Fly, fly little wing Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain And fly again
Fly, fly precious one Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set But I won't forget
Fly, fly little wing Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right Go now, find the light
--CELINE DION Lyrics
7/3/06
7/2/06
On Post-Selfism
Post-Selfism Manifesto!
We are living in an era in which the prospect of a Post-Selfist movement is eminent. A Post-Selfist, entangled with new discoveries in cognitive sciences, finds the scientific bases for creating a new grammar of bewilderment:
“Sometimes I sits by I,” says a Post-Selfist, “and I wonders why I exists?”
“Have you ever wondered and then wondered why you wondered?” whispers as he watches the fireworks.
Post-Selfism is the attitude of a new objectivity, a new approach to the very definition of values. So, it is very typical of a Post-Selfist to ask: “Is it intelligible to rely on one’s intelligence?”
Post-Selfists are at the verge of developing a new perceptual faculty. A new faculty that transcends and transforms all internalized perceptual tools. A new faculty that cannot be imagined, explained, or conceived. Ironically, that very fact is the deriving force behind Post-Selfist movement.
As Post-Selfism starts to emerge as a novel movement in the coming years, Post-Selfists always remember that Post-Selfism is an exigency of time not a universally acclaimed truth of any sort.
--from sometime ago
We are living in an era in which the prospect of a Post-Selfist movement is eminent. A Post-Selfist, entangled with new discoveries in cognitive sciences, finds the scientific bases for creating a new grammar of bewilderment:
“Sometimes I sits by I,” says a Post-Selfist, “and I wonders why I exists?”
“Have you ever wondered and then wondered why you wondered?” whispers as he watches the fireworks.
Post-Selfism is the attitude of a new objectivity, a new approach to the very definition of values. So, it is very typical of a Post-Selfist to ask: “Is it intelligible to rely on one’s intelligence?”
Post-Selfists are at the verge of developing a new perceptual faculty. A new faculty that transcends and transforms all internalized perceptual tools. A new faculty that cannot be imagined, explained, or conceived. Ironically, that very fact is the deriving force behind Post-Selfist movement.
As Post-Selfism starts to emerge as a novel movement in the coming years, Post-Selfists always remember that Post-Selfism is an exigency of time not a universally acclaimed truth of any sort.
--from sometime ago
On Birth
I want to pick up the pen and draw a picture. Picture of an earth compartmentalized into dry lands called continents. I’m particularly interested in a little subsection within one of those compartments. That’s my homeland, …. Somewhere in the far north of this land I was born as a result of a biological urge. Maybe a preprogrammed plan to be carried out by an amature group consisting of a couple! As of the etiology of this urge: it has been called the original sin and remains the everlasting curse!
What was she doing there? I think she was giving birth to an art work….
I thought it took two to make things! But, she was alone and it was cold out there.
"It’s a very interesting artwork," I commented.
"You should tell it to the shop owner. He is sometimes too worried about it," she replied.
Deli and beverages…. Cookies and coffees and the rest was abstraction and delicate work of art….
But, what was I doing there? A gas station in Alameda…. That’s true, I had gone to Lake Thunderbird for canoeing and I biked my way back to home. It was nice!
What is life? A series of discrete events that hopefully one day we can make sense of?
-from simetime ago
What was she doing there? I think she was giving birth to an art work….
I thought it took two to make things! But, she was alone and it was cold out there.
"It’s a very interesting artwork," I commented.
"You should tell it to the shop owner. He is sometimes too worried about it," she replied.
Deli and beverages…. Cookies and coffees and the rest was abstraction and delicate work of art….
But, what was I doing there? A gas station in Alameda…. That’s true, I had gone to Lake Thunderbird for canoeing and I biked my way back to home. It was nice!
What is life? A series of discrete events that hopefully one day we can make sense of?
-from simetime ago
On Morality and Philosophy
I have a great deal of contempt for morality, intelligence, and any other concept defined in a general sense. What if a maxim does not hold in a particular situation? Should I be intimidated by its grandiose and forced to its observance? What if a different set of etiquettes pay off in a system; shall we not redefine who a gentleman is? One might provoke the subjective happiness as the driving force behind ones action. To whom I shall say: "I can see your generous soul behind your trite expressions!"
Let philosophy make us fly. Let philosophy be a cause of transcendence. Let not to degrade this all mighty product of our rationality. Let it nurture our rationality so that the mighty course of evolution selectively bypasses all other human -all too human- faculties.
Let not to enter human obduracy into this equation. Let them to annihilate in their week-kneed will. Or let philosophy command them to what behooveth them. Let not tone this instrument but by the utmost high melodies of good will.
Maybe after all I was right when I said:
Masses need direction. Directors need philosophy. Philosophers need good music. Musician shall stay away from all masses, all directors, and all philosophers!
Maybe philosophy is condemned to struggle in this quagmire of absurdness and nausea!
So let us go back to our music!
“…
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,
hear it, feel, it, secretly posess you,
…”
--from simetimes ago
Let philosophy make us fly. Let philosophy be a cause of transcendence. Let not to degrade this all mighty product of our rationality. Let it nurture our rationality so that the mighty course of evolution selectively bypasses all other human -all too human- faculties.
Let not to enter human obduracy into this equation. Let them to annihilate in their week-kneed will. Or let philosophy command them to what behooveth them. Let not tone this instrument but by the utmost high melodies of good will.
Maybe after all I was right when I said:
Masses need direction. Directors need philosophy. Philosophers need good music. Musician shall stay away from all masses, all directors, and all philosophers!
Maybe philosophy is condemned to struggle in this quagmire of absurdness and nausea!
So let us go back to our music!
“…
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,
hear it, feel, it, secretly posess you,
…”
--from simetimes ago
On Stories
I generate stories. People listen to my stories. People like my stories. Those are my stories. Every time I run out of stories I start to think how to make a new story. I don’t want just making any stories. I want to tell something that is sexy, something exotic….
Stories, they don’t just exist; they need to be created! And when they are brought into life they could be told. And depending on how interesting they are they might outlive civilizations. But, how do we generate stories? Well, stories are made of characters. One way is to pick up a character and play the role of that and eventually bring more characters into the story & so on!
I play roles. I’m the roles. Roles play me. Roles are me. I’m not the same as roles, as long as I’m not playing the roles. I am the roles; roles are me. Where is the sweet sovereignty?
--from sometimes ago
Stories, they don’t just exist; they need to be created! And when they are brought into life they could be told. And depending on how interesting they are they might outlive civilizations. But, how do we generate stories? Well, stories are made of characters. One way is to pick up a character and play the role of that and eventually bring more characters into the story & so on!
I play roles. I’m the roles. Roles play me. Roles are me. I’m not the same as roles, as long as I’m not playing the roles. I am the roles; roles are me. Where is the sweet sovereignty?
--from sometimes ago
On prejudice
Face to face with prejudice and I refuse to see it. I refuse to acknowledge it. I refuse to give it existence. I’ve long decided to blame myself, to improve my social status, and to stay focused. However, sometimes I doubt if my 'just world' ideology has any bases! If hard work and honesty does in fact liberates one from his shortcomings? What else can one do? If the true value of any philosophical disposition is to be determined based on its consequential fruits then I am bound to follow my current maxim. So, let it be!
--from sometimes ago
--from sometimes ago
Conversations with a friend (firstcomet):
The Big Dog wrote:
"To all who posses the earth:
Beyond your borders, you are a homeless kid who cannot find her mother
Beyond your borders, you do not understand anyone and no-one understands you
To all who own a house:
Beyond your house, your privacy will be violated
Beyond your Bathrooms, you are no opera singer
Beyond your bedrooms, you are not a porn star anymore!
To all who own a business
Mind you own business!
Beyond your business, it is not your business!
To all who posses any matters:
Beyond your possessions, you are the beggar!
Beyond your possessions, it is the “Mine!” of others and nothing else matters!
To all who posses a belief:
Beyond your belief, you have nothing to believe
Beyond your belief, you are lost and empty
To all who possess a culture:
Beyond your culture, you have no culture!
Beyond your orient culture, you are uncivilized and disoriented
To all who posses a friend:
Beyond your friends, you are lonely and deserted
Beyond your friends, you are the most stranger of all
To all who posses youth:
Beyond your youth, your back gets as round as a circle!
Beyond your youth, you are an old star with no audience
Beyond your youth, you are an old hero with no follower
To all who posses life:
Beyond life, you are corps of bad odor
Beyond life, no-one cannot live with you for a second
To all who posses a troubled mind:
Beyond your troubled mind, there is a beautiful mind!
Hold on to your troubled minds!
Hold on patiently to the pain of rejection
The Day of Beautiful mind will come!"
firstsignal replied:
"Beyond a glass of water there is a bottle of beer
If you have it you'll have no fear!
Beyond a bottle of beer there is a glass of wine
if you have it you'll stop to whine!
Beyond love there is reason
In reason you will find your own prison!
Beyond darkness there is light
Both being the same for a person with no eyesight!
Beyond your daily routine there is an exciting life
Which you can destroy by getting a wife!
Beyond the priests there are the laymen
The only difference, there acquaintance with the hymen!
Beyond human there is the saint
With no fault he is like a pale paint!
Beyond sitting on your butt there is an adventurous ride
Which one to choose? I let you to decide!
If you can’t afford a car you can ride on mules
The good news: they don’t use no fuels!"
"To all who posses the earth:
Beyond your borders, you are a homeless kid who cannot find her mother
Beyond your borders, you do not understand anyone and no-one understands you
To all who own a house:
Beyond your house, your privacy will be violated
Beyond your Bathrooms, you are no opera singer
Beyond your bedrooms, you are not a porn star anymore!
To all who own a business
Mind you own business!
Beyond your business, it is not your business!
To all who posses any matters:
Beyond your possessions, you are the beggar!
Beyond your possessions, it is the “Mine!” of others and nothing else matters!
To all who posses a belief:
Beyond your belief, you have nothing to believe
Beyond your belief, you are lost and empty
To all who possess a culture:
Beyond your culture, you have no culture!
Beyond your orient culture, you are uncivilized and disoriented
To all who posses a friend:
Beyond your friends, you are lonely and deserted
Beyond your friends, you are the most stranger of all
To all who posses youth:
Beyond your youth, your back gets as round as a circle!
Beyond your youth, you are an old star with no audience
Beyond your youth, you are an old hero with no follower
To all who posses life:
Beyond life, you are corps of bad odor
Beyond life, no-one cannot live with you for a second
To all who posses a troubled mind:
Beyond your troubled mind, there is a beautiful mind!
Hold on to your troubled minds!
Hold on patiently to the pain of rejection
The Day of Beautiful mind will come!"
firstsignal replied:
"Beyond a glass of water there is a bottle of beer
If you have it you'll have no fear!
Beyond a bottle of beer there is a glass of wine
if you have it you'll stop to whine!
Beyond love there is reason
In reason you will find your own prison!
Beyond darkness there is light
Both being the same for a person with no eyesight!
Beyond your daily routine there is an exciting life
Which you can destroy by getting a wife!
Beyond the priests there are the laymen
The only difference, there acquaintance with the hymen!
Beyond human there is the saint
With no fault he is like a pale paint!
Beyond sitting on your butt there is an adventurous ride
Which one to choose? I let you to decide!
If you can’t afford a car you can ride on mules
The good news: they don’t use no fuels!"
On This
Remember when you were a child and your mom would tell you stories. Remember, it sometimes would make you laugh, occasionally you couldn’t help but cry, and there always was a hero who would make it worthy to listen to that story. Well, this is a story. And you are the hero of this story. And there are always things to learn from a story. And there are always times to laugh. You sometimes dreamt of yourself as being the hero of your bedtime stories. And some other times you never met your hero in your dreams. Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean that a bedtime story is not worthy of listening. And we are all near our bedtime. So let the story go on…
--From sometimes ago
--From sometimes ago
A double-headed sword:
An analysis of feminism and reaction of the masculine world.
Women found themselves being neglected and discriminated set to make changes.
In response well established, politically and intellectually oriented masculine world resists.
It adds to the level of frustration and dissatisfaction.
The masculine world, who found itself uncomfortable with the state of affairs, devices the least costly solution:
Creating illusionary concepts:
� Emotional intelligence
� Intuition
� Sensitivity
Women accepted and celebrated the new definition.
The capitalism invested on the new concept.
As a result, women who found enough time and all the freedom to build a new world based on this new concept, grew to the point of finding the masculine world rough, emotionally unsatisfying.
And that in termed paved the road towards more intimate relationship with other woman. As being advertised by MTV, the Hours�.
On Loneliness
To be alone is to be all one. That is to be whole. So you can see yourself as you are in the mirror of your solitude. You can reflect on your past and ponder about your future.
As we are all carried away in the turbulent river of life, we seek a moment of respite by grasping on a hanging branch of the tree of solitude. While in seclusion we might feel the pressure of the river. Nevertheless, we are determined to stay firm and steadfast. Because, we know to be carried away is to lose that essence that we call the spirit of man!
"Life lived as an event is a drama. Life reduced to process becomes vegetation."--Abraham J. Heschel
--from sometimes ago
As we are all carried away in the turbulent river of life, we seek a moment of respite by grasping on a hanging branch of the tree of solitude. While in seclusion we might feel the pressure of the river. Nevertheless, we are determined to stay firm and steadfast. Because, we know to be carried away is to lose that essence that we call the spirit of man!
"Life lived as an event is a drama. Life reduced to process becomes vegetation."--Abraham J. Heschel
--from sometimes ago
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