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Living Languages

Folks learn Latin because it’s a dead language.
It rarely, very rarely changes.
There are a couple of strains of it.
But it’s no longer active, dynamic.
English is the language I was born into.
I learned French in high school for four years.
At one point I even dreamed in French.
My point here is that languages are dynamic, active languages that is.
Our words change.
We give the same word new definitions.
Each generation comes up with new definitions, new ways to use words, new combinations.
We get attached to the language we used growing up.
Then, sometimes, we discover meaning beyond words.
Then we seem to be much slower at looking for new words new ways to say things.
I have made up lots of words.
And it’s important that we do that occasionally.
We look for words to represent realities that we have not found words to represent before.
For years I introduced myself to new words that I did not know before
so that I could speak more clearly.
But I try to use words, even when making them up,
that are relatively discernible to anyone thinking about what I’m saying.
I’ve read about things you can say in Russian that you cannot say in English.
There are no English words for them.
We dumb ourselves down by using the wrong words.
Like the word “word” which is the translation that we use for the word “logos”.
Just as an example, the word “logos” is a huge meaningful word.
That does not mean “word”.
And that mistranslation has produced all kinds of garbage
that people say to each other that is not true.

Words have always been a moving target.
Words never stay the same.
Our language is dynamic.
We grow with what we can say.
You can pick a point in time and try to perfect your grammar.
And by the time you complete that it will be meaningless or nearly so.
It’s critical that we love and even worship truths.
If we attach ourselves to words truths will escape us.

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Fractal Admission

There’s nothing to see but fractals: fractals and fractal fragments – there is nothing else to see.
Misperception of this phenomenon trashes the fractal world.
We should avoid the practice of seeking permanence.
We should focus on fractal qualities.
The things we love about life the most are fractal beauties.
Fighting for permanence destroys fractal beauties.
Yes, there are numbers associated with fractals
but fractals extend far beyond our numbering.
Things are less complicated than most folks think.
The simplicities of repeated fractals extend beyond our imagination.
We need to acknowledge that we think in fractals,
everything in our minds is fractals,
not just the things around us that we perceive,
but everything that we think is fractals.
Our imaginations can diverge from the fractal patterns,
but when they do it becomes destructive, they produce no beautiful fruit.

Take a walk in the forest, an unkept forest.
Notice how the locations and the growth patterns of the trees that are unkept by people
are all in perfect order.
They are in a fractal pattern, beautiful.

We must learn how to rise to our optimum power
and then learn how to diminish and to yield to subsequent fractals.
The trees understand this.
They know how to grow up and then diminish without ever failing to give:
to receive what’s free and give what ever they collect.

I have collected.
And you may have at all.

We must never grow in arrogance.
We must resist believing things which are not true.
The world did not begin evolving one day and then another day claim it was complete.
Every aspect has always been evolving.

This does not mean that our imaginations should be thwarted.
But even our imagination should connect to fractal patterns that precede us.
This means no diminishment in creative extensions of ourselves.
It means far more creative, and far faster, and far more meaningful extensions
that are sometimes pretested and viable.
We do not know that there is any end of new things under the sun,
but the new things under the sun continue to evolve,
continue to make new things – always.
Arising from our fractal roots there is no end to what we may become.

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Imaginal Domains

I generally think you are referring to our “experience of ourselves and other things in the classical world”, right?

If so, I think you may be regarding some statements as solipsistic assertions that reality arises wholly from our imagination. But that’s not what I think it is. Our senses only assess a tiny fraction of the vibratory spectrum we might call ‘objective reality’. If we want to understand what we sense or discover more than we can directly sense, we employ the pattern-recognizing and pattern-making power of imagination. We settle into patterned ‘grooves’ of personal and social functionality and creativity. These become our realities, but I think they would better be called imaginal domains, or memetic vortexes.

I don’t concur with the suggestion that imagination is the antithesis of reality.
To me they are an integral fabric.

So, for me,
Truth is grokking the well-woven;
Responsibility is the ability to respond within our imaginal domain;
Validity or authenticity is recognizing other domains as co-real.

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Serendipity

A fugue of feathers
A tight of twine
A river stone
and totem shine

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Patterns and the Seeming Chaos

Shapes and images advancing, developing,
sometimes dissolving before ever reaching clarity.
Orphaned lines floating in the mindscape and aching for,
yet resisting connection.
It’s a wonder that anything ever manifests at all,
even more so that perceivers should arise.

Patterns and the seeming chaos are generally so subtle or so huge
that they are missed altogether.
If it weren’t for advancing perceivers
surely all the bits and pieces would lose coherence and float apart.
But, bless them full, they are, and they pursue patterns
relentlessly defining more world and
encouraging more perceivers constantly.

Perhaps patient observation is the central characteristic.
Some say it is love.
Sadly,
a few accuse them of mind-jamming or
perception manipulation
for personal profit.

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Art

Yes, to genius capture
the instant precious
open flowing contours of
the image righteous
in mirrored words protected
from the lefteous flood
descending – the sparkle moment
that changes things
where only blind ones
glimpse the subtle path
where birds have flown above.

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Anyone Feeling a Wee Small?

Happy New Year, friends.
This precious artist in this video will inform and inspire your life.
http://www.maniacworld.com/art-in-the-eye-of-a-needle.html

What do you think of that?

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