About my new work -- I confess I can't understand some of my critics.... They say it's obscure. They compare it, of course, with Ulysses. But the action of Ulysses was chiefly in the daytime, and the action of my new work takes place chiefly at night. It's natural things should not be so clear at night, isn't it now?... It is night. It is dark. You can hardly see. You sense, rather. --James Joyce
So, the essence of Coon vision involves "seeing things," specifically, "seeing in the dark." For once we saw through a glass, darkly, and some day face to face. But in between comes Coon vision, with which we may gain a slightly clearer view of our brief phase in the mirror.
One of the reasons I am so intrigued by Finnegans Wake is that it attempts to illuminate the night not with light, but to adapt the eyes to seeing in the dark. In other words, if we merely shine light into the darkness, it is no longer darkness. We aren't studying darkness but day.
It is hopefully not banalogous to compare it to the experiments of quantum physics, in which the observer causes the "collapse of the wave function," i.e., the wave to become particle. Prior to its observation, the particle is nowhere and everywhere, but by setting up experimental conditions to observe it, it is brought out into the light, so to speak. It becomes a particle by viewing it as such. But then we have eliminated the wave. The principle of complementarity means that we can either see the wave or the particle, but not both at the same time.
If day vision is the particle, then night vision is the wave. To extend the analogy -- analogy being one of the important modes by which we may see in the dark -- day is to part as vision is to whole; also, light is to horizontal as night (which emphatically is not lightlessness) is to the vertical. Day vision always illuminates a part, whereas the parts tend to blend together at night, which lends itself to the contemplation of wholeness and verticality -- of the primordial interconnectedness of things.
For example, I seriously doubt that I could write these posts if I weren't sitting here by the light of darkness with my eyes agoggled and my ears hanging wide open. For the eye is the organ of the day, while the ear is the organ of night. To see with the ear we must disenable the eye, which greedily takes in everything at once, while the ear must be passive and patient, as events reveal their wholeness in time. But just as ears can see time, eyes can hear space, specifically, the sacred space where God dwells.
Is this not the purpose of meditation and prayer, to turn off the light in order to see by darkness? "When you pray, go into your inner room, close your door and pray to your Father who is in secret." "Secret" is a fascinating word with many implicit meanings buried within: hidden, mystery, remote from human frequentation or notice, secluded, esoteric, revealed only to the initiated, constructed so as to elude observation or detection, a key to a desired end.
In the words of the Katha Upanishad, "The Self-Existent made the senses turn outward. Accordingly, man looks toward what is without, and sees not what is within. Rare is he who, longing for immortality, shuts his eyes to what is without and beholds the Self.... He who sees the manifold universe, and not the one reality, goes evermore from death to death."
In fact, let us continue with this luminous ego-dielogue with the King of Death: "That which is awake in us even while we sleep, shaping in dream the objects of our desire -- that indeed is pure, that is Brahman, and that verily is called the Immortal. All the worlds have their being in that, and none can transcend it. That is the Self."
Such esoteric passages can easily be Cross-referenced and trancelighted into Christian terms. "The Self-Existent made the senses turn outward," means that that that which is without mirrors that which is within, because both partake of the divine logos. Consciousness is the "inturned logos," just as the world is logos exteriorized. Rare is he who wakes to the Dreamer who eternally dreams the dream, the unborn night womb out of which all is born:
"She knows not, for her whole Being throbs with a passionate yearning to be known. If she is sometimes termed unconscious, it is only in the sense that she is not the bright [March] forthshining awareness of the Father, the Light of lights, who is her opposite pole.... Devoid of form, empty of forms, she holds within her darkly living heart the potentiality of all forms.
"To get any image of it, one should turn to psychological processes and imagine it as like the matrix of dark dreamless sleep in which potentially exist, and out of which emerge, the bright images of a dream" (Sri Krishna Prem).
Religious rituals endeavor to engage the night in terms of the night. To sightlessly cite one nonobvious example, the ritual of communion is rendered meaningless if unilluminated by the light of day. Rather, it specifically attempts to potentiate the night on its own terms, to facilitate the unknowing of an object that cannot be known in any other way. A rationalist who prizes only rational knowledge is naturally precluded from the logic of the night, and in many cases, will insist that only daytime knowledge exists.
This is the realm of scientism; these are the people discussed yesterday, the boneheaded atheist crowd who negatively hallucinate the nonthings that are actually hidden there in plain sight. They do this because they are usually on the compulsive, which is to say, anal, side of the developmental spectrum, and hold onto their daytime knowledge in the manner of what Winnicott calls the "transitional object." In other words, knowledge to such an individual serves the purpose of a teddy or a binky.
Which is odd, because these are the people who suggest that religious belief is for the feint-hearted in need of an existential security blanket, when the opposite is true. Yes, religion can function as a security blanket or transitional object, but that is true of anything: food, high-heel shoes, music, books, exercise, whatever. The tendency to create and hold onto transitional objects is a human one, hardly limited to the religious. In fact, the second commandment could just as well read you shall not make for yourself a transitional object out of God, because doing so converts reality, or what is, into what we want or need it to be.
It is a banality to point out that scientists do this no less than religious people, which is why the history of science is, on the one hand, a quest for truth, but on the other hand, a history of desperate clinging to outmoded ideas. Humans being human, we are designed to love truth. The word "belief" is etymologically linked to "beloved," and there is no question that the garden-variety secular intellectual is prone to falling in love with his ideas. But unless these ideas are objectively and perennially true, then it is ultimately an exercise in narcissism, or self-love. Only truth is worthy of love, and love is a link between us and another object. The modern invention of "self-love" is actually a contradiction in terms, for love by its very nature radiates and is attracted to the true and the beautiful.
Real knowledge of truth requires surrender, humility, and conformity to it. In other words, we conform ourselves to truth by surrendering to its beauty, not by puffing ourselves up with vanity and imagining that we have invented it. Al Gore's increasingly shrill and desperate weather hysteria is a fine example of what happens when one falls in love with one's ideas instead of humbly submitting to truth. When I say Gore is crazy, I mean this literally, for in his testimony before congress last week, he continued to maintain that there is a 100% scientific consensus in support of his views.
Now, either Gore is evil, because he is a despicable liar, or he is nuts, because he is negatively hallucinating, that is, not seeing the thousands of scientists who do not share his weather fantasies. I believe he is the latter, although naturally, much evil follows from the process of negative hallucination. It is analogous to leprosy, which is not a direct cause of amputation. Rather, it causes nerve damage which leads to injuries that eventually require amputation. Thus, if you are negatively hallucinating, you will continuously receive sharp blows from reality but not know where they are coming from. "Learning" is one option; another is to lash out at reality in the manner of the Goreacle.
Well, it's starting to get light outside, so the indivisible darkness is receding into invisibility. Or as Joyce wrote, "We foregot at wiking when the bleakfrost chilled our ravery." Don't worry, we'll be black tomorrow. Leave a light off for me!
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Oh, just great! Next you'll tell me that the cat was...um, was never a cat, had no particular catness and therefore was a wave... or something. And that just by clicking on your blog I've killed the cat. Great.
So it should follow that just by reading your blog post, I've opened the global weather box and found that AlGore is dead? Good work, man!
Quantum leapin' lizards!
Haha, leprosy. Of course, it is the 'negative space' disease; the one where 'what is real' becomes falsely unreal; which is the reverse of cancer, the 'positive space' disease where false additions are made. I think one can think of them as analogues to negative and positive hallucinations.
Not to mention the spiritual things; the Egregore which is a positive spiritual hallucination, and the mind parasites, which are like little radar jammers on your spiritual radar screen.
Fire into the blank spots, I always say.
Speaking of waves and particles and day and night, I've read astrophysicists who cannot explain why the earth's night is not as bright as the day, given the enormity of the starry host and the light given off by each bright one.
Perhaps I could think of Light as the proper habitation of all Truth, and like Genesis relates, Night had to be created for its own True purposes. Night is only experienced by observing it with eyes.
Don't mind Schroedinger and me. I'm on painkillers, so that's my excuse.
RC: now there's some good correlation work; cancer and leprosy. Good insight!
wv: chufthsm (a new religion?)
Joan,
interesting you should mention that about the night. I remember, when I was a kit, being told in some school class or other that there was not an infinite number of stars, because if there were the sky would never be dark. I remember thinking at the time that there was some very bad logic in that, but had now way to express it, much less argue the point.
Now granted, the universe is not infinite, but I was sure that there were vastly more stars and galaxies than we could possibly see from our relatively minute perspective. When the Hubble began taking pictures of the spaces between the stars, where scientists expected to see very little, they found instead entire galaxies filling the "empty" spaces, and were surprised.
It seemed perfectly logical to me, but what do I know?
Julie,
I think your experience just points out the dangers of being educated beyond all good sense. Sometimes the not-knowing, in all its simple humility and lack of over-educated arrogance, is the best guesser of the gno-able.
wv:zruibeq (a final puzzlement?)
To be a coon is to be better than the non-coon.
Therefore, the more coons the better in general.
Best would be all-coons, and no non-coons.
Yet, this makes the mind dissapointed and sad. Why?
Because it takes all kinds to make a world, and another man's dharma is a great danger. And of course, the divergences of the wise are a blessing.
slavic invasion said...
"To be a coon is to be better than the non-coon. Therefore, the more coons the better in general. Best would be all-coons, and no non-coons. Yet, this makes the mind dissapointed and sad. Why?"
Because in a world of all-coons, coons would have no one to steal munchies from and would have to trade in their bandito-masks for plowshares and "work for a loving". If there's one thing coons hate, its a lack of slack.
The arch(o)typical hero coons are Robin Hood, Zorro, and of course the Lone Ranger. All of them slackers entraordinaire. Hi Ho Silver, Away!
Schroedinger,
That was a real humdinger. You owe me precisely $35.95 in coffee spewage fees for your post. It was a Starbucks, you see. However, if you prefer, I'll accept the cat as payment in lieu. You can keep the lizards.
Drive by Wave,
I suppose you also find SNL humorous.
Mr. Miller Sir,
I did enjoy SNL, at least when you were on. Since you left, the quality has...declined. Of course my SNL experience goes back to season-1 so my standards are rather high. But I definitely appreciate your current work as the Voice of Reason against your unfunny compadre Weird Al Frankenstinkel.
wv: dodgeqo (dodo gecko? a new geico commercial?)
C'mon, Coons! Schroedinger was me!
On painkillers!
Having fun.
You remember fun, don't you?
If not, you may be moved by new revelations about dark matter.
And besides, I'm way funnier than SNL. Those losers haven't been funny since Roseanne RosannaDanna.
Oh, and that Dark Matter link may explain why I keep losing my car keys.
Hey, cool link Joan. I love those fringe scientists and their unconventional ideas. If nothing else they help us break the mold on our thinking. This one is a particularly cool idea because it sounds testable in principle, whether it pans out or not.
As for Schroedinger, please excuse my poor attempts at humor. I find I am usually the only one who gets my own jokes, usually. Maybe I'm just a coon even to coons? Either that or I should just be sedated. Prognosis, Doc Bob?
wv#1: oyxliw (Do I wanna know?)
wv#2: ivuupar (One of Tolkien's gods?)
Joan, that was you? In that case Bwaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!
Not banalogous. Very Bobalogonous.
"For once we saw through a glass, darkly, and some day face to face."
Sal, I got your nudge; Did Dilys? My email coontact is in my profile. Tuesday's entry includes an update on "the complementarity of the sexes". Heh heh
Joan, spring exquinox last year was on March 20th. On March 22nd I gave up and ordered a new set of car keys. I don't even want to research the date I lost them again this month, besides they resurfaced 2 weeks later in a bag of carrots in the frig.
Fine, Dennis, go ahead and mock someone in dire pain.
'sides. I was serious about the whole, "opening up this blog can kill moonbattery global warming tripe" aka, AlGore-ithms.
Mizze,
Had I lost my keys in a bag of carrots, I fear I would never find them again. Or at least not until I'd cleaned the fridge and thrown out the old dry husks of the carrots.
the drive-by waveform said... "You owe me precisely $35.95 in coffee spewage fees for your post."
Uh-uh, sorry, but USS Ben & I have gone to great lengths to alert readers to the danger of drinking or eating spewable items while reading One Cosmos, therefore do diligence has been performed, and you eat or drink at your own risk here in the One Cosmos.
wv:nxhklibd
I once found my keys in a piece of carrot cake that I had baked. :)
uhh... ms.Arggghhhhh!!!... ooh you showmelock... ulm Iopen.
WHOOSH-WHACK!!!
Very
akimbo
notion
mmbuwahahahaha!!!
Van,
Drive by wave was Joan again. ;)
Joan of Argghh!
Interesting link, but I've got a much better theory of universal dark matter which passes Ocams razor without dulling the sheen:
Wackademic prayers.
Gods gotta have a trashcan somewhere.
Dennis Miller! You're Psychic too?!
Can't keep all the sock-puppets straight, can ya, Dennis?
:0)
Van, if God does have a trashcan somewhere, it's McAllen, TX. I spent a lifetime there, one year.
Meanwhile, this comment thread certainly resembles a buncha folks bumping around in the dark.
oomph! You're standing on my foot!
Phooey, time to get back to work.
Ximeze, time to clock in...
(Ximeze? Mistress is going to have you doing penance again. Ximeze?)
This whole deal about vision -- "disenable the eye, which greedily takes in everything at once" -- and hearing, and day and night, seems to intersect with Schuon on controlling one's curiosity.
The Gospel of John refers most frequently, and favorably, to "hearing," little to "seeing."
More Leonard Cohen, Famous Blue Raincoat, "Ah, the last time we saw you/
you looked so much older/
Your famous blue raincoat/
was torn at the shoulder/
You'd been to the station/
to meet every train/
And you came home/
without Lili Marlene."
For a variety of reasons I'm wearing glasses for awhile that under-correct. Side effect, slightly darkened vision elicits more focused attention navigating the world. Meeting fewer irrelevant trains.
IMO Sal has multiple capabilities to find pretty much find anybody any time. The password is ztssmt. Listen for the tapping cane...
__:~)__
Whew. A lot of odd birds flyin' around in here today (look who's talking). Speakin' of which - where is Ximeze?
wv: nnqqnjwc (see?)
And I thought the whooshing sound was just Bob's post going over my head!
I'll catch up (maybe).
wv: risop (that's a relief)
...in addition to being funny and exteeeeemly good looking,
And I might also add talented. Have you caught my new radio program?
...humble as well.
Bob’s posts of the last few days have stirred me to a renewed awareness of the Adversary. I think that while it is crucial to understand the Truth about evil and “the god of this world”, we also have every reason not to fear same. If you’ll indulge a bit of a rant…
Although scripture gives quite a bit of information about Satan, it has to be pieced together. Although created as a beautiful angel, Satan willed to “rise above the most high”. The result? - He is currently the "god" of this world and, as such, the highest ranking evil spirit being. He is the Adversary. He has authority over the fallen angels and the demons. Oh, yeah, and his end is already written –“And the great dragon was thrown down, the serpent of old who is called the devil and Satan, who deceives the whole world; he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him.” (Rev)
Writing to the believers in Colossae, Paul and Timothy said, “For He rescued us from the domain of darkness, and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins. He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by Him all things were created, both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities-all things have been created through Him and for Him” (Col 1:13-16).
Paul wrote to the Christians in Ephesus, “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places” (Eph 6:12), and, to the Corinthians, “But even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing, whose minds the god of this age has blinded, who do not believe, lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them”(II Cor 4:3-4).
Finally, in powerful imagery, Paul tells believers how to avoid becoming the prey of Satan.
“Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. Take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God” (Eph 6:10-17).
wv: amen!?!? (just kidding)
Yeah, where is Ximeze?
I was thinking of her yesterday while reading this.
Yeah, where is Ximeze?
For that matter, what ever happned to Luke? I got an email from him once, but then he seemed to drop off the face of the earth...
Last week Ximeze was trying some attempts at logging in on my site & Ben's too... seemed to be working for her, but she was wondering if anyone could help with her browser on RedHat...
Ben, you heard from her since?
Ximeze, the Beaky ate my keyboard excuse only works for so long!
wv:gongi !
Re: Luke, Ximeze, Princess, etc.
"They went out from us, but they did not really belong to us. For if they had belonged to us, they would have remained with us; but their going showed that none of them belonged to us." (I Jn 2:19)
How's that for wrenching scripture out of context!
wv: terbqped (I asked for that!)
wv2: oggzsblo (and that)
Allow me to try my hand at sitting by the shore and commanding the tide to rise no further... Ximeze isn't allowed to be part of that list.
I have spoken.
What Van said.
:)
Uh oh. Algore thinks we have a global warming problem here on our little blue-green ball, but Saturn is in for something far worse once that baby heats up: Space Bees!
I'm buying honey futures now. Easy money!
"Day vision always illuminates a part, whereas the parts tend to blend together at night, which lends itself to the contemplation of wholeness and verticality -- of the primordial interconnectedness of things."
This has been thrumming through me all day... it really captures... umm, maybe captures is not the best word, taps into, quite alot. Added more than four floors to that elevator.
Princess was actually Gagdad doing stream of cosciousness. ;>)
cosanostradamus,
How long till we begin to see The Secret of ancient Hexagonal Aliens wisdom! ala the 'face' on Mars?
Maybe we could build a giant intergalactic bee (wasn't that Galaga?) and transport algore to study it?
Dare to dream...
Confucious says:
"There is as much virtue in the humblest things as in the most sublime."
This, I believe, is why an all-coon world doesn't hit the spot. If everyone became a saint, then there would be no "background" against which to appreciate one; there would be no contrast.
The making of non-saints could be one of the prime motives for "O" in his manifestation. If all living persons achieved sainthood en masse now, some kind of epoch would be over; what would then follow?
The end-point of all manifestation might then be imminent, perhaps prematurely, if the "kingdom of God" (all-coon consciousness) were to come now.
How does this articulate with Bob's hatred of the leftists? Is Bob then urging the world movement to change too fast, or is the "speed" he desires (which sounds pretty urgent) about right?
Question: How soon would you like to see all leftists gone, and all humanity embrace the Light? Now? Ten years? A hundred? When would be the right time?
dennis miller said... "Princess was actually Gagdad doing stream of cosciousness."
Hmm... a bit yellow, wasn't it?
(oh my)
"Can't keep all the sock-puppets straight, can ya, Dennis?"
Humble, good-lookin', and talented Dennis
found HER keys in a carrot cake that SHE once baked.
da plane, da plane said...
"Question: How soon would you like to see all leftists gone, and all humanity embrace the Light? Now? Ten years? A hundred? When would be the right time?"
Beep! Beep! Would you turn off your left turn signal please! Geez, it is just so annoying seeing the guy in front of you with their blinker flashing away with no Reason....
wv:zxuchup - Mayan ketchup?
Hi kits, ximeze here
I'm about to get booted off this public machine
Gosh nomo, that really hurt
Van & Joan: thanks
Ximeze - Extreme penance underway...it was the pain of your absence...acting rashly...excuses, excuses.
That was me mizzzzzzz-E
You know sumfink? I think that NoMo is Inte in diguise.
Ximeze!
"You know sumfink?"
(shudder)
Oh Vanny, good to see you too. :>)
Uhh, I heard there was a job opening, where do I send the resume'.
Gadzooks!
See, all you got to do is call...
And they'll be here, yes they will..
Did someone say "reonion?"
wv: oxqxa (great mushrooms)
ximeze, luke, and princess are being forged. They are not authentic.
nuagahyde,
Two out of three, but only one counts.
Well, I've been working, and busy getting ready to move.
Y'all did NOT miss me!
;)
-Luke
..and I have not been here in over a month or two.. since the Integralist sewage spewed into the blog..
-Luke again
PS -smoov, if you got the mail, why did you not reply?
Of course I'm forging myself.
Smoov?
Now Van, about those psycho sessions we discussed earlier...
the bells... the bells... sanctuary!....
The word for today:
discom-Bob-ulated
or, my wv: woyfrff (really)
Speak of the devil...
Darn internets, can make anyone real with just a word...!
(Or, the Intertubes, what we'll have to call it when it is all fiber optics.)
wv: dklmp!
If a man bobufactured it was a lot of work for just a midnight visitor.
Perhaps Bob himself could shed light;
I am none the wiser.
This was a day of confusion, to be sure... to be sure.
River - indeed. Gorgeous artwork over there, though. Will anything be done with it?
Hear hear!
Excellent post about waves and particles Dr. Dude!
Will-
Are you out there? Hope your okay.
I like Bob's new header lede:
"Circumnavelgazing the Whole Existentialada of Lumin Development, with Mental Gymgnostics, Verticalisthenics, Dilettantric Yoga, Stand-up Cosmology, Extreme Seeking, Ovangelical Pundamentalism, Coonservative Slacktivism, Orthoparadoxical Hoodooism, and Buddhaflaw Correcting, all in a Laughty Atmasphere of Omade Jehovial Witticisms?"
My new personal fav: Dilettantric Yoga!
:0)
Joan:
I had some Dilettantric Yogurt with fruit on the bottom, and it was pretty good.
Ximeze:
I hope you get your 'puter fixed soon, or get a new one.
We miss hearing from you and Beaky!
Lisa,
BTW here you go:
WWW
A very well deserved Crown (careful it doesn't through you off balance)
Will,
(ahem... this would be a good time for some words, an invocation or something... nudge nudge wink wink)
Van- thanks for the www! It fits perfect! It really makes my heart swell to hear that some of you are becoming more aware of your verticality horizontally! It will help the spirit expand and fill all that newly acquired negative space in the body. Plus it just feels great...
A little birdie told me that Will has taken a temporary vow of silence to regenerate. He is okay and will return to OC with a bunch of new coonsights! I miss him too, though! ;)
I'm glad this thread got so goofy, sometimes it's just what we coons need to blow off some steam!
Goofy > steam.
A goofy gus trumps an angry al.
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