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May.27.2012
We bury our best ideas in books. Books are graveyards of experience. To document an experience is to end it.
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May.23.2012
Gravity isn't a (physical) law but a choice, an act of (psychological, that is, relational) attraction. Prove me wrong, Physicist: Made of atoms yourself, show me that an atom doesn't feel!   [ref: History of the Next Big Bang] about History of the Next Big Bang: “History of the Next Big Bang...
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May.14.2012
So much of the mineral side of this planet hasn’t yet had a chance to experience itself biologically. Entire oceans of molten lava have yet to pour out of the Earth’s core onto its surface, then to cool down, then to solidify into rock, and then – over billions of years – to be...
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May.12.2012
Blind justice (that doesn't see the inevitable context of any given event) isn't justice.  Such blind justice is plain old ignorance. But the justice that sees (the justice that factors in the context) is no justice either.  The justice without the blindfold - the justice...
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May.12.2012
An excerpt from Attention Surplus (which is "a hundred meditative thoughts that reframe the concept of ADD from a strength- and empowerment-based perspective"):   1. A focused mind is a closed mind: to pay attention to one thing is to ignore another thing. 3. Mind is one-track: to pay...
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Apr.26.2012
There is a kind of apriori forwardness to how we process information.  Watch a worm crawl around - this is what we are, just on legs, in cars, with cell phones.  We are information-processing tubes and because our biological architecture is that of a tube (a mouth, a stomach, an anus) our...
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Apr.25.2012
Mind is like a motorcycle helmet. Take it off. Mind is its own risk.
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Apr.22.2012
Time is not a physical stimulus. Time is a psychological response. To what?  To the stimulus of Reality (which is timeless). That’s why time drags on and speeds up – a hallmark sign of subjectivity. But this is old news: I know it, and now you know it. Time to move on.
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Apr.15.2012
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Kindle-publishing seems like a "dignified" enough depository for the poetic trash that I left in the wake of my meditative pursuits.  From 2006 to present, I've spent (wasted) a lot of time in zazen.  Almost invariably, when done sitting, I'd feel like writing.  It would be usually...
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Apr.13.2012
Mind is just another four-letter word.
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Apr.03.2012
This morning, around five am, when Pavel woke up to continue to document another installment of my farewell transmission to humanity, I saw him turn on a small desk light and sit down to type – a charming executive secretary that he is!  He suddenly jerked his chair back as he almost stepped...
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Apr.01.2012
Sometimes clients I work with just don't want to quit smoking.  Or they are not yet ready to quit.  That's common and normal.  But they always seem to be ready to cut back a bit, mostly for health reasons.  This kind of cutting back or harm reduction makes sense. It’s a...
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Mar.30.2012
First, there is a placid lake of proto-matter.  Then, this lake of oneness takes an interest in itself and eddies itself into forms.  The Universe, once awakened into a lucid dream of separateness, patterns itself into bodies, selves itself into egos, and ego-es itself into objects....
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Mar.25.2012
"At 7 years old, Gilad Elbaz [now a founder of a growing data mart, Factual] wrote, 'I want to be a rich mathematician and very smart.'" (NYT, Sunday Business, March 25th, 2012) He now is.  I am glad.  What's next? "The world is one big data problem," Mr. Elbaz says.  And he...
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Mar.22.2012
Anhedonic emptiness isn't a feeling but an absence of one.  Fill it. Nirvanic emptiness isn't a true absence of mind but a feeling of oneness.  Feel it-less-ness (i.e. the non-separation of It all).
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