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Interzone / Insecurity.
« on: January 05, 2014, 07:34:29 PM »
Insecurity leads us to believe we are social creatures.
Insecure creatures lead us to believe we are supposed to be social.
Without insecurity, we have limited use for socialization.
The socialized need us to be social, so that they do not feel insecure.
Simply being social is not enough; we must then be social enough.
We are not insecure until society causes us to be.
Society, by its very nature, causes insecurity.
You can easily see the madness inherent in this.

Interzone / Does this Whale make me look good?
« on: January 05, 2014, 02:34:24 AM »
Here's an idea I had, which may - or may not - make an interesting essay for Amerika...

Years ago, when I still sailed sluggishly around, on a rotting plywood trimaran, singlehanded, I chanced to find myself running slowly downwind in The Sea of Cortez. When a pair of monstrously huge Blue Whales surfaced, one on either side of the boat, close enough that I could have walked right off the deck, and on to their backs, for a leisurely promenade.

Imagine that.

How would you feel about that?

This afternoon, I turned on the TV to discover what utterly untrue crap the weather network had to offer about the current state of winter, when I happened to see a documentary about Blue Whales.
Except it actually didn't have very much to do with whales. It had much more to do with people, doing things to whales, standing in front of whales, offering opinions about whales, and droning on about how endangered whales were, while skewering every specimen in sight with tags, radios and cameras.

It came to me that people don't actually even notice the world, or life, for what those things are. What they do with these things is see them only as a backdrop, a stage, an accessory, upon which to act-out their own pathetic little dramas and agendas.

Look at any wildlife documentary, and you will - most-likely - see a human face, jabbering on, with an example of wildlife somewhere behind that face. Yakyakyak...wildlife...yakyakyak...what I think is...yakyakyak...what you should think is...yakyakyak...so send money to...yakyakyak...and together we can make a difference...

I ranted and raved to my wife, for a while, about that, while she dutifully listened, and then I observed that, actually, although I probably sounded angry, I actually wasn't angry at all. And I actually wasn't, as much as moved to volubly relate all I now observed about the nature of humans.

You see, humans don't notice the world, for what it is. Or wildlife for what it is. Or life, for what life is.
They see only whatever it is, in terms of what it means-to/does-for THEM.

So you come to realize the whole business of 'saving the whales' or saving anything else, is really only about saving whales - or whatever it is - so the human can get to live in a world where whatever it is, still exists, so that the human, itself, can enjoy it. Or look good to others for being associated with it. Or make money from it. Or in some other way, profit.

Why do I prefer raccoons, birds, and rabbits to humans?
That's why.
That is FUCKING why!

Interzone / Only in England...
« on: December 26, 2013, 06:29:53 AM »
In the attached image, you will see things called 'catch points', which prevent a train from unsafely rejoining the mainline, from a siding, in the event of loss of control, malfunction, or stupidity.
In this particular case, this is achieved by routing the train straight into the base of a pedestrian footbridge.
People sometimes wonder how England managed to lose an empire that encompassed 26% of the planet.
This example is a good indication of how such a thing is possible.

Interzone / Meaning.
« on: December 04, 2013, 10:14:04 PM »
People often say they have no meaning in their lives.
That's a simple enough statement. It sounds harmless enough. "So what?" you may think.
So what, indeed.
What does it mean, to have no meaning in one's life?
Probably more than one might think.

I've long been puzzled by the attitude of a whole mass of the people I run into on the internet.
They don't understand what I write. They don't understand what I mean. They accuse me of speaking in meaningless riddles. And then condemn it as rubbish, and worse.

They don't understand. It conveys no meaning. This, apparently, is never considered to be a lack on the part of the one who doesn't understand. Only a lack on the part of the writer. It is up to the writer, so say these non-understanders, to explain myself sufficiently well so that they may understand. And yet I find, again and again, that no matter what I say, how well I explain it, or how many examples I give, such people remain none the wiser.

There is no meaning in their lives. Life has no meaning for them. Nothing means anything. They say these things, themselves. And yet seem unable to derive meaning from their own claims of meaninglessness.

If your life has no meaning, and if it does not provide you with meaning, then clearly it is necessary to take it upon yourself to set about discovering some, for yourself, since nobody else is either going to, or has so far been able to, provide it on your behalf.

Discovery of meaning is up to you, and to nobody else. It can not be provided, gratis, to you. If it could, it would have no meaning, and no value, as is the case with everything else that humans once had to expend a great deal of effort in order to achieve, but is now handed out, willy-nilly, for the expenditure of no effort whatsoever.
Money, food, shelter, sex, position, standing, status, worth...

Meaning is more than some esoteric, optional accessory, that you can either be bothered with, or not.
Meaning is what it says it is, so obviously, and clearly, that fewer and fewer people seem able to notice it.
Without meaning, things don't mean anything. Nothing does.


Interzone / Black Holes.
« on: December 01, 2013, 08:50:46 AM »
I watched a YouTube video today, about weird people called 'scientists', who studied back holes.
They all seemed quite mad, and in that unnerving way of left-wingers, appeared to be wearing fixed smiles, as if to make the viewer see them as benign and friendly. But looked at closely, the smiles were inappropriate to the content, and seemed to more resemble quivering grimaces of pain, or fear, than steady, stable smiles.

Fear was the big thing I noticed, because, again and again, their formulae delivered a result of infinity, and it was this that so scared them. Nothing they studied ended up behaving as they thought it should, and the goddamned universe seemed more and more like it might be dangerous. That is to say: beyond their control.

Black holes, they concluded, in that theoretical way that they have of concluding things, seemed to be impossibly massive, yet impossibly small. And that terrified them.
What they actually seemed to be after was a formula that comforted them. A theory they could feel easy with. And that seemed to be very elusive.

They seemed incapable of realizing, let alone accepting, that a black hole is as essential to the galaxy that contains it, as that galaxy is to the black hole at its heart. There is no one without the other.
And there is only one thing as powerful, as invisible, and as vanishingly small as a black hole.


A soul.

Interzone / Meditation: the dangers.
« on: November 26, 2013, 05:36:29 AM »
I was recently subjected to several chest x-rays, which elicited gasps of incredulity from those who interpret such things. Apparently, my lungs are extraordinarily long, reaching all the way down to my diaphragm, which is more than a little unusual.
The right lung, at first, was collapsed to around the size of an orange, which was far from good, although it soon resumed its oversized - or rather over-long - proportions, after a tedious and painful operation.

My past history of intense and prolonged deep-breathing, as part of do-or-die meditation, seems to have radically enlarged the organs, far beyond the reasonable. This, I can only surmise, is a rather questionable practice, since one starts out with only so much material, and like an inflated balloon, it becomes thinner and less substantial, the more it is inflated, requiring only a prick to produce disaster.

To this point, I would have wholeheartedly recommended deep meditation, to one and all, as beneficial in any number of ways. But in the light of recent experience, am more inclined to urge caution when subjecting one's lungs to long-term over-inflation, and to sustaining of that over-inflated state in pursuit of the lengthiest exhale possible.

In other words: don't try this at home. Unless you are capable of exercising restraint; something I historically have trouble with.

Now that I seem to have permanently damaged my lungs, would I do it differently, had I the opportunity to go back in time for another shot? Probably not. I rarely do anything by halves. The esoteric benefits far outweigh the damage done, if you discount death as being a bad thing.
But since nobody else is me, I deliver this caution, to advise other would-be Godlike-beings of the unexpected dangers that might lie ahead.

Live long and know little. Or burn like an arc-light, and go out like one.

Interzone / The Case Of The Mysterious Shoe.
« on: November 15, 2013, 11:36:28 PM »
I spent too many years living in London, England, but while I was there, I ran into something very mysterious...

No matter where I was, in London, there was almost always to be found, on any given street, one shoe, lying discarded on the sidewalk, or in the gutter. This continued to be the case for as long as I lived there. It mystified me. What on earth was the story behind all these odd, abandoned shoes?
Finally I chanced to discover the answer, which was not at all obvious, until it suddenly was.

Who can guess what was going on?

Interzone / Teeth, toxins and allergies.
« on: November 15, 2013, 04:07:51 AM »
Got any advanced dental work in that big mouth? Read on...

All my upper front teeth were a bridge, stuck to the stumps of four remaining teeth.
Behind the bridge, and supporting all the crowns, was a cobalt/nickel/chrome alloy, along with two titanium posts.
A few days ago, after the bridge failed, my dentist removed the wreckage, accompanied by much pain and angst.
He cemented in an acrylic temporary bridge, until the new one was ready to attach.
The very same evening, I noticed that - if I discounted the residual pain - I was feeling rather good, and remarkably free from allergies, that have plagued me for several years.

Two days later, I feel twenty years younger. No sign of allergies, which had become a permanent fact of life.
Energy to spare. Euphoric, even. Nothing hurts, anywhere, apart from the fading dentist-induced kind.

After a bit of research, I discover that some of us suffer heavy metal allergies, with nickel being the most common, and cobalt a close second. The symptoms are many, but all of them were things I recognized.

Allergies like this not only make your life miserable, but can develop into autoimmune diseases, and even cancer.

Got implants? A bridge? Crowns? Thinking of going that route? Quit eating sugar, instead. And/or insist on gold, and nothing but, in any dental architecture.

Like you, or most of you, I was never allergic to anything for a long, long time, other than to soap, which I never use  :)
So, although this may not apply to you yet, one day it may. Store the information away.
You may enjoy subjecting yourselves to deathmetal, but there are other kinds of deathmetals you would do well to avoid.

Interzone / How religion works, or doesn't.
« on: November 13, 2013, 06:27:30 PM »
People consume religions, like they consume everything else. Expecting some return on their investment, or to otherwise profit from it.
Approaching religion, or any esoteric belief-system in this way, guarantees it will be a flop. It simply isn't how it works.
It is about service, not consumption. It is a way of life, not a product.

One must prostrate oneself, absolutely passively, before reality, and allow reality to be absorbed into oneself, in order for any of it to make any sense. One may, barely, be able to order oneself, but one's ability to impose order stops there. For as long as one considers life to be about oneself, one is going to continue pissing in the wind.

It is a subtle thing. The subtlest of things. One must become neutral and open, expecting no return. A tool, rather than the one wielding it. A willing minion, rather than a tin god.

One serves. It does not serve one.

And if one is able to become such a beast, then paradox asserts itself, and one is served, by It, in ways unimaginable to the one who expects to be served.

Interzone / Seasoning.
« on: November 12, 2013, 01:17:32 AM »
Some of you already know the blandness of a life that is too safe.
Maybe some of you also dread the uselessness of a death-by-stupidity.
How many of you have walked the razor's edge of the in-between?

I've often lived on the edges of life, balanced, precariously between the living and the dead.

Life has the potential to be - in itself - spectacularly worth living. So why is it mostly a dull and crushingly boring drudge?
Seasoning is the key. Danger the spice. But not stupid danger, as in that laughably misused slogan "No Fear!"

A risky life is a life lived to the full. Risk as an everyday factor. Lived in places and in ways where risk can not be avoided. Because what humans do best is problem-solve. This rising-above-adversity is the seasoning that brings out the subtle taste of paradise, that separates the living from the dead.

If you're gonna live, then do it while you're young. Your later years, if you are lucky enough, or adaptable enough, to have any, will then take their rightful place as a time to reflect over those glorious days of young-and-strong, and wisdom will be yours, before your time is up.

You'll need wisdom, at some point.

Interzone / Remembrance.
« on: November 11, 2013, 10:51:52 PM »
I've long found it odd, that people need to be reminded to remember.
Even more odd, that remembering can become a group-thing.
If you can't remember to remember, then nothing is going to help you do it.
Because if you need to be reminded to remember to remember, then you didn't really remember at all.

Christians go to church, once a week, if they remember to go. If they remember to go, then they get to remember Jesus. It seems odd that religious people should need to remember to be religious. Maybe that's what's wrong with Christians.

I don't need to be reminded of much. That is one benefit of awareness. One is the totality of one's experience, minute by minute. I do, however, have difficulty, sometimes, remembering what day it is. In the real world, I guess it doesn't really matter.

Interzone / Intellect vs. wisdom.
« on: November 08, 2013, 08:21:36 PM »
Intelligence always performs a manipulation for gain. Usually personal gain, although sometimes for collective gain, but always for gain.
It might be useful to consider the concept of gain. Is gain always good? Is it always necessary?
What if the idea of gain was stepped back from, and instead, the full picture was evaluated?
By taking this, from that, what remains? Would taking it result in damage to the whole?

Wisdom, on the other hand, transcends intelligence, by being able to see, as a default, the full picture, as well as suspending the idea of gain as something that overrides any other consideration. Wisdom is able to leave things alone, while navigating in and around the way things are, while being consciously aware of causing damage in its wake.

Intelligence is more like a bull in a china shop, compared to wisdom, which is more like snow, gently settling over the landscape, adding beauty, while being generally harmless.

Wisdom is something that, once arrived at, endures forever, adding to what is, and enhancing it, without causing damage. While intelligence is short-sighted, often selfish, and very prone to result in collateral damage.

Interzone / Defining 'Civilization'.
« on: November 07, 2013, 12:19:20 AM »
Here's your big chance to define what the term 'civilization' really means.
To you. Personally.
Set us all straight. Let us know how wrong we've been about it, all these years.
Here's mine...

Civilization: something that happens to groups of people, once they have an assured food-supply. A state of declining awareness, productivity, and vitality, finally resulting in extinction.
Comparable to a once-productive chicken, prone to laying the odd golden egg, but even more prone to having its head cut off, leaving it unable to decide when to stop twitching.

Interzone / How's it going?
« on: November 06, 2013, 07:44:54 PM »
Some time back, the Big Chief engaged me to carpet-bomb this fine forum, and reduce it to a viable rubble from which a rebuilding effort could arise. I like to think I did this with as much sensitivity as was possible, within the context of getting results.
I see very promising results. Where before, there was a tiresome little gang of vicious deadbeats who crapped upon one and all, with scant regard for the forum itself, now there is something approaching a brotherhood of Men, in contrast to tantrum-indulging boys.

We have a pool of undoubtedly intelligent members, here, all of which are above-average, in their differing ways. Thus they have value, in varying degrees.
Some longtime members have become the unfortunate casualties of change, but their number is very few.
And of those, some will return, and some already have, albeit with new avatars.

So how do you, personally, think things are going? Is your forum the better for The Black Death sweeping through it? Or worse? Do tell. Informative input is welcome. Positive, negative, and anything in-between.

Interzone / Why we worry.
« on: November 05, 2013, 02:12:53 AM »
Worrying about things is something everybody knows about.
Or at least, knows what it is like.
But why do we do it?

Insecurity/fear. Nothing more.
Imagining a possible scenario, or a scenario that is approaching, and doubting one's ability to deal with it.

But consider: worrying depends upon lead-time. Something that seems to threaten, but at some point in the future.
Nobody worries about being broke when one actually is broke. Or being caught shoplifting when one actually is caught. One simply deals with whatever it is, to the best of one's ability, when it happens.

Is there an answer to worrying? Since absolutely nobody enjoys doing it, having an answer to it might be good.
Yes, there is an answer to worrying. About anything!

Know thyself. Completely. This involves becoming completely honest. Which, as an added benefit, involves being completely honest with oneself. This honesty unlocks hidden potential, that lies dormant in everyone, enabling them to be more capable than they ever imagined. One's entire toolkit becomes available for use, and a formidable toolkit it is.

I haven't worried about much, for a long time, and, as if by osmosis, neither has my wife. What comes, comes.
We deal with whatever comes, as it comes, and experience shows that, with this approach, there is very little that can not be dealt with. It is a strategy that works.

Imagine being completely confident, in any situation. Not merely acting like it, but being it, for real.
Imagine never doubting one's ability to deal with absolutely anything that comes up.
You don't have to just imagine it, though. It is not difficult to achieve.

Only people who don't know themselves, worry. Those that do know themselves, don't worry.
Worrying is a big deal for those who are unable to not worry. Some even end up as suicides.
It is a very good idea to spend time reintroducing yourself to yourself. Only this time, honestly.
If there is a key, or keys, to becoming superhuman, then this is one of them.

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