We went from this:
To this:
This should get things moving.
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UPDATE 03/15/21
Wednesday
Tuesday
Conversation in the Round
The conversation between the musician (playing guitar), music teacher, construction worker, college student, and I went something like this:
Hanging out with elderly ladies smoking cigarettes at bus stops talking about the KKK and how they should upgrade the robe to include bold prints and call themselves the KKHeeeyy (or enlist Juggalos and call it the KKAyyo) including a smattering of six year-old half-black girls playing violins at recitals (Suzuki method) for Korean parents so as not to bring "Shame to the family!"
Monday
What Do We Know? All Questions - Few Answers
Today's question comes from what I suppose I've been pursuing for at least a decade. The question (which very quickly becomes questions and is the foundation of a life's work) is:
What do we know? Nothing.
How well do you know yourself? Maybe even a better question is, do you know yourself at all? Separate what you believe you know from what you actually know. Not tendencies or preferences or the type of politics in which we subscribe.
But what we know. Nothing.
Because for all the This Is Me bravado I've spewed in a lifetime, I occasionally paint myself into thought-corners where I'm like, "oh shit, who the fuck am I anyway?" It's like a flicker of light in the darkness of nightmares where I think I have it all figured and can somehow save myself this time and then I realize, scio me nihil scire!
The one thing I can count on actually knowing, is that I know significantly nothing. And the unbearable realization is that I will never, ever, ever-in-a-million-years satisfy the particular pursuit of knowledge and curiosity. That defies logic, physics, and the time-space continuum.
The older I get and the more experience I gain, the one constant realized is that the rate of questions I have outpaces the answers by far. This differential applies not only to the external world but, I now realize, applies to the self as well.
How many people have actually invested resources in getting their own ideals and beliefs straight? I'm talking about serious introspection, self-knowledge, or a pure unencumbered awareness (Jnana). Self-realization but without all of the Paramahansa's rules [I remember reading that Yogananda shit in high school thinking I get it but why can't I do it my own damn way?]. Awareness and personal harmony without all the yoga and meditation and the "conceptual constraints" that come with that.
What you think you are may not be exactly what you actually live. How does one reconcile that?
Why is this important anyway? I guess if that's the question it doesn't really matter then.
γνῶθι σεαυτόν
Q: How well do we know ourselves?How well do I know myself? Not physical or personality traits, but essence and being. Do we even have words to describe what we know in this regard when we distill to simple representations? Not where we work or where we live or charming smiles.
What do we know? Nothing.
How well do you know yourself? Maybe even a better question is, do you know yourself at all? Separate what you believe you know from what you actually know. Not tendencies or preferences or the type of politics in which we subscribe.
But what we know. Nothing.
Because for all the This Is Me bravado I've spewed in a lifetime, I occasionally paint myself into thought-corners where I'm like, "oh shit, who the fuck am I anyway?" It's like a flicker of light in the darkness of nightmares where I think I have it all figured and can somehow save myself this time and then I realize, scio me nihil scire!
The one thing I can count on actually knowing, is that I know significantly nothing. And the unbearable realization is that I will never, ever, ever-in-a-million-years satisfy the particular pursuit of knowledge and curiosity. That defies logic, physics, and the time-space continuum.
The older I get and the more experience I gain, the one constant realized is that the rate of questions I have outpaces the answers by far. This differential applies not only to the external world but, I now realize, applies to the self as well.
How many people have actually invested resources in getting their own ideals and beliefs straight? I'm talking about serious introspection, self-knowledge, or a pure unencumbered awareness (Jnana). Self-realization but without all of the Paramahansa's rules [I remember reading that Yogananda shit in high school thinking I get it but why can't I do it my own damn way?]. Awareness and personal harmony without all the yoga and meditation and the "conceptual constraints" that come with that.
What you think you are may not be exactly what you actually live. How does one reconcile that?
Why is this important anyway? I guess if that's the question it doesn't really matter then.
γνῶθι σεαυτόν
Sunday
Saturday
Convergence
"I believe in convergences too (and divergences). The key is being able to identify them when they happen. Or better yet, right before they happen."
"You're circling around something, that's for sure. I'm excited to see what it turns into."
"How much of Bonsai is intentionally created and how much is natural and just flows?"
"Converging and verging and freshness, I'm all for it. It is March, after all. Something is over and something starts in March."
"Feeling it coming...sensing it under the surface, or the change in the air current.... I am vicariously pricking up my ears, feeling for vibrations in the ground."
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Friday
Untitled Retrospective
Retrospective? Survey? History?
just a bunch of posts non-cleverly titled "Untitled" and not really in some cases
just click on "Older Post" until you can't or look until your ADD kicks in
untitled
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