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Interzone / 23 degrees: feels like 28 degrees.
« on: July 21, 2013, 11:52:42 PM »
Is there any limit to the distance humans put between themselves and reality?
I've noticed a ludicrous trend that has been becoming ever more ludicrous over several years:
The minimal reporting of what instruments tell us, and what it (apparently) feels like to us.

Minus 5 degrees: feels like minus 20.
2mm. rainfall, feels like 2 feet.
Sunny periods expected: UV danger extreme.
Risk of light breezes.
Stay indoors: thunderstorms a possibility...

I actually enjoy this thing so many seem scared to death of: reality.
Then again, I was always different.

Interzone / Flying Away.
« on: July 18, 2013, 01:06:00 AM »
It's not often you get to comfort life as it leaves, for good.
My Nuthatch has been a friend for two years. During that time, she raised four healthy broods of young, two per brood. She would sit on my hand and choose a choice nut, every morning, and return often, to the feeder, all day, every day.
She's been going downhill for a few weeks, and perched beside her latest perfect babies, it was quite evident.
Today, she sat steadfastly in the feeder and wouldn't move. when I offered her more nuts, she landed in my hand, poked about, and decided it was too hard to eat anything. She just sat, and wouldn't move.
For a few hours, I held her, while she hunkered down, leaving me to do what I could, around the garden, with only one hand.
An hour ago, she spread her wings, arched her back, fluttered a bit, and died.

Looking up, high into a sunlit Hemlock, a glittering jewel caught my eye, refracting the sun's rays, like a multi-faceted diamond, sparkling all the colours of the rainbow.
I don't know what it was. A drop of resin, catching the light? An iridescent hummingbird, angled just so?
Or maybe the most obvious thing of all: the eternal soul of a tiny life, on its way into everything.

I wandered out to the sacrificial stump, where all meat scraps and newly-dead things are laid, for the ravens and vultures to snack. Pausing a few feet away from two baby raccoons, playing by the pond.

Peace settles after such an event. Beyond sadness, and untouched by it.
All is well, one dimension away from the insane and rather insignificant fragment of life that is the domain of humans.

Interzone / Happiness?
« on: June 17, 2013, 08:23:09 PM »
Many say: "Nothing will bring you happiness".
But the truth is: nothing WILL bring you happiness.

Interzone / Misspent energy.
« on: June 08, 2013, 08:12:21 PM »
People expend an inordinate amount of energy carefully appearing to not be what they are, while appearing to be something they are not.
Like most, I spent many years being solely ego-driven and self-centered. While being savvy enough to know I would be better served to not appear to be these things.
Nowadays, after enormous effort, I have reached a state of not being ego-driven and self-centered, with the paradoxical consequence of no longer being savvy enough to try to appear to not be what I now am.

When one succeeds in becoming admirable in one's own eyes, rather than merely giving others that impression, one forgets the social rules that dictate that how one appears is far more important - to others - than what one actually is.

Development costs considerable energy.
Maintaining the appearance of non-existent development also costs considerable energy.
To what end is that energy best spent?

Interzone / Blah-Blah.
« on: May 26, 2013, 08:18:17 PM »
"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah,
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah,
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah bleh,
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah bluh.
Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah,
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blugh!"

Blah blah - blah blah - blah?

Interzone / Dumb-ass!
« on: May 22, 2013, 05:21:55 PM »
What sort of dumb-ass doesn't know what the meaning of life is?
What sort of dumb-ass makes enemies of every potential friend?
What sort of dumb-ass judges everything it sees as either good or bad?
What sort of dumb-ass has opinions about everything?
What sort of dumb-ass knows all it knows from someone else?
What sort of dumb-ass doesn't even know what sort of a dumb-ass it is?

Maybe Wikipedia will have the answer.

Interzone / Uber-elite.
« on: May 22, 2013, 05:09:38 PM »
If you're gonna be part of a a group, and people almost always gravitate to at least one group, then why not belong to the most uber-elite group there is?
Its membership is the smallest, because almost nobody even knows what it is about.
It has no leaders, no hierarchy, and no headquarters.
Now that's a group!

It has only one ritual: to open one's eyes, in the morning, as if for the first time, and realize that one is still not dead, before smiling in gratitude to the Great Is.

Any group needs a name, and the name of this group is 'Reality'.


Interzone / Introspection.
« on: May 21, 2013, 09:43:30 PM »
Either you can do it, or you can't.
And if you can't, you don't even know what it is.

People often say it is impossible for anyone to be objective about themselves.
They can say this because nobody else exists for those people.
Such people see their own experience as the only experience possible. Their view as the only possible view.

When ego runs things, this is so. Ego is perfect. Or so it is convinced. There is nothing to adjust, or develop.
When ego does not run things, one watches one's ego, and rips into it, when it misbehaves.
So what is this 'one' watching one's ego?

If you have no soul, you do not know what soul is.
No words may describe it.
There is no way to know it without beng it.

The good news is that you may - at any moment - spontaneously birth your soul.
But to do so, you must have some interest in doing so.

Interzone / To Civilize or not to Civilize...
« on: May 21, 2013, 09:19:28 PM »
Is civilization a good thing?
Or is barbarism better?
If safety, stability and comfort are the goal, then civilization is the way to go.
Or is it?
If nature, vitality, and sudden extinction are the goal, barbarism is the way to go.
Or is it?

Barbarians need little looking-after, while civilized peoples do.
Barbarians periodically decimate each other, while civilized peoples produce ever more long-term examples of themselves.

Weeds are virtually indestructible, and actually perform an important function, outside of human preferences.
Whereas flowers and lawns are fragile things, requiring constant oversight.

Viruses are probably useless, as far as anyone knows.
Anything that exterminates its own support-system, and consequently itself, isn't much use.
Or is it?

Interzone / Collapsed New Desks.
« on: May 17, 2013, 07:38:05 PM »
Here at the buzzing offices of ANUS, we are having trouble with the new flat-pack desks we decided to buy, to support the many important projects we work on.
It seems that very little of the new stuff that has replaced the reliable old stuff, is fit for purpose.
Somewhere around nine sheets of paper is all it takes to collapse these new desks.
And, of couse, you never, ever, want to rest your elbows on them.
A sign of the times...


Interzone / Zen and the art of archery.
« on: May 17, 2013, 03:30:19 AM »
I moved my archery target, a few days ago, from the garden, out into the woods, to gain more range and tidy up the garden. I can stand off up to seventy yards now.
That's a good long way, for a longbow, and still be able to hit reasonably accurately, although it would be nothing special for a compound bow. But I only have a recurve and a longbow, being the traditionalist I am.

Straw bales are a great arrow-stopper, although it remains to be seen if the deer will eat them.
Over the bales I have a two-foot-square hessian bag full of synthetic roofing paper, all screwed up into a fairly solid medium, inside the bag. And a nine-inch roundel marked on the front for an aiming point.

I hadn't shot an arrow in many months, but, astonishingly, my first arrow hit the bull, at about sixty yards.
This is astonishing for a number of reasons, but it is a phenomenon I have seen several times. That first arrow is, more often than not, the most accurate one of all. And why would that be?

I can only surmise that the first shot is concerned only with finding the range, elevation-wise, and by not caring where it hits, it unintentionally gets to be the best shot. I couldn't believe my eyes. The second shot was almost as accurate, about two inches right. And all following shots fell into the predictable groove of reasonably accurate, in a loose group, with one or two low misses.

Zen, at work. Dispense with desire, and unlikely results occur.

Interzone / Inspiration.
« on: May 15, 2013, 09:12:59 PM »
I write often, here, and on other forums and blogs. I often say quite strange things.
Mostly, by the comments that follow what I write, I see that what I write is largely misunderstood.
Not just in its content, but in its motivation.
Many hold the opinion that 'it is all about me', or that I seek some kind of praise.
But this is never the case.
So what am I doing, anyway?

I've been around a long, long time. I started from nothing, or possibly even less than nothing, abandoned very early, the kind of life lived by most others, and set out to explore the world, and life itself.
I've had many experiences that few ever have, and discovered things, first-hand, that most others only read about, or see in movies. I've learned an awful lot from all this.

One of the very odd things I notice about responses to what I write, is that many see those things as uninteresting, boring, or out and out lies. As ego, or narcissism, when they are nothing of the sort. I could get quite discouraged by all this, if it were not for the occasional private messages and emails that tell me how inspiring my words often are, by people who rarely comment, preferring to dispense with the gratuitous abuse that commenting so often rewards the commenter with.

No. I write what I write, because it is interesting, unusual, or even unknown. If it wasn't, why would I bother writing at all? I have stuff important enough to share. And I am one who naturally shares important enough things, simply because I can.
I hope, I suppose, to inspire. This means to supply food for thought, for consideration, for wonderment and question, to take a reader from where they are, to where they are not yet. To stretch the bounds of their own experience.

This is neither teaching, nor preaching. It certainly isn't anything to do with self-aggrandizement, as is so often claimed. It is what it is: real life experience of things rarely, if ever, experienced, especially by the young. The kind of things only experienced over many years and in the face of many dangers. If ever.

Inspiration is something few understand, in today's society. It suggests a giving, rather than a taking. An investment in time, and in imagination. A journey one may embark on, simply to see where it goes. And so what if it goes nowhere? A life is a very, very long affair, even when it is short. There is time to investigate possible cul-de-sacs, because until those places are investigated, who knows what might lie there, undiscovered?

You only know what you know. There is always more than you know, that you don't yet know. But you'll never know it if you only judge things as right, or wrong, by what you know now. 

So you're intelligent. So what? What does that mean? What use is it?
What are you going to do with it?

Interzone / Reaction speed.
« on: May 15, 2013, 02:01:00 AM »
There is a buzz around the internet about high reaction speed being related to IQ.
The swifter one's reactions are, the higher the IQ is supposed to be.
This is of interest to me, because I have super fast reactions.

For example, driving with my wife, at night, on an island loaded with deer, one must often take evasive action with almost no advance notice. Before my wife has even registered anything deer-shaped, I am on the brakes, and the car safely stopped, or almost stopped. This amazes her, but is inconsequential to me. I expect deer, and prepare, accordingly.

Some years ago, I was working at a Club Med, in Mexico, and one of the inane pastimes employed by the staff to entertain the guests, went like this...
Suspend a twelve-inch ruler, at chest-height, between thumb and index finger, by its twelve-end, with the one-end facing the floor. 
Have the guest prepare to catch the ruler by placing their open thumb and index finger at the one-mark.
Randomly drop the ruler, with no warning.
Observe how glacially slow peoples' reaction times are.

Most would fail to catch the ruler at all, while a few managed to grasp it at about ten or eleven inches.
I could routinely grab it at one inch, or - at most - two.

You might try this, yourself, if you can come up with another willing body. It is illuminating. But here's a tip that will certainly help: You'll do much better if you can completely relax. And this, I imagine, also enhances intellect.
Neither preempt, nor stress-out.
Zero to sixty, outside of time :)

Interzone / Eekwallitee-shmolitee.
« on: May 14, 2013, 07:12:43 PM »
Today is a big day in British Columbia.
We all get to vote for which left-wing party we want to wreck our province.
We are spoiled for choice:
a: The New Democratic Party: the termite socialists.
b: The Liberal Party: The fractionally not-so-left of the far-left.
c: The Conservative Party: who "believe in the equality of all people".
d: The Marxist-Leninist Party: who still don't know those two are long dead.
e: The Green Party: who make even less sense than the others.

Wow. This is the day I finally decided not to vote for anyone. Ever again.
So there.

Interzone / What are you like?
« on: May 14, 2013, 04:40:41 PM »
In colloquial English, especially northern Ireland, "What are you like?" means you're an idiot.
But I digress...

Do you like yourself?
Or are you so appalled by the way you are, that you superimpose a fabricated ego over the real you?
Do you know who the real you is?
What are you really like?

I realized, one day, that I simply couldn't live with who I was, any more, and set out to become someone I liked.
It was easier than I had thought.
I started by sweeping away the dishonesty.
And the rest just did itself.

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