There isn't really a muse thread.

We left off on a less then light tone.

I’ve come to accept myself a bit more. Thought I am a slacker. Perhaps the following won’t excuse me. So many ideas and I don’t get around to them all. In hind sight and a lot of passed time, I have gotten around to a great many of them. So many more on the horizon, a blueberry bonanza.

Mom left me with one haunting question; my potential and what of it? And my Dad thought I spent way too much time daydreaming. A powerful combination.

Ya gotta love your roots.

My older sister has gotten into genealogy. Turns out I’m a no-one with someone’s background.

Have ancestors that fought on both sides of the civil war, that fought in the revolution, and sailed to America on the Pinta. What if the Native Americans had won?

Perhaps I am short sighted for good reason. All in good time.

And she does exaggerate.

There is a tide in the ocean. I don’t feel so alone. Swim with the fishes. Can I recognize fins, gills? >metaphor alert< (don’t take it literally, but if you’d like; ponder it figuratively.)

Water & wind. A sailors dream and also a formula for success, I think.
If you have water, fresh and potable, you’re one third the way there. Plants; we might grow, don’t need the water to be as potable as humans think, another third, If you’ve got wind, you’ve access to the cheapest conversion of solar energy to mechanical energy on the planet, and the sun puts out a whole lot of energy. Three of three, golden.

How can these resources be distributed equally rather than equitably. Who owns the rain? Let them pay for when there is too much plenty. Who owns the wind? Let them pay when it blows too hard. If it were shared we’d weather the storm.

The Back-up Plan.

Parents. Please don’t instruct your children to always have a back-up plan for when their dreams don’t turn out, cause they won’t, if you put your faith in back-up plans. A kid should have a parent that is both realistic and totally committed to their offspring’s success. “Back-up” plan not required.

Mid life evaluation, I’ve spent my entire life living the back-up plan.

58 years in is a hole to dig out of. When did I get so beat up that I lost the interest to reach for plan A?

It’s odd, seems as if their is the same requirement of faith, be it in self, or in a god, to find what ever one is looking for. It feels algebraically reflexive. Reducible to sign and cosign.

As a spokesperson for god I make a terrible spokesperson.

Absolute knowing, and what it implies is a tough mouthful to choke down.

What if god isn’t perfect? Merely vastly more aware than us? 13 billions years compared to our at best 150,000 years as a species, but maybe only as recently as 27,000 years old. If we can’t even assess that accurately, what the heck do we ‘know’ about any conception of abstract perfection beyond the limits of our own concoction.

What is an example of any sort of perfection that is supposed to exist?

I have suspected for a while that a perfect god doesn’t exist, but that doesn’t negate the possibility that an imperfect god does exist. One that doesn’t “know” anymore than we do, But as result of chronology is a lot more aware then we are.

Welcome back. Good show.
I will not trouble you further.

Smack in the middle of all sorts of new muses.

Kites. Yeah I know, a kids toy. But for some reason air planes and rockets as a kid, sailing in my middle years, it makes some sense, …and there is plenty to keep the creative juices flowing.

Even perhaps more odd is the notion of an indoor kite. In outdoor kiting the atmosphere more or less moves through the kite. With indoor kiting the kite is made to move through the atmosphere. They both achieve lift which is what makes the kite fly. Guess i could be an atmospheric sort of fellow. An atmosphere sure can stir things up; gets stirred up too.

My love for all things spring can only be measured by my utter disdain of a deep freeze. Four feet. The snow, low in shadows, lingers for ever. But here, the sap is finely and finally running in the Sugars. I feel like I am waking up.

I am willing to meet anyone in the middle and stretch our circumference from there.

Who clicks on this ‘shit’?
The answer is yes and no, in no specific order.

Great day. Late, but a fond spring ritual has caused these loins to roam. A walk about/drive about in pursuit of a mushroom. And I am a mushroom finder. I scoff at no hunting signs. I find.

Much appreciation to whom ever and what ever, appreciates it.

four to the brow<

I am judgemental. Sorry 'bout that but It’s no sin.

A smidgen of understanding takes you places. Some not so bad. Some require getting use to. Some just plain hard to stomach. Life ain’t neat.

It’s “good” what ever the flavor. Still learning to appreciate eggplant. In the mean time there is plenty to savor.

Politics are sweet.

There are two practiced points of view along a continuum.

On one end is a philosophy of “All for one and one for all” and on the other end there is the thinking “Every man for himself.”

Which is more rational?

Our ability to determine what is of value would be different given where along the spectrum one falls.

As there is a breadth to the continuum there is breadth to what has value.

At the extreme end of “all for one and one for all” is the thinking that “all” is not just the human species but all life. At the extreme end of “every man for himself” is a disregard for any other life then self.

What about a sense of intrinsic value?

My personal philosophy sides near the extreme end of “all for one and one for all”. That is going to require I value things quite differently then an individual that subscribes to the idea of “every man for himself” where something is of value only if it has potential for exploitation for the individuals personal gain.

Fancy that. I have posted a thousand, and now I am a philosopher, ILP says so. Who am I to argue?

If I can exercise a choice I’d rather be a symbiote then a parasite.

But even the parasite is here for balance.

Symbiote would fall pretty deep into the “All for one and one for all” paradigm and a parasite does seem to fit fairly far into the “Every man for himself” end of the spectrum.

My sole reason for any sort of participation on this site is some sort of insight into why I engage is this valueless thought.

The person willing to kill another for the least amount will drive the value down for everyone else. Supply and demand. The going rate seems to have bottomed out at free.

May be?
But let’s look at it differently. The emergence of an awareness of is.

Not all humans experience it. Let’s face it we could all be witness to the same event and we’d all see it differently. Have we tried to classify it categorically. There is effort in process. So I don’t have a lot of time to wait on the process.

This is what I have managed to cull so far.

Responsibility? That has got to be some way big meta sort of question.What are we really actually responsible for?
The answer is individually very little. A unique idea, without an externally experienced trigger. What, ideas arise from a vacuum? Hardly.

A notion of freewill? What are we actually able to choose from? Big question. Not all that hammered down.
That unique quality of individual experience will drive me nuts. Despite all evidence to the contrary, why do you still believe; because of personal experience.

So given the ambiguity of the prior two statements that seem pretty universal we end up with all this variation. So frustrating.

But I am pretty sure I’m not responsible for anything that happened before, given any sort of notion of cause and effect, I was born.

What existed prior to me has precedent. I am responsible to exist with it. It is not mine to do with as I please.

So what do you think is yours? What are you individually responsible for?