Catching Rain

A point (as defined by math) is the first dimension, a single piece of existence, our hopeful wanderer. Just floating there by himself minding his own business without a care in the world. Mainly because the world has yet to take shape, but it soon will. Within the realm of nothingness a single point, not in any way dissimilar from other single points, exists.

The interaction of two points, as they find each other within the overwhelming nothingness, creates the second dimension. Elements of the first dimension are used as building blocks for the second dimension. The reason the first dimension is needed is to create the second dimension. In a way, the first dimension exists only because the second dimension needs it. The second dimension could not exist within nothingness if it weren’t for its first dimension building blocks. Mathematically speaking, the first dimension really has no purpose other than to construct the second dimension. A fundamental relationship of mutual needs is at work here.

Almost as though they had no other choice, the two-dimensional building blocks react with each other as well; giving rise to the third dimension. Second dimension elements are used to build the third dimension, while the third dimension gives purpose and function to the second dimension. The entire physical world is experienced within the third dimension. The laws of physics, spoken via math, govern the universe. A kitchen table is a three dimensional object made up of two-dimensional components, which in turn is an assemblage of first dimensional ingredients floating within nothingness. The same relationship that 1D has with 2D, governs the interaction of 2D with 3D.

However, the intersection of multiple 2D elements occurring within the space of the second dimension will only produce more complicated 2D elements. Two drawings on a piece of paper are each 2D. Combining the two pictures only creates a larger picture, a more complex 2D entity. However, if the intersection of these very same 2D elements were to occur within the space of the third dimension, only the ...

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Singing my song, of tears masking delight.
Stewing in madness, preparing for the fight.
The road to the park, paved wicked and bright.
Marching along, headstrong because I’m right.

Approaching the battle, mindful of the upcoming scene.
The park full of grass, trees covering, and green.
People crowding and looking, betting on whose most mean.
The covers ripped off, two warriors, machines.

They stand, they stare, they hesitate then delight.
Onlookers rowdy, enjoying a good fight.
The sun shines down, reflecting off the armor bright.
A kick, a punch, a hook, then a left, then a right.

One falls down, the crowd finds pleasure in this scene.
The park a mess, ripped apart, where’s the green?
Trampled all over, destroyed by force; this is what I mean.
The people have gone, the park in peace, those wretched machines.

The entire purpose of life is to figure out why we live. So then if figuring out why we live is the meaning of life, then why figure out why we live? Why do we need an answer? The answer is the reason for living. If we knew the answer at birth, then why live at all? We live to figure out the answer. The struggle to find an answer to the question is what makes life meaningful.

We need the experience in order to achieve things in the physical world. In the spiritual world, we can figure something out by thinking about it. But in the physical world, we need to actually do it. Hence, by the physical world being the building blocks of the spiritual world, going through the motions is the reason why we should go through the motions. We are a part of both worlds, spiritual and physical. If we are all mind, then why live physically? If we are all body, then why live mentally? But if we are both body and mind, then living has meaning. To live in the physical world, we need to go through the motions. To live in the spiritual world, we need to think.

Why can’t god just snap his fingers and have us know something? Well going through the motions of physical life is the process of him snapping his fingers.

Many people go through life thinking of many great ideas, having many worthwhile thoughts, life altering revelations, yet they don’t actually implement any of their ideas in the physical world. So how are others to know of their accomplishments, and more importantly, how is the thinker to actually change his life if he doesn’t act the way he now thinks? Even though all that is true is the mind, and the bodies don’t matter, still the bodies are our representatives which travel around the world. The bodies are the things which the mind uses to make contact with others, to form bonds, connections, inter-connections with other bodies, and hence then, with other minds.

It all comes back to 2 people communicating, person A has a thought in 4D, which he then translates down into 3D to send to person B, who then takes the 3D thought and translates it back into 4D for his ...

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Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.

People are like blades of grass. Growing next to each other and competing for limited resources. Nutrition in the form of water, the sun, clean air, etc., all divided unequally, yet all desired equally. Nature finds a way to keep as many blades alive, as resources are abound.

In the forest, a large patch of grass has billions of individual blades feeding on the same stock of nutrients. When certain individuals reach ripe adulthood and tower over others in height, they block part of the sun from feeding other, shorter blades. The large blade of grass also requires more water for survival, and therefore will soak-up more for itself, and leave less for the smaller one next to it. After a while, weaker blades, ones who haven’t been given a fair chance to survive, will start the process of dying out. For a given amount of resources, only a specific amount of individuals may survive. Nature has a built-in mechanism for controlling the population of her offspring.

We, as humans, have grown to such a colossal extent that we are firmly entrenched in the loop of self-extermination. There isn’t enough food to feed all of us, and yet we each have an equal right to live. War, hunger, artificial foods, disease, and all the like are our own ways of controlling our numbers. What makes us different from these blades of grass in accepting our fate with a depressed smile? Each individual, so vibrantly unique and beautiful. Yet our society, a collection of self-imposed limits and monotony.

Why isn’t there an up-roar, a special conference attended by representatives of our entire population to figure out how we can control our numbers, or how we can increase our base of natural resources? What lies beyond the boundaries of our planet? With all of our greater intelligence geared towards marketing and accepting the belief that we must fight each other to survive, that we are, as a whole, no different from blades of grass. What is the purpose of such higher intelligence, if it isn’t channeled towards ways in which we can help each other to flourish?

Explained within the Torah, we find Man in the Garden of Eden, tilling the ground, living amongst the trees. Of those with names, in the midst of the garden we have the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. Homey G-to-the-D goes on to tell Man that he may freely eat of any tree, except of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. For on that day, Man shall surely die.

First off, what does it mean to eat of a tree? We have references to fruit, so is it literally just picking fruit off a tree and eating it? It could be, but nobody truly knows if the Torah is a literal or metaphorical text. For that very reason, since we can not reasonably take for granted either, without stepping all over each other’s ideas and concepts, we won’t. Someone’s beliefs are just that, their beliefs. The vocabulary clearly exposes themselves at the center of their beliefs, and for that very reason, we choose no sides on this argument. We agree with all sides of the literal and metaphorical debate, as we all live together, as one energy with the Universe. So what does it then mean to eat fruit of the tree?

Eating, in both the literal and metaphorical sense, is to consume, to gain, to ingest, to bring something into you. Therefore, eating the fruit of the tree, is to acquire something that the tree has to offer. And now we have the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. What does it have to offer? How will consuming its offering, or learning of its ways, bring death to Man?

This tree contains the Knowledge of Good and Evil, therefore eating of its fruit is truly acquiring this Knowledge of Good and Evil for yourself. Knowledge generally comes from experiencing, or learning about, things or events. Therefore, a Knowledgeable person about a certain thing can utilize that thing to a better degree than his counterpart who is not yet as Knowledgeable. Here we follow that if Man is equipped, or skilled, in the ways of Good and Evil, his demise will be at hand.

If an entity contains both Good and Evil, he is neither one nor the other, but simultaneously both. ...

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We Rise Within Free MAN

Looking out into the field, noticing a tree standing among many, thoughts drift towards the famous question: If a tree in the middle of a forest falls, does it make a sound? After much deliberation over the years, a solution to the problem has evolved. If one knows that the tree exists and that it falls, then one doesn’t need to necessarily be within ear shot distance of it to know that it made a sound. However, if one doesn’t know that the tree exists, then it didn’t make a sound.

If we stand next to the tree, and it falls, we all know that there is a definite sound. If we are told that someone is standing next to the tree, then we agree that they hear the sound of the falling tree even though we are not present to witness them hearing the sound. So we know that if someone is present, there will always be a sound. What if no one is present to hear the sound of the falling tree? It still makes the same sound, we just don’t hear it, but we know the properties of the tree interacting with the ground. If we don’t know that the tree exists, let alone that it has fallen, then a sound was not made. If someone was robbed, and you never found out, then in the world you live in, that person was never robbed. He has only been robbed once that knowledge has been shared with you. If we are talking about a tree, then we have already declared the existence of the tree, and hence it must make a sound. A more suitable statement proceeds that if a tree falls in the middle of a forest, and no one knows that it has fallen, then a sound was not made.

Looking back out onto the field at the nearby tree firmly rooted into the ground with its brown, crackly, thick bark leading up to extensions, branches which lead to more, each thinner than the previous. The thinnest branches bend and sway in the wind, moving the leaves back and forth. Is the wind causing the leaves to move, or is the tree moving its hands and thereby causing the wind? Fanning the air and carrying the tree’s scent, nature’s scent, in my direction, in all directions.

It is only when the mind is clear of thought, that any true discovery is possible. Knowledge is abounding in all directions asking to be taken in, but only the motionless mind has an open door. When knowledge is not sought, only then can it be gained. The conscious mind reacts, while the unconscious learns. Once the activity of reactions is at rest, knowledge has a path straight to the unconscious. New discoveries are now not rejected on the premise of old reactionary ideas.

He who knows others is wise;
He who know himself is enlightened.

We see the world through the polarized vision of the battle between love and fear. If fear dominates, then we see the world one way. If love dominates, then we see the world a completely different way. Vision is simply hence an illusion, so why not see a good world?

3D intersects itself so many times in 4D in order to be complete, that the concept of infinity arises. Similarly, infinite 2D objects intersect each other infinite number of times to create 3D. So by focusing on infinity in one dimension, one is actually talking about the next higher up dimension. The higher dimension is incommensurable with the lower dimension and forms infinity for it.

Life is "how" thought exists. Thought is "why" life exists.

The illusion is what we see. When focusing on something, like a desk or the corner between a wall and a ceiling, the object tends to blend and distort. Since planet earth is rotating so fast on its axis and revolving around the sun. Since our solar system is rotating about itself and revolving around the black hole in our galaxy at an incredible speed. Since our galaxy is rotating about itself and spinning around in the universe at an intense speed. We, humans on earth, are moving at incredible speeds all the time. But since everything is moving right along with us, our perception is stationary. Our eyes focus ourselves into the world, but when we really focus in on something, our perception becomes tied to it, rather than to ourselves and blending occurs. The corner of the wall and ceiling blend together into a smooth arch, the desk performs a smooth pulse. Our eyes are engrossed in the constant illusion that is the world we live in. So seeing these new illusions is nothing out of the ordinary.

The enemy, whether he be internal ... or external,
seems to be an indispensable requisite in the armory of a totalitarian leader.

...he will be able to obtain the support of all the docile and gullible, who have no strong convictions of their own but are prepared to accept a ready-made system of values if it is only drummed into their ears sufficiently loudly and frequently. It will be those whose vague and imperfectly formed ideas are easily swayed and whose passions and emotions are readily aroused who will thus swell the ranks of the totalitarian party.

...and, with the decline of the understanding of the way in which the free system worked,
our awareness of what depended on its existence also decreased.

You have to be trusted,
by the people that you lie to,
so that when they turn their backs on you,
you'll get the chance put the knife in.

Watching serenely as they both traipse thru'
Knowing how life without them would just never do,
Cautiously I assess their haphazard games
Mentally capturing memories 'tween frames,
Recalling their births which seem like yesterday
I grow forlorn for many long lost a day,
With each passing moment my adoration grows tenfold
As I grasp in wonderment at my progeny like gold,
I hope and I pray my that health endures
To proudly watch as my son matures,
And to witness my daughter as she chastises her own
for attempting the very things that cause her to now moan,

How I applaud my mum for all she has done
I thank her for each and every one
The warnings, the laughter, and yes . . .even the tears
Through all the memory filled days, months and years

You push, I push; you pull, I pull. You take, I take; you give, I give. In hurting me, I hurt you; in helping me, I help you. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Growing up in a society of hierarchy and greed, forced respect and servitude. Then my kids must respect and serve my wishes. I was raised intolerant, I will raise intolerant. I was forced to only think of their issues, with no regard towards mine, I choose to only think of myself with no regard towards theirs. I grew up in an environment where the parents only helped and sacrificed towards me, and in my older years I only help and sacrifice for them. By parents focusing on helping kids, the kids will focus on helping parents. By parents focusing on teaching respect and servitude, the kids will seek respect for themselves and servitude from others.

The loop of skewed reactions, of no thoughts, just automated responses. But wait, let’s think, let’s see the loop in action rearing it’s ugly head, spewing fire shrouded in steam. Wiping the goggles clean, focusing straight ahead, through the steam, at the fire burning on a stick, a match easily erupted, held by a man, by the name of ego. The man in the machine, controlling reactions, preferring himself, his needs, no, his wants, his desires, his doom upon exposure. The goggles are clean, the clouds lifted, and the naked ego exposed. Then tossed aside into his own fire.