There is naught eternal
But not eternal
Naught inherent
Nor apparent
Nothing finite
Not part infinite
What Moore
“All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.”
Alan Moore: "[W]e are actually in what Einstein referred to as a block universe. This means that the universe of space-time is a colossal solid that is eternal and is unchanging. I think this is the view of conventional physics. There’s of course people who would contest that view, but that’s normal in physics, and Einstein’s theory has so far stood up to the most rigorous testing. In the decades since his death, nobody has disproved it. So, if we are in a block universe that is eternal and unchanging, that means that everything within that universe is also eternal and unchanging. It means that we are not really moving through our lives. Time isn’t there. Instead, our consciousness is moving through a solid medium of space-time. The best way to imagine this is as a reel of film. Each of those little images on the reel of film are fixed and unchanging. There is no movement in them. However, when we apply the beam of a projector to them, or the beam of consciousness in the analogy that I’m making, then Charlie Chaplin does his funny walk and saves the girl and defeats the baddie. You’ve got action. You’ve got morality. You’ve got narrative. You’ve got events. From static images. And if that is the case, if we are in an unchanging and eternal solid, then that means we’re in it forever, and that all of the past is still there and is still happening, back in the past. And the future is already happening. That we are already dead. We are not yet born. That this is the nature of time, and that if everything in the past is still there, that includes our lives and the lives of everybody else, and every moment of consciousness within those lives. So it seems to me that, basically, we are living in an eternal recurrence, that when your consciousness reaches its concluding point at your death, it has nowhere to go but back to the beginning of that reel of film. And it will always seem like the first time, even though it doesn’t really make sense to talk about a first time. That seems to me to offer a rational way around the concept of death. I think I’ve made a pretty good stab at it."
LovIn’ Heights
ConTours
In Process…
South of st louis, Two strays took canvas Through plains of kansas Via missouri. Windmills Stood Stilled Betwixt plains and hills. Mountain dark shadows Over elk king’s meadow, There snow-melt stream Divided sun and moon beams. Where flats met heights, Rung sacred rites, Sung by the sands of time Casting shadowy lines.
Reflections on a Mirror
Links thus Link
From ignorance, conception
and volitional action,
Thus consciousness is born,
Giving rise to name and form,
That sense sources inform.
Contact abstracts,
Feelings impact,
Attachment to never-lasting,
To which one is ever grasping.
Succumbing thus becoming,
In birth
But age and death.
In Aggregation,
Causes and Conditions,
Dependent Origination.
Strings on “Dependent Arising “
MBr Featured Album: Al Final de Este Viaje, Silvio Rodríguez
> SEQ 160922
> mbr playlist SilvioRodriguez goto 'Al Final de Este Viaje' play
>print lyrics 'Cancion del Elegido'
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Siempre que se hace una historia
Se habla de un viejo, de un niño o de sí
Pero mi historia es difícil
No voy a hablarles de un hombre común
Haré la historia de un ser de otro mundo
De un animal de galaxia
Es una historia que tiene que ver con el curso de la Vía Láctea
Es una historia enterrada, es sobre un ser de la nada
Nació de una tormenta
En el sol de una noche
El penúltimo mes
Fue de planeta en planeta
Buscando agua potable
Quizás buscando la vida
O buscando la muerte eso nunca se sabe
Quizás buscando siluetas
O algo semejante
Que fuera adorable
O por lo menos querible, besable, amable
Él descubrió que las minas
Del rey Salomón
Se hallaban en el cielo
Y no en el África ardiente como pensaba la gente
Pero las piedras son frías
Y le interesaban calor y alegrías
Las joyas no tenían alma
Sólo eran espejos, colores brillantes
Y al fin bajo hacia la guerra
¡Perdón! quise decir a la tierra
Supo la historia de un golpe
Sintió en su cabeza cristales molidos y comprendió que la guerra
Era la paz del futuro
Lo más terrible se aprende enseguida y lo hermoso nos cuesta la vida
La última vez lo vi irse entre el humo y metralla
Contento y desnudo
Iba matando canallas con su cañón de futuro
Iba matando canallas con su cañón de futuroFor the strength to…
Endure. For the benefit of others, Endure.
