There isn't really a muse thread.

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?

Just in case you haven’t noticed.

We don’t own the world we belong to it.

You aren’t even a you you’re an us, but you just will yourself not to see it.

Them shades aren’t working for you: dimming your senses.

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Why do You engage? Why do I ? Of you will, I will read ALL of Your forum and tale it from there. OK with You? Later.

Dandy.

But why valueless when every shred of anything has some of it. O read it in entirety and there are parts which demark others. Bit have to rehash cause reading was only a surface beneath which.?.?

At any rate every book has a cover and yes we’ve spoken before albeit briefly.

For a start.

I question my sense of value. What is it to have value? What scale would accurately measure it?

What makes a species valuable and which don’t have value? 99% of the life on this planet has gone extinct, and it’s just replaced by something else. That sort of implies that life itself is more valuable then any species or what they think.

I’ve watched a rabbit nip off flower buds along a row. The rabbit doesn’t eat them, just chews off the flower buds. Oddly enough this makes the plant produce more flowers, and as a result more seed, giving it a better chance for survival. I can’t see how the rabbit benefits from this behavior. It doesn’t eat the plant or it’s seeds. Is it a learned behavior? If not, how the heck did it become instinctual?

How can something as transient and fleeting as a thought have value? The ideas is only 1% of the work. Clearly what has the value is all the work that goes into turning an idea into something more then just an idea. Thoughts aren’t much different. Sometimes they are impossible to hold on to. Slippery little buggers. In the middle of a sentence, poof, and they can be gone. And you are left with that dumb look on your face, as you realize you really did forget what you were thinking.

Perhaps 99% of natural processes are forgotten, in the myriads of time , leaving 1% , the learning curve having been broken by nature, leaving only 1% -by way of conversion into a genetic trait.

a soft reply.
come on dig in with your teeth. chew on that steak. add some steak sauce if you like.

what value?

What value?
The 99% have little or no value. Lets sail with that.
I noticed, having skimmed through the whole thing, that the beginning started with boats.
About , say, 10 years into my marriage, we were down at one of the beach cities, hanging out, and saw a ridiculously low price for quite a respectable boat. I don’t really remember it that well, but it did have space , it was furnished and back then we had credit. At any rate, it was a golden opportunity to a hands on possession of a real dream that never happened. It became a signpost of a yet to be chronic downward spin on lifestyle.
Value? The spin itself was a signpost to a grappling with running , in order to just stay put.

What is that like? , most know, what it feels like, and some even what it looks like.

It becomes an illusion , you thinking you are moving ahead, yet things are really moving ahead while you think you are moving with it. Actually you are left behind.

How does that work& where keeping up takes all the energy, a serious case of myopia sets in, blinkers on, and angling for the finish becomes the primal focus. The very fast appearing nearside dismisses the progressive slowing of the far, and far from the maddening crowd, you alone become your own target: ambitions, and the works.

What value , where, the rat race, I think you bring that up in your middle part, again reference to Your pages, what possible value, where you the consumer, gleaning some part in the hierarchy, can value be seen?

Saw a movie ‘Mosquito Island’ years ago, and a similar one with Michael Douglas, forgot the name will look it up, (Falling down) and relay it, where people fed up take matters into their own hands, mostly with disasterous results.

straying post?

OK.I read your posts in entirety and I comment like it was a book summary and where can my entry point be. That’s usually the literary way to enter a post that’s years old . To try to catch up , because otherwise it becomes difficult not to appear as merely a comment… My impression on reading the whole was there was hidden unity, although aware that there danger lies in trying to simplify, by finding unity.

Let me ask You this: does Your life appear more a series of scenes , which you splice together as a totality, or, is there enough continuity there to not feel reduced to trite an attempt as comment in toto.

In either case there is simplicity to complexity and vica versa. That’s just an general inquiry, as it pertains.

To be truthful it depends which way I cast my attention. Forward it’s pretty continuous. Backward, in to memory, it’s more a series of scenes. So I don’t know if I can answer the question so black and white.

Unity? Well a connection, which bounds haven’t been fully explored or defined for that matter. But sensible, like an aroma on a breeze, or more like a shift in stance to maintain balance.

Do you think our sense of balance feels maligned? Five siblings and no recognition of the eldest. “Which way is up” is a fairly important consideration.

The balance mentioned before the unity falls neatly in place. It’s hidden state makes me think it’s purposive, some unseen power propagating it, so as to avoid a temporalization, in human terms.

As a result, the human being revolts against this and demands a natural disclosure , which never comes , and if it does at times, its distorted immediately to accommodate a present and presented pseudo apprehension of unity.

A necessity which can never become certain .

Families and resembling types and their descriptions, as singular ways of interactions among them have almost coincided with types of language games, with which to assimilate reality within incteasingly boundrd regions of our conscious efforts.

We try to expurgate our familial deficiencies by casting a wider net, with language we hope will net more familiarity , closure, affinity. It way have been insufficient in our primal family relationships, maybe the secondary versions will be different , with more room to give each other safe escape.

Maybe so, only children , spoiled , nut cast into a different net, where somewhat thoughtfully, attention is knowingly diminished by the proportional division divided by the number, had there been more then one.

But it may work with the father, but mom can’t quantify. So there division but preceded by multiplying the net effect by five.(or the number of children in a family)

I don’t grasp where you jumped to family? And I’m not, to the best of my knowledge, a bastard. The connection is not limited to our species. We are symbiotic as are many species. We literally can’t survive as individuals because we aren’t individuals. Family has little to do with the connectivity we share in common. I’m more connected to the chipmunk in the backyard then I am to a sister who lives 2000 miles away. Sure, family to some, is a big deal, but it’s learned and cultured.

The jump is an existential jump from where we may be: tied into a proto-real shimmering value lime the nrams new Lexus that a neighbor may glean
from across the street to his neighbor, or peering disdainfully at my 2000 raggedy but well kempt wramgler. What if your lawn a sore compared with manicured and soaked ones, make you a pariah of the neighborhood, glancing with accusing snarls, even to the extent of targeting your daily walk with his unmuzzled attack bull , walking towards you, missing on your property. What if in the bright. unending sunshine of the California drought , he disregards what may be really a well intended green act of conservation?

The patently new ignores the deeper moss laden past of the tree’s smaller circular indications of the trunk’s beginnings. Who would guess the tree will die one day, and be dug beneath the earth by enormous ecological pressures, and over the course of millennia become a diamond in the rough , whose only value persists by its gleaming , hardened patina?

The family of resemblances finally erupts in a recognition that the only similarity among familial roots is the word, that supposed to have indicated the beginning.

The words we have to go by
The first thing we learn by having thongs pointed out to us. And that word covers millions of years of evolution. Quite an existential jump for a newby, and then when we reach toward the end, we are back to pointing to signs again. And in the midst of that, were supposed to act as if we were individuals, responsible for our selves and our own family. What a shock when we loose that family, even if we didn’t actually belong to it, for mom or dad may have lost is or passed, or abandoned us, like god did later on .

I’d be a liar if I claimed to understand ALL of your perspective. It’s looser and less metaphorical, and you involve a wider realm of influence then is my familiarity. I guess I’d question more the semantics of what you’re saying far more then what I think you’re saying. I am an idiot to think truth doesn’t come in flavors. Same thing, perhaps different aspects.

Today I spent 4 hours getting struck from jury duty. Lucky my obligation is fulfilled for another four years.

“Beyond a reasonable doubt”.

That is what got me booted. I’m not all that sure I am an authority on reasonable and I’ve got a lot of doubt about our current capacity to judge what is true.

I don’t think the courts can adequately define what would be considered guilty or not.

Being there, with the defendant, in the courtroom, seems somehow to violate my notions of presumed innocence. It adds suspicion to the picture and I’m autistic enough not to understand that within presumed innocence. And all the games that can be played with human perception.

I am inclined to believe there isn’t anyone who actually knows what’s going on. The rest is bullshit, mine included.

Is it reasonable to doubt your perception?