last night wrote:i flew to the top of the cliff
peering over i found a hostage situation, man holding younger woman
hovered for a moment
let him fall...
only to have him realize the potential of flight within himself
on the ground, pinned, felt his teeth working to connect between two layers of my skin
i called out to my body and awoke...
drank some water, relieved myself, and returned...
our emnity continued in an acedemical environ
but now i found love from woman and bird
stronger...faster...more cunning i became
over and over again i fought
when he was spent, i left him to the care of the teacher that had shown me love, and awoke
the fire elf wrote:most loving creature in all creation that has presented itself thus far
William Shakespeare, Act 1, Prologue of Henry V:
Chorus: O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
. Aware and fully conscious oneness with soul is then achieved in a most loving way, and all cells of the physical body are flooded with the Ocean of Divine Love and Divine Bliss for any period of durationâ€”hours, days, weeks, until the individual shifts his awareness from the soul back to the physical body. Being fully functional in this world, his awareness stays in connection with the Divine. But some "strange" conditions accompany this stateâ€”better health (the body is sustained by Divine Grace), better feelings (even for other people who may contact the body which the enlightened soul has reidentified with) and various miraculous happenings may occur in connection with the Enlightened one.lesser evolved wrote: and the heart stops beating
1932, Brave New World, Huxley wrote: After the scene in the fertilizing Room, all upper-caste London was wild to see this delicious creature who had fallen on his knees before the Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning --- or rather the ex-Director, for the poor man had resigned immediately afterwards and never set foot inside the center again --- had flopped down and called him (the joke was almost too good to be true!) "my father."
Linda, on the contrary, cut no ice; nobody had the smallest desire to see Linda. To say one was a mother --- that was past a joke: it was an obscenity. Moreover, she wasn't a real savage, had been hatched out of a bottle and conditioned like any one else; so couldn't have really quaint ideas.
The return to civilization was for her the return to soma, was the possibility of lying in bed and taking holiday after holiday, without ever being made to feel as you always felt after peyotl, as though you'd done something so shamefully anti-social that you could never hold your head up again. Soma played none of these unpleasant tricks. The holiday it gave was perfect and, if the morning after was disagreeable, it was so, not intrinsically, but only by comparison with the joys of the holiday.
The remedy was to make the holiday continuous.
The doctor confided to Bernard, "One day the respiratory centre will be paralyzed. No more breathing. Finished. And a good thing too. If we could rejuvenate, of course it would be different."
Surprisingly, as everyone thought (for on soma-holiday Linda was most conveniently out of the way), John raised objections.
"But aren't you shortening her life by giving her so much?"
"In one sense, yes," Dr. Shaw admitted. "But in another we're actually lengthening it." The young man stared, uncomprehending. "Soma may make you lose a few years in time," the doctor went on. "But think of the enormous, immeasurable durations it can give you out of time. Every soma-holiday is a bit of what our ancestors used to call eternity."
John began to understand. "Eternity was in our lips and eyes," he murmured.
"Of course," Dr. Shaw went on, "you can't allow people to go popping off into eternity if they've got any serious work to do. But as she hasn't got any serious work..."
"All the same," John persisted, "I don't believe it's right."
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. "Well, of course, if you prefer to have her screaming mad all the time..."
In the end John was forced to give in. Linda got her soma. Thenceforward she remained in her little room on the thirtyseventh floor of Bernard's apartment house, in bed, with the radio and television always on, the the patchouli tap just dripping, and the soma tablets within reach of her hand --- there she remained; and yet wasn't there at all, was all the time away, infinately far away, on holiday; on holiday on some other world, where the music of the radio was a labyrinth of sonorous colors, a sliding, palpitating labyrinth, that led (by what beautifully inevitable windings) to a bright center of absolute conviction; where the dancing images of the television box were the performers in some indescribably delicious all-singing feely; where the dripping patchouli was more than scent --- was the sun, was a million sexophones, was Pope making love, only much more so, incomparably more, and without end.
"No, we can't rejuvenate. But I'm very glad," Dr. Shaw had concluded, "to have had this opportunity to see an example of senility in a human being. Thank you so much for calling me in." He shook Bernard warmly by the hand.
"The Savage," wrote Bernard in his report to Mustapha Mond, "shows surprisingly little astonishment at, or awe of, civilized inventions."
Dr. Gaffney, the Provost, and Miss Keate, the Head Mistress, received them as they stepped out of the plane.
"Do you have many twins here?" the Savage asked rather apprehensively, as they set out on their tour of inspection.
"Oh, no," the Provost answered. "Eton is reserved exclusively for upper-caste boys and girls. One egg, one adult. It makes education more difficult, of course. But as they'll be called upon to take reponsibilities and deal with unexpected emergencies, it can't be helped." He sighed.
"a savage reservation is a place which, owing to unfavorable climatic or geological conditions, or poverty of natural resources, has not been worth the expense of civilizing." A click; the room was darkened; and wailing as John had never heard them wail, confessing their sins before Jesus on the Cross, before the eagle image of Pookoong. The young Etonians fairly shouted with laughter. Still wailing, the Penitentes rose to their feet, stripped off their upper garmets and, with knotted whips, began to beat themselves, blow after blow. Redoubled, the laughter drowned even the amplified record of their groans.
"Do they read Shakespeare?" asked the Savage as they walked. on their way to the Bio-chemical Laboratories, past the School Library.
"Certainly not," said the Head Mistress, blushing.
"Our library," said Dr. Gaffney, "contains only books of reference. If our young people need distraction, they can get it at the feelies. We don't encourage them to indulge in any solitary amusements."
"What's in those" (remembering The Merchant of Venice) "those caskets?" the Savage enquired
introduction to As You Like It, Shakespeare wrote: - and to give it not by inventing what is not there but merely stressing selected features rather than others.
What for example, could be more blatant than the exposition: 'As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will, but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou sayest, charged my brother on his blessing to breed me well'?
'Mr. Puff, as he knows all this, why does Sir Walter go on telling him?' - to which Puff replies ''Fore Gad, now, that is one of the most ungrateful observations I have ever heard - for the less inducement he has to tell all this, the more I think you ought to be oblig'd to him; for I am sure you'd know nothing of the matter without it'.
inner dialogue wrote:"what about acting spontaneously into finite finite social constructs to take notice of the results?"
"i wonder about repeating that in my head till i finish walking to the computer so i will remember it..."
"that wouldn't be spontaneous, though"
"wow...imagine forgetting that you have the capability to pose a question in your mind to find a manifest answer"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Latin_phrases_%28full%29 wrote:vox clamantis in deserto: "pluralis majestatis vincit qui se vincit; principia probant non probantur pro forma"
pollice verso? --- "with a turned thumb"?
"dollar voting is an analogy used to explain how the purchasing choices of consumers affect which products will continue to be produced and supplied to the market. Every dollar paid for a particular product may be considered a "dollar vote" for that product, such that the products with the largest number of dollar votes generate the most profit and will therefore continue to be produced."
In demographics, foot voting describes the tendency of people to vote with their feet, that is to migrate when they perceive situations to be more beneficial elsewhere.
It is similar in nature to Dollar voting.
Just as dollar voting requires a degree of economic freedom to be effective, foot voting is effective only if people have the freedom to migrate.
> Okay. Are we talking the Scourge of Skid Row sores here?
already had that one pretty decent... now i tend to stay away from general population showers and sleep on sand rather than concrete...and wear sandals/shoes
the fire elf wrote:The Issue of Art
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