Philosophical Notes...

thedope retrieved a point not taken to say, "I said indiscriminately, willing to perpetuate either and it does not matter be it friendly or foul as long as it is life. Having not found themselves here not recognizing the populace of any instant they play a game of chance as to who or what they will find. Spun on a wheel of fortune it is the circadian demands of the organism that compels them, not their will as they wait what will come. What is fundamental is not often appreciated by a confused mind. A confused mind is not antithetical to bare living but can present one with the thought they are barely alive or that their very life is in contention. If we speak of joy as a dimension of feeling we are talking about emotional taste that far from making an accounting of self, feels only in proportion to what the mind tells it. Where our treasure is, there is our heart also. Without this sense of proportion, the thought comes first, then we respond in a reactionary way to stimulus and this is not the same as exercising our will beyond an indistinct clamoring to be, which is the choreography of the unintended."

 

"You mean a point not made?" laughed Dejavu. "Where is this indiscriminate will you're clamouring about?!" Knowing it was about as forthcoming as these supposed ones who hadn't found themselves, he here hung up the conversation, awaiting as it were the discriminating taste that doesn't require an order to thought and feeling, calling all beings unafraid to realize themselves their own sense of proportion.

 

"Had you found yourself here Dejavu you would see the proportions are the same for all of us," said thedope, "and in your calling you fall on hope not realizing your will in matter." It is as if Dejavu were afraid that order would somehow overtake him not knowing it already had.
"Would you have the planets reverse their spin?" inquired thedope hard on the heels of Dejavu's solipsism.

 

"Which proportions?" asked Dejavu, adding "And what do you imagine solipsism to be to think I have any?" It was true Dejavu had hope, but he never fell on it, nor even resorted to it, no matter the extent to which he felt his will realized. It was, unbeknownst to him in his youth, his life itself. "I am 'overtaken' by order am I?! Whose? What is the natural order of things to your mind that you would see me subsumed?" thedope and Dejavu spoke the same langauge, but to differing degrees of understanding. thedope was hard on the heels of it, where Dejavu was dancing.

 

"Here and now," replied thedope, "while historical accounts differ the things they describe are truthfully uneventful save for the purpose of making conversation. Seeing only the past they dream of a future fashioned to honor their ghosts, wanting more as you say.
Dealing presently with terms like yesterday and tomorrow we attempt life abstractly while missing in large part the current lessons of our creaturehood. Growth is more aptly measured on a concentric basis than a linear horizontal or vertical one. Life is redundant pulse, respiration, circulation, and the order you are compelled to is life cycle. While I agree life may hold matter to itself indefinitely and it does, it may not then be also held to definitions life emerging diversely."
On the issue of solipsism thedope thought Dejavu in effect denied the existence of other minds or the mind we share on the strength of his devotion to individualism. From this perspective one gets the idea that no one or no thing makes an essential contribution to ones own self save for the vague urgings of ones own desire. Disavowing heritage is like saying you can create your own parents. The deleterious effects of this are no more than mis-identification, not recognizing the dervish and thinking disco the only dance in town.

 

"The 'here and now' is the same for all of us?! No, if it was we would all be the same. The moment is as unique to each of us as we are from eachother." Dejavu understood motion in his own way, which didn't prevent him recognizing the dance in whatever form it took. "I am as little 'compelled' to the life cycle as I am 'overtaken' by it!" he laughed, "the difference being my will, being all our wills!" thedope agreed with Dejavu that life could hold matter to itself indefinitely, more, he insisted it does already, but did it? What was certain is that Dejavu disagreed with thedope that it would mean life may not then emerge 'diversely', as he put it. Dejavu plated up a disc for the delectation of this most prayerful dervish known as thedope.

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"No, the strength of my love for the individual better upholds the existence of other minds, of the mind itself, than does your religion known as 'god' thedope." he said. "Am I therefore a better man than you? That's up in the air. But I am a different one! No-one, as you know, can change that!" Dejavu saw clearly that thedope wished to have continued influence in his life. He laughed, and said... but it didn't really matter what he said at that moment, at this one, consigned as it was, is, to words written...

 

thedope laughed heartily at this knowing it was Dejavu's fluency with philosophic fashions that made Dejavu invaluable, that is useful to thedope. For example the goblin admittedly couldn't hang with the subject matter and even the threads author didn't care enough for it. thedope had no idea to be influential to any yet the only the reason for speaking is so that someone who does not see or hear, might. There is one mind that is shared by a multitude of individuated perspectives.The form of the body offers no evidence for the abstract nature of mind and the body is the only evidence for a separate self. There are no discrete faces or places in reality, only the bid for discretion and that would seem conditionally attractive only to those who wish to hide. The specialist cannot abide being the same because preserving the perception of exceptional skill or talent makes one marketable and in this way they seek to include themselves by standing out , and here the separate sense of self's value system is exposed. While vainly or nobly inspired it is self defeating and social welfare systems are developed to treat symptoms. They have vested interest in sickness and abhor the idea of simplicity because order of difficulty is a way to preserve status. For example it is better thedope be religious as an affliction, even though claiming for himself studiousness, than it is for Dejavu to share good with everyone.

 

"A utilitarian such as yourself can only claim to be without religion when you've got god on your hands!" laughed Dejavu, not at all thinking thedope afflicted by his devotion, seeing the apparent contentment, however limited, that his befuddlement afforded him.

"The only reason!? What a joyless haunt your philosophy must be! 'One mind'? Whose? There are minds. "He wondered now if the goblin and the magician would appear to answer to thedopes charges.

"A cruel self-examination thedope! I doubt you are all that bad, though admittedly your lie that health is sickness would suggest a 'vested' interest in sickness. Stick to your goddities! ( if you can do so without sticking others to them.) Be as studious as you please in your adherence! (so long as it is your own. ) My revels do not demand your attention! Put us all to good use! It is not imperative you learn that the only self-defeat is death!" said Dejavu, who was tempted, deliciously, to grant thedope his wish and not find himself here.

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"Why joyless," wondered thedope, "the only reason I write here is because i would not be heard here otherwise when a look or a gesture might suffice with greater succinctness. Could a joyless conclusion be wrestled from zero sum thinking, that it is okay for thedope to have his good as long as not everyone has it?" Dejavu claimed thedope had a god and therefor had religion. What thedope had was a term god that was symbolic representation for an experiential conjugation, that is a measure of human experience. God is that which we invoke as good. Dejavu witnessed of himself the hard wired devotion that thedope spoke of when he spoke his reverent adulation to the sky.

"I have mentioned this before but as much as I might like I cannot replay prerecorded materials due to my intermittent internet connection. Even so it has been my experience of friends that their taste in music was always better than what I had previously assayed of my own so I know instinctively that I am honored," thus said thedope.

 

"Name it." Dejavu replied, having no objections to what was good for thedope being everyone elses good also. "Air, water, food, name it. Whatever it is, it isn't god, but what it actually happens to be. Go, on, try it."

 

"Dejavu," responded thedope, "how do you know it isn't god, do you see god? God is a measure of human experience, a contract of mind and therefor naturally abstract. Whatever you call good at a distance is evidence of magnanimous intent, there is good in the world and I must have it. We are hard wired to be devoted to our good and your display of affection for the sky is evidence of that as we look out and up." thedope went on as he was prone to do, "there is a cute little thread in the philosophy and religion section called god as noun by Meagain the proposition of which is god is actually a verb, a GERB. God is not a person place or thing but the field of all being, the amness of things, the I am that I am, not to say I am god because that would be an error in identification in that life emerges diversely and no one facet describes the brilliance of a whole jewel. If you have a different idea of god then it is up to you to name it since you have predetermined that I should fail by some measure you have yet to identify."

 

"But the field of all being you say, the universe itself. But the universe is a thing thedope. Everything is a thing. How much of a distance do you think a thing has to be from you for you to be able to hide your meaning by it?

Dejavu would have far preferred thedope to have called himself god than have heard the derangement in his saying it is the self but not his own. But it was not all about Dejavu. "If you're going to push god on me, at least have the courage to be one yourself. You see ( or please attempt to ) I don't have an idea of god outside the one you're trying to ply me with, so either get your facts straight, or continue to align yourself with the broadest fiction 'known' to, and perpetrated by man." he said, chivalrously leaving woman out of the sordid affair. It was not that Dejavu thought of thedope as narrow or closed-minded, but, hasty. One with a mind in a hurry for its definition. "Go to the cute threads thedope! Don't fail yourself on my account!"


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thedope said nothing about the universe recognizing onlythe proportions of here and now.

"So you have an idea after all," mentioned thedope, "to suggest I get my facts straight, or is it my fiction you think needs straightening? The field of all being is vibration and illumination."

 

"Don't recognize the universe then. See if it cares. Your god, whatever you make it out to be, is superfluous to your good." said Dejavu.

"So the field of all being wasn't god after all." he laughed. "No, I still have no idea of god. Have one of mine. This: I can tell a thing ain't the thing you tell me it is when you say it is and it ain't."

 

(the goblin was following without comment but following he was)

 

"Caring is not an attribute I would assign to god or good. Good is the direction we are bound yet we can no more name good than we can name god and that is the point. Good is given yet it is not recognized less called upon, love coming by invitation only. Quite apart from caring for or not, reality supports it's constituents. You posit an anthropomorphic god with vain considerations, I do not. Vibration and illumination are my source, my creator and the way I in turn create. Only god is good. Having and being are the same truth."

"Really!," thedope responded mouth agape in wonder, "you have an idea of god and you don't recognize it as being such, i.e. the broadest fiction 'known' to, and perpetrated by man." Certainly from this calcified position you could not hear me say god is that which we invoke as good. All you can hear when I speak of god is your definition of god
and do not take what I say for what it is which is descriptive of energetic phenomena.
There is something in your past that has grown a neural route, perhaps simply prevailing education, and every time you see the word god that energy is transduced into the same traumatically induced image every time. I used to see this with my wife when we would read to each other in bed and she or I would read something written using male pronouns exclusively to describe the condition of mankind." explained thedope "She would lapse into a rage because as a leader of the feminist movement so much of her sense of personal worth was wrapped up in that militant stand. She was unable to hear the content of the material for choking on it's form. I know this because as I began editing as I read and substituting genderless terms the violent reaction was not triggered. In addition to that definition of god you have your own god's as you invoke your good."

thedope was aware the goblin was present but remembered he felt he had nothing to add or hang ten on the page.

 

What Dejavu sees as haste are the immediate effects of infinite patience, a sense of permanence or peace of mind, and he confuses his reliance on his definitions with thedope's clarity. "My meditation is beyond symbols," repeated thedope.

 

After Dejavu had stopped chuckling over thedopes marital anecdote, he ventured to say "No, I have posited no god of any kind, and when I speak of having no idea of it, and in the same breath of it being the broadest fiction ever perpetrated, I speak from the experience of my position having it posited to me, as by yourself for instance. Shut your trap thedope. It's badly constructed, and couldn't even hold your poor wife, let alone a warrior of fortune like myself. Only good is good you gawper. I don't have an infinite patience. What on earth would it be infinite for? My love outlives it. When you invoke love it is often only to deny love as a gate-crasher! I invite form as content, just as the goblin adds himself. You have tried to make marriages of your love... try, if you like, your meaning with words, but firstly be a lover of them! Your meaning always takes care of itself. Intelligence is in love with talent! Nature!" Dejavu let out a laugh at his words, and smiled at their echo. "Beauty!"



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"Name it, go ahead!" thedope yawned and grew disinterested in Dejavu's claim that the devil made him do it, "No, I have posited no god of any kind, and when I speak of having no idea of it, and in the same breath of it being the broadest fiction ever perpetrated, I speak from the experience of my position having it posited to me, as by yourself for instance."

"Warrior of fortune? You remind me more of peter pan than pat sajack, vanna white, or any wheel spinner, dreaming of perpetual glory. Your love can only keep pace, not outlive life and nature doesn't give a shit for our sense of beauty. Talent schmalent," blubbered thedope.
"Dejavu prefers the more narrowly defined and poorly devised fiction of individual excellence leaving in it's wake of course those individuals not so excellent."