Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Yes Sir, I dare to.

All the world tempted. All needs sustained. Desire and motivation, very similar. Intent, and action. Precision words.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Raindrop World

There seems to be a swelling dynamic in my chest. It swells and churns. I think it is the knot of my emotions, brought all the more nearer the surface of consciousness through recent events. Exhilarating, and terrifying all at once, the sensation is one of impending change. Yes, I am facing significant changes in my lifestyle. I have yet to evolve my studies into a sustainable activity. Pursuing my interests into private study at the closure of this most recent school year has been one of the most rewarding decisions I have yet to make in my life. I experience the personal satisfaction of doing what I love every day! The days continue to fall from the calendar, and my skills improve. I look forward to this continuing excitement of revelation, every moment of my being.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Amphibian

A man of his word, the word (amphibian) brings others to mind: frog, mucus, and well.

A tadpole with it's tail matures and then has none. From my recent experience it seems those who desire to reach the highest tier of spiritually enlightenment also mature along the same line.

Crocodile, alligator; I still have yet to master the difference between them. Both amphibians? Cold blooded creatures? Lizards.

Their buoyancy controlled by the amount of air found in their lungs.

A frog, living at the bottom of a well, is told about the vastness of the ocean. Though he's never seen it, he tries to imagine it. He pumps his belly larger and larger until finally, he bursts. - Srimad Bagavatam.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Ambition

Dreamy thoughts, an end goal in sight.

In hindsight, or through the minds eye.

I near the end goal.

Realization of this tangibility further develops,

is it any more than thoughts allowed to manifest?

Which desires divide you?

Do all of these desires reside inside of you?

Were they suggested by sensation?

Did you perceive prolonged elation?

Giving is an action: to give up, give in, give out.

Believe it?

The truth to you, and one other.

The truth of two.

En joie de vivre.



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Monday, June 22, 2009

Pressure Fronts

Hi and low pressure. Temperature. Hot and cold. The flow of electrons: concentration of charges. Current: the flow of electrical charges from high concentration to low. In the center of the Earth, a molten core rotates. This core, hotter than the surface of our planet, orbits around the blistering heat of our sun. As we travel away from the core, the temperature falls until we escape our planets atmosphere and enter the deep freeze of space. On route towards the sun, the temperature is absolute zero until we enter the Sun's corona. Here, a medium contains a vibrational energy that can be sensed as temperature. Back on the surface: are we heating up, or cooling down? As the medium disperses throughout the vastness of space we reach equilibrium. In the mean time, why not enjoy the system? Too cold? Approach the core, leave for the sun. Too warm? Head towards the void.

Friday, June 19, 2009

What's going on is on.

The one sided situation: a one sided conversation. Paradoxically cannot be had by believers. The entity remains unseen, replies are to be interpreted. The perceived lack of reply may be attributed to the fundamental attribution error. The world outside the self exists symbiotically with the individual, constantly making requests and offering replies. The apparent frustration experienced by one who perceives to be ignored is his own creation. The tension, felt by any sensitive to the situation, obstructs the processing of adequacy. Calmly, accept the response. I find it blissfully elegant.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

On approach from a week day.

I wonder if there is a subconscious association between the semantic content of English word combinations 'week day' and 'weak day'. If there were it is no longer subconscious. Perhaps most knowledge is uncovered in a like manner; making a transition from the subconscious mind to the conscious. Was the title 'week day' given and used as a device imposed on all English speaking humans, intending to lower their self-worth and consequently, their productivity? Unconscious of the modern world, I dare believe Monday to Friday are strong days and Saturday and Sunday is the strong-beginning.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Ratchet

Internal technology, the invisible kind, physical or metaphysical? I am aloof of the internal workings of a ratchet. The mechanism may be simple, sophisticated, complex, elegant. The mechanism may be purely psychological. An electrical force, woven into a tapestry of specific action. --r-r-ratchet--- r-ratchet--- ratchet--- ratchet..

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

All of my ideas: good?

I'm in a bit of a mood, not a bad one, though I was a tad miffed this morning. I woke up near the dawning hour: 4 am, with an erection, not an unusual thing, though today I found it frustrating. There is something to be said about frustrations, at least there is something I've read.

Monday, June 15, 2009

When the weather turns...

I have a fascination with philosophy. This fascination lead me to study the world of the unseen. Last night, as I lay awake in the dark of my room, patiently waiting for sleep to over take my senses, I made a definite assumption. At this point I ceased philosophizing. So be it. I'd been studying scriptures with an aid provided by missionaries of the Jehovah's Witnesses variety. Within a Bible study teaching aid document/book they left with me, the human spirit, or our unique/individual consciousness as I am using it to refer to, ceases to exist upon death of the mortal body. As I lay awake I thought "I am an electrical signal, all that is is a momentary electrical signal. That which causes electricity is magnetism." I searched my thoughts to find the source of magnetism. "Electricity may create magnetism".

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Are you alright?

I write and I write and I write, but it's not blogging, oh no, far from it! Is it?