Re: virus: the arational moment

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    On 17 Feb 2001, at 2:03, John Rappel wrote:

    > Did you ever feel like you were surrounded by water - like a fish,
    > breathing and moving within it - and the water was light that cradled
    > you in its glory and made you a part of it; a part of it and connected
    > through it to the other aquanauts that share the world-ocean? As if
    > you were drifting above the blazing streetlights, a punch-clock god
    > coming off shift and swimming home, still relishing the fractal
    > memories (every night different, yet the same) of your presence
    > touching the billions of dreams like liquid jewels glowing in the
    > constellations of sleep?
    >
    > Did you ever look out into the darkness beyond the bone-framed windows
    > of your eyes and yearn? Not for something you could describe, not for
    > a construct of words that classifies a portion of reality, not for the
    > concrete and flesh that rules the world, but for a glimpse of the
    > indescribable? Have you felt the mystic impulse that throbs beneath
    > the surface of our selves, the lava beneath the tectonic plates of all
    > thoughts - like your molten childhood soul,crusted over by adulthood,
    > and still roiling with discontent? You should not lose yourself in
    > this yearning, yet neither should you entirely cap the volcanoes of
    > your passion: to do the first is to deny the humanity of your rational
    > thought, to do the second is to deny the humanity of your emotional
    > thought. To be either an animal or a machine.
    >
    > Embracing paradox is the only surety against surety, you cannot
    > understand until you know that you do not understand. Arrogance is the
    > armor of the faithful and faithless alike, in a war that you need not
    > volunteer to fight. There are two kinds of dogmatics -those who have
    > belief and those who have knowledge. Flee them both, they are nothing
    > but animals and machines, and you must walk the way between.
    > Complexities rage and tumble into simplicities, while simplicities
    > aggregate and complexify, and all is in a state of flux and
    > indeterminancy that can never be entirely unwoven. Like a whirlpool
    > whose edge you must orbit, yet never give yourself to, always resist
    > the pull of the absolute - for it is the basis of dogma, of
    > totalitatarian and elitist thinking that excludes and belittles, of
    > the glittering black neon of the deathtown that never shuts down.
    >
    > There is a power beyond the torn pages of logic, which is like that
    > atoms that make up molecules that make up cells that embody organs
    > that organize into bodies, yet speaking of atoms does not explain the
    > lovers entangled in bliss. There is a harmony at the deepest levels, a
    > symphony of theories built on axioms and observations, yet this
    > harmony is not all of the song, for we are voices that rise above the
    > music and make themes of our own. The incompleteness of all formal
    > systems ensures that the fabric of rationality can never simulate the
    > full texture of being, and forces us to extend our axioms to extend
    > our systems ever further, ever more thinly woven, and by this
    > extension logics are transcended, for axioms are ever arational.
    > (Popper can only find his own falsification; self-referent proofs are
    > formalities without foundations).
    >
    > Science is like reading the notes on the pages given to the musicians
    > of the universe; philosophy is building ears with which to listen; and
    > art is adding your voice to the mix. (Religion tries to elbow aside
    > the conductor and play a new and boring tune). This scientific
    > philosophical artist plays along, awaiting and anticipating a new
    > renaissance, like a jazzman who is never surprised by which way the
    > music wends and winds. Where's the rest of the band?
    >
    >
    > the preceding brought to you from the magmatic depths of the worldsoul
    > known as John Rappel
    > ---------------------------------------------------- "i live in a town
    > where you can't change a thing' - radiohead
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    > extruded memespace @ http://members.home.net/john.rappel/
    >
    >

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