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Post by Charlotte on Feb 24, 2013 9:56:44 GMT -5
Omitting search, I thought I keep these seperate for us who sometimes need Music and Poetry.
The full Moon bathing our Home in soft light and the Age of Aquarius well on the way. In this rendition our own imagination can be our guide.
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 3, 2013 10:38:05 GMT -5
Hard to believe that Pink Floyd released the Dark Side of the Moon album 40 years ago. Beautiful as ever!
The Cosmic and our Heartbeat
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I see you on the dark side of the moon
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 4, 2013 8:54:51 GMT -5
There is not a particle of life which does not have poetry within it.
Gustave Flambert
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 10, 2013 9:22:42 GMT -5
An anonymous poem
Across the moorlands of the Not We chase the gruesome When; And hunt the Itness of the What Through forests of the Then. Into the Inner Consciousness We track the crafty Where; We spear the Ego tough, and beard The Selfhood in his lair.
With lassos of the brain we catch The Isness of the Was; And in the corpses of the Whence We hear the think bees buzz. We climb the slippery Witchbark tree To watch the Thusness roll; And pause betimes in gnostic rimes To woo the Over Soul.
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 16, 2013 6:38:35 GMT -5
Above th' AONIAN Mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime, And chiefly Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou Know'st; Thou from the first Was present, and with mighty wings outspread Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss And mad'st pregnant: What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the highth of this great Argument I may assert th' Eternal Providence, And justifie the wayes of God to men.
Paradise Lost (1667)
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 21, 2013 8:28:02 GMT -5
I changed the Subject line to include Science as "there is not a particle of life which does not have Poetry within it". One of my Teachers, Dr. Bruce Fisher, ret. Chemist, Mathematician, Kabalist fluent in Hebrew, among other things, gave a lenghty course: Reconciling Philosophy, Science, and Religion, Poetry being peripheral. In fact, this triangle was included in almost every subject He taught, drawing parallels between these three, upon which I became a firm believer that there is no new thing under the Sun. These four subjects of Learning and Wisdom are not mutually exclusive, but complimentary as is Creation and Evolution. The best expression of the latter two I read is: "Consciousness precedes form". One of my favorite quotes, some lines repeated here, on Poetry comes from Percy Shelley's A Defence of Poetry "An observation of the regular mode of the recurrance of harmony in the language of poetical minds, together with its relation to music, produced metre, or a certain system of traditional forms of harmony and language. Yet it is by no means essential that a poet should accomodate his language to this traditional form, so that the harmony, which is its spirit, be observed. This practice is indeed convinient and popular, and to be preferred , especially in such compositions as includes much action: but every great poet must inevitably innovate upon the example of his predecessors in the exact structure of his peculiar versification. The distinction between poets and prose writers is a vulgar error. The distinction between philosophers and poets has been anticipated. "Plato was essentially a poet—the truth and splenor of his imagery, and the melody of his language, are the most intense that it is possible to conceive. He rejected the measure of the epic, dramatic, and lyrical forms, because he sought to kindle a harmony in thoughts divested of shape and action, and he forebore to invent any regular plan of rhythm which would include, under determinate forms, the varied pauses of his style. Cicero sought to imitate the cadence of his periods, but with little success. "Lord Bacon was a poet. His language has a sweet and majestic rhythm, which satisfies the senses, no less than the almost superhuman wisdom of his philosophy satisfies the intellect; it is a strain which distendsa, and then burst the circumference of the reader's mind, and pours itself forth together with it into the universal element with which it has perpetual sympathy. "All the authors of revolutions in opinion are not only necessarily poets as they are inventors, nor even as their words unveil the permanent analogy of things by images which participate in the life of truth; but as their periods are harmonious and rhythmical, and contain in themselves the elements of verse; being the echo of eternal music. Nor are those supreme poets, who have employed traditional forms of rhythm on account of the form and action of their subjects, less capable of perceiving and teaching the truth of things, than those who have omitted that form. Shakespeare, Dante, and Milton (to confine ourselves to modern writers) are philosophers of the very loftiest power." www.bartleby.com/27/23.htmlI formed three paragraphs for easier reading.
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 22, 2013 8:30:42 GMT -5
A few of my favorite quotes of Poetry and modern Science.
Shelley again:
"Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge; it is that which comprehends all science, and to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought; it is that from which all spring, and that which adornes all; and that which, if blighted, denies the fruit of the seed, and withholds from the barren world the nourishment and succession of the scions of the tree of life."
JonnyMcA, GHMB
"When dark matter is annihilated it emits photons of a specific energy".
This statement agrees with the great Scientist/Philosopher Arthur M. Young, who would add that we don't see light but see by it, and if we see or understand a thing clearly we annihilate the photon we used altogether.
JohnnyMcA
"... in quantum mechanics, photons are indistinguishable particles, so in an interaction, we cannot say if it is the same photon or if one photon is destroyed, and a new one created, since the look identical (for photons with the same energy).
"What path it will choose, now that's the real weirdness of quantum mechanics. The photon will take all possible paths (that is untill measured, the particle is in a superposition of all possible paths), but the path that we observe..."
Then Science comes down from its coherent superposition and measures/thinks the infinite paths, permitted wave functions, we can think of since we are the Measurers, not only Scientists, and all becomes incoherent for us Folk less knowledgable that JohnnyMcA.
We can better comprehend the photon or Light, the first fiat of Creation, and in total agreement with Arthur Young, via the poetic language of the Saints:
"Lucy is said of light, and light is beauty in beholding, after that S. Ambrose saith: The nature of light is such, she is gracious in beholding, she spreadeth over all without lying down, she passeth in going right without crooking by right long line; and it is without dilation of tarrying, and therefore it is showed the blessed Lucy hath beauty of virginity without any cossuption, essence of charity without disordinate love, rightful going and devotion to God, without squaring out of the way; right long line by continual work without negligence of slothful tarrying. In Lucy is said, the way of light."
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 23, 2013 8:56:42 GMT -5
From the previous post, JohnnyMcA:
"... in quantum physics, photons are indistinguishable particles, so in an interaction, we cannot say if it is the same photon or is one photon is destroyed, and a new one created, since they look identical (for photons with the same energy).
Emphasis mine.
This brings to Mind a parallel in the Microcosm, Man.
"The first steps in cell division take place within the nucleus. Each gene along the entire lenght of the uncoiled chromosome dublicates itself; in other words, it builds another gene exactly like itself, with the result that there are now two identical uncoiled chromosomes lying side by side."
The chromosomes "begin to shorten or "coil up again".
"The shortening continues until the individual chromosomes are again visible and appear solid as before. Close observation now shows that each of the four chromosomes appear to be splitting in half lenghtwise, but this is inaccurate language. The original chromosome is not splitting. Rather each original chromosome has duplicated itself. What looks like a chromosome splitting lenghtwise is really two identical chromosomes - the old one and its duplicate - laying side by side."
In a mystical sense, The King is dead - long live the King, and there is light or an organizing consciousness in in the nucleus, to examine it is to destroy it.
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 25, 2013 6:56:21 GMT -5
Good chance everyone but me heard this before.
A neutron walks into a bar and asks, "how much are your drinks?"
"For you, no charge", replied the Bartender.
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Post by Charlotte on Apr 7, 2013 6:40:40 GMT -5
During the flight, I read in the Booklet "The Journey to the East" by H. Hesse:
"... we not only wandered through Space, but also through Time. We moved towards the East, but we also traveled into the Middle Ages and the Golden Age; we roamed through Italy or Switzerland, but at times we also spent the night in the 10th century and dwelt with the patriarchs or the fairies. During the times I remained alone, I often found again places and people of my own past. I wandered with my former betrothed along the edges of the forest of the Upper Rhine, caroused with friends of my youth in Tübingen, in Basle or in Florence, or I was a boy and went with my school-friends to catch butterflies or to watch an otter, or my company consisted of the beloved characters of my books; Almansor and Parsifal, Witiko or Goldmund rode by my side, or Sancho Panza, or we were guests at the Barmekides.
"When I found my way back to our group in some valley or another, heard the League's songs and camped by the leaders' tents, it was immediately clear to me that my excursion into my childhood and my ride with Sancho Panza belonged essentially to this journey. For our goal was not only the East, or rather the East was not only a country and something geographical, but it was the home and youth of the soul, it was everywhere and nowhere, it was the union of all times. ...
"My happiness - arose from the freedom to experience everything imaginable simultaneously, to exchange outward and inward easily, to move time and space about like scenes in a theatre. And as we League brothers traveled throughout the world without motor-cars or ships, as we conquered the war-shattered world by our faith and transformed it into Paradise, we creatively brought the past, the future and the fictitious into the present moment."
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Post by Charlotte on Apr 9, 2013 18:28:19 GMT -5
A welcome surprise to see Steven look back and in on Above and Below. Should you read this note, Steven, I thought about you writing on the Journey to the East, remembering reading about 10 years ago:
For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even on to the west: so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
I know you're well because I glance at FB almost every morning, but have no time to concentrate, reply , or write anything.
Blessings
Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Apr 10, 2013 8:07:00 GMT -5
The birds began zu zwitchern
Wishing all a great day!
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Post by Charlotte on Apr 13, 2013 8:43:16 GMT -5
Drove home yesterday to this marvelous song, touching both, the temporal and eternal, methinks anyway.
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Post by Charlotte on Apr 14, 2013 8:54:55 GMT -5
Avenues of Jerry's Mind
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Post by Charlotte on May 2, 2013 8:02:26 GMT -5
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 15, 2013 8:28:47 GMT -5
A MODEST WIT
An anonymous poem
A SUPERCILIOUS nabob of the East-- Haughty, being great--purse proud, being rich-- A governor, or general, at least, I have forgotten which-- Had in his family a humble youth, Who went from England in his patron's suite, An unassuming boy, and in truth A lad of decent parts, and good repute.
This youth had sense and spirit; But yet, with all his sense, Excessive diffidence Obscured his merit.
One day, at table, flushed with pride and wine, His honor, proudly free, severely merry, Conceived it woul be vastly fine To crack a joke upon his secretary.
"Young man," he said, "by what art, craft, or trade, Did your good father gain a livelihood?"-- "He was a saddler, sir," Modestus said, "And in his time was reckoned good."
"A saddler, eh! and taught you Greek, Instead of teaching you to sew! Pray, why did not your father make A saddler, sir, of you?"
Each parasite, then, as in duty bound, The joke applauded, and the laugh went round. At lenght Modestus, bowing low, Said (craving pardon, if too free he made), "Sir, by your leave, I fain would know Your father's trade!"
"My father's trade! Bless me, that's too bad! My father's trade? Why, blockhead, are you mad? My father, sir, did never stoop so low-- He was a gentleman, I'd have you know."
"Excuse the liberty I take," Modestus said, with archness on his brow, "Pray, why did not you father make A gentleman of you?"
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 22, 2013 8:47:17 GMT -5
Marie Bauer Hall once told me that for every mystery we want to understand, there is an everyday example in our daily lives, that, and to study Man the microcosm.
This morning, and not for the first time, I have been reading and thinking on Black Holes of Science and how it might relate to our expression: "I need this like I need a hole in my Head", and why do Scientists theorise about Black Holes since there is no evidence they exist. The same can be said for a hole in our Heads, but why do we say so and whence this concept in the first place? The parallel is pretty good but need a few hours to constellate a few paragraphs.
Belonging to this idea is a note I have:
"A gain in information in the consciousness of the observer is balanced by a loss in the free energy of the system that has been observed."
Not sure, but I think it is from "Roots of Consciousness" by Jeffery Mishlove.
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 26, 2013 8:58:27 GMT -5
Science has circumstantial evidence for black holes, common Folk, opposed to something, say they don't need one, thereby avoiding the event horizon. Years ago, when I first read and heard about Black Holes in space, I looked up and out, setting a limit to be able to imagine a form of a black hole as our Mind is form-bound, expressed in the winged words of Shakespeare: The poet's eye, in frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven. And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothings A local habitation and a name. See, "there is not a particle of life which doesn't have poetry within it". Actually, I think I halted my thoughts to be able to envision a limit or horizon in space thus far detected by the most powerful telescope, the model being the horizon as far as our individual physical eyes can see. The next "realization" was that I limited my Mind proportionally and in tandem with the imagined horizon, since the Universe is attended by and dependent on the observer, Man being the measurer and measure/microcosm of all things defined by the limits of human consciousness.
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 29, 2013 9:51:59 GMT -5
Some times, during the reading of a particular subject a train of thought opens vistas inspiring me to write about it, but then concerns of the day stop said train.
Concerning black holes in space and our Heads, I build on the philosophical premise: what is true in the greater is true in the lesser, or Marie's, 'the human Mind is not capable to comprehend the Great Mysteries but has examples in daily life to come closer to understanding.
I can't imagine a black hole in our Head at all for it is full of brain-stuff some call grey matter, not black, let's say half way in between black and white, and there is in fact light flashing on and off in the darkness of our bodies. I saw this once looking at my neighbor: the healthy parts of her body lit up intermittently, the unhealthy remained black.
It is thought that collapsing mass creates the event horizon. Since the Universe is dynamic, mass must be collapsing constantly or there would be no black holes. Looking at this notion in the lesser, our Mind's also dynamic, ideas, concepts, and many thoughts of differing importance floating on top of our Heads, which we frequently discard creating an individual event horizon, all disappears in a black hole, but can't be completely annihilated for we think on these things again when needed, akin to subatomic particles which appear when needed/measured, and say goodbye when no longer needed, and no one knows where they go.
I now go to the Farmers Market.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 2, 2013 8:35:54 GMT -5
Read that there are also White Holes of which I know nothing, but being the opposite of black holes into which everything coming near the event horizon disappeares and is crushed, maybe white holes just store things as in memory.
We say, "can't think of it or can't remember (names, dates etc.) from the top of my head", so the parallel of collapsing matter in space, and collapsing information+thoughts on top of our heads creating an event horizon works pretty good, happens even while I write this. The dynamic process, however, of how this happens simultaneously, yet seperately but allied, may be due to "utterly minute, transitory particles of the kingdom prior to atoms, their brief life span about one-billionth of a second", Arthur M. Young refers to as "masons", bringing up a parallel to the great Mason/Builders in the atomically manifest world. Though they live longer, the greatest are unknown and unseen.
Then I pictured a black hole as a sort of vortex, round opening on top ending in a point of no return where all material things are annihilated. This idea went straight into the black hole because it contradicts "the Law of Conservation" of Science, the wise Philosophers "Divine Economy" of "Intelligent Design", since we Humans and all living things are endowed with intelligence, expect Miss Bachmann and Rick Perry et al.
So I changed the vortex in space to an hourglass, where everything sucked in and by momentum forced through the middle point and thereby pulverized leaving a vapor trail by which Scientist can discern a particle exists or was there before it waved "so long, I'll be back when you need to "figure out" something. Likewise in our Heads, information, names etc., also leave only a vapor trail, the form disappeared in the vast sunconscious. I'll let that slip show.
We can neither see the subatomic realm nor the subconscious, where particles and what we can't re-member at the moment go, mingle and communicate with other particles and mind stuff respectively. The good news is that by being vaporized at the middle point of the hourglass, we can give to these airy nothings new shapes, names, and habitations due to a transformative quantum leap. Renewed, we begin searching again for what we need to understand.
I once experienced ascending from where "I was" at the moment to the next higher plane, to the next and so on. Each successive plane included all experienced on the previous in detail and as a whole at once. The transitional moment or juncture from one plane to the next was a spectacular, colourful explosion, which, when compared, the greatest fireworks ever created by men are but the minutest faint flicker, as far as such can be expressed in words. I actually observed this in my Head while aware of my body and the place where I stood. Of course, such experiences are not of our thinking, belong to and are proof of a mysterious Inner Life yet connected to the outer world. Come to think of it, this inexpressible explosion correlates to the middle point of the hour glass where everything is vaporized and then reformed, the difference being that the explosion in my Head was of ineffable Beauty.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 4, 2013 8:30:08 GMT -5
Socrates:
"If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman."
Dialogue between Socrates and the Rhapsode Ion
Translated by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Socrates. Hail to thee, O Ion! From whence returnest thou amongst us now? — from thine own native Ephesus?
Ion. No, Socrates; I come from Epidaurus and the feasts on honor of Aesculapius.
Socrates. Had the Epidaurians instituted a contest of rhapsody in honour of the God?
Ion. And not in rhapsodies alone; there were contests in every species of music.
Socrates. And in which did you contend? And what was the success of your efforts?
Ion. I bore first prize at the games, O Socrates.
Socrates. Well done! You have only to consider how you shall win the Panathenaea.
Ion. That may also happen, God willing.
Socrates. Your profession, O Ion, has often appeared to me an enviable one. For, together with the nicest care of your person and the most studied elegance of dress, it imposes upon you the necessity of a familiar acquaintance with many exellent poets, and especially with Homer, the most admirable of them all. Nor is it merely because you can repeat the verses of this great poet that I envy you, but because you fathom his inmost thoughts. For he is no rhapsodist who does not understand the whole scope and intention of the poet and is not capable of interpreting it to his audience. This he cannot do without a full comprehension of the meaning of the author he undertakes to illustrate; and worthy indeed of envy are those who can fulfil these conditions.
Attending a Symposium on any subject, Socrates affirms that the alert listener can distinguish between a well-informed Speaker and one less so. He then intimates that inspired Poetry elevates our Soul, whereas with Poetry of technique alone we are "immediately at a loss and feel sleepy". (lol)
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 5, 2013 8:58:40 GMT -5
"The most famous passage in Ion is a long speech by Sorates, where divine inspiration is likenend to the effect of a magnet. Here Shelley comes into his own, and, though it may be nearly two centuries old, his rendition exels all other for beauty and language. Here is an excerpt from the magnet speech: [The soul of poets], flying like bees from flower to flower and wandering over the gardens and the meadows and the honey-flowing fountains of the Muses, return to us laden with the sweetness of melody; and arrayed as they are in the plumes of rapid imagination they speak truth. For a poet is indeed a thing ethereally light, winged, and sacred, nor can he compose anything worth calling poetry until he becomes inspired and as it were mad; or whilst any reason remains in him. For whilst a man retains any portion of the thing called reason he is utterly incompetent to produce poetry or to vaticinate.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 6, 2013 9:24:21 GMT -5
It is easy to see that the inspired, out of his Mind, mad Poet, is equally capable of mechanical compositions, conversely, the Poet of technique is unable to reach the inspired Realm.
Shakespeare of Hamlet:
How pregnant sometimes his replies are! A happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not be so prosperously be delivered of.
And tho' Hamlet is mad, north-north west, he knows a hawk from a handsaw when the wind is southerly. Hamlet is at home in both worlds, above is always north, clear, cool, and refreshing, whereas below is hazy, humid, and sluggish, and leaning west when in between. The latter I just made up because I don't know what it really means.
When Socrates gives a long speech as he did to Ion on inspired Poetry, He is masterful in elucidating on the subject.
On the other foot, He grills Ion, or any upstart Philosopher "making great speeches" with his unmatched method of poking holes in said speeches with questions to the Speaker, in which such discourse He always has the last word because he peeled all the layers of off the onion, only the cutting smell remains which some of his students loved for the learning, others not.
How riveting would it be to see Socrates in Washington or any State House of the People, where and when our elected Officials debate. As in all such events, He would sit in the last row listening until all was said, then take the microphone and filibuster, not by obstruction, but by making chopped liver out of the mincemeat arguments presented until the cows come home, leaving the Legislator's no choice but to go home and join them.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 7, 2013 8:55:44 GMT -5
Sunday Travel to the Land of Sokrates
Here in Athens
Most of the videos are tourist oriented, so I went to Delphi, of high-minded atmosphere when actually visited.
Mentioned before on this phorum, there is a little town rightfully called Galaxia below the mountain range. The premier episode of my visit to Delphi, forever etched in my Mind, was Aggelos, my taxi driver, asking if we could take a "crazy Priest" back to Galaxia. Of course, we could. Upon arriving, the Priest bid us to wait to fetch a key to a Church there.
It seemed important to to the Priest tell us that the Church was always locked and no one was allowed in it save with the permission of his Superior, but since we brought him back He made an exception, unlocked the door and talked to Aggelos.
I stepped into the Church and recognized the Sublime Paintings as those I saw in a dream in a Temple in a desert some time before, in which Temple Golden Beings welcomed me.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 9, 2013 9:01:56 GMT -5
The inequality of inspired and Poetry of technique
Socrates:
I will tell you, O Ion, what appears to me to be the cause of this inequality of power. It is that you are not a master of any art for the illustration of Homer but it is a divine influence which moves you, like that which resides in the stone called Magnet by Eeripides, and Heraclea by the poeple. For not only does this stone possess the power of attracting iron rings but it can communicate to them the power of attracting other rings; so that you may see sometimes a long chain of rings and other iron substances attached and suspended one to the other by this influence. And as this power of the stone circulates through all the links of this series and attached each to each, so the Muse communicating through those whom she has first inspired to all others capable of sharing in the inspiration the influence of that first enthusiasm, creates a chain and a succession. For the authors of those great poems which we admire do not attain to excellence through the rules of any art but they utter their beautiful melodies of verse in a state of inspiration and, as it were, possessed by a spirit not their own.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 10, 2013 8:23:25 GMT -5
Socrates suggests to Ion that Rhapsodists interpret the creations of the Poets who are the inspired interpreters of the God's, and lyrical compositions are a gift of the Muses, hence Rhapsodists are the interpreters of interpreters. Ion replies: "Evidently." Socrates reminds Ion that he is not a master of any art but moved by Divine influence which resides in the Loadstone.
Socrates:
"Thus the composers of lyrical poetry create those admired songs of theirs in a divine state of insanity, like the Corybantes, who lose all control over their reason in the enthusiasm of the sacred dance; and, during this supernatural possession, are excited to the rhythm and harmony which they communicate to men; like the Bacchantes who, when possessed by the God, draw honey and milk from the rivers in which, when they come to their senses, they find nothing but simple water.--
"Thus those who declaim various and beautiful poetry upon any subject, as for instance upon Homer, are not enabled to do so by art or study; but every rhapsodist or poet, whether dithyrambic, choral, epic, or lambic, is excellent in proportion to the extent of his participation in the divine influence and the degree in which the Muse itself has descended on him.--
"In other respects poets may be sufficiently ignorant and incapable. For they do not compose according to any art which they have aquired but from the impulse of the divinity within them; for did they know any rules of criticism according to which they could compose beautiful verses upon one subject they would be able to exert the same faculty with respect to all or any other. The God seems purposely to have deprived all poets, prophets, and soothsayers of every particle of reason and understanding, the better to adapt them to their employment as his ministers and interpreters; and that we, their auditors, may acknowledge that those who write so beautifully are possessed and address us inspired by the God."
I would like to add these, my favorite words on Poetry by Shelley, viz., that the truth, splendour of imagery, sweet and majestic rhythm of language of inspired Poetry "is as rain which distends and then bursts the circumference of the readers mind and pours itself forth together with it into the universal elements with which it has perpetual sympathy."
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 11, 2013 8:54:58 GMT -5
Heard it again a few days ago, i.e., the Universe is 72% dark energy, 23% dark matter, and 4.6% atoms, the latter "the building blocks of stars and planets", all the way down to an ant, in our dimension.
Years ago, referring to a few Men who pioneered in our time the idea of other dimensions, an article in "The Scientific American", noted "crumpled up dimensions". I can't remember the opinion of the writer whether they do or do not exist, but do remember the query of what might uncrumple them to aid our understanding of the unknown, because I thought it is Us, of course, who unroll them by thinking/observing, measuring, affirming another statement in the same magazine, that "thought is the most powerful force in the universe". This belongs to quantum theory, the revolution in science which Madam Blavatsky predicted, by the way, but for now, I want to look into this darkness. Joked the Astrophysicist I listened to, we don't know what dark energy or dark matter is, "but at least we have a name for it", to which a Lady quipped: google it!
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 12, 2013 9:16:05 GMT -5
"Dark energy could be a property of empty space itself". I love this when seen through my eyes we see things the way we are. How does dark energy relate to dark matter? "Well, they are different things. We call them both "dark" because we don't see them. But dark matter is real; it is something that slowed down the expansion of the universe when it was very young, and that governs the motion of the stars in the galaxies." To begin with, I have to avail myself of the words of the Poet: "The Ring in it's repose is Unity and Being: Causation and Existence are the motions thereof." I understand that something that slowed down the expansion of the Universe is subject to every action there is a reaction, hence I don't accept the Big Bang, which would have sprayed matter in all direction ad infinitum if not checked. When all was fulfilled in the span of an immense cycle in time, Life broods over and assimilates the past while at rest, as we do in the lesser before going to sleep. The work completed, Life, desiring and needing additional experience to know all of it, prompts the Ring to move once again.
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Post by Charlotte on Jul 13, 2013 9:08:38 GMT -5
Would not "Dark energy could be a property of empty space itself" contradict particle physics, which particles move about in space, aggregate and and seperate continuously according to attraction and repulsion, but do form standing patterns perceived by us as events in time, lasting either a moment or four depending on how long the pattern is relevant to keep the verse united on all fronts and that creating of a standing pattern is the wave function of a particle.
Perhaps by "empty space" scientists mean the clear space we look through to the horizon or "thin air". Scientists give their particles names, habitation, account for relationships, and have their specialized language alien to us common Folk who need it the most because, "There is no darkness but Ignorance" saith Shakespeare of Cosmic Consciousness.
The Universe is an event and process even as our lives are progressive events.
Off to the Farmers Market, a weekly event in my life, which would mean that there are weekly gatherings of basically the same particles in space as well because they like the same things, but much has transpired and the pattern is different.
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Post by daz407 on Jul 13, 2013 10:43:21 GMT -5
"Off to the Farmers Market" So what's wrong with Wall-Mart? Only joking.
For the past months I've been purchasing veg/eggs/meat/bread/milk/fruit all organic and I feel a lot better inside.
Daz
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