There isn't really a muse thread.

Intended. You’re a smart fellow, well read, been around the block. But as if you aren’t rather stylish already.

For a while I thought I was an artist. Plenty of examples of the attempts here. Thing is, I thought I didn’t have any style. Look at it, it is clearly cohesive of a manner of representation, I may not always like my style but it’s full blown flat out what came out of me. I could post under a thousand pseudonyms and If I posted what I drew you would know it is me. And the sculpture is like a three dimensional version of my drawing. Can’t escape it regardless the media.

So yeah, if you have to. By all means.

‘i’ don’t have to because the ‘i’ is at an uncharted position, forging and being formed by the vertex of what modernity has broken down toward more more fragments, meaning less substance, of prepossessed style, it is
more effective as a recollection of prior unity then that which style tries to connect.
The absurdity which is the result of of reduced value, is akin to Remembrance of value.

Ran out of time need more time not now availed to.

I always wanted to live art , and express it in a sense that does not define itself as art.

Something like art for it’s own sake. Without a porfolio, or even a central unity as style.

For instance cutting down the street, in some unforgiving street, as Dr. Sax would have, accentingly, poindorously, as if not ever having been there, visually, or Nietzche unbearably at the sight of horses whipped.

Style diffused to minimal shreds, evoking semblance of memory lost, along with paradise.

Yes, You’re right : I have to . , now that given half a chance.

And You? If once thought an artist, that defines You.course not fully conscious. Its merely an internal compensating agency, expressly or not.

No its not scrappy, nor a snap, it ain’t smooth, nor seasonal, for your eyes only, it flows and spins some meaning in an unforgiving place somewhere along a delta somewhere under a blazing sun, a canopy of sheltering sky.

You pitched I swung and missed. Strike; like 379 but who’s counting. I believe you are giving me way too much credit; given my batting average. Like I can understand half the contributions you have made in this thread. I mean I gotta reach like way out of my reach and all of a sudden I’m grasping at spirits. I don’t believe in spirits, which makes the whole notion of grasping for them rather absurd. (maybe way out there and far misunderstood, and beyond my capacity for understanding, so far… sorta of hoping chance swings in my favor, but what are those odds.)

You have managed to participate with me for some time. Thanks. As the moment by moment clock ticks your presence, is noticed. I have come to the opinion the notion of friend has become far too political and is used for reason friendship should never have been corrupted by. It’s a lame label anyway. Better to recognize a kinship of sorts. Chance and change and the immutable,just forces me to cut you some slack in anything considered. I’ll think for days on it.

Here’s my problem. Reason. I don’t believe any law exists in the universe that can’t have experimental data that backs up the hypothesis. Maybe I haven’t been around the block as much as you. Life experience and all, certainly different by fathoms but I’ve lived my experiment, I have collected the data, I am certain You, Ecmandu, URwronx1000 and the Greatest I Am, as well as including Phenomenal Graffiti and Carleas in the quantification, are rather unique thinkers, and beyond Carleas, no one has provided so much as an experiment or presented data that any of us can perform or independently investigate any substantiate for their claims, A thesis comes far closer. I guess that strange twist of never ending change in combination with the immutable is going to have this [individually singular, haven’t yet the requirement of general acceptance results.] The genius of it lies in the capacity to prove the claims. You gotta get really close to it for a really long time and perspire with it. I believe that god itself could spend several lifetimes here on earth and succeed in far less. Sort of that whole notion of never ending change and the immutable interaction.

I get so frustrated that I can not translate even the experiential data I’ve managed to collect into an experiment anyone else can perform to reach the same conclusion. Any law proposed must be experimentally verifiable. It has to fulfill the quality of commonality of experience in a experimentally testable fashion. “WE” have to access to the same data that a “WE” can become a we that can use this “law” beneficially, predictably.

Come on, does not a retrospect of our history provide substantial evidence to support the hypothesis? >what ever code is required to make the banana dance here inserted<

Hey MagsJ. a merry mowk as a permutation of perception is hypothetically possible, accepting the hypothesis of distortions present in the experiential continuum.

Take care now, to the who and why are which people pitching what shit for what reason?
We can throw all sorts of hypothesis out there, the ones that survive have become testable.

Hypothesis: A distortion exists in the experiential continuum. How does one design an experiment to validate such a hypothesis? Can’t answer that question… then you have done less than 1% of the work required.

Waxing poetic inspires, but somebody still has to do the dirty.

So why do people change their user names. Seems an all too obvious reason is to play mind fuck games with others. Maybe it’s just a consequence. But how brain soaked do you have to be for that to slip bellow the radar. Perhaps >this< much. (Gestures a figurative line just above the nose.) Precariously close to not being able to guess again. I am uncertain if any amount of practice is going to improve on this game. Being a coward has saved my life on more than several occasions. Perhaps I should muster the courage. But then some brainwashed fuck head will come along and call me a coward for doing it.

Now Meno_, >that’s< the sort of mind fuck I’m talking about. If a guess is a deconstruction then so be it, It still got me one more day to guess again. I believe it may be prudent to try it again tomorrow, unless of course you’d like to try again to convince me otherwise. The foil is created by a whole lot of others who think they are all that individually unique. So what, do we say fuck 'em and let 'em eat worms? The notion that anyone does it on their own is a fucking myth. Easy enough for a left thinker, if one were so inclined, to argue that’s where the real brainwashing has taken place. A hero with a thousand faces, documentation that even as isolated groups we are still capable of imagining similar things. I do not think the greatest thinkers give a rats ass who got the credit. Can’t go back and ask Newton now if his thinking gained any inspiration from an other’s thoughts. As far as thoughts go, he didn’t create the proverbial apple, he likely didn’t even gather the seeds and plant the tree.

But the myths we believe in do speak volumes about who we are. So what if the metaphor is low hanging fruit. [drum rim, cymbal crash, dubbed in audience laughter.]

And now, a word from our sponsors, who’s contributions have made this programming possible.

Cue the commercials.

The system sucks. It allows for all sorts of corruption to take place hidden bellow the surface masquerading as the way business is done. Insurance, humbug.

I broke a partial denture. I called around for someone to repair it. In the end I had to see a dentist.

Of course they wanted me to fill out a new patient questionnaire. They even had to have me sit in a dentist chair for an exam, hows that going to contribute anything to repairing the partial? Adding the cost of an exam on top of what I have to pay to have the partial repaired.

When I go in for a cleaning, I get charged the same amount as someone with all their teeth, If you’ve had your wisdom teeth pulled you don’t get a break for there being fewer teeth to clean. And if you have even fewer you are paying for work that isn’t being done. It is built into the system. Taken for granted, that’s the way it is. I was born with a genetic susceptibility to periodontal disease, my mom had it and my grandfather before her and my great grandmother before him. I’ve had to pay out a lot for those genes, and I didn’t have one shred of choice in the matter. A dentist spreads out the cost for specialized training and equipment across their entire customer base and then charges a single patient a premium for the service. Plus they write off the cost on their taxes as a part of doing business. They are in effect getting paid three times for the same work. Hell, the whole medical industry thrives under the same built in conditions.

Families of children born with genetic defects are financially burdened for there entire lives. A child with autism requires a lot of specialized care. These are things the entire human race should be responsible for not just the unlucky few who’s fate has drawn the card. A type I diabetic shells out a lot of money for insulin, daily, for a condition that they weren’t responsible for. There are far too many examples.

My father in law has donated more than 16 gallons of blood, but I’m fairly certain if he ever needed it, as part of a medical procedure, he’d get billed for it by the pint, whether he needed the whole pint or not.

I’m not a super fan of Bernie Sanders but he makes some sense that health care is a basic human right. Grateful I just have bad gums.

This is just another example of how we are all connected. I’m am certain we could get together and fix everyone who was born with one leg shorter then the other, either left or right… or maybe that isn’t fixable. Being born with one leg shorter then the other is a genetic condition as well, beyond notions of choice and personal responsibility. Sure what is done in spite of that condition is more individual. But it’s there bellow the surface, beyond the guise of individual control, as if nature itself isn’t sure which is the better survival strategy.

Mowk said "The foil is created by a whole lot of others who think they are all that individually unique. So what, do we say fuck 'em and let 'em eat worms? The notion that anyone does it on their own is a fucking myth. Easy enough for a left thinker, if one were so inclined, to argue that’s where the real brainwashing has taken place. A hero with a thousand faces, documentation that even as isolated groups we are still capable of imagining similar things. I do not think the greatest thinkers give a rats ass who got the credit. Can’t go back and ask Newton now if his thinking gained any inspiration from an other’s thoughts. As far as thoughts go, he didn’t create the proverbial apple, he likely didn’t even gather the seeds and plant the tree.

But the myths we believe in do speak volumes about who we are. So what if the metaphor is low hanging fruit. [drum rim, cymbal crash, dubbed in audience laughter.]"

Meno wrote,

“Jung wrote an interesting little book entitled " Synchronicity”, and there are similarities between human beings that approach exact identity, where, the totality of the personality result from minimum missing pieces of difference.

I think such persons become incredibly humbled from the experience Newton and Leibnitz were perfect in that regard, except Newton less so, since he became more assertive toward taking credit.

Darwin’s evolutionary ideas caused the suicide of an Austrian biologist, having opposite ideas, but they were driven more by healthy competition more than ego problems. I think the search for truth diminishes any sense of nominal differences in understanding.’

I could relate spectacular personal experiences, regarding extra sensory events in my life, and I do not consider them unique, but at the time they happened, they were so real that it knocked my socks off. Will forgo going into them, and defer them, perhaps, to a later time, given an opportunity.

I’ve had too few of those sorts of extra sensory experiences, they are, some times, after too much time, to easily dismissed. I have been down a few of the spiritual paths, they have taken me just so far, and the confusion caused requires me to tap out to catch my breath. I do hope some time, you will find some of that opportunity. Even if, as just hearing from someone else could shed some light and understanding upon them.

I mentioned an accord in another thread. I will struggle at a task; some challenge set before me, and get fairly hard on myself for how difficult It seems to have become, and in a flash of insight the way becomes clear, the solution obvious, as if I should have known it all along. I sure wish I knew from where this insight comes. As if the solution comes from some source within and without at the same time, a whisper in the ear, a sort of seeing with eyes closed, the world out there, in a different light. Without anything solid to grasp at it is hard to manage even a guess.

Mowk said, “sure wish I knew from where this insight comes. As if the solution comes from some source within and without at the same time, a whisper in the ear, a sort of seeing with eyes closed, the world out there, in a different light. Without anything solid to grasp at it is hard to manage even a guess.”

Shootin’ the stars, the breeze, one thing, no mind now, host nothing
: displaced ego.
naturally, reduced, for the sake of expediency,
A form,
An art to commune,
Displace into the ethereal, somewhere, sometime.

Channels, and products to anywhere.

This effusive alto- gather impersonally
so that wherever it’s coming from , you know the clouds close in soon as the winds gather firm,

It is going to someplace coming from some place this coming and going is a parappsychic something from beyond to be yound.
Will feel the same then only more, but the more never the less,

That is, the same be coming, as you pass,

And accomodation and other perfected perfected virtues.

The deference before and after various partially with a variety of interlocking manifestation which can be deconstructed and reconstruct
ed edifices to churn.

I wouldn’t say such elevated prefaces
worthy of note.

The expansion s are painful to maintain, and are abstract expression for hidden meaning, and they must conform in some approximation to the corresponding …What?..Or rather …Who?

Not to ask why how where and when?

Then there really is a muse

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Nah, it’s just me wondering. An Uke can’t make that noise. But the lyrics may be similar.

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Man I am struggling. Sometimes I can’t tell if my eyes are open or closed, can’t tell if I’m asleep or awake, can’t tell if I’m alive or dead.

Geez, after sixty years I’d think I’d be able to tell the difference. Rocky road ahead, and it ain’t a flavor of ice cream.

I close my eyes and I see, but there is like this black piece of paper hanging in the middle, like the world is redacted. I am sliding down. Exhausted yet can’t get a wink of sleep. Feels like I’ve been awake for a week.

Got a class to teach, the school went ahead and over booked it. I’m really not looking forward to tomorrow. Hell that’s a ways away. I’m not looking forward to the next minute. And I am getting like zero help from the other side of the veil. Any assistance it could bring isn’t going to get here fast enough. The mortar is cracking, the foundation is falling away.

and I am writing to myself. Chin up kid, it can only get better from here. I had forgotten how many drafts are in my saved drafts folder, Mark them all and delete. They make no sense now, what was I thinking?

Settle down my main man. Calm is cool. You aren’t going to change anything pushing so hard, try a little pulling too, just like you learned taking up the floor boards. Keep that temper of yours in check. I know you’re trying. Breath.

Thanks, as always your advice is good. Where the hell were you a couple days ago?

You did fine. The tough stuff just makes you tougher. Slow and steady, and by the way the soup smells great. And remember to use those talents wisely.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Rest, you’ve got some sleep to catch up on. You’ve been pushing kind of hard lately.

It was an odd nap.

I laid down on the sofa and closed my eyes and it was summer, I was working in the yard, The wife was chatting with a couple I didn’t know, and few feet in front of them was an older man, he looked kind of like an old boss of mine, but older and with him was a neighbor. They all came up the walk together, my neighbor and my boss look-alike turned left and walked down a few stairs through a door into my basement I hadn’t noticed before. There was a bright light coming from inside that could be seen from the door that was left ajar. I wanted to follow, but the man and women that had walked up with my wife each took an arm of mine and lead me into the back yard.

Our yard was full of people, It was as if my wife decided to have a party and didn’t let me know. I sat down in a chair and a little girl I didn’t recognize jumped into my lap, and said it’s so good to see you again and gave me a warm hug. A women approached with a smile and took the girls hand and said it’s time to go, Mark has to get up now. There was a hand on my shoulder, As I stood up and turned around a man smiled a radiant smile at me. He spoke as if he new me, like we had been friends for a very long time. I opened my eyes and I was on the sofa.

I closed my eyes and I was standing with him, we walked through my garden and he commented about the year when I had planted beans in this spot and tomatoes the next year. He mentioned I never had much luck with peppers. He stepped over a pumpkin lying on the ground, and asked if I had any ideas how I would carve it this year as if he knew all of my Halloween traditions. I had no idea who he was but it seemed he knew all about me. We walked past the greenhouse, through a group of people sitting in chairs just like they were sitting in my sailboat that had been parked there over the winter, an empty chair sat where the tiller would be. The man who knew me too well motioned me to sit just as a breeze blew up and rustled the leaves in the trees. There were people all around that looked as if they were having the time of their lives, smiling and laughing at each others stories. He glanced toward my house and said You have taken such good care of it all these years. You never planned to stay this long, but the house has been quite comfortable with you and your wife living within, as if the house was telling him something I could not hear. He motioned me to follow him as he started back up the walk, He said there is someone here he thought I’d like to meet. As we walked I noticed a woman with her back turned toward us holding a little boys hand.

I opened my eyes, the clock on the entertainment center read 9:20, just twenty minutes had passed since I had laid down to rest. It felt like a summers afternoon had passed. I wanted to go back and see who I was to be introduced to. I closed my eyes again but did not return, I laid there for maybe ten more minutes and realized I wasn’t going to return. It was so odd, like I was awake and asleep at the same time. It felt so good there, so sunny and warm, and here, the wind was howling, blowing the falling leaves into swirls.

I don’t see beyond the “veil” I feel fortunate when consciousness pokes it self through the “veil” to see me. I should not be so demanding of it’s attention. All these notions of enlightenment are promises of cults. Slow and steady, there are no shortcuts. I don’t know jack shit, but in awareness my vision grows, and with any luck at all, understanding will follow. But this body and mind will be long dead before that unlikely event takes place. No matter, it’s the journey that is important, the evolution and adaptation that takes place along the road.