This all spills from one remembrance… perhaps.

Can one imagine GOD as being able to die?  And if you say no, is it because you’d say that GOD is perfect and therefore cannot die?  I would say it is because God is [beyond] description; that allows It to be forever.  But humans seemingly yearn to describe what GOD is.  And if GOD is perfect as so many say, then perhaps perfection is in part the awareness that GOD both can and cannot die as well as do both always, forever, in an infinite variety.  ”Is this real life?”  We are this and that and so perhaps that is what one means when they say, “You are perfect.”

-Sorry I couldn’t explain myself yadda yadda yadda

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I would like to thank R. Crumb for illustratively bringing my attention back to Genesis

esp. Genesis 11:6And the Lord said, Behold, they are one people and they have all one language; and this is only the beginning of what they will do, and now nothing they have imagined they can do will be impossible for them.

Lay your sleepyhead on my leg and I will tell you a story of long long ago.  When a knight, suffering his 19th nervous breakdown, trembled with such ferocity that his reverberations affected the spirits.  Forever things would be (one way or another) for the mind had split open in realization.  Presented as a beautiful dream that anyone could have.  He wanted to share it, but was extremely hesitant.  Tears streaked his face in reflection of the dream.  His soul burned with desire to share the beauty.  He felt trapped.  So he acted irrationally.  Intermittently he would come upon another that would see him for what he was and listen, rapturously, to the sound of the universe striking the knights soul like a berimbau.  As others heard of the dream-song they were touched.  They ventured out telling others, and they spoke with amazing eloquence, so as to illicit the beautiful vision in the mind’s eye.  Despite the storytellers’ sincere efforts, slight variations were introduced.  These variations became like sediment in water, and the once pure vision grew muddy with the silt of others.  This muddying was of course ever so slight, and went unnoticed by virtually all for four hundred years.  Then came argument as to whether or not the sediment had become the bars of a prison cell, preventing modern man from the lucid joy.  The knight’s name was invoked by those that were confused.  “What has happened to your vision?”

Some answered, “The sediment shall suffer entropy if left alone.”  But the knight had feared this; that people would overlook their dream.

The sediment became so thick that often one is unable to see anything else.  Is this true for you?

I have decided to swim.  I kick & thrash, wanting to:  live, affect & see clearly.  The particles swirl and eddy, and I see myself, treading water.

And one wanders… …no wonders: why entropy and empathy sound so alike to my ear.  Perhaps I’m unable to truly determine the difference.  Accept my deference? yeahway.

Why We Fight because we’re scared.. no?  “I’m not scared, I risk my life for my country!”  mmmm….  and now look at you

I choose to not fight because Johnny Got His Gun

“…My God – it’s full of stars.”  Did Dave become his own savior?  He could have but he chose to help humanity, he was, after all, the last… (soul surveyor)

I listen to (a) Generation of Transformation and I think. and i think…

what good is enlightenment when you still have to deal with the hours of the real world

’shouldn’t this answer be self evident?’

Alan Watts reminds me that a bodisattva is one that chooses to stay in order to help others realize their buddha nature.  For we are all buddhas and the bodisattva moves with the knowledge of such.  Seems tiring to me, perhaps that is the difference in my own lack of understanding being manifested.

I enjoy the feeling of deja vu… but it now reminds me of The Matrix – then is to experience deja vu to be in the matrix?  just to be safe I suggest that you figure out who your ‘the one’ is.. and give them a hug.

then i think, “well I don’t want that to be Keanu Reeves… not for me, but at any given moment, could the ‘one’ change?  if ‘the one’ is the answer, then is the answer transient?” But luckily I’m not stuck within the confines of a movie script….   right?

Sometimes when we make mistakes we think “I’ll never do that again”.  And while I might not ever go water-skiing again, I’m sure that I will again love.  Not that I was never without love.. but that topic seems far too terrible for the likes of me to attempt to navigate with words.

“Tell me who are you – cause I really want to know”- The Who

“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” Einstein

Yes, well “Sickness will surely take the mind, where minds can’t usually go.”  If the mind is a sense organ for thoughts (

In light of recent events I’m wondering if “widening our circle of compassion” & “ebrace(ing) all living creatures” is something to which we have a path…  (maybe) it (is/can be) NOW

“some would try for fame and glory – others just like to watch the world” daniel johnston

Pre-Existing Art:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudolf_Steiner

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/magazine/20jung-t.html

http://gapingvoid.com/

http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html

and then I found

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new post coming soon…  just you wait

³ The LORD said to him:

“I have heard the prayer and plea you have made before me; I have consecrated this temple, which you have built, by putting my Name there forever. My eyes and my heart will always be there.

⁴ “As for you, if you walk before me in integrity of heart and uprightness, as David your father did, and do all I command and observe my decrees and laws, ⁵ I will establish your royal throne over Israel forever, as I promised David your father when I said, ‘You shall never fail to have a man on the throne of Israel.’

⁶ “But if you or your sons turn away from me and do not observe the commands and decrees I have given you and go off to serve other gods and worship them, ⁷ then I will cut off Israel from the land I have given them and will reject this temple I have consecrated for my Name. Israel will then become a byword and an object of ridicule among all peoples. ⁸ And though this temple is now imposing, all who pass by will be appalled and will scoff and say, ‘Why has the LORD done such a thing to this land and to this temple?’ ⁹ People will answer, ‘Because they have forsaken the LORD their God, who brought their fathers out of Egypt, and have embraced other gods, worshiping and serving them—that is why the LORD brought all this disaster on them.’ ”

I finished “The Dark Tower” the other day and have been interested in doing more reading… ended up reading Kings (the Holy Bible) to gain more knowledge of Elijah.  As according to Wikipedia… my given name may be derived from the prophets name.

In my reading I came across the above passage, which seemed profound and timely…  applicable to some current situation(s)

One would think that this statement would mean something to those who are devote and question why -

So many miles have I been putting on the car.  There is certainly a closeness that I feel between the Accord and myself…  maybe that’s just because my ass is starting to leave an impression… okay that isn’t true.  And neither is the odometer reading*.. but is it important that this be the true milage for it to be an interesting milestone?

*we had to replace the console around 72,000 miles, which cleared it of those original miles..  of course most of the miles since then have been put on there by me or at least with me in the car.

It has me tangled.  I refuse to leave it unfinished.  Moving on to another book would at times feel so good.  I haven’t touched my Dostoyevsky in ages… or any other of the books I’ve brought along for that matter.

Is there merit in forcing myself through the words?  That stranger in New Paltz was so excited by these ideas that I had give it some credit.  I don’t remember his name, but I can easily visualize his gesticulations, manifestations of the understanding he believes to have found.

The Disappearance of the Universe, a pseudo Christian new-age book has only ran in circles.  Perhaps I’ll feel  differently after finishing it… but at over halfway through I keep repeating to myself the Bob Marley lyric:

Some people still think life is a dream

So they making matters worse

Am I reading because I feel it worthwhile or just because I need something to help me wind down the hours of each day?  As I travel by myself I find a certain restlessness.  Maybe that is what drives me, but I had been thinking that this trip would allow me time to quiet my mind. And reading this book only intensifies the swirls of thought.

Blah- are peace of mind and peace of body mutually inclusive?  If so I will be sure to not sleep in my car anymore; those two nights only led to a worst nights sleep.

Forgive yourself fool.

Last evening I was humbled by the generosity of the fellow in front of me at the cashier. As I approached the counter I could hear the grey haired mustachioed fellow telling the clerk, “and this guy coming up behind me, I’ll pay for his as well.”
Saving me $14 and change is enough to make me happy, but this gentleman quickly strode out of the store, leaving me slightly befuddled. I didn’t want to press the matter or ‘ruin the magic,’ as it were, by harassing him. Instead I gave him the most sincere thanks accompanied by my (I’m sure charmingly) innocent gaze.
Of course there was little virtue in what I was purchasing. The case of Fat Tire was not going to keep me fed for a week. Although I was purchasing it, in part, to replace some of my friend’s beer; to which I had helped myself on a previous evening. The altruistic action of this middle-aged stranger did however make it easier for me to forgive myself for getting beer in the first place.
I imagine that by the time the sun goes down I will be at least 12 fluid ounces more grateful to my patron of ale.

check out my snapshot galleries:   http://gallery.mac.com/mirvinos

enjoy

now on to Mesa Verde National Park

Legs tired and tan
zig zag tan lines on my feet
gypsyish lifestyle has downsides
been hot and cold – but sleeping in the car isn’t the worst

lack of goals directs me towards aimless streams
need to find work for myself, but not a job
confident that i will be OK

i don’t need money -yet- i worry about the future some

i’m in denver and my snapshots can be viewed at http://gallery.mac.com/mirvinos

I’m very excited to have this page up and running.