accusing someone, to raise a hell
making sure that it has been witnessed by
the ones whose sin has been foreseen
but you can only do it to your son
that is how God wrote the history
His people ate the berry of life
and they soon became gods
and that is the least he wanted
Soon He seized the sinners
Him, the almighty is the judge
Yesterday as I was walking in the woods I was talking to the trees about how I feel about the freedom and the flow.
There is a certain flow to all there is. We grow and events shape how we behave. In an interconnected and dense world like the one in the city, the probabilities are shifted to become a narrow flow for the individuals to function as a part. This allows the city to limit the individuals but give services in exchange for money. This way it can create a more concentration on certain subjects and give the ability to people to spend a lot of time doing focused work although it is contrary to the nature.
The natural way of living for thousands of years involved a lot of movements during the day to have food, shelter, and survive. It would take so much tome and energy from individuals that made them start doing agriculture and keeping animals in farms. This way they could save time and do what is more "important"
Not necessary, but important
Things like ordering people to work and having an eye on them,
Which does not necessarily comes with wisdom, it is more of a power relation. By itself it justified slavery with no problem and humans lived and normalized it.
The next more important thing that could give an individual power over people with power was thinking.
Thinking about what is right and what is wrong and how can things be better by defining parameters for what is better.
This is not the pinnacle of the pyramid but there is a trend to it.
Like power, thinking has its own flaws.
Since the thinker in the first place is a biased human governed by the history of what has gone through his mind and chemical elements, he or she is prone to misjudgement.
And thinking alone, as deep and contemplative as it can be, may be subjected to disconnection from reality.
The way of nature is not black and white, it is filled with grey fractal shaped spirals that somehow their chaos is governed by a higher order. The same order that dictates evolution and the arrow of time. The same order who is looking to putting ridiculous amount of effort to minimize the entropy of systems in a beautiful way.
But mind can, in its own flawed way, think about the same stuff. It can take a small sample, isolate, and study the behaviours and generalize to the extent that it fits the degree of control they have.
Design becomes a fight with nature.
Starting from Newtonian laws and calculus and backing the theory and empty gaps of coefficients with empirical results, to the extent that unsolvable problems allow to be approximated numerically, mind can send a satellite to the orbit.
But is that the way of nature?
Said goodbye to my blog for a while as a sign to myself to let life happen without documenting every detail of it. The same happened to my notebooks and my other blog.
Sitting at a Harvey's writing this as a sign of a rebirth to my new self.
Not that it is any different from what was before but there is a clear distinction between understanding and knowing.
I could understand a lot. Understanding is like looking at a painting and being able to tell features apart.
Knowing happens when one goes through the process of painting. Especially with a mentor.
Some understandings need some support to become powerful and fruitful. They are like blueprints. One knows what they are supposed to know and they can talk at any moment about the subjects to some extent. But the reality is the grooves of the brain are formed with the chisel, slowly through time.
In the process of getting to know, layers of understanding unfold each other in a way that it turns life into a classroom.
What was once on the front and was a reason for pain and suffering becomes a teacher for the singular point of consciousness, embodying in the physical form, as an I, to learn to let go of its i to become I. The I encompasses a range of colors, richer than what could think of alone.
The reality becomes a teacher, a self-repeating fractal form in which the experience becomes one with what is outside. It is a strange form of repeat. It is not a reflection by any means. Maybe to the other eye, it becomes a reflection at its best but the subjective experience becomes a channel of not knowing.
It is essentially a way of coping with the suffering. A paid suffering one must say. A repeated suffering which slowly turns into a problem to be solved and the way it is solved is surprisingly not through thinking. Thinking alone wants to eliminate suffering because it is underpowered due to suffering.
How is it solved?
That is what I have spent the last few months on it.
And it turned out to be through spending time
