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a modern daoist aphorism
May. 13th, 2008 12:05 amDon't bet against the universe
because God has as many aces as he needs.
because God has as many aces as he needs.
May. 13th, 2008
if you don't know this song, it pretty much sums up the better truths of the modern universe.
if you do know it, listen again and try to decipher it.
"like substitute pieces of half cooked meat, that are... walking on this earth"
[download it here]
if you do know it, listen again and try to decipher it.
"like substitute pieces of half cooked meat, that are... walking on this earth"
[download it here]
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May. 13th, 2008 09:45 pmHow business culture dragged America down with it
- by Sam Smith
- by Sam Smith
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May. 13th, 2008 09:58 pm"But wrapping our expectations about evil in such convenient packaging can be deadly. Yes, there are times when Evil gives us due notice by following the accepted blueprint, and incarnating itself in the frothing tyrant or the dead-eyed cult leader.
But a figure of that sort is a mere catalyst for the evil that coalesces out of the collective efforts of common people -- many of whom are otherwise decent people who believe in the principle of absolution through mass conformity. It's because we expect that Evil will always materialize as a leering apparition that we become blind to the ordinary face of everyday evil."
- W Norman Grigg
But a figure of that sort is a mere catalyst for the evil that coalesces out of the collective efforts of common people -- many of whom are otherwise decent people who believe in the principle of absolution through mass conformity. It's because we expect that Evil will always materialize as a leering apparition that we become blind to the ordinary face of everyday evil."
- W Norman Grigg
Shatter the brittle and begin anew
May. 13th, 2008 10:13 pmHe who contrives defeats his own purpose;
He who grasps loses.
- Dao De Jing, Ch. 64
Intent to raise ability,
a tried, tested, pointless view...
God's got security
- Skinny Puppy, Candle
The project of certain elements of humanity to become Godlike beings is doomed. It is merely a matter that, in order to attain their goal, they must lose all the supposed benefit of it, and become utter servants of the pattern. We're "improving" things supposedly and destroying the value of them in the process.
Better I think to improve ourselves in a way that we seek and obtain happiness, in fact even in the most ridiculous fashion. But unfortunately, in a world of the sort we find ourselves, the price for this is drastic. And thus even this goal is lost, the others around us harming us terribly for pursuing irregular and personal happiness. We concede and grow cold and stiff, bit by bit, seeking only stillness and warmth, losing ourselves and becoming mere repetitive cyclic forms, abandoning all that once made us worth existing. And then existence itself ends.
But in this fading fabric, in this clockwork running down, a few of us here and there continue to spark, and light torches in the darkness, and we are crushed out by the world at large, one at a time, but not all at once.
They do not have that capacity yet, nor shall they, for they too must read by the light of our flame.
He who grasps loses.
- Dao De Jing, Ch. 64
Intent to raise ability,
a tried, tested, pointless view...
God's got security
- Skinny Puppy, Candle
The project of certain elements of humanity to become Godlike beings is doomed. It is merely a matter that, in order to attain their goal, they must lose all the supposed benefit of it, and become utter servants of the pattern. We're "improving" things supposedly and destroying the value of them in the process.
Better I think to improve ourselves in a way that we seek and obtain happiness, in fact even in the most ridiculous fashion. But unfortunately, in a world of the sort we find ourselves, the price for this is drastic. And thus even this goal is lost, the others around us harming us terribly for pursuing irregular and personal happiness. We concede and grow cold and stiff, bit by bit, seeking only stillness and warmth, losing ourselves and becoming mere repetitive cyclic forms, abandoning all that once made us worth existing. And then existence itself ends.
But in this fading fabric, in this clockwork running down, a few of us here and there continue to spark, and light torches in the darkness, and we are crushed out by the world at large, one at a time, but not all at once.
They do not have that capacity yet, nor shall they, for they too must read by the light of our flame.