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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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