jonamo_cat

03:02 pm: the yogi placebo
A yogi went to a great master and asked the master to teach him how to sop smoking hash.

He said "master, i have tried everything. I tried to smoke as much hash as i can, have tried reducing my smoking so that i can get more high, i have tried stopping altogether to eliminate the need and get limitlessly high, but neither way do i feel right, and all ways i end up ultimately smoking more, and getting less high. What should i do master? should i smoke no more, or smoke a particular ammount?"

THE MASTER SAID
Do not smoke, but at all times keep near you the means to smoke, and if you feel the need to do so, make the preparations, and bring here to me the joints before you smoke them, for my inspection

04:53 am: a joke (a bad one)
dont confuse the past and the future

you see despite the fact that there is no difference between the two some people still find a way to confuse them

and while they agree that they are both the same, say that there is difference in one, but not in the other

03:17 am: 333 life on the inside, vs, hooks as wings
No matter at what stage in history, wherever one pushes for rights, one is right-wing, whenever one pushes for duties, left-wing.

Upon pushing for a firm foundation however, between the two, one is neither, or one is both.

And if successful, you not only allow for both to grow alongside eachother, but also for them to break apart from eachother, and begin again, at any point, with a new right, on new ground, towards a whole new set of duties, or even to stay dead, and free, dutyless, with each right seperate from the other, and your whole world tended to, as if all of creation where one great tree of life itself.

As for now however, one can be called a communist for believing in equal rights for the poor, simply because others would be forced to make it possible, and to make it their duty to get the poor their rights. So skewed is the foundation, the capital, of our society, in favour of one group of people. So too it was when the majority of the world's monarchies where crushed and overthrown, they had impossed upon them a great incomprehensible measure of duties, in the face of giving the people just rights. But these rights are primary, and of highest importance, I say this, adressing you from the far far right, we all deserve certain rights, and whoever has made it their dealing to control all of the worlds wealth, all of the worlds ressources, these capitalist kings, they ought prepare for an influx of duties that would make the revolutions of old seem like spilled milk.

It is not I who has made duties of these things, not I who has made duties of these enviromental laws, not I who has made taxes like a plague, it is the corpse of the old world, and that life, stronger than I, and strongest of all, still survives, despite all of the injustice, despite all of the war, and despite all of the tyrany, murder, and theft. And still it is not life that has made these duties, but life that is in the right, and the shadow of murder and theft that has made these duties, and i seek their end as much as anyone,

BUT I KNOW WHICH SIDE LIFE IS ON

02:11 am: INTRODUCTION
"I'm not political."
"Not political....or non-political?" The man looked up as he heard the question, less bored than before, but only slightly, certainly not interested, but from a compulsion to understand had become confussed enough to ask. His companion had afterall seemed to twinkle with mania as if the question where a knife in his hands, reflecting some bright light in all directions, as he twisted it to and fro, trying to dissern how to cut this morsel of intellect, and just how appertising it might soon reveal itself to be.
"What's the difference?" He asked, with only the briefest glance at the man's eye.
"The difference, is, you either believe in the concept of Rights, or the concept of Duties, hold one, perhaps to be higher than the other, or else you believe in a particular relationship between them, and have ideas about what that relationship is, about where it is..or else....you do not."
"Don't want?"
"Don't believe that such a relationship exists, nor any real or remarkable foundation for it."
"...and which is which?"
"That, is not important, but do you believe...?..in a foundation..for this, relationship? Or perhaps simply in the dominion of one over the other, of Rights above Duties, or Duties over Rights? Do you believe?" He thought about it for a second, and decided not to choose a side.
"I don't really think about it, I certainly don't believe in any foundation for the relationship, but I can see why some people would want to impose their rights, and others try and impose more and more duties on people."
"Yes, well.." The man looked upset. "The disbelief over the foundation is what would make you non-political, whilst your attitude towards the debate itself...." He pauses. "In my experience it is usually that by beginning from a recognition of the perhaps futility of the debate, and the points on both sides, that one then goes on to disbelieve in the proper foundation for their mutual co-existence. Many people have seen them as enemies, but many people also have seen them as much more than friends. The idea that the debate has no firm reality betrays the History of the debate itself, it has its origins, and they are firm enough, firm enough to serve as grounds for law, firm enough to kill over, and in more recent times men have thought and believed that the injustices of this history have been clear enough, and the Truth of the real relationship firm, and real enough, to die over!"
"I guess I believe we are all born with some rights, and maybe that our parents, or somebody has the duty to take care of us until we can take care of ourselves, but thats just biology. I certainly don't think that we could be born with duties too, that just wouldn't make any sense, so what kind of a firm basis for the relationship could there be, if its dependent upon my actions wherther i have duties or not, and my actions are totaly relative, they're just biology too."
"Exactly, we are born with our biology, we have a right to it. But isn't part of that biology that we eat, and sleep, don't we have a right to do these things!?" The man once again grew manic as he came closser to tasting some thought that was clearly and explicitly already on the tip of his tongue. "Yet people tell us that we have to earn our food, that we have no right to it, but that they infact have the right, or some even dare to call it a duty, to tell us what we have to do, in order to earn our food, which science will confirm, biology has provided for us, without the slightest thought of duties, or rights itself. Those men, who claim it as their duty to oversee us, they have their possition supported firmly enough, that much is for sure. And yet when we seek a foundation for rights and duties to be properly wed upon, we shrug, and give up, when common sense mixed with a remedial knowledge of science already see us clear beyond what travesty currently stands in the place of the True foundation of society."
"And what is that?" He asked, now slightly interested.

08:56 pm: break in to some bbbbbbetter symbols or stay the same
dark loops of envy bubbles in ice cubes air and squeeze them out close to he edge you figure out youre not surprised you wear your sweater just the same

03:47 pm: okocim
out from the eagles shape, draws in the moistures wake, the cool parttaking of the sky, and the shadow layed out, cast away from self, deeply sent out down and wide, calling out un noticed, passing across the same earth where upon, we lay drunk and broken, overtaking something of the earth, we look up to see it swooping, as we feel as it through radiance passing, its shadow upon the earth

08:10 am: THE SIGN READS
ALL OF THE MYSTERIES OF LIFE!!!!!

(No Self-Consciousness Allowed)

08:05 am: levels of arbritary information, that do atleast form levels
that which is common ceases to be arbritrary and becomes statistical

07:41 am: entropy
the symetry broken and the system opened up from inside by the content of this systemizing of broken, re-aligning symetries..

..the symetry is broken, and held, by ratio, and upon its own spiraling mass, exerts itself through the content and energy of its own system of ratio...

forcing its spiral against those other fragments of systemized broken symetries which surround itself

further symetries....and the spirals fuse....

further ratio..and they cluster...still new ratio...new from the fussion...and new clusters...

generated from the forces emerging from the proportions of the parts which stand in ratio with one another...and radiate...in waves...across and into the gradient of their proportions...

ratio stands...spiral a chain....awaiting symetry...yet exerting itself unquestionably...against its exterior....as a body moving through space...its own intergrity fussed to itself...its own symetry....dna...replicating....

while every part against every other discharges itself through the content of its own system...tissues fussed...organs...fussed...bodies fussed....

out of the broken symetry....ratios...generate....fussion...and generate greater symetry....

06:36 am: watery
not beyond, but beneath the tragedies of your life, beneath them, and pointed away from themselvvves with th act of tragedy to guide them


my desire....become spirit...


...my body....reflection


my will....subservience...?..time superfluous..

not i...


objects fleeting....more fleeting than i...

....yet from i, with more passion, and if i could capture youth...not fleeting atall, but enduring in their youth....giving grace, and from my passion....i release


my passion, my youth...

05:44 pm: progress
im a wave form
i love reality
and theres the future
i see it from inside of me

now theres the past, i see it floating on my light cone

but theres a future, i feel it growin, pullin up the memories,
its welling up my soul, and the truth is...

02:10 am: wes anderson
wikipedia, ses, for the time being, that wes anderson was shot in the face outside kfc


i dont believe it

but....

...well it certainly doesnt say so anywhere else anyway


...damn wikipedia

02:37 pm: furtther upon the object
ones metaphore, ones snare, am i not myself a form? a body? am i not cast into the fray in the face of the absolute object?

how as i grow old may i not become the endless piling up, wills taught till they snap....organs pushed until collapse.....


white hair, object surrounds me....


a child full of sense, upon the coat tales of youth and rebirth...skirtingggg along go we elderly

02:19 pm: the Object from relation, and the generation of the Will into a loss of Sense and loss of charecter
if a metaphore, or allagory, is like a snare, or cage, that we use, to catch, imprisson, internaly reflect and set up our aparatus with a particular view, of whatever it was, a fusion of a particular sense, into alignment with the particularness of its circumstance. Circumstance highlighted in bold. while the sense of which, and from which we first illuminated the inner material of the snare, such that we could grasp it in its pose, and believe a possession of said sense, it focuses itself, into the corner, into the cave, into the furthermost recess of the snare, our own sense cowers from us.

we do not cease valueing it, we do not cease or disregard the function that we have recieved, the relationship set out in the metaphore.

but the sense, becomes tightly bound, almost imperceptable, except on the occassion of its release, its taught trick, of the activation, the initiation of the relationship which it has been caught in.

it does press itself out, peering an eye towards its object-relation, but this ultimately becomes its charecter, becomes its sense to us, it becomes object.....and mere arbitrary will....

in the hands and spoken trhough the teeth of a poor master, it can become desperate, despairing, superfluous anecdote, and a key, a tool, exhibiting itself to whatever means capable, perhaps even being consumed by a darker, carnivourous animal will....such is the power of the snare, it can become a mere bait to increase ones claim...upon the object.

02:20 pm: box
so light pavement memories un-broken bits of worn down teeth theyre comin out and my mouth wont close my bleeding eyes and my bruised knuckles

finger nails and pentagrams

ringing ears and tenticles

hallucinating in my dreams the water pours out rainbowskin its day outside but im locked in my eyes wont close my aching side and bite my finger nails

my arms and legs wont move

rotten breath and wearing scales

a word or two with the deceased about the world of oppurtunities, my temples ring and my eyes close, the door opens and i move the walls

teeth cut meat, will breaks will, the sprawl before the flight and sweeping all thats there to drink into the only cup that holds a grin

your valley, my mountain

i f my eyes are clossed its because yours are open, if i seem drunk its because im all over this rotten scene

flesh ripe with disease

dont stay inside behind that broken window stare at the ground until the earth breaks open and then jump in

side

create a source if you think you love it wait for the worm to turn it inside pulling you in

drink from the stream drink from the stream drink froom the stream drink from the stream drink from the stream

the way it plays out, th e way it plays out

quickly your spirit feeds, and moves along while the imagery expands and fits you back into the centre of the same nodes, the algorythym hasnt changed and your drinking from the well instead, until the image chases you back down to the stream


wider and wider placing bets on the side of the road on your way down to the sea
the rock s broke down to a thousand nodes of saand and dust from the mountains you can count them all as one, the moon will see to them, and what do they care, they dont even remember if they came from the stream..or just lay there forever spitting foam at the moon with the sea

tyhe river singing sweet songs to the wind about the sun and how it fealt to be a cloud while the wind was howling at the crashing of the sea

murmuring and whispering enchanting plants and animals as the wind was hissing gladly shaking dry dead leaves across the empty space stealing up the water to the sky and thinking he was relatively free

the sun whipped wind across the face and drove him onwards in the service of the clouds and broke them out into a thunder storm that made the biggest waves shudder...releasing sulphur from the sand and leaving twisted hunks of glass, imovable to the wind and towering above the dessert dust and shining in the sun

ahhh, the water rose up and flooded all the land except the mountain streams

and to them nothing had changed except the distance they looked down upon the sea

but the sand was swallowed up for good aand all the fruitless nodes where cut away from the cycle of their dream

01:34 pm: Everything
their is the one dimension, the sky, (blue/line)< where all incarnations of the same symetry are brought into line with eachother, are skewered by the light, and their difference is the path that fills the darkness with the temporal radience of time, the imperfect shifting, and wind...

yet all forms, possessing of potential symetry, and real symetry, that can simply be hidden, share in the portion of the heaven that has growen from their shared root

possessing likewise, of the forms, stretched across the other 2 dimensions, where symetries are given unto their complementaries, ratios, and approaches towards the spheres/objective conclusions of the ratios..

...the forms that persist in the other dimensions, strung through the blue dimension, pulling apart the essentialy paralel dimensions of the shared symetries...and piecing them together into the world of the large and small, and the opened and controled differences that are present even to the heavens of the symetries...

a fractal occuring in time, but transcending limitations of space...due to its primacy of relation, with the occurence of emminations passing through the continued pressence of its symetry (Monadic form) in all parts of the universe...

the branches of the tree, each a seperate symetry, tho some more comparable thru ratio, than others, while the fruits pass freely across these ratios...and within the sphere that compliments its own dimensions of gravity....


each dimension is aligned in totality with itself, and seperated from itself only with respect to another dimension and its alignment with its own self....and this is the physical emanation of forces....while the complex is a reality of dimensions being aligned with themselves and eachother simultaneously...


from out of the mathamatical webs of all symetries and forms, there snakes and weaves the kalidascope of ratios.....

....from this snake....came the birth of scale....(No pun intended)...ratios persisting....and calling out from the forms....the ratio of extension....and birth of the monads..into sperate living spirits....each with its own measure of good and evil...each with its own flesh and water....

it was from ratio, procreating with itself to generate a similitude of the forms that first eminated from the monad....that the so-called fall came about....

but yet, the sky brought forth from himself, and over and upon the world of new born spirits, as a cocoon for their senses, the forms of the platonic solids, one for each external sense...to keep finite the possability of ratio to attempt to dominate scale, and give rise to an infinity of changelessness, instead of passing through the course of life, drawing upon he counterfit of the intellect


the father sky, and his self-contained eminations, as adam, the primal will and divergence of the ratios, passed thru existence in the form of heaven that surrounded the earth/nature...

....the space of the likeness of these forms, found in reflection by the blind demi-urge...brought itself to assembely....and believed in an infinity of scale...removved itself from the generation of infinite forms and ratios of the monad.....and mixed itself with space, to atempt the infinate generation of the cycles of re-becoming...and the path of inflation...

but the true god, acting through the father saw fit to limit these atempts, and placed a wall upon the demi-urges ability to act upon the earth/nature...

..and this is why there is a number of atoms within a star, however large that number is, and a number, of protons that can form an atom, before it breaks apart into a smaller atom, and a ratio between the properties of an electron, and any other thing

and why the properties of all things carry across scale, transcendent, because they have been unified with eachother and themselves, in the place that what the begining of time, as the ressurection of adam

06:56 pm: defer onto the bigger picture
all very well to stay focused on realistic things, and not need "beliefs"

never defering life unto a belief

but it seems, the focus that allows a lack of deference, is simply that dionysian focus, which defers unconsciously, into an alternative focus

and the unconscious, if we allow, will....


consciously however, defering unto nothing, as heidegger, is nihilism, and is more of a belief, than the belief in the freedom/unrestrainedness of the unconscious....which heidegger recognised as nietzsche's metaphysics...

becoming conscious, however, seeding science, accepting the unconscious as present in an as yet known in its unknown state, known to have a state, but unknown in its specifics, and even in its ultimate nature...actualy requires a belief...in order to take seed....

....and it is for the sake of progress that we defer, not unto nothingness, but unto our own belief, socratic ignorance, or specific concept....that we generate the explosive force of our awareness....and cast a gaze back upon ourselves....or straight through ourselves (For socrates)...through the very means of this belief....

placing limits upon causality is not identical with a belief in/of knowledge of the present

a push and pull between our objects, is not comparable with the soul that burns between them, hidden by the emense light of the potentials that issue forth from their seperation....

however one might try to break apart the whole world...one will return to one's own soul, however great or small it has grown amidst the flickering lights that the world of unquenchable spirits reap and sow across the mountains and streams of our perceptions

06:53 pm: math, leibbbniz
http://videolectures.net/ephdcs08_chaitin_lcai/snippet/

06:02 pm: jaws of death
so my major project got the lowest possible passing mark


fantastic

..meanwhile........im bored, and angry.....


colour me frustrated.....but not even about the work....just enough to be digested...not in mind, but in body...



one stands up only so as to bite off the heads of others


two grow back in its place....

....a feast ensues....

every vile imagination of every ego is fed

do not stand!

instead bring others to their knees!

metaphoricaly.....logicaly....remove their footing.....but do not stand...for the temptation to bite off their heads....


........fuck

01:49 am: do not drink
why so pale, he creapt without a sound, drinking more, than the weight of all the clouds, the night for sure is a time to be nostalgic, for days, that past in an hour, or a moment..

i see a glow i cannot feel, but, do feel, from long ago, while, now so pale, my autheritic bones, sing sweetly warm, when expossed to cold

now wind, now rain, but each alone, thunder without lightning, and a sign by the stream,

warning not to drink!