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  1. What are you listening to?

    these two, concurrently, looped...
  2. What goes around comes around

    I regularly remind folks that Orwell's prophetic vision of 1984 was meant as a warning... not a how to manual.
  3. box life

    boxes... often keep my valuables in them yet, i'm constantly being told to think outside one... as for dicks... george pretty much nails it.
  4. box life

    ancillarily... we keep our criminals, in boxes but the bullets and bombs we use to stop them, are dick shaped... hmm.
  5. box life

    i write this, staring at a box, while sitting in a box. typing letters onto a keyboard made of small inverted boxes. that when pressed, store letters in the box of a computer. the words are made available to other boxes. your attention may stray upon them, while staring at your own box of lights. box life. we form in a womb we are born in a box we grow up in a box we live in a box often with locks where we voluntarily lock ourselves in at night... to be safe born in a box. we go to school in a box. to learn about life... in a box. then we go to work in a box. earning money to pay for a box. in which to voluntarily lock ourselves in, to sleep at night we wake up in a box. eating food from a box. that was stored in a box. within a room that is a box. in the home that is a box, with locks. make babies in a box go on vacation and travel from box to box, in a box... perhaps the occasional tube... take pictures with a box. watch movies on a box. transition to death and get viewed... in a box. we put lots of stuff in boxes. made in factories that are boxes. stored in boxes of rooms stacked in giant warehouse buildings... that are boxes. deliver the boxes to other boxes, in moving boxes. store our food in cold boxes. or boxes hung on the wall. keep our utensils in boxes. our tools in boxes. our clothes in boxes. then we shit in a wet porcelain hole and send that... to a box. my son goes to a box for 6-10 hours a day for 13-20 years and at the end of that, he's expected to go out into the world and be prepared for and excel at life... and is expected to know what box he wants to voluntarily sit in for the next 40 years, so he can earn money in order to 'pay' for another box that he can voluntarily lock himself inside at night to eat, sleep and be 'safe' in... box life.
  6. box life

    i write this, staring at a box, while sitting in a box. typing letters onto a keyboard made of small inverted boxes. that when pressed, store letters in the box of a computer. the words are made available to other boxes. your attention may stray upon them, while staring at your own box of lights. box life. we form in a womb we are born in a box we grow up in a box we live in a box often with locks where we voluntarily lock ourselves in at night... to be safe born in a box. we go to school in a box. to learn about life... in a box. then we go to work in a box. earning money to pay for a box. in which to voluntarily lock ourselves in, to sleep at night we wake up in a box. eating food from a box. that was stored in a box. within a room that is a box. in the home that is a box, with locks. make babies in a box go on vacation and travel from box to box, in a box... perhaps the occasional tube... take pictures with a box. watch movies on a box. transition to death and get viewed... in a box. we put lots of stuff in boxes. made in factories that are boxes. stored in boxes of rooms stacked in giant warehouse buildings... that are boxes. deliver the boxes to other boxes, in moving boxes. store our food in cold boxes. or boxes hung on the wall. keep our utensils in boxes. our tools in boxes. our clothes in boxes. then we shit in a wet porcelain hole and send that... to a box. my son goes to a box for 6-10 hours a day for 13-20 years and at the end of that, he's expected to go out into the world and be prepared for and excel at life... and is expected to know what box he wants to voluntarily sit in for the next 40 years, so he can earn money in order to 'pay' for another box that he can voluntarily lock himself inside at night to eat, sleep and be 'safe' in... box life.
  7. Daoism as a Practical Philosophy

    I love stories... here's one. there once was a policeman who beat his drum and chanted "i am coming for you criminal!" ah yes... very practical.
  8. Everyone post some favorite quotes!

    The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you've gotten the fish you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you've gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning. Once you've gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can talk with him? ~ Zhuangzi
  9. Daoist way to leave porn addiction?

    How does one drop a heavy bag that one is tired of carrying?
  10. It is a Good Day to Die

    The Vikings were a people of Fate. You died on the day you would die and never before. No amount of struggle would prevent it. And no amount of folly would compel it prematurely. They conveyed the notion of one's life to being in a river. You can swim, you can wade, you can submerge, but you are in the river. You can swim with the current, looking downstream trying to avoid obstacles, or you can strain and swim against the current and bump along while blindly looking back upstream. You are still in the river. The river will carry you, no matter what you do, or don't do along the course of the river. you will flow with the river. you and the river are one flow. the river holds your fate and your fate is unavoidable. This irks most folks who like the notion of great individual power being demostrated through the process of choice. Causing them to reject it. Understandable and fine. But one of the main admirations and terrifying aspects of encountered Northmen and women (not Vikings, Viking is a term that is a verb, it means to 'go adventuring... Northmen went Viking, they weren't Vikings), anyway this fearlessness in the face of death of Northmen was their unnatural lack of fear of death. Given to them through their mental relationship to this allegory of the River of Fate. This notion of fate, of the river that carries one along the path of life afforded them a freedom from fear that was admirable and enviable in some aspects. If it's my time to die, there's no escaping it, embrace it and 'ride the ride' to the Valkyrie's Embrace. If it's not my time to die, there's no inducing it, live in freedom and 'ride the ride' to the fullest. Life is relational... how we relate determines the qualities of our experience The river is likened to the conditions of life, about which we have little, no control. These aspects of life act upon us and carry us along in life. We can twist and turn, 'make choices' within the flow of the conditions of life, the river, yet the banks of the river lie beyond our ken of perception and outside our modest sensual organs and methods of interaction and 'control'. Death is not a savage denial of life. But the full release back into Love. Death is Love in its fullest sense, for me. Life is an acquisitional, greedy process, always taking and imbibing and consuming. Death, is the ultimate loving, giving all, returning to the sea, to source and unfoldingness in raw essence. Death loves so much, she waits endlessly, patiently to allow the inevitable, unfolding, all encompassing embrace. Pure bliss...
  11. 'woke' this morning with these successive thoughts floating in mind, before coming to da bums here and being re-minded of this thread... the qualities of the external experiential world are dependent entirely upon the organs of perception through which the interpretation of the range of energies these organs accomodate and relate to are processed... the world as thought about, as talked about, is not the world as it is conscious mind, sensual awareness is not the world as it is but the world as related to. It is the world as it relates to our sensing and interpretational processes it is relational as a skin on a drum conveys sound when struck is relational to the skin, the hand and the ear that hears... without the skin, no amount of force will bring noise without striking, no noise without ears... reflection, relational of the primal love or despise, all seems to arise from one source the differences lie in the interpretation and depend in large part on the method of interpretation, or the nature of the organ through which the relation of the nature of experience is acquired/interacted with drum skin, hand and sounds blood, organs and sensations life, forms and awareness
  12. The hero's journey

    lol... extrasensory... synchronicity
  13. What are you listening to?

    soundtrack of my life last few daze...
  14. the thunder that arises in true silence... so soul shatteringly loud... i was certain that should the roar of it not break, were it to endure moments longer, then my sense of self, surely would break. sound beyond sound... roaring in utter silence. of few things have i ever experienced such surety... but the thunder within that silence was so penetrating that were it to saturate me any further, i, as a sensing, thinkable thing, as a being... would simply cease. the name derives from a description of the memory of the roaring silence my wife and i experienced, an experience of pure, piercing silence. death is for me a lover, the most adoring... death is the ultimate giving of one's very self back to the soil. life seems inherently acquisitional, almost greedy by its virtue and traits of ever imbibing and consuming other life. thunder in silence love in decay bliss in emptiness