Philosophical Notes...

"The gene," replied thedope, "and as to, Does the pattern of my preferential response make it anything less than mine?, it is inherited not created by you, even to the extent of desire. The direction may be to a food source or a mate among other things."

 

"I asked who else, not what else. The gene does not intend but extend," laughed Dejavu. "As for your notion of what I may prefer being inherited only even in my desire, you may dismiss consciousness arising for itself, but it will thedope, it does. In vain your desire for our direction under god!" he chuckled, hitting submit.

 

"I would question if you do indeed speak for yourself Dejavu, at least in this format. Do you speak in this forum for the purpose of hearing your own speech? In this world we exist for and with each other. Not to take away in any fashion the joy you may have for your own speaking. There is a pri fix pattern of development encoded in the gene but the genes purpose is not your development. It's purpose is the reproduction of the gene, I don't mean to suggest it is all one sided. As matter we display three properties, absorptive, reflective, and polarity. In addition to our encoded development we can write new code or learn and polarity reflects how you orient yourself at the moment. Consciousness is redundant just as everything else and from it's simplest pulse to it's most dramatic has the purpose of finding direction. Perhaps you look for happiness or a good time or a more lively wholesome conversation. Perhaps you decide what your chores or play things ought to be. It is obvious that consciousness has the dimension of self reflection and always is oriented to finding it's good. Everything has a function in time. When I say magnanimous I mean no specific quality other than great, great in proportion of expression and consistently greatly proportioned. Nature is tastefully arranged."

 

Said thedope. But Dejavu had been away, and now returning, seeing what thedope'd said, for himself no less, laughed at his saying that by magnanimous he meant great. "What do you mean by great then thedope?" he asked. "Magnanimous? In your having everything to be at once functional and redundant, you have clearly solved the universe! Not that it needed solving." The format of the third person was just a plaything to Dejavu, who, having less time for thedopes diatribe than thedope himself did, sought livelier, more direct conversation with ones who did not hold the conceit that nature itself was in any way arranged.

 

"You mean like your taste under whose tuition philosophical notes become diatribes?," queried thedope having time and again for many things since having found what he was looking for. Not solving but clearly seeing the universe which is what he had time to devote his time to.

 

"Well, there was nothing really tiradinous in it I suppose," nosed Dejavu, "I'll change diatribes to sermons then, since you'd have 'god' have meaning for you." He laughed and looked thedope in the eye. "What is it you found then? Was it only one thing you sought after all?!"

 

and in seeking after one thing,was found by many things that were'nt seeking anything.

 

Chemicals bonding, matter congregates. There isn't anything idle just as water seeks it's lowest level with no eyes, ears, mouth, or hair. The wind is air pressure seeking to stabilize. There is no boundary between our animal and the mineral world arising together in concert with a maturing soular system, and when I say seeking I mean the human psyches notation for hot always flowing toward cold, creation a law without opposite. Things in motion tend to stay in motion or seek to keep moving, Things at rest, well people generally don't like their sleep interrupted. Which brings us to roamy's suggestion that understanding order is a superfluous endeavor, obviously friends there need be no thing whatsoever. I don't remember asking to be plucked from the stars and assembled at length piecemeal and squeezed through the birth canal but I am certain I intended to open my eyes when I got here to see what condition my condition was in. It turns to be my joy to do so.

As to sermonizing you hear the exhaust gases of the internal combustion of my biological machine concentrating life. I have built high pressure or am simply high and my mind is full to overflowing and I never heard a sermon articulated through conversation. I can see where Dejavu, who's life and concerns are obviously more important than ours might find this sharing blowing a little hard. I would remind him that regardless the weight of any number of witnesses what he sees can never exceed the equanimity of his regard, thank him for his gift of recognition and ask how he is enjoying the perspective he has unleashed on our life. I am called many things but I am none in particular save this one, the I am I call myself is the same I am you call yourself and who is not comfortable admitting that they are. Certainly it is more comfortable than calling oneself I am not. I am is the surname we all inherit in creation, magnanimously intended, great meaning, all encompassing mind. There is no separation of estates between work and play only our actions are tinged or singed by acceptance or resistance. What you resist persists what you accept is timeless.

 

The accurate metric for any proportion, Here and Now.

 

"Sir names the same? Suits me fine since the game of descent I gave up, here's to giving ones, nuptials known free of need, of import undemanding. Accept the resistance! Leave nothing withstanding!" said Dejavu, not troubling to find himself present, leading the charge into the wild blue of every yonder.

 

A toast to freedom from need and we hope that includes grubbing want or greed. Let us do as we will without compulsion free from debt of any kind as we proceed free from friction when not weighed down.

Of course Dejavu remains vainly grasping for his special course for the very reason that he bothers not to find himself here, he doesn't know where he is. We in our indefinite proportions are vanguards only of the chemical composition of our feces. However we have ever grown ever clever together in this moment of emerging current.

Having not found himself here he couldn't know there is no wild blue because all blue has become domestic eager to enjoin us and wholly sublimely reposed before our most intimate inspection. We recognize it's every nuanced brilliance and no blue has ever disappointed by becoming red even though it is constantly becoming to us.

Having not found himself here he couldn't know that in leading himself yonder he still hadn't moved from here. There are no discrete or distant rewards, having and being the same.

Even as we grow we are urged on not by our effort but by the redundant wave of cyclic life. Current is measured in cycles per and will is a province of mind. No change is met in meeting new moments, moments always meeting now. The only meaningful expression of change is fundamental change. Meaning being also of the mind, fundamental change is changing your mind. The current mind can change it's cycles per moment and think and therefor perform at higher and lower frequencies and frequency modulation is the only tiller that can raise or invigorate this moment.

 

"Sky! To me you are wild! Future, to me, you exist!" He stood silent, and looked down.

"From where else is there to move your eminence?!" laughed Dejavu, "Stand there then! In a tension, a rearguard in memoriam deus!" It's so important to thedope that I'm not special! he thought. So meaningful to him not that I'm here, but that I might not know where here is! "Conversation needn't send your third person packing," said Dejavu with a grin, scraping these remaining words together, completing this particular entry... here.

 

"Fine and dandy," relented thedope, "even though in fact as thedope, as i sit here I become a third that we both discuss, the body between us. If we really recognize each other we wouldn't be checking ID all the time." Special is preferred but preference is yeah or neigh. thedope loved the world so much he regarded all as precious and discovered there no blemish and can find no reason to take offense. "Sorry kid, illusions of grandeur or grander places keep you from recognizing where you are and your true inheritance which is unremitting joy."

... in prayerful devotion as he invoked his good god!

 

"This is as good as it gets then you reckon?" asked Dejavu, who knew his joy was not his if not shared.

 

"What's "this" then Dejavu," gently inquired thedope, "now being the only time you occur this is always as good as you have chosen "it" to be. Your joy is our joy but not having found yourself here you have been unaware it was within you and thought it to be elsewhere. The appearance of the wax and wane of pleasure was not caused by what you had chosen of the world, but by a circadian rhythm that has provided even "your" taste to compel you along. Don't misunderstand, it's desire is for you but you must learn to master it.
No doubt we experience the occasion of pleasure on a trial and error basis, but it is better that I call upon our joy in always this moment and dole it out as fast and full throttled as I can. If we find ourselves here we discover that it is not out there that we are familiar with but we experience our own nervous system and the way it responds to stimulus. Note that the nervous system does not respond to good and bad things, but to varying degrees of stimulation."

 

"No, the world as it is has never been my choice alone," said Dejavu. "I have never been unaware that my joy is within me, and always aware that it has been in others. Is it all in our minds that people are starving as we speak, or killing eachother? What degree of 'mastery' would have us all realize our love?"

 

"Your inheritance has never been yours to choose at all but how you care for and extend it follows naturally according to your evaluation only, emphasized thedope, "no one can or does move your diaphragm but you and as we breath we share our atmospheres. There is no right to good fortune, it is an incalculable good fortune that we exist at all amongst indefinite probability. There is no right to life but there is dominion in living."

"That it should be different is," calculated thedope from the parameters of Dejavu's question. ."If it need not be then there is no reason it should be. It is my observation that people are as indiscriminately willing to perpetuate their misery as they are their joy. Should we ask of our fellow and less complicated animal brethren to stop killing and eating each other or stop starving on occasion to sooth our sense of decorum?
All that we are is given us and mastery lies in not withholding our blessing to suit our taste and we then learn the taste of our blessing"

 

"It's not mine." replied Dejavu. "Should I ask which people you are speaking of?"

 

"Here is how I use my powers of distinction," said thedope as he set up the punch line, "to answer the question should we must ask the question what is it for because it is a question of proper or desired function. If you do not know who I speak of and you would like to, then asking it of me suits that function. If there is no need there is no need it should be." In the absence of any interlude for reply thedope continued, "the people I mean are the self I once experienced and thought sincere, those who feel the need to defend goodness or attack injustice. This battle with life occurs with the whole hearted blessing of all involved as this fortune they claim for their "good" cause and they would rather fight to the death for this sense of rightness than be happy. Consider the lilies of the field who neither toil nor spin but none are adorned finer than these," reiterated thedope"

 

"I don't think the lilies are considering it." laughed Dejavu, having no need to soothe his sense of decorum. "You and I need do nothing, but what we want to do is celebrate. People are aways more willing to perpetuate their joy over their misery, the will itself being 'fundamentally' a joy, not something you scratch out in anticipation of death." Dejavu was genuinely unconcerned for any who might be withholding their blessing, but for those who felt they hadn't one, he had something that thedope, in his ignorance, would think a prayer. :-D