It has been the same as far back as I can remember. Even though I spend many conscious moments attempting to force my mind to travel in this beautiful way, I am never able to recreate the flight...not in words, not in ink, not in thought. But, I have learned a day’s dream can fuel a nighttime’s tryst.
And so, it is always late at night and always when I am most hopeful that it begins. At the bottom of the stairs I stand and wait. The moment is always the same. I take a deep breath, and then with my arms outstretched, I lean forward. The lift is immediate. I glide easily up the staircase, out into to the open expanse of the room, and then out the front door.
Once outside, I rise even further and the world below me becomes smaller and I become bigger. I am always alone while I fly. I am light. Flight is effortless and I am unencumbered. I am fearless. And, as I acknowledge that wonderful feeling I become aware that I will soon wake up and it will be over. I will return to my feet with gravity’s hold on me and the notion that I can accomplish anything as long as I stand.
p.s. my pockets are lined with holes big enough to hold coins and small enough to sift dirt.
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even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
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something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
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“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
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«Oldest ‹Older 1201 – 1400 of 2128 Newer› Newest»sdock what you are saying makes sense. People are drawn to the thrill of the unknown. Sometimes they just want to "feel". Good, bad it doesn't matter. Feeling something makes you know you are alive.
Okay then, I'm gonna put it out there. Honestly I remember Mayo bringing this up once in a post, and I've been dying to get on it, but I can't remember where it was. Recently though.
So the question about "why are we never satisfied" leads me naturally into questions about the existence of the soul. Here's why:
My theory, the one that seems logical to me, is that all human behavior can be traced back to chemical makeup and the survival instinct. All behavior. Art, love of beauty, wanting to leave your legacy, searching for healthy environments and how things that are pleasing to the human eye nearly always can be traced back to the survival instinct. Even "near death experiences" in which people "see heaven" or their loved ones etc. can almost be chemical reactions to great physical stress. (Note the "almost": if you are dying already, then what is the need for the trippy endorphin rush? It does nothing to aid either your survival or the survival or your clan or the species. Of course though, like many human anomalies, it could be just there.)
Anyways, so in my mind, I've already shot down everyone's best arguments for the existence of the soul. Past lives, near death experiences, tangential experiences, these are all chemical reactions in your brain.[1]
Art, "love," (for mankind, family or erotic love,) the need for approval, admiration for beauty, power, money, movies, hoarding, self-expression, laughter, specific tastes (programmed usually by the environment) can all, without fail, be traced back to the survival instinct.
All the things we feel, everything that makes us sentient, and everything we use to prove that we are more than just blood and bones and chemistry, well, it's really all blood, bones, chemistry and survival.
The urge for self-destruction threw me for a while--if we're so wired for survival and only survival, wouldn't this out of place urge disprove that theory?--but I already explained that one up there.
There's no proof, and I have no faith. Faith is something you either have or you don't. I don't go on faith because although I think it is very sweet, it is also driven by the hope for something more; again, the urge for survival. Spiritual immortality is the biggest form of survival. Of course we want to believe. That's how strong that urge is. We want so badly to never die that we set up a system of belief in which we never have to.
The thing is, I do want to believe in something after death, because hell, I don't want to stop! I would love to find something to just prove it. Something logical and none of this talk about "faith" and "spirituality" and that kind of stuff. The thing is, no one knows. As much as you believe, you never actually know.
I don't want to believe in god because the idea of some big dude up there making rules and keeping score really effing rubs me the wrong way.
But life after death and spiritual immortality, yeah, I'd love to believe in that. I just can't find any logical reason to.[2]
[1]A note about chemical reactions in your brain causing stimulus or vice versa, and it is an interesting one: Well, the "apple pie" section of your brain lights up like a shop when you smell an apple pie, right? But that doesn't mean that the apple pie is not there.
[2] Yet against my better reason, I still sort of do believe in it.
We want the thrill of doing things that could cause our demise.
Part of that has to be psychological as well though, right?
Boredom and other factors aside, some are more willing than others to take risks in order to acheive what they term as "satisfied."
I don't think there's one determining element.
Ergo,
In a way, I am that type of person...trying to feel everything. It doesn't mean I understand it. I just am that way.
mustardisbetter said...
I believe we walk along the edge so close to death because it gives us the illusion of feeling more alive.
Maybe by doing so, they are better able to see the difference between life and death.
Yup, there is something to that, I agree.
Anonymous said...
Evolution happens much, much slower than technology. So, it is difficult to relate the two.
No, I agree with that. ANd honestly, the only thing that's gonna tell on that one is time.
However. Even a hundred years ago, people with the cancer gene, people with heart disease or some great disability (genetic one I mean as aquired physical characteristics are never inherited,) didn't live long enough to breed. Now, because we've got medicine and those people are living longer lives with workable reproductive parts, they are passing those genes on. That's not necessarily a bad thing though, because medicine is, well, there.
missT current theory is that we had a common ancestor somem millions of years ago and chimps/apes/human etc branched off from there.
Evolution is a nice theory but it is extremely fluid and changes with discoveries and a lot of questions are just overlooked as it becomes too complex and the evidence is just not there as far as current discoveries goes.The expectation is that they will be answered at some point in the future
It should really still be referred to as an hypothesis but that doesn't sound as good
But life after death and spiritual immortality, yeah, I'd love to believe in that. I just can't find any logical reason to.
I also am a non believer although I enjoy all the stories from other religions.
We have had this discussion before.
I think I have told how I do believe in a scientific afterlife. I believe in different dimensions. I don't believe this is the end. But I don't believe in a big man in a nightdress with a dodgy beard. (don't mean to offend but that is how he is always depicted).
Right, people often confuse the word "theory" (which is something that is proven i.e. the theory of relativity) with hypothesis. I do it too out of laziness.
Evolution may be sketchy right now but there's enough evidence to show the truth in it. Yo, it happened. ^_^
Ergo,
That Valerian root that you told me to get smells like stanky ass.
But...so far so good.
Okay, damn.
That's a lot to take in, but yeah. I get what you're getting at.
I've changed a lot of my beliefs about government and religion. I believe the idea of religion is conjured up for those who need something to believe in, those who (like Jules said) need to know there's more beyond this life.
I think the idea also has a bit to do with calming fears and aggressions, and is used more as a tool than a learning experience.
Government is a totally seperate issue.
But, yeah, I can see where you're coming from.
kapunua note [1] doesn't make sense
and some did live long enough to breed or the gene would be gone now
I think I have told how I do believe in a scientific afterlife. I believe in different dimensions. I don't believe this is the end.
Ahh, now THIS I like a lot. Yep, and quantum theory (yesh yesh, theory,) holds this up. There are other dimensions and it stands to reason that if so, there must be other "you's" out there.
HOWEVER. This theory also states that the other dimensions (which go on at a right angle to the one you're in, and a right angle to that, and a right angle to that: not fluid knots but hard angles, true story,) are going on at the same time. The space-time continuum doesn't care about your perception of it. Everything happens at once, everywhere.
That in mind, can you really have "past" lives and "life after death" if there is no such thing as past, present, future, before, after etc.?
Also, what does this say to the actual soul? Do the other "yous" share the soul? This can (and I think does account for the "past life flashes" we sometimes get, some of us, which implies that there is some connection to your other dimensions, right?
What causes the connection? A soul, maybe?
It's a nice thought. One that I hope is true.
But I don't believe in a big man in a nightdress with a dodgy beard. (don't mean to offend but that is how he is always depicted).
Agreed.
Sdock, I'm really glad that's working for you. :)
There are other dimensions and it stands to reason that if so, there must be other "you's" out there.
Which could lead back into our discussion on dreams, correct?
sdock I know it doesn't smell really good but I'm glad it's helping!
Well this gets into what we were talking about last night...about how I have this obsession with floating between life and death...but you mentioned soul last night. Would it be a soul or energy? I don't know.
Nor do I know why I am obsessed with this idea...of dying to be brought back to life.
Maybe dying is the wrong word...transcending maybe?
kapunua note [1] doesn't make sense
I'll try to be a bit more clear.
The question on the table in that instance is this: Every "feeling" you have is a chemical reaction in your brain, right? Sure. Some people have a more highly developed "spiritual" part of their brain, I guess. Nuns, for instance. They did this experiment years ago with brain-scanning nuns while they were praying or "communing with god" to find out which section of the brain was engaged. They found that it lit up like crazy, thus proving that those spiritual feelings were chemicals in the brain.
But they couldn't say "nothing mroe than chemical reactions" because of the Apple Pie Aspect. This states that: Yes, all kinds of "apple pie" receptors light up in your brain when you smell an apple pie, meaning that all the feelings and urges etc. that go with it were chemical reactions--just like the spiritual ones. But that does not mean that the apple pie was not there to be smelled.
This just means that proving that everything is a chemical reaction does not necessarily disprove there being something there to set those reactors off.
and some did live long enough to breed or the gene would be gone now
Right, and that's because of treatment. Not even modern treatment, even older ones.
I liked the stephen Hawkins theory about the 11 dimensions and other universes in our here and now but they are too small to be seen.
Not sure how he knows that they are doughnut shaped though.
I do think that the universe is round though. It has to be to have no begining or end. Spheres are the shape of all things floating in our universe so why not the universe itself.
Maybe it's the need to feel two different states of being at nearly the same time?
To know what it's like to be dead, but then be conscious enough to remember it.
oh I see you have a very roundabout way of explaining something really simple
See I dig discussions like these!!
I am totally giddy right now!!
mustardisbetter said...
There are other dimensions and it stands to reason that if so, there must be other "you's" out there.
Which could lead back into our discussion on dreams, correct?
It sure as hell could.
sdock10 said...
Well this gets into what we were talking about last night...about how I have this obsession with floating between life and death...but you mentioned soul last night. Would it be a soul or energy? I don't know.
Maybe dying is the wrong word...transcending maybe?
Yup, I got into this headspace last night after your post.
You can "transcend" without physical death though: dreams; yes I know it's different but it is an altered mental state and all things considered, this is the kind of experience you are talking about when you whittle it down: near-death would be a severely altered mental state.
Or you could be like Dr. House. Electrocute yourself trying to chase down your soul, and find nothing. Then honestly, you would have gained nothing, and lost a profound mystery.
I do think that the universe is round though. It has to be to have no begining or end. Spheres are the shape of all things floating in our universe so why not the universe itself.
And the idea of roundness is directly correlated with the study of Psychology.
That was the basis of their studies. The idea of spheres.
You guys want to get together and do the "Flatliners" thing and see what happens?
Muahahah....
I am too, Solly! ^_^
MissTottenham said...
I liked the stephen Hawkins theory about the 11 dimensions and other universes in our here and now but they are too small to be seen.
Right, that when you wave your hand around, you are traveling interdimensionally! Which is very neat!
Not sure how he knows that they are doughnut shaped though.
That's some math thing that I will never, ever even begin to fathom. I saw numbers and shut down. Numbers make me from "OMG quantum theory and other realities!!!" to "Wow, I could go for a sandwich."
I do think that the universe is round though. It has to be to have no begining or end. Spheres are the shape of all things floating in our universe so why not the universe itself.
Because of string theory, I think, and Superstrings.*
*Which almost sounds like a feminine hygiene product.
I think chemical reactions or more likely, magnetic reactions in the brain can explain alien abduction.
When people report their electrical parts of the car going haywire and automatically decided that the loss of time and strange dreams must mean aliens, maybe they should remember that there is so much electricity in the brain. If something is interferring with electricals in the car, why would it not be doing the same to your brain at the same time and inducing weird dreams.
Of course alien abduction is the most obvious answer. And I am just waffling.
This sucks...I totally need to get in bed before midnight. I hate to leave you guys but I am going to say nite to Mayo and be off.
This is very much like the story The Labyrinth, which I believe was the title.
And, from which, the movie "Pan's Labyrinth" was taken.
String Theory and all that jazz.
so kapunua by your example the fact that certain areas of the brain lit up shows that there could indeed be a sprit they are communicating with , as the mere presesnce of the brain activity does not prove or disprove the existence of the stimuli,
seeing as thinking of a certain stimulus also creates activity in the same areas of the brain as the actual stimulus.
ie: recalling an apple pie will light up the same brain areas, especially if recalled under hypnosis ie: without other interference
Oh, Solly! We can totally continue on some other dark night, right? ^_^
MissT, that's true and I remember your hypotheses about electrical storms and how energy never goes away, it only transforms.
Wow, It's an Ergo!
Hiya again girls. At least the noise is somewhat bearable now.
-A
Superstrings, for the woman on the go.
My head hurts.
I don't guess any pun is intended, but you can think so if you choose. :)
It's like a phantom limb.
MissT: But the important question about the transference and I guess transmutation of energy (human electrical activity) is that once the vessel for it is gone, even if it doesn't disappear and merely changes form: is it still sentient?
Ergo: That's the hypothesis.
Yes Splash, and not only Pan's Labyrinth, but the movie Stay. Also Waking Life. Those both explore the madness or last neurons firing and the "realities" that can possibly go on then. ("Realities" in quotes because of its subjective nature. Holy hell,if I remembered I'd put that bastard in quotes every time.)
Hey, you remembered my thunderstorm theory.
I feel like I should be wearing my white lab coat now and carrying a clipboard.
It's like a phantom limb.
Which is another thing that fascinates me entirely.
The closest I've ever come is waking up with a numb arm because I've slept on it wonky. And to see it there, but not feel it. That's totally backwards from the idea of "phantom limb," but it's the closest I can get without amputation.
Anonymous said...
It's like a phantom limb.
Exactly, except in that case, the trigger in question really isn't there.
So that kinda blows that hypotheses to hell, right? Because apparently you can feel, sense, and make sense of things that don't really exist.
Huh.
That's totally backwards from the idea of "phantom limb," but it's the closest I can get without amputation.
LOL Splash. Experiment totally not worth any resulting theory. ;)
K, that is the question.
Maybe it isn't sentient but just replays over and over like a recording.
missT the brain is highly susceptible to electromagnetic fields and this is used to explain may supernatural experiences, the use of EF meters in ghost hunting shows is really quite erroneous. Some people are able to influence electromagnetic fields also, and are often credited as having psychic abilities, so having a psychic near an investigator is not good testing conditions
It's fun to think about these things, but in the end we will probably never know the answers.
Goodnight and sweet dreams solly. Hi amy
Mayo,
How the hell are you? Mondays suck ass! Why is that? Who made up that rule? Mine was busy. The people were crazy and rude. I totally got hung up on 2 times today. Seriously. It almost hurt my feelings. I was like damn, what did I do?
Uh oh...I have a filthy mouth tonight. I don't know where that came from. I haven't been cussing until just now. Well, I know you are used to my posts being as spastic as I am so I'm sure your ears have heard worse. I certainly know that I have written worse than this. Ramble much? Yes, seems so.
How do you like our discussion in here tonight? I love to talk about stuff like this. I really get excited about it. You can sit there and go...yeah but this and what if this...and but wait have you ever heard of this. A lot of learning and enlightening can happen on a night like this. Mental stimulation makes me giddy!!
Was that more than you needed to know?
Are you laughing at me? Uh huh, I bet.
Niiiiiiiice!
Could I say the word "this" just one more time?
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. Trying to transcend!
That's cool ergo.
You know I love all that ghost hunting stuff. I have an open mind and I like to observe.
Those suffering from "phantom limb" do normally recover, correct?
They finally stop feeling what's not there, right?
If so, it's taking the brain time to catch up with the body. The origin of the signals start in the brain, technically don't go anywhere (the limb isn't there), then end up back in the brain.
So, where do the signals go if they have nothing to reach? And just how the hell does the brain realize it can feel something that isn't there?
(OMG, I totally feel like I'm talking outta my ass.)
Goodnight solly sweetie.
Anonymous said...
It's fun to think about these things, but in the end we will probably never know the answers.
In the end? We'd better effing know.
But not till the end. Right? ^_^
Hiya BC!
Quantums stuff?
-A
LOL @ me for restating Jules' question in an incomprehensible way!
Well, it made sense in the old noodle.
Anonymous said...
It's fun to think about these things, but in the end we will probably never know the answers.
Unless it never really ends...it just keeps going...in one form or another.
See how I can't leave this discussion!!!
Many claims of alien abduction can be attributed to sleep paralysis.
Goodnight SollyWolly! I'm next, early morning and long-ass day for me tomorrow too.
mustardisbetter said...
Those suffering from "phantom limb" do normally recover, correct?
They finally stop feeling what's not there, right?
Right, and apparently there are ways to speed up up this process. I don't recall exactly what they were doing, but in one experiment they had amputees experiencing debilitating phantom pain put their remaining symmetrical limb in a box with a mirror that they could see. Tricking the brain like this, they saw a healthy, pain free limb and were able to process "no pain."
It's insane how we are able to fool ourselves, both for better and for worse.
If so, it's taking the brain time to catch up with the body. The origin of the signals start in the brain, technically don't go anywhere (the limb isn't there), then end up back in the brain.
So, where do the signals go if they have nothing to reach?
That's too right.
And just how the hell does the brain realize it can feel something that isn't there?
That's The Big Question I guess. ^_^
(OMG, I totally feel like I'm talking outta my ass.)
Well it seems like your ass went to school with you then. :)
phantom limb is unusual and interesting but is quite easily explainable in terms of peripheral nerve pathways and neural networks
I find quite fascinating the phenomenon occurring when the corpus callosum connecting the two cerebral hemispheres is cut to prevent the transfer of epileptic siezures and each hand becomes controlled by the other side of the brain
Amyranth said...
Hiya BC!
Quantums stuff?
TOTALLY. :D
*is rolling in catnip*
Well it seems like your ass went to school with you then. :)
Yeah, and it's still broken from yesterday. :(
hiya amyranth!!!!
how are you?
having anything yummy for dinner?
missT ghost hunting is very interesting stuf - especially if it involves Karl and Stuart
I find quite fascinating the phenomenon occurring when the corpus callosum connecting the two cerebral hemispheres is cut to prevent the transfer of epileptic siezures and each hand becomes controlled by the other side of the brain
There are repercussions to this, but I can't remember what they are now.
Something stops working.
I wonder if anyone here who believes in a god and the afterlife would explain what they see in their minds when they picture heaven.
I find it strange that when people have died and been brought back, they never mention seeing a god.
These so called spirits that psychics talk to never mention a god.
Where did god go when they died? Is he in a heaven? Do you get to meet him? Why don't all the people who "come back" see him?
So many questions.
Kapunua said...
Amyranth said...
Hiya BC!
Quantums stuff?
TOTALLY. :D
*is rolling in catnip*
AHAHHAA! Good one!
-A
Ooo, MissT. You have me pondering more.
Those are all really good questions. None of which I have any answers to.
Anon, really? That's interesting.
Ergo, Karl and Stuart rule. I wonder if his hair has grown back yet.
Couple more things re: reality and perception before I head off to bed.
Solly, MissT, and everyone with an interest in "transcendent" reality: Here is a book you will probably love, it is called The Education Of Oversoul Seven. (Yo, I had no idea there was a third book; I should order it.)
I read it for the first time when I was eight and even though it is clearly a work of fiction, it was kinda mind-blowing. I read it again as an adult and found it still mindblowing.
Basically it's about alternate realities and the "other yous" that exist in them, all happening at once, and an "oversoul" who is made up of the parts of all of the "yous." Very crafty book.
One more thing.
This is what I was babbling about after I wrote that poem about light. And indeed, in the actual poem itself. (Mayo, in case you were interested. I know you love the light. Do you love its duality too?) This page explains the experiment which explores the apparent, uhh well, sentience of light. No, seriously.
An individual electron, passing through just one hole in the experiment, seems to be aware whether or not the second hole is covered up, and to adjust its trajectory accordingly.
This is not a hypothesis or a thought experiment. It is a real physical experiment that has yielded this result over and over again.
They do not have an answer to how it can possibly be like this.
Incidentally, I can't think of "alien abductions" and "sleep paralysis" without thinking of Christopher Walken playing Whitley Streiber.
OTOH, it's pretty cool to think of Christopher Walken doing just about anything, at any time, for any reason.
I need to say this:
I LIKE PANCAKES. ;)
Dudes and dudesses, it's been one hell of a night, right?! TODD's so cool. He's kinda sheepish, so make him feel welcome. Thank you for the thought-provoking discussion!
Goodnight, Mayo! If that doesn't give you something to dream about, I'm really not sure what will! Have a good one, dude.
Goodnight, SS! It's been a bit, but I hope everything's okay. Still lighting the Earth like that big sun on that sausage commercial. The dad's making breakfast or something, and he's dressed as the sun, and his little girl's asking him why he's up so early making food, and he answers in the most stoic manner: "Because I have to light and heat the world."
Dude, you should get on that. ;)
Night!
mustard the two hemispheres fail to communicate leading to each side making decisions and the opposite hand carrying it out.
Also the right side is unable to speak or read and the left side is more deficient in touch and emotion/creativity
the patients need to retrain their reactions and aviod ever looking with only one eye, sound/hearing is much less of an issue though.
I met a woman who would go to her cupboard and each hand would take an outfit though she would be talking about the one in her right hand, she often would want the one in her left
Sorry mustard, I don't want to make your head hurt.
I love it when the scientists can prove this stuff.
OTOH, it's pretty cool to think of Christopher Walken doing just about anything, at any time, for any reason.
He's gonna be on SNL in a few weeks.
*eyes peeled*
Okay, goodnight!
kapunua if you ever get the opportunity to see it done it is fascinating
Ergo, tonight it's chicken stew, but everyone else is having a few drinks, so I have a feeling it will be LEFTOVER chicken stew.
-A
Goodnight Mustard, sweet dreams.
Did you know that although women have smaller brains, they use both sides before making a descision, whereas a man uses the one side.
goodnight kapunua and mustard sweet dreams
Goodnight K, sweet dreams.
In regards to brains, it's quality, not quantity.
Some of the biggest fools, house the biggest brains.
Goodnight and sweet dreams Mustard. Miss T, interesting stuff.
missT because men cannot do two things at once, even inside their own head!
amyranth i'm having chicken too but marinated wings and salad, the drinks sound nice though!
Goodnight K, sweet dreams.
Thanks BC sweetie.
Hear, hear anon and ergo.
Ergo, the drinks aren't bad. What sucks is watching a movie with the surround CRANKED. My head is paining.
-A
Ergo: You mean the light experiment? I would give a lot to see that, seriously.
mustardisbetter said...
OTOH, it's pretty cool to think of Christopher Walken doing just about anything, at any time, for any reason.
He's gonna be on SNL in a few weeks.
*eyes peeled*
O_______O
IS IT A NEW ONE? OR A REPEAT??
Oh my gosh you guys, PLEASE don't let me forget! I don't keep up with SNL anymore but Walken is my fave. Holy crap, I can't miss that.
Welp, I'm headin' for my beddin' where i'll bed down for the night. ("Oh I'm headin' for my beddin' where I'll lay down, sleep me tight!" Etc.)
Mayo, we questioned, spiritualized, despiritualized, quantumed and physicked up your blog tonight. I hope you don't mind. More: I hope you enjoyed it. I don't remember what it was you said that made me think to ask what your opinion was on such deep, dark (light) matters, but it was recent.
Have a good sleep and a pleasant tomorrow. ^_^
S(S)S, I know you are out there being happy and awesome. We miss you. I hope you're having days wherein nothing:
irks, disturbs, annoys, bothers, discombobulates, irritates, aggravates, pesters, concerns, or vexes you in any way. ^_^ Take care.
Guys, thank you so much for this awesome conversation. Seriously, anytime. Any time.
anon I lived as a child acrss the road from a physicist who once climbed a tree to lop a branch and cut it between himself and the trunk! he also couldn't work out why their car wouldn't go into the garage so kept trying until he did, then realised the roof racks had been on.
Intelligence does not equal common sense or social fluency!
Hello all
Blogger ergoproxy said...
mustard the two hemispheres fail to communicate leading to each side making decisions and the opposite hand carrying it out.
Also the right side is unable to speak or read and the left side is more deficient in touch and emotion/creativity
the patients need to retrain their reactions and aviod ever looking with only one eye, sound/hearing is much less of an issue though.
I met a woman who would go to her cupboard and each hand would take an outfit though she would be talking about the one in her right hand, she often would want the one in her left
March 17, 2008 11:13 PM
i saw a show about things like that on pbs it was really good
yes kapunua!we did a lot of experimentation at uni,light radioactivity some for my subjects some because I'd tag along with friends, I love electron microscopy too. And of course I have done many many biology psychology experiments
Hey Martha
How are you feeling today?
Hi MJ!
it is absolutely astounding how the brain does these things!
Hi elena! Nice to see you!
Ergo, sometimes you cannot help but feel sympathy for males.
They can boast about the size of their craniums, but it would be hard to go through life having a lot of your decision making processes controlled by a primitive external organ. *smirks*
Well, it is 3:30am here. Time to sign off.
Goodnight everyone, that was fascinating.
I hope any religious people weren't offended by our questions. I have many many questions. I love to see other people's ideas about it.
Nighty night everyone, have fun.
Hey Ergo. Is it light were you are?
Once again it is the same group of people, or I should say CLIQUE of people, talking over everyone else. The same four or five people with maybe one or two extras. See you are so overbearing, it is not fair to the people who want to talk about other things or who don't think about things like this or aren't interested. If it's not poetry it's this bullshit and Kapu even mentioned poetry again. LIKE ALWAYS.
Why can't it be like it was?
Hello elena I'm well how are you?
My I.Q. is 160 and I am constantly looking for my keys when they are in my hand.
Face it anon you're not going to like anything they say. You don't like the poetry and want conversation. They have a conversation and it's not good enough for you. It's not what is being said that pisses you off it is who is saying it.
Besides it's not their fault that you can't keep up with the big kids.
Goodnight Miss t
I just dandy, Martha.
Thanks for asking
It is elena! but it's going I think looks like it'll rain again, it's only 1:30pm
anon it would be hard having all your blood leave your brain periodically too!
goodnight missT
IQ anon, ditto I can forget what I was doing halfway toward doing it!
On the PBS special I watched Ep The had a boy who was born with a problem with his brain were the two hemispheres didn't communicate with each other. They were also doing experiments with insect brains. and with how they fly
anon it would be hard having all your blood leave your brain periodically too!
Ergo I love you. You are the light, I mean life of the party.
amyranth it was Black Hawk Down wasn't it?
That would be a bit hard on the ears at full volume!
OOH MJ I will have to keep my eye out for that one over here!
Goodnight and sweet dreams Miss T. Hi elena. Hi MJ, anons
Ergo, it was.
Brain says ow.
-A
Anon 11:35
You are not alone ^_^
Ergo we had rain all day but now we only have light rain.
Hey BC
amyranth have some more to drink?
how about have a martini and stick the olives in your ears :)
your welcome Elena so what is going on with you
oh and yay for me getting first comment ! (yes I know it was ages ago but I just realised *sheepish*)
Hello Bc
Hey Amy
Sorry I didn't see you. I was too busy sitting here drinking my Crystal Lite tea.
Ergo, they ate all the olives. :P
Anyway, I need to dash and check the stew, brb.
-A
Not much going on Martha. It's getting cold in the house so I think I will have to light a fire soon.
S'ok Elena.
Loud and busy night here on my end too.
-A
Hello amy
I am watching Law and order ci or i was it was a good episode
So anything you guys want to talk about
You know that it would be untrue
You know that i would be a liar
If i was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
I'm feeling cold as well. I'm gonna go put some socks on. Brr
I was gonna say we could talk about the meaning of life but that one's already figured out.
Say it with me girls.....
BC put on socks and a light jacket, that's what I'm doing
42!!!!
Elena, thanks. I did just that.
yes Ergo you are correct....
Now someone come up with a topic for light conversation
ooh looks like we have a glimmer of sunlight!
actually I was going to ask - does anyone else use the term "sparrows fart" for first light?
as in "she has been up since sparrows fart"
I'm looking for something to talk about
Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don’t go so fast
I’m missing the moments as they pass
Now I’ve looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time
I’m down, I’m down on my knees I’m begging for all your sympathy
But you (I’m just an illusion)
You don’t seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don’t mean to hurt you)
Now I’ve looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
I’ll take what you give me
Please know that I’m learning
So wait for me this time
I should’ve know better
I shouldn’t have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away
Now this is my time
I’m going to make this moment mine.
(I shouldn’t have wasted those days)
I’ll take what you give me.
Please know that I’m learning
I’ve looked in the mirror
My world’s getting clearer
So wait for me this time
-A
"she has been up since sparrows fart"
I have never heard that saying before. What a hoot. First light? Really? That means first light?
Well Miss t wants to swim with the great white sharks would any of you do that
amy what is that?
jsut think of a topic MJ I'll talk about anything you like!
MJ, definitely not.
sure is elena1
MJ no I wouldn't I've seen what those suckers can do!
and I don't trust the cage...but insaying that I would go in a tank with Grey Nurse or other less man eating types
oh hell no to sharks. Last time I was in the ocean I thought I saw a shark (it was a dolphin) but it was out quite a ways and it scared the shit out of me. We Kansas’s people don't "do" oceans much. By the time I got back to the shore I was light headed.
My love,
We will keep our secrets to ourselves
Biding time until ours comes around.
And it will, and it will be soon,
Sooner than we can tell, or realize.
And when that time does come to be
We shall embrace it, hold it fast and surely,
Never allowing any to wrest it from us
For we are two halves of one whole-
Of one soul-
If separated, we will undoubtedly wither to nothing.
You are mine, and I am yours.
Nothing has the power to take that from us.
I will wait, patiently, serenely,
Until I hear your footsteps on the walk,
Your knock upon the door,
Your sweet voice tasting my name like the finest of wines,
And we will never need long for one another,
No, not ever again.
And our Angel is back! Hello! I hope all is well with you and your beloved!
Ergo, it's a song by a lady named Chantal Kreviazuk. It's actually really pretty and really powerful.
-A
hello angel
thanks amy it sounds nice
Imagine...
...a candlelit bedroom.
...you and me standing wrapped in each other's arms.
...your fingers caressing my face.
...my hands twisting in your hair.
...your mouth consuming mine, hot and wet.
...stripping each other naked faster than thought.
...lying on your back as I slide down your body.
...feeling my mouth on you, my lips, my tongue, tasting you.
Until tomorrow...imagine...
Hello angel how are you tonight
I love this song just to share
by Aneiki
You’re not always easy to share space with.
Some days you wake up ten times bigger than you are.
I can’t get my arms around you
And we are silent worlds apart.
Should I introduce myself?
I’m pleased to meet you
You don’t seem to recognise me
But you know you look just like someone
That I used to know.
I’m pleased to meet you
You know I think you used to love me
But now it seems like that was a whole lifetime ago.
If you don’t look at me do I disappear?
And all you say these days are things I don’t wanna hear.
I don’t think that you remember (I don’t think that you recall)
It was always you and me against the world.
But I’ll introduce myself
I’m pleased to meet you
You don’t seem to recognise me
But you know you look just like someone
That I used to know.
I’m pleased to meet you
You know I think you used to love me
But now it seems like that was a whole lifetime ago.
So I guess I’ll see you round sometime
And one day you might
Think we’ve met before
You’ll turn to me and say,
I’m pleased to meet you
You don’t seem to recognise me
But you know you look just like someone that I used to know…
I’m pleased to meet you
You know I think you used to love me
But now it seems like that was a whole lifetime ago.
...
I heard it at the supermarket this morning and I just love the tune and her voice
Hello Angel.
Beautiful words
oh and hot words too.
They light up this blog
Hello Angel. Good to see you again.
Well it looks like we have a soft corn pore
Oooh la la.
someone is hallucinating!
angel I would add
....our child is asleep
...the door is shut
hopefully your tomorrow will be as beautiful and sensual as you have written
Hello again to all. I trust you are well?
Indeed we do MJ. Good evening Method Actress. I'm well Angel. How about yourself?
Ergo, it actually is. Canadian music too.
-A
Hello method actress how are you
anon who is hallucinating. Tell us so we can have a discussion
I'm well thanks angel. You?
Doing better now that Black Hawk Down is over Angel :P
-A
Ergoproxy, you have made me laugh! Bleeding Chaos, Elena, thank you as always for your complimentary words. My night is moving along in a positive fashion.
You're very welcome Angel. That's good you're having a great night.
have you ever hallucinated?
I haven't properly but have been pretty out of it under anaesthetic and said wierd things - apparently
that question was for anyone too
Amyranth very glad the noise has stopped for you!
someone appears infatuated with Zombiekat!
I'm well but you are making it interesting in here
Anonymous said...
someone appears infatuated with Zombiekat!
That sounds like a line from a Pokemon game.
-A
Have I ever hallucinated? I don't think so. Maybe when I had surgery when I was little, but that was about it.
Oh ergo, beyond happy.
Infact, everyone who was drinking is now eating and should be asleep soon! Peace!
-A
I kissed him with more passion than I ever believed I could feel. This man touched my soul. My lips slowly traveled down his neck to his chest. The need to touch every inch of him consumed me. I scooted from beneath him and gently pushed him down onto the mattress. I straddled his body and began a trail of kisses that started on his chest then continued to mover lower. My breath, hot on his skin caused him to shutter. Slowly so slowly my lips reached the treasure they sought. My tongue slowly moved up and down tasting him, loving him. I heard him moan when my mouth welcomed him. He was so ready. I knew he was mine.
Zombiekat would be a kickass cartoon
have you ever hallucinated?
Once when I was little I had a high fever. I told my mom the little elephant on my night light was dancing.
O_o
It must be soft-pore corn night.
anon, going a little too far there
my hubby was out very late and driving home in the early hours and said to his friend "look there's a truck crashed into the post office" and his friend said"I think we should pull over now"
Whatever, *sits and files her nails*
Ergo, your husband's friend is smart.
Mine and his brother were out for St Patrick's day and when we left, we got stuck on transit in traffic.
He then turned to me and said "Why did we leave the bar?" and I said "Because we're going to the toy store". The lady on the other side of me started to giggle when both men cheered.
And they wonder why we left the bar.
-A
I am afraid I must take my leave, but I am pleased to have been blessed with such illuminating company. Until tomorrow...rest well.
oh he had been working all night not drinking or anything
sheesh drunk haalucinations
a friendw was blind drunk when we were camping - he wandered off to a creek in the rain and we were looking and he was hiding as we were aliens and there was a spider with one big claw and when we got him back we put him to bed and he told another guy that "eddie van halen said I could have your air mattress." seriously the funniest night I ever had, though a bit worrying and annoying, he was a bit of a dickhead when drunk
Goodnight and sweet dreams Angel.
How was Anon going too far and Angel was not?
goodnight angel hava lovely night and tomorrow
amyranth that is so cool!
"Yay the toyshop!" hahahaha
Crap Jake just knocked over the trash cans. I have to go pick it up cause the trash truck comes at sparrows fart.
Ergo did I use that right? I'm totally gonna start saying that for first light.
Be back in a bit
well angel was a bit too, but doing it again wasn't to my taste, but I see your point
i'm glad noone needed to go further, that was more my concern, that it could continue and thank you that it didn't
Hi anon
Ergo, they fell for it. Completely.
Then, later when they realized we hadn't gone, I asked them if they picked the movie they wanted to see.
They both looked and cheered for the movies.
Boys.
-A
elena perfect usage!
Anyway, bedtime for me lovelies!
I'll see y'all in the AM!!
-A
haha amy that is so cute, people who are harmless or funny when drunk are far more pleasant than the sleazy or violent types, but why do so many women get maudlin and depressing?
I had few friends who got sluttly but many got all "you're my best friend...." etc
good reasons I don't get drunk I don't want to know what type I am!
Goodnight and sweet dreams Amy *squeeze*
goodnight amyranth sweet dreams and a quiet tomorrow
are you still feeling sick BC?
I'm feeling a bit better Ergo, just a stuffy nose. Thanks.
Oh okay, Ergo. I just thought it was unfair that the past few nights Angel has posted soft pore corn, but when someone else did it tonight after her, they were reprimanded. But I do agree with you that neither one needed to go any further with it. :)
Hi BC, glad to see you back :)
An anon with a smiley face. Aww. Hello nice anon :)
Aww thanks anon
that's ok anon, I reread angels and saw I had missed a bit, but that is as far as it needs to go I think, sensual is nice, further is not really tasteful.
So are you well anon?
BC that is good to hear there are many illnesses about here too, I have missed them so far but feel a bit less than perky today so "touch wood" I will not get sick
Good night guys
Goodnight mj, sweet dreams. Ergo, yep, but the weather was crappy today so it only made me feel a bit down as well, not to mention I had cramps, but I'm dealing.
Nice anon, if you're still lurking about, how are you?
goodnight MJ sweet dreams
I agree with you Ergo. It is a fine line between sensual and tacky. I'm feeling okay, a little blah, but not too bad.
that's good anon, blah happens to the best of us.
I'm a bit tired, which is unusual (it's 3pm) so I'm hoping it's not anything, but as BC said you just have to deal with it.
Anon, I guess today is a blah day huh? ^_^
I'm starting to feel tired too, but I'll be up either way.
The weather hasn't helped either. It's been cloudy and cold for the past few days, it even snowed last night. I am ready for spring to spring already.
we have just had too much rain,. all summer and heading into autumn it's still coming over!
Ergo, it's still raining? O_o
Anon, I'm ready for spring to start as well. I hate winter. Such a bleak season.
I'll trade you, your rain for my snow. :)
Anon, we can donate most of our snow over to where Ergo is so she can use it. It's been snowing so much here.
Second!!
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