tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17498157.post7746815386265959098..comments2023-10-01T08:03:04.444-04:00Comments on Dove Tale Writers: Arthur Koestler's a Bleedin' Genius!Dove Tale Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15695792370927170911noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17498157.post-8933505179914854152013-01-19T10:23:06.343-05:002013-01-19T10:23:06.343-05:00top [url=http://www.c-online-casino.co.uk/]free ca...top [url=http://www.c-online-casino.co.uk/]free casino games[/url] check the latest [url=http://www.casinolasvegass.com/]casinolasvegass.com[/url] free no store bonus at the leading [url=http://www.baywatchcasino.com/]baywatch casino <br />[/url].Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17498157.post-13857934197422131852007-03-17T21:09:00.000-04:002007-03-17T21:09:00.000-04:00You guys are soooooo deep. An ocean, yes. I love y...You guys are soooooo deep. An ocean, yes. I love you both - but how could I not love the ocean of you? It's my nature....<BR/><BR/>And Larry, not to get caught up in your and Netty's conversation - more mundane things on my mind - which of course is the crux of this conversation - I am really impressed that you did that link thing in the body of the your blog posting that lead to your poem. Way kool....<BR/><BR/>Okay, buddhism. Larry, what do you like best about it? Or rather, find the most satisfying? The mental reasoning, the logic? Or the practical expeience of it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17498157.post-33841361481213703742007-03-17T18:24:00.000-04:002007-03-17T18:24:00.000-04:00Frictionless but not featureless.Why am I thinking...Frictionless but not featureless.<BR/><BR/>Why am I thinking about the ocean? Always movement. An ocean can be calm. Still moves. An ocean can be wild. Driven by wind. Underground earthquakes. Tiny waves. huge waves. Little fish. Huge fish. Whales. Storms. Don’t they cause friction? Can the ocean be a feature without friction?<BR/><BR/>Do people see the ocean as they are? The universe as they are?<BR/><BR/>Why are they what they are?<BR/><BR/>In a book ”Deceptions and Myths of the Bible,” Lloyd M.G. Graham writes:<BR/><BR/>“Stars are Suns. Suns are centers of violent forces. When an old star dies, it becomes a young planet, and that violence is still in it, hence the earthquake and volcano. When life forms appear on it, that violence is in them also; it is in us , and that drives us to war and killing. If we would have peace, we must learn the cause of war.”<BR/><BR/>That points to people, creatures, being what nature is. Born from violent forces. So if people see the ocean as they are, they see what made them what they are.<BR/><BR/>Maybe Rainer Maria Rilke comes closer, “How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are the beginning of all people, the myths about the dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses? Perhaps all the dragons of out lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.<BR/><BR/>Here dragons, violence, and princesses, beauty? are one and the same thing. Duality but one.<BR/><BR/>Do, in principal, not think Buddha and Jesus the same way? Wasn’t Jesus really preaching balance? Forget what people make of him. Did he not love sinners and saints alike? Wasn’t he aiming at something beyond good and evil, something way other than how people believe things are?<BR/><BR/>You think Jesus studied Buddhism among other ways of life?<BR/><BR/>Isn’t there a principal to the universe that occasionally, rarely, seems to be grasped by a human, and that human is named different ways, according to time and times, Buddha, Jesus, Arthur Koestler…<BR/><BR/>Whatever, I wouldn’t want to meditate and study and lock myself away, to learn about this, to seek the perfect answer, to the loss of the beauty of nature. Something tells me that we have to live the world we have, fully aware. Appreciate the wonders we are surrounded with. Connect the inner and outer. Find the balance within.<BR/><BR/>Enough for now. I am looking out to your new Mental Blog post on all this.<BR/><BR/><BR/>W.T.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17498157.post-76762565382651083572007-03-16T23:53:00.000-04:002007-03-16T23:53:00.000-04:00Key phrase, WT, "we are the battleground, our task...Key phrase, WT, "we are the battleground, our task to see them equal..."<BR/><BR/>Larry's always thinking in Buddhist terms these days...so, you are right, as human beings we're not set up for no contrast. We live in a dualistic universe. Non-dualism makes no sense to a human. But to Buddha it does. The Buddha says our mind (or call it soul) is not a duality, not something contrasted, but simple pure clear light (energy). But we're confused about this, building up for so long all our likes and dislikes, concepts and contrasts...we can't remember what the clear light was/is really like.<BR/><BR/>Your artist friend is maybe right, maybe not. The Buddha recognizes duality, recognizes contrast, but makes no judgment about this. Because judgment/discrimination is one of the things that creates suffering. They say Buddha can have a man on one side offering him the greatest riches you can imagine, and a man on the other side slashing his arm, and Buddha has equal love and compassion for both. He knows the difference, but it does not affect his "feeling" for either one. So, Larry's thinking maybe Nirvana is frictionless but not featureless.<BR/><BR/>Larry will have to write a longer post on Mental Blog. He's been thinking about it already, but it may be a while before it's finished.<BR/><BR/>(Recognizing a chair as a chair...Larry lately read more about Picasso...a lot of artists and art lovers and critics spent a lot of time trying to do just that with Picasso's Cubist paintings...the book he just finished reading made a point of saying that Picasso never, ever, became totally abstract...but he seems to have pushed the limits of representation as far as they could go)Larry Keilerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17712568631874956243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17498157.post-28626501919015071552007-03-16T22:39:00.000-04:002007-03-16T22:39:00.000-04:00I remember a conversation I had long ago with one ...I remember a conversation I had long ago with one of the artist who worked in the same department as I did, at the newspaper. It was in the trend of your poem. No frictions, no sorrow, no bad things, no extreme happiness, just constant contentment. I argued that it would probably be boring. He said, (His name was Nico and I was in love with him, which he didn't know) that it wouldn't be boring, because that was all we would know. Nothing else to compare it with.<BR/><BR/>He also told me that no matter how abstract your art, no matter how off beat your drawing, a chair would still have to be recognized as a chair. He drew me some examples.<BR/><BR/>He was a piano player. Maybe he still is. I was seventeen. He was thirty four. I am seventy one. He would be eigthty eight. Maybe his pitch black hair is white now. What contrast!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17498157.post-66257137787956563282007-03-16T21:07:00.000-04:002007-03-16T21:07:00.000-04:00Oh,oh, when I was walking Simon, (dog) I suddenly ...Oh,oh, when I was walking Simon, (dog) I suddenly seemed to remember that I have blogged the poem by Nancy Wood before. Can't remember when. Sorry if I went into repeat. But it has to do with that contrast we live which makes the non-frictional universe so incomprehensible to me. Is it even harder to grasp for people that are exposed to the four seasons, especially for those who live in the North? <BR/><BR/>Once I wrote,<BR/><BR/>Dark we say is evil, Light we say is good, though in cold, black dark we'd die, and in hot, white light we'd perish. One consuming the other would make a blank. We are the battleground, our task to see them equal. In their balance lies the promise of the rainbow; in colour we live.<BR/><BR/>w.t.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17498157.post-54099627106335535712007-03-16T19:16:00.000-04:002007-03-16T19:16:00.000-04:00When I read this post I immediately thought of the...When I read this post I immediately thought of the poem in your blog, Larry, about the universe without contrast. I didn't know quite what to say about it. I love the poem. But the concept , although not strange to me, always gives me the feeling that there is something amiss. Maybe it is just that we as human beings are not made up to understand no contrast. <BR/><BR/>I ever had a book written by Arthur Koestler.(Or was it about him?) I can see the book on the place of my shelf it ever was, long ago, in a different place. But it doesn't seem to have come with me through all movements. Oh well!<BR/><BR/>Anyhow, reading along The following poem with the "Two Worlds" concept came to my mind. It's long, I hope it copies into the blog. Here she comes. <BR/><BR/>TWO WORLDS<BR/><BR/> (from Spirit Walker by Nancy Wood.)<BR/><BR/>For us there are Two Worlds of being.<BR/>The First world is the outer world we live in,<BR/>A shell that encases the body, an attitude<BR/>That stifles the mind and pretends<BR/>That money is the measure of worth.<BR/><BR/>The first world is harsh, though comfortable,<BR/>Alluring, though vain. It is the popular world<BR/>Where everyone longs to be, yet once they arrive.<BR/>They dream of new directions. In this world<BR/>Everything cost something and what is free costs more.<BR/><BR/>The First world is one of wheels and destination,<BR/><BR/>Membership dues and limitations. It is sanctuary<BR/>For those who desire conformity in all things.<BR/>Here duplicate people wearing duplicate clothes<BR/>Speak a language without meaning, and think thoughts<BR/>Without substance to their form.<BR/><BR/>The First world is where everyone lives, yet<BR/>No one actually survives. It is an acceptable address<BR/>Where you forfeit all that you are for what<BR/> You will never become and what you are not<BR/>Is what you are those around you to remember.<BR/><BR/>The first word has power, but no strength.<BR/>It is one of mirrors, but no reflection.<BR/>In this world, there is success, but no mystery.<BR/>Goals, but no journey, In this world,<BR/>Boundaries keep ideas from colliding.<BR/><BR/>The Second World is the inner world of harmony,<BR/>Where you can go anytime your spirit aches for company.<BR/>Here you can listen to the songs of rocks and leaves and<BR/>Embrace the wisdom of rivers and essential things contained<BR/>In raindrops or a flower’s belly or the earth’s warm breath of spring.<BR/>In this world, beauty is companion to mystery.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>The Second World is one of joy and curiosity,<BR/>A connecting thread to birds and oceans, plants and animals.<BR/>The Second world is one of children’s laughter, Woman’s songs,<BR/>Men’s stories, the essence that remains long after the experience<BR/>Has passed on. In this world all circles return.<BR/><BR/>The Second world is where you can travel<BR/>On the wings of dreams or the tails of newborn stars.<BR/>This world is revealed through rainbow’s colored eyes,<BR/>Or in a spider’s silver road between two leaves,<BR/>Or even in silence, the kind that follows ecstasy.<BR/>The Second World is able to survive without the first,<BR/>But the first world cannot last long without the second.<BR/>The Second world offers meaning to existence<BR/>While the First World offers existence only.<BR/>Between these two worlds<BR/>Lies reason, the seam that connects one world to another.<BR/>The Second world is yours for no money.<BR/>The First world is yours for no effort.<BR/>Which one will you choose?<BR/><BR/>Ha, it worked. That's All folks, for now.<BR/><BR/>w.t.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com