Storm Clouds of Being

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Have you ever been high enough (astronomically speaking) to be amongst the clouds? It’s awesome… and a little damp :slight_smile:

I don’t recall, but I imagine it’s like being amidst thick fog.

So what was the occasion that you were so high in the open sky?

I love this image. I love the sky when it is like that. It makes me feel wild and alive in a different way and it conjures up the mysterious to me. When others are going in, I am going out to experience it. There is just something about it. It’s like a call to nature…the nature within. It makes me want to howl. lol

In what way does it give way to sweat, blood, and tears for you, fuse?

Before a summer thunderstorm, such as on that day, the air feels full of charge and portent – at once extremely cool and comfortable yet unmistakably delicate and foreboding. So stirs a sudden breeze that might be taken for a sign of pleasant weather. As I stop and take heed, I feel invigorated though I may appear calm. I seem to lose myself a little as I commune with nature and experience being with her for a few free moments.

I’m not sure it has yet, Arc, but perhaps this is my prayer for synchronicity and belonging in nature.

Fuse, you must stop now. come quickly. I have a 2nd thinking task, a 2nd brainteaser, for you.

I hope it’s in synch, though.

it’s better it’s the ding an sich

or what is the difference between sync and synch?

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It was a hill, Box Hill… we were 14 year olds on a mission, a mission to collect data to help us pass the practical part of our biology GCSE. We lived in purpose-built wooden dormitories, and had to calculate how many worms there were per one square metre of soil. Worms :-&

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Are those pictures of Box Hill?

They are indeed… it’s just an hour South of London, so a pricey place to live yet rural enough to escape the city rat race that be London.

Those images don’t capture being amongst the clouds fully… it’s like a damp fog, so watch the hair :wink:

Oh thanks, I wouldn’t want my hair to frizz when I get there :slight_smile:

It looks really nice. I always hope that I’ll eventually be able to settle down somewhere with open fields and hills and forest.

But FUSE, what about the river or lake or even a little pond with fishies. You need to be somewhere near the water. :cry:

Good one. I’ve actually been thinking it’s time for the whale to get on, back to the ocean, free from glass panes and gawkers. However well-stocked, no lake or pond will do.

Now that’s what I’m talking about :stuck_out_tongue: a view from amongst the clouds.

it’s my mind,now, it doesn’t need a visualization, i am here, but it’s indescribably beautiful, wish you were here. it’s not even visual. it’s only a sound. you would not like the witchery of it. it’s O-H-M. It’s purely a potential, a yearning. This tale with so many white dots against a black back drop, is all there is, at the moment. Do You want to go somewhere else? (It,s pregnant with possibilities, and it of’t too much too much, visualize, before You come, here.) It’s really, a pattern of the table top.

But the lake and even poind :cry: will do in a pinch. Are you a surfer? I don’t know what the expression means “for the whale to get on” but surfing is what I thought of.

We have a pretty nice man-made lake a few towns up from me which I visit sometimes and walk around, round round it. It’s kind of awesome in its own way and it has a fountain in it too and when the sun is high in the sky, it’s almost like the interface of the fountain, lake and the sun creates these steps which go down deep into the water. It’s an illusion of course but it is absolutely ethereal, it takes my breath away and sometimes i can’t take my eyes away from it. It’s like another wonder of the world. I just love to sit and watch it all. There are paddle boats in the summer time and in the winter, there are fissures cut out of the ice so the ducks can swim in them.

And the ducks, especially the little guys. There is just something about those little webbed fragile feet which beat through the water, flapping back and forth. Have you ever taken notice of a duck’s webbed feet in the water? lol There is just something about them - I don’t know what it is but they are so amazing to me. Another wonder of the world, I guess. Either that or I’m nuts.

The ocean is - ah- no words for it. Leaves me wordless and breathless and ecstatic…when I’m in it, I’ve come home. Maybe some of us DID begin as fish. I think JFK may have said something to that effect…except for the star dust stuff, which fell into the ocean. #-o

I have had the same or a similar desire, one of the more natural, that is to say ‘problematic’ desires. It can not be fully realized. It is a vision into nature, not into man. The necessity follows to create a heathen act, a shrine to nature in its proper terms, which are indeed sweat blood and tears -

the relation of lightning-bew to these fluids of life and effort, this begins to encompass some aspect, dignity of the mystery.

It is the satisfying flow of man in nature and nature in man; the spirit of man honors the fecund bubble of void from which it originated through an offering of sweat, blood, and tears - you put it well, the fluids of life and effort. The place of experience, the world, becomes the shrine. Heathen has no meaning for the one involved. There is only being in nature, as a projection of the world, harking back to itself, breath of the void.

Just to also keep it in mind: lightning might have been a necessary component in the development of organic compounds from the “primordial soup.”