth to all known life?

Would we rethink our understanding of mothering, our behavior toward the planet, and our religious metaphors? 

 GAIA, named after the ancient Greek mother-goddess, is the notion that the Earth and the life on it form an active, self-maintaining whole. By its use of personification it attacks the view that the physical world is inert and lifeless. It has a scientific side, as shown by the new university departments of earth science which bring biology and geology together to study the continuity of the cycle. It also has a visionary or spiritual aspect. What the contributors to this book believe is needed is to bring these two angles together. With global warming now an accepted fact, the lessons of GAIA have never been more relevant and urgent.

(-- description on Scribd of book, Earthy Realism: The Meaning of Gaia, By Mary Midgley, c.2012)

What if Christ were creation?

Mary, earth?

Jesus, the human mature paradigm prototype?

God, Being Itself? 

Christ Creation Fresco,

Our mythological narratives and imaging attempt to engage imagination and intuition in a journey of transcendence and diaphaneity toward integrality of intelligence and manifestation of beings, becoming and being itself.

It's an out-ing and in-ing we do not embark upon often enough.

Either way, it's a roundtrip.

such is his life

Sometimes, not showing up is just not showing up. Our egos are vulnerable possessions. 

One last story I am moved to mention here, but which, for reasons of discretion, I have not done before, concerns Derrida’s final reconciliation with Ricoeur. After Derrida’s Dublin lecture on the lie we retired to my house for dinner. During the course of the conversation, the question of Derrida’s depression came up – we had both experienced ‘dark nights’ in our lives – and he happened to mention how one of his worst bouts followed his doctoral defence when Ricoeur (his director) never showed up for the post-dissertation toast. Derrida confided that this withholding of the ceremonial blessing (as he read it) had devastated him, because Ricoeur had been an intellectual father for him since leaving his own family in Algeria to come to Paris as an émigré student. When I informed him that Ricoeur had not come to my doctoral toast either, Derrida was speechless. You too? He exclaimed. ‘Were you not shocked?’ I said not at all. I had simply picked up the phone and asked Ricoeur why he had not shown up – and had received this frank and moving response:

I am sorry Richard, but I never attend any of my student’s dissertation toasts. I have so many and must also look after my own family. I am a bad father to both my intellectual and actual children. I never give either enough time. Such is my life. I do two jobs badly, but it is all I can do. (n.p.)

Derrida was deeply affected and as soon as he returned to Paris the next day phoned Ricoeur. They agreed to meet that same afternoon in the Jardin du Luxembourg (it was early May) and stayed talking non-stop until the gardiens sent them home when the gates closed at 21:00. What they realised during their exchange was that for 30 years their respective philosophical positions (deconstructive and hermeneutic) had been speaking

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Where I speak from: A short intellectual autobiography

past each other – mishearing, misreading, miswriting – in part because of a dialogue manqué at a pivotal moment in their lives: Derrida looking for a surrogate father, Ricoeur unable to respond to a surrogate son.

Ricoeur confessed to me subsequently that after this reunion, they continued to talk on a weekly basis right up to Derrida’s untimely death from pancreatic cancer in 2002. Ricoeur wept at Derrida’s passing, confiding to me: ‘It was not fair. He should not have died before me’. Ricoeur joined his adopted spiritual son two years later in 2004. In one of the last conversations I had with Ricoeur, he told me that when he and Derrida had read my book, The God Who May Be, Derrida thought it too hermeneutic while Ricoeur thought it too deconstructionist! I shared with him a line from Seamus Heaney: ‘Two buckets are easier carried than one, I grew up in between’. He smiled.

-- Kearney, R., 2018, ‘Where I speak from: A short intellectual autobiography’, in D.P. Veldsman & Y. Steenkamp (eds.), Debating Otherness with Richard Kearney: Perspectives from South Africa, pp. 31–62, AOSIS, Cape Town. https://richardmkearney.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/where-i-speak-from-a-short-intellectual-autobiography.pdf

Sometimes, when we do enter conversation, a great deal of who we're not sure we are does show up. 

Just like that. 

haiku. (for s. gregory magni)

Dum páginæ sacræ mystéria pánderet,

While he was interpreting the Mysteries of the Sacred Volume, 

colúmba nive candídior appáruit.

there was seen upon him a dove whiter than snow.

                                                                                                                                                                          (-- Vesperas - Antiphona) 

as often I read

this has not happened to me --

still, wing-brushed leaves move 

subito, alerta

 inmate asks for a

philosophy course on Jung --

(ay mi persona) 

as the doctor's father died

 "We waited to see

if there was one more breath, and

there wasn't," he said

unsay that

 No one exists in 

isolation, not no one —

Only with (MU) one

therapeutic αρχικό philosophy

 What is your intent?

What persona faces out?

What are you hiding?

it’s september

Firstly: 

Art Of Philosophy

@Deep_philo

Become a ghost. Forget attention. Just grow in private.

2:29 PM · Aug 31, 2022·Twitter Web App

Secondly…

Hey, where’d you go?

zum beispiel

 no longer in class-

room, the aging mendicant

forgets what he knew

a good lad

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!

frohes neues jahr

 It is New Year’s Eve

This end of august, morning

Brings a fresh new start

let me know

 Wake me when he is

Arrested, put on trial, sent

Away to prison

first day

 when the teacher is

ready, the student will show

up and stare at him

as summer packs to leave, late august 2022

There are no events

only one continuous 

unveiling instant

Right there, where you are

bow reverently, stay home

your own holy place

slow to anger, abounding in love

 I haunt the zendo the way an old memory hides in the shadows of recall, or a dream dissipates with each waking second as night fades.

This porch of chapel/zendo is seldom visited now that covid-19 has detoured traffic to other roads and living rooms. 

There's no place I'd rather be -- leaves and sun-patch, distant bells from France and wheels on repaved road heading to and from town. 

If you are ok with being alone there is nothing not with you. But quietly. No inclination to instruct or correct, no obligation to make you better or demand compliance with some ritual hard to remember..

There must be a love of solitude.

Just this instant arising.

And passing away.

Like mid-afternoon breeze traveling up mountain.

God, arising as perpetual origin, has forgotten why -- with each careful step.

Creation accompanies on silent trail.

Slow and abounding!

what one man has wrought

 Dastardly lying

Shameless self promotion, raw

Insinuation 

prison conversation monday morning

 To be patient is to suffer. 

To want things to be other than they are is to suffer.

To be human is to suffer.

This instant arising

This instant arising

This instant arising

...is where quality dwells alone and undifferentiated.

Before thinking, before wanting, before dividing — this is our true face our true name.

Go figure!

leucippus would be proud but unanswering

And if opinions were abnegated? 

“Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.” —Democritus

Hello?

Can’t hear you!.

Anyone there?  

Oh God, nothing!

 "Nothing happens at random, but everything from reason and by necessity.^[3]" — Leucippus, On Mind^[4]

mercy, a hortative intention

 Who are we asking?

Miserére mihi Dómine,

O Lord, be merciful to me,  

quóniam ad te clamávi tota die:

for I have cried out to you all day long. 

quia tu Dómine suávis ac mitis es,

For you are sweet and mild, Lord,  

et copiósus in misericórdia

and plentiful in mercy 

ómnibus invocántibus te.

to all who call upon

(—from Introitus, 28aug22, feast of Augustine of Hippo)

Who wants to know? 

みんなを兄弟のように扱う *

 What reason to live — 

Ikigai — ageing slowly

Sound mind sound body

…   …   …

        * treat everyone like a brother (Japanese)

原初的內在性 *

 At edge of nowhere

Stepping into nothing i

Look through you for you

…   …   …

      * originary immanence  (traditional Chinese)

no worse, but different

Each has disappeared

Looking this way and that none

Are seen — love dissolved

nothing left to give

 bee at jule flower

quickly assesses stay go

cohorts following

out of darkness leading to dim light

center origin

where nothing becomes something

an absolute gift

followed by subject object

evaluation judgment

norma jeane's sorrowful death

"It's hard to know where to start

if you don't start with the truth." 

                        (-Marilyn Monroe, d. 4aug1962)

 the surprise isn't 

that loveless things occur, but

sometimes kindness does

ya na (you are not) alone

 I am 

Not

Alone

There is 

No

Alone

(Don’t you)

See

metaphorically unmistaken

 Who do you serve, who

receives your ministration —

(everyone) — amen

santoka’s view

 When in the mountains,

I will watch the mountains,

On rainy days

I will listen to the rain,

Spring, summer, fall, winter,

Morning is good,

Evening is good.

— Santōka Taneda 種田 山頭火

English translation: James Abrams

kvetching the contours of notoreity

 Waking with two words

grizzling, greyling — shear complaint

freshwater fishes

 habitat pollution, both

psyche and surface unclear

one bell, consecration, si nous regardons

 ask me, I prefer

propel to excel -- to move through

not surpass, but thrive

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excel (v.)

c. 1400, transitive, "to surpass, be superior to;" early 15c., intransitive, "be remarkable for superiority, surpass others," from Latin excellere "to rise, surpass, be superior, be eminent," from ex "out from" (see ex-) + -cellere "rise high, tower," related to celsus "high, lofty, great," from PIE root *kel- (2) "to be prominent; hill."

propel (v.)

mid-15c., propellen, "to drive away, expel," from Latin propellere "push forward, drive forward, drive forth; move, impel," from pro "forward" (see pro-) + pellere "to push, drive" (from PIE root *pel- (5) "to thrust, strike, drive"). Meaning "to drive onward, cause to move forward" is from 1650s.

Online Etymological Dictionary)

 

and you don’t know me

 Night office bell rings

What earthly good might it sound[s]—

Comes now to our ears

cough from down hall

 Cucumbers in bin

by road at house across from 

Snow Bowl ‘for free’ sign

indirizzo

This is what I recall.

 No traces left

             of the house where I was born:

fireflies.

                (—Sandoka Taneda) 

Hearing no further sound. 

I,

still,

listen.

as simple as you can

round bread from Whole Foods

peanut butter and chivers

umm, umm, with coffee

mind one's own, (busyness)

The eternal feminine and the wise old man. Jung looked into these two. The reality of the psyche. An apriori fact of nature, an objective phenomenon.

Each night a visit. Every dream an orientation. An ordinary psychosis disenchanting the solid belief two plus two is four.

Mandalas, found all over the world, primordial images of wholeness or totality, the Jungian investigation.  

This Wednesday, in mid-coast Maine, between mountains, my psyche drifts amnesiac between two worlds, (or is it three?) completely uncertain as to who has lived my life up to now.

Wandering through mind with Jung, Campbell, Joyce, Santoka, Pirsig, Heidegger, Dogen, and Lowell.

Not their minds.

But mind.

One's hermitage.

One's cell.

One's anchorage.

Bowing to all residue of personage who've aggregated and aggravagated the sluice passage I and every other have taken enroute here and elsewhere. 

Fellow pilgrims wandering. 

An aesthetic collating the interdisciplinary obvious. All these years later. Still wondering where any of us belong.

My brothers in prison. We meet, sit, and converse. We consider what there is to learn, how learning is teaching itself. The one revolutionary emancipation, becoming free, even in the most restrictive spaces, even between cranial confines, between sternum spine enclosure.

Our elder in Carmel encourages that I attend the shakuhachi player's 80th birthday celebration. I tell her only if I drive the 359 miles to pick her up and bring her back the 329 miles to the gathering and then take the 718 mile roundtrip returning her to her anchorite homestead.

She demurs. 

I will have to write a haiku. I will not have been not at the gathering, only not as one might appear.

I suspect, if there is a continuity of life beyond this material/physical existence, I will have to devise a series of mythopoetic contrivances to obfuscate the seemingness of anti-phenomenological semblance while honoring the integrity of affective fondness even in absentia.

"Law is born from despair of human nature."  -- Jose Ortega y Gasset

A non-sequitur doesn't mean it doesn't follow.  

Despair is as good as repair.

One could argue, less expensive.

beginning raps on wooden invitatory

 Reading Joseph Campbell on James Joyce while walking snow bowl between Ragged mountain Bald mountain Melvin hills and Hosmer pond.

The sound of words encircling archetypal foundations of thought from which all symbols form and fall and feel their way into thin air which fills our fleeting awareness with facts and falderal and fanciful fennels of  recollection.

Such as the dream I wake from tonight. The cast of characters and unopened package of pipe tobacco in jacket pocket along with honey soft cough drops.

“They lived and laughed and loved and left.”

—James Joyce, Finnegan’s Wake

One by one.

Eaves sending drops to sun porch roof.

The sound of it.

Like Basho’s unaccountable surface broken.

forgiving yourself

Not easy, being fooled.

"Treat them nice in a world that just spit on you" (--Manti T'eo, in documentary, Untold: The Girlfriend Who Didn't Exist" Netflix)

Coming through the other end, the difficult bow at end, this inexplicable play.

tagata lelei, faafetai 

 (Samoan)

good man, thank you

why not be it

Perspicacious, see

Through and through a bullet clean

And clear not killing

think/unthink intimate presence

 Heidegger was tricking us.

He said we are still not thinking. 

And we conclude that he was saying we must begin to think.

He let us mull that, and we concluded an erroneous conclusion.

Here's what I think: To think is to unthink.

To unthink is to be still. (He said:

"We are still not thinking" -- and we missed it.)

To unthink is to be

still, silent, present.

To think is to disappear into somewhere undiscoverable.

If you embrace zen, you hold nothing

and that nothing is (paradoxically) intimate presence.

Intimate presence has no outside no inside --

Only the energy* moving through the physical/spiritual universe

enroute through here/elsewhere.

Now, what if we think/unthink that?

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Definition of energy

en· er· gy |  \ ˈe-nər-jē  \

plural energies

1a : dynamic quality  narrative energy

b : the capacity of acting or being active  intellectual energyc : a usually positive spiritual force  the energy flowing through all people

2 : vigorous exertion of power : effort  investing time and energy

3 : a fundamental entity of nature that is transferred between parts of a system in the production of physical change within the system and usually regarded as the capacity for doing work

4 : usable power (such as heat or electricity)  also  : the resources for producing such power

  https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/energy