Sunday, February 18, 2007
Demarcation of the Finish Line, Please!
It sounds silly to ask for insight into something for which we already possess the knowledge. “I just want to know when I’m going to die.” But you’re not going to die. You can’t die. Energy doesn’t operate that way. I suppose the question is “when do I leave this stage and move on to the next?” But the answer to that is as elementary as the school, for how does one get to first grade? Logically the answer follows “when kindergarten has fulfilled you.”
Very well, I’ll play the game. Do I want to know when I’m going to die? It’s difficult to play when the rules are so obvious. We die when we choose.
“Oh come on! Are you saying that everyone in the Trade Towers decided to die September 11, 2001?”
Why not? Anything is possible. The shear numbers enhance the drama. And to be a drone in the Towers could very well have created a leave-able life. Life in the Big Apple may not have been for those who left the stage all that Woody Allen portrays it to be. Consider those who chose not to go to work that day. Did those lives in the Towers have the same feeling of foreboding and chose to ignore it? We know so little how can we negate a possibility when we ourselves are so ignorant of reality. Huxley wrote in The Doors of Perception that our brains are actually our inhibitors that prevent us from seeing and understanding everything. There are more things in Heaven and Earth than we fathom as humans. Just as a child cannot conceive of someone bigger and stronger than his or her father, we childlike innocents refuse to believe that which cannot see, hear, feel, touch, or comprehend.
We know when we are going to die, whatever that is. I suppose it’s a misnomer because death means end to life, but life has no end, it merely changes. Tonight the chameleon nuclear explosion that warms the earth “died” from yellow to orange as the Earth turned the east coast away from is energy giving life. Yet in Los Angeles the fiery ball was yellow. The sun didn’t “die”, nor did it “set” for that matter. Such poets we are with poor phraseologies to describe exactly what isn’t happening. The Earth turned.
“Death” should be eliminated from our vocabularies. Death does not exist. It never existed therefore it is dead. Or maybe it’s alive because we created it…… Did I answer the question?
Very well, I’ll play the game. Do I want to know when I’m going to die? It’s difficult to play when the rules are so obvious. We die when we choose.
“Oh come on! Are you saying that everyone in the Trade Towers decided to die September 11, 2001?”
Why not? Anything is possible. The shear numbers enhance the drama. And to be a drone in the Towers could very well have created a leave-able life. Life in the Big Apple may not have been for those who left the stage all that Woody Allen portrays it to be. Consider those who chose not to go to work that day. Did those lives in the Towers have the same feeling of foreboding and chose to ignore it? We know so little how can we negate a possibility when we ourselves are so ignorant of reality. Huxley wrote in The Doors of Perception that our brains are actually our inhibitors that prevent us from seeing and understanding everything. There are more things in Heaven and Earth than we fathom as humans. Just as a child cannot conceive of someone bigger and stronger than his or her father, we childlike innocents refuse to believe that which cannot see, hear, feel, touch, or comprehend.
We know when we are going to die, whatever that is. I suppose it’s a misnomer because death means end to life, but life has no end, it merely changes. Tonight the chameleon nuclear explosion that warms the earth “died” from yellow to orange as the Earth turned the east coast away from is energy giving life. Yet in Los Angeles the fiery ball was yellow. The sun didn’t “die”, nor did it “set” for that matter. Such poets we are with poor phraseologies to describe exactly what isn’t happening. The Earth turned.
“Death” should be eliminated from our vocabularies. Death does not exist. It never existed therefore it is dead. Or maybe it’s alive because we created it…… Did I answer the question?
# posted by Bite Me Kissimmee @ 8:50 AM 
