Why?

Mantra of inquisitive mind,
Midst consequentle bind,
Casualty seeks to find.
Conscious causal perception,
Disillusioned, rooted in deception,
Cyclic, without inception.  

Insistence

Illusory existence persistence
Experientially resistant,
Without proof of non-existence.  

Argument for existence persists
Of that which does not exist
Absent falsifiable hypothesis.

Gone gentle into

A refrain reframing on reflection of Dylan Thomas’s reaffirmation “Do not go gentle into that good night.

Go gentle into primordial light. 
Birth but age and death as night is to day. 
Sage sits serene, illuminates the night.

Who wise in compassion knows what is right,
The two truths to the awaking way. 
Go gentle into that primordial light 

None can hold time regardless of their might,
That from that arisen shall never stay. 
Sage sits serene, illuminates the night.

What use to grieve at setting of sunlight,
Why place trust in what is known to betray?
Go gentle into that primordial light. 

Who grasps at what temporal death gives fright. 
So gently abide, perturbed thoughts allay. 
Sage sits serene, illuminates the night.

To who taught from atop Mount Meru’s height,
Guide whom grasp and rage through good night, I pray.
So gentle into that primordial light,
sage serenely sits, illuminates night.

Sentience Synthesis Sentences

Without perception what there to be aware?
Where absent an awareness can
consciousness be of self aware? 

Consciousness dependent on awareness,
awareness dependent on perception, 
perceiving subject and object. 

Perception of mind holds mind as both subject and object. 
An objective reflection on subjective,
Observance of subjective objective.
Subject arising from object,
Object derived from subject. 

A History of Cobb County Georgia

From: “The First Hundred Years” (1935. Sarah Blackwell Gober Temple)
 
CHAPTER I: EVENTS LEADING TO THE ORGANIZATION OF COBB COUNTY
 

§ TREATY RELATIONS WITH THE CHEROKEE INDIANS

1
 
    On the morning of May 29, 1820, a tall weatherbeaten man stood at the Shallow Ford on the Chattahoochee River, in Georgia. He surveyed the pleasant scene before him. The river sparkled in the spring sunlight. The wooded slopes were covered with fresh green foliage, the distant reaches veiled in a blue haze.
    He was not actually thinking of the scene itself, but of the struggle for the possession of the land upon which he stood. It was his consideration of the animosities attendant upon the ultimate outcome of this struggle between the Indians and the white people which gave him pause.
    Whatever that outcome, he was here now to uphold the law. He bent his head to write. He was often not good at spelling, but he always made himself understood.
    “Intruders on the Cherokee lands, beware,” he began with his customary directness. “I am required to remove all white men found trespassing on the Cherokee lands not having a written permit from the agent, Colo. R. J. Meigs, this duty I am about to perform. The Regulars and Indian Light horse will be employed in performing this service, and any opposition will be promptly punished. All white men with there live stock found trespassing on the Indian land will be arrested and handed over to the civil authorities of the United States to be dealt with as the law directs, there families removed to U. S. land, there crops, houses and fences destroyed …”
    He signed his name. Andrew Jackson. Then he posted his notice, mounted his horse, and turned toward Alabama.
    “On the excursion through the Cherokee Nation,” he wrote to Mr. Calhoun, the Secretary of War, on June 15, “I found a great many intruders and those on the north of the Chatahoochey not only numerous but insolent and threatening resistance.”
    Those fertile acres along the Chattahoochee River, which forms the southern boundary of the present Cobb County, were coveted by the white man and held by the Cherokees. Again and again intruders settled upon them, only to be driven off by Indian agents appointed by the United States Government, or by the Indians themselves. Eighteen years were to elapse before the destiny of the Cherokees east of the Mississippi was determined. Twelve years went by before Cobb County came into being. General Jackson, as he stood near the edge of the county that spring morning in 1820, foresaw only a part of the complications which would attend the organization of the county, and the coming of the day when white men would finally become the legal owners of land which for years beyond the memory of man had been in the possession of the Indians.
    Cobb and the other counties formed from the Cherokee Nation came into being with reverberations which shook the country and Georgia from end to end; arrayed friend against friend; threatened the state with disciplinary measures by the general government; caused Georgia to defy the nation; and unloosed upon the people of the state such criticism and odium as has not been experienced except at the time of the War Between the States and during the subsequent reconstruction period.
    We must turn back some years if we are to understand properly this dramatic chapter in the history of the nation and its relation to the history of the county. We shall see how cessions of Cherokee land to the government lessened the Indian holdings and provided opportunity for settlement by white men in a time when most men were seeking new land. The slow, merciless march of time wrought inevitably the changes in the fortunes of white men and Indians which resulted in the organization of Cobb County. Historians have written vindictively of this group or that, this white man or that Indian, whose machinations caused the tide of affairs to boil more furiously at one point, to recede at another. This is futile. Bitterness and recrimination have no place in the long reach of history, and are to be considered, in arriving at truth, only as details of the great pageant.

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Verses of Nascence

“ An Astronaut’s View of the Himalayas”

I. Reflection
Naught but void at inception
Of primordial being’s conception.
Then father’s light and mother’s rays,
Thus brightness inlaid
What darkness portrayed.
Hoar frost formed of a cold wind
And with pure dew did blend.
There did a lake appear,
Mirror-like, pure, and clear.

II. Dichotomy
By crystalline shore formed an egg round,
Whose membrane two small birds did surround,
One black one white, when no more bound
One shined bright providing white light,
The other pervaded darkness and fright.
Thence where light and darkness coalesced
Three eggs of stark color were impressed.
A divine rock from the outer shell, which was white,
From mid membrane the “Throne-Division’s Realm” of light,
And hybrid yak-cow from inner fluid of egg conch-white.

III. Senses
Three beings from the inner shell diverged,
Thus world god, all wise defender, and master emerged,
And whence the black egg cracked
“Proud Man” and “Heap of color Black.”
From speckled egg shining “Wish Requesting Man:”
Bearing no hand nor arm to stretch and span;
Without an eye
With which to visualize;
Without an ear
With which to hear;
No nose with which to smell;
No tongue with which to taste.
Without senses to quell,
Nor foot on which to walk the waste.
Naught but spirit with thought
That served the same as senses wrought.

IV. Himālaya
To his left the world god placed turquoise and gold
And a wishing prayer there he told.
Whereupon a golden mountain ascended
And a turquoise valley descended.
The entirety of the Ch’a race originate from that place.
Deposited then he a conch and a carnelian to his right,
There  a conch mountain and a carnelian mountain were sighted.
The entirety of the Mu race originate from that place.
In front he laid a crystal and a stone which contained ore,
And spoke a wishing prayer, whereupon a crystal cliff and light-lake of lore.
In this way, the Tzug race originated from that place.
From the Mu would arise the enlightened B’ön-po,
Arising from the Ch’a men with hair color of crow.
The entire Tzug race became the animals low.

V. བོད (Bod)
Then the Mu-son, Tr’ül-bu wang-dän, and the woman Nyän,
From the carnelian valley and the conch mountain,
United the kings of Nepal, Tr’om, Tag-zig, and Khotan.
They morphed into horses and joined to bring forth
The white-footed pony and wild white yak of the north.
Then transformed they into sheep to bear the lamb
That would transcend to be the fair and majestic ram.
That the genesis of the whole Mu-race of man.

VI. Thirty-seven
When the Ch’a-son, Chi-tzug gyäl-wa,
took the conch-woman Rung-mo,
Tag-tsa wäl-wöl from the Ch’a race arose.
When Tag-tea wäl-wöl took the Tsam J’a-khyung-ma
The four brothers from the Ch’a race awoke.
When Ch’a-la dr’än-shing swore falsely this genealogy broke.
The divine host of the land from Wö-de descended,
Ch’a lord Yab-lha dal-dr’ug united with Goddess T’ang transcended,
From them were born nine spirit sons.
When he the love of Srin demon had won,
From them would be born nine spirit sons.
The child Lhang-lhang was born when he seduced a Nyän demon.
Then coupled he with demon of Mu to sire twelve Mu grandchildren.

VII. Auspicious
Ting-tr’i tzän-war lha, the youngest in the fifth generation,
Bore eighteen beautiful body marks of veneration.
For atop his head was a golden stupa, like a full moon, span-high.
To the left something like a rising sun above his right eye.
To the right a white moon as if in moonlight above his left eye.
A small black dot where the two brows nigh.
To the left, over the right shoulder was a likeness of the B’ön temple K’o-ma ru-ring. 
To the right, above the left shoulder, a crystal-like stupa of nine rings.
A tiger crouching upon the soil he bore above the upper part of his chest below his neck.
To the left above the right ribs was a white hair fleck.
And to the right above the left ribs a black hair fleck.
On the bottom part of his right leg appeared a serpent which coiled downwards.
On the sole’s arch of the left foot something which resembled a frog jumping upwards.
On the back of the left leg and furnished with eyes was an iron bee.
The venerable species of earth masters would descended from he.

VIII. United
The youngest of the thirty-seven,
The world god, Ne-tr’om la-tr’a, thus breven,
Set forth from his father’s mansion
To propagate the human race’s expansion.
Thirteen celestial rungs he traversed,
The nine rungs of the spirit’s ladder he came down.
And in the spring month, Sa-g’ahe, came to the earth
To arrive upon the mountain Mog-p’o’s crown.
The earth he wandered and on many a site he pondered,
A woman weaving he saw whilst in reflection,
Approaching she, distinguished by a milky imperfection,
Before her loom he sat in rest.
Therein the woman asked in quest,
“From whence have you come when sun below,
And wherefore go whilst the Sun sets low?”
“I am Ne-tr’om la-to’a, the youngest of the thirty-seven.
Sent was I from my father’s, Yab-lha däl-dr’ug, house in heaven
In order to propagate the human race.”
With ill intent a Srin demon appeared on seeing his face.
The woman in an instant produced a monkey in his place,
And in fabric upon the loom hid her guest without trace.
“Where to did the man before the loom disappear?”
“Intent thus, I saw nothing but the monkey here.”
The demon seized the monkey and there abandon,
But his demon hound would not go in spite his command.
With that which fastened the fabric on to loom in hand,
The hound’s teeth she shattered when mighty blow she did land,
And demon dog’s eyes she gouged out beside.
Then did the peg of the instrument fall aside,
“I as a woman must be very grateful to man,
And you as a man must be very grateful to woman.
What wrong wrong and right right.
The magical flesh of both of us should unite.”

IX. Earth Born
When their magical flesh had joined, consummation done,
Their union brought forth into the world three sons.
But T’ing-to through water would meet his demise,
And T’ing-mig by fire death would realize.
T’ing-g’e took the Ch’a princess for wife, they Bö-dzom la-tr’om would bear.
Then he joined with the Mu-consort and Tr’i-ma became their care.
Having joined with Tr’i-mo, the Tr’i children named Hor came to be.
He united with Yig- na-ma, to beget three, Bö, Jang and Li.
With a Nyän demon, brought forth they a monkey, an ox, a badger and a bear.
These the four non-humans, but human siblings of the world they share.

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You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes, there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes, you do

But where do you go to, my lovely
When you're alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes, it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back, and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no, you don't

But where do you go to, my lovely
When you're alone in your bed?
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do

Your name it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to, my lovely
When you're alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, they tried
So look into my face, Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes, you do

I know where you go to, my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na