tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033074494709513042012-01-27T11:14:10.149+11:00Welcome to Pandaemonium. Apocalypse approacheth. Humankind stares into the abyss and sees... nothing. On the upside, the fundamentalists are fighting each other to the death. Now let us prey...masterymisteryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844831221838590812noreply@blogger.comBlogger3871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203307449470951304.post-27647705266913481722012-01-25T08:30:00.001+11:002012-01-25T17:45:26.133+11:00

Person #1: "...for ye have sent me nothing but angels..." Person #2: Yes, but most weren't very helpful. Person #3: And it gets monotonous after a while: How 'bout some devils, just to bling it up a little? Person #4: OK, consider it done. All you gotta do is ask.HOME

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This is part of a series of posts about The Tibetan Book of The Dead. I'm reading the Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition, first published in Britain 2005, with introductory comments from the Dalai Lama. Includes amazingly stunning artwork. Previous posts in this series include the assembly of peaceful and wrathful deities, and how eating dogshit can help you avert death What I now believe is that

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The ancient greek philosopher Zeno argued that motion is an illusion, just can't happen. And yet, he had many stools. HOME

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Something amazing and wonderful has happened, is happening. You know what I mean. You already know what it is. And if you don't you will soon enough. So I don't need to tell you any more, do I? (Deranged laughter!) Love you lots!HOME

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Due to a darkly energetic headache, I ain't gonna do any more work on the following non-quantum entanglemeant: sorry. Do I hear "boring: Here he goes again!"? Yes! But at least this time it's briefish, being simply two less-than-super knotty strings to cut, unravel or totally ignore, as you pleeze.symmetry breaking... violence... killing cats... collapsing the wave function... imposing a value on

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First, an apology for the previous post. Making fun of things by quoting them out of context is unproductive. Another apology-warrantable offence is making fun of things one doesn't know very much about: sorry.This post is about the so-called "peaceful and wrathful deities" referred to in The Tibetan Book of the Dead (deluxe edition, Penguin, 2005). Here's a crude summary: when you're dead,

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Been reading the Tibetan Book of the Dead (deluxe edition, Penguin, 2005). Here's an excerpt from the "Specific Rites for Averting Death": "When the indication of protruding ankle bones appears, one should face westward towards the sun when it is close to setting and remove one's clothes. Then, placing a dog's tail under oneself, and some dog excrement in a heap in front, one should eat a

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What is this thing called "enlightenment" and why would one want it? I've got nothing against the concept: I just want to know what the specific benefits are.Unfortunately, there's not much hard info on the benefits of enlightenment, nor on what it is exactly or how it manifests or how to achieve it. It's one of those slippery words/concepts, like "God", that can mean many things to many people.

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Once upon a brunch I bought a sandwich from a gnarled and rustic seller ensconced quite gaily in a gaudy booth one inauspicious day. ‘Twas ham and cheese: I remember it well, as if ‘twere but this very toothsome morn itself that I reluctantly but expectantly forked over four clinking dollarim, sponduleks if you will, to that aged and curly purveyor ensconced within zir gaudy booth that foul and

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Having trouble sleeping? Read this post. It's about category error. See how many paragraphs you can get through before you nod off. Consider the statement: "nothing doesn't exist". Two meanings, apparently contradictory. 1. There is no thing that does not exist, ie there is NOT a thing that does not exist. Trivial. Ho-hum. Because "there is" = "exists". Once you use the words "there is" you

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Anger is an acquired taste, like that for blue cheese, frogs legs, witchetty grubs and such. When you first drink at the Well of Anger, you’re not sure you like it. But you soon learn. And the deeper you drink, the quicker you learn. Many times have I been drunk on Anger. The oh-so-delectable feeling of being out of control -- of being authorised, empowered even, to transgress boundaries you

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Who would you be if you could be anyone (alive or dead, rich or poor, real or imaginary, fictitious or fleshly, good or evil, terrestrial or extra-terrestrial)?Jesus Christ? Boudica? Barack Obama? Osama bin Laden? Bart Simpson? Cleopatra? Chewbacca? Astarte? Eve, mother of humankind? The Planet Neptune? Venus? God? Beelzebub? Diana Princess Of Wales?Let X stand for where, what and who you are

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when the sum of the parts is more than the whole and some of the parts want a starring role one has a question, it's really quite small for any who want to be One with the All one wonders why oneness is set as a goal one that one dies for, along with one's soul a goal that's scored long after the game when the self is forgotten along with the name in trueness your youness is inside your head and

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Painted oils on board over a number of years culminating in 2011. Measures 45.5 x 36 cm. HOME

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This is about one of the two* weirdest dreams in all my days. And by weird I mean memorable and vivid, full of high significance, and fraught with emotional affect.A friend of mine believes it wasn't a dream at all but rather 'astral projection'. According to someone else, it was 'just a flying dream or maybe lucid dreaming'.In theory it could have been all of the above: a dream in which I was

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A few days ago, a bank I use sent me an insulting letter. Being in a weird mood at the time, I decided to waste that time and respond to the letter. Then I decided to post the letter and response to this blog as an example of the practices that contributed to causing the 'global financial crisis' and ongoing weakness and corruption at the heart of the world's financial system.Dear MB, As an ANZ

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Excerpt from excellent post by Antares at Magick River: The very rich are often described as wealth creators. But ... the 1% are the very best destroyers of wealth ... HOME

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"Is he dead?""No. It's just that the mode in which his data is expressed has changed. "The process (of being himself) is degraded -- is at a coarser-grained resolution -- but still viable upon a suitable substrate, per the Law." "What Law?""The Law of the Conservation of Life: that it may not be created or destroyed but only transformed." "But that's total crap, isn't it?""Depends. On your

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What's wrong with this headline: "Attacked reality star left for dead" (Daily Telegraph 26/10/11)? HOME

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An earlier work (1998 or thereabouts) and not one I like very much, but it's here for the sake of completeness. Oils on canvas on board, 30.5 x 39.5cm, untitled but call it turmoil if you must call it anything. Given to CAS. HOME

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Very hectically franticly busy bringing home the bacon these last couple weeks (and into the next couple) so pretty dull days at Cosmic Rapture these days. Which is why we're in the barrel grubbing for... Memes of the week! Ta dah...Nothing is nothing. The deepest poverty is to feel unloved.The gods insist on telos but they won't tell us what it is.The strangest thing in existence is the

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A werewolf's not a cat or dog a mutt, a hound or cur. He'll snarl and howl and growl a lot but never bark or purr.Not every wolf's a wary wolf aware-wolf as it were but every wolf's a hairy wolf with long and curly fur.So if a werewolf lurks outside be shaken but don't stir everywhere where werewolves are much bloodshed does occur.That's why that we beware wolves and few would not concur it's bad

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Confession: I don't paint any of my paintings. I let them paint themselves, mainly because I lack the technical skills. Take draughtspersonship, for instance. I can't draw a likeness of anything, not a dog or a cat or a tree. Not a man, woman or child. That's why in my paintings there are lots of squares, triangles and circles: they're easy to draw!) Luckily, chaos theory, complexity theory, and

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Painted by me in August 2011, "shimmer in dark energy" measures 40 x 30.5 cm. It can hang portrait or landscape, in either of two orientations, comprising four possible hang strategies!It could have been (but wasn't) specifically painted as the visual incarnation of the poem "neutrino casino", which includes this verse:Within a scale free universe hang superstrings of pearls That shimmer in dark

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A few days ago I had one of my best friends killed.He had a long and happy life but was in much pain towards the end. In the last few days not much of him remained. Just a shell. A sack of tired old meat that wandered aimlessly around the house, bumping into things, hardly knowing or caring. A strange thing happened the day I had him killed. During our years together he gave me much joy. But he

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You must read mgeorge's knol "Consumption and Climate". It provides an objective, facts-based, dispassionate analysis of the mess we humans have landed ourselves in. Consumption and Climate 1: Introduction is an overview that looks at the change factors, resultant impacts, and human responses to climate change, focusing on global warming. Consumption & Climate 2: How Consumption Destroys

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Question for physicists: isn't a "white hole" really a "white bang"?In the weird and wonderful world of physics, "white holes" are predicted by theory but haven't yet been observed in Reality. But they are associated with black holes, which have been observed in Reality. The problem is that if white holes exist, they'd be bangs not holes. A black hole is a region of spacetime where gravity is so

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These came across me in the course of their travels. Great examples of how meaning gets imposed upon Reality. I'd like to provide a full attribution, but I don't have any details on the photographer or the photographs. If you do, please let me know. HOME

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Painted oils on canvas in 2011, though there are are older fully finished paintings below the surface. And "painted" is the wrong word -- I used two palette knifes, one sharper than the other. It's 40.5 x 30.5 cm.The painting in the photo is not the final version. On the left hand side, I painted over the small green rectangle about 10 cm up from the bottom. On the right hand side, about 20 cm up

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These came across me in the course of their travels. Great examples of how meaning gets imposed upon Reality. I'd like to provide a full attribution, but I don't have any details on the photographer or the photographs. If you do, please let me know. Here's another good example of gestalt psychology at work... Can you see the wood for the trees?!HOME

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I said to Truth: ...I know it's not about knowing. ...I think it's not about thinking. ...I believe it's not about believing. ...I understand it's not about understanding. ...I remember it's not about remembering. ...I hope it's not about hoping. Truth replied: ...That's great! But who is this "I" you keep talking about? ...And what is this "it" you keep referring to? HOME

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Oils on canvas, 60cm x 50cm, completed in 2011. Not sure which is the right way up, ie "looks better": you tell me. HOME

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A number of posts in this blog feature less than complimentary remarks about a certain white-bearded entity named Jehovah by some. He's wrathful and jealous, turns people into pillars of salt and demands people kill their children to prove their devotion. He's also not at all kind to animals, as is evident in the following hair-raising words attributed to him in a book written by his buddies: The

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Maryanne had lots of friends at school. She had a great sense of humour, which she put to good use telling jokes about other kids and teachers. One day, during break she noticed one of the boys in her class, Daniel, sitting by himself looking very miserable. She didn't know him very well, even though he lived in the house next door. Later that day, having walked home from school she went into

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A common theme in comparative mythology is that of a generation of gods (the offspring) killing or displacing the previous generation (the progenitors). In ancient Greek mythology, for instance, Zeus leads the Olympians into battle against Cronus and the titans. And then there are divine gender issues, including those related to birth and renewal.HOW MUCH FARTHER?Male gods tend to be "driven",

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woke up this morning, mouth like a toilet bowl woke up this morning, mouth like a toilet bowl need my fix Lord, to pacify my soulcain't eat no breakfast, it all jus' tastes like shit bowl of cornflakes, tastes like a bowl of shit one of these days Lord, I swear I'm gonna up and quit quittin' is easy, I do it every day yeah quitting is easy, I do it every day can't quit for longer; why? I jus'

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Signs of impending death:BirthLife Death.

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This post is about what I would like consciousness to be. But not even the biggest brains on the planet know what consciousness actually is. So we have licence to speculate until the cows come home.I would like consciousness to be......a force-field extending in all dimensions* and directions, centred on the physical body but diffuse so that there is no clear boundary between the field of

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sweet psychopathy video based on painting "the point is that" oils on canvas, 40.5 x 50.5 cm, with audio track "mesmerbas" composed and performed by masterymistery. You can see the painting on its own, no music, here.HOME

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What is Music, exactly?In one direction it's an encoding of data inherent in a temporally sequenced, explicitly non-accidental series of sound waves of varying frequency, wavelength, waveform, duration and loudness striking the sound-wave-modulating apparatus ("ears") of ambulatory sacks of carbon-based matter ("people"). From another direction it's the vibration/oscillation of chunks of matter

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One fine day on the eighth of May, space aliens from a faraway galaxy came to Earth. After a day or two settling in, the aliens commenced the census they had been instructed to perform. Thanks to their advanced census-taking technology it took just under a week to collect, collate and analyse all the data. The key findings were... that the bio-diversity index had fallen by 95% since the aliens'

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"third eye", by srs, 53 x 35.5 cm, using pastels, oil crayons and watercolour on art paper. The final step was to wet the paper with water, crumple it up into a ball, then carefully uncrumple it. Then using a hot iron, get rid of the water and capture (ie iron into place) the crinkles left by the rolling up into a ball. HOME

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Entitled Vintage stone, the image speaks of the long and turbulent history of that place. And it also evokes a sense of peace and tranquility. It's the work of a friend of mine, Ron Unna, who attended the same high school as I did quite some years ago. Here's where you can see more of Ron's work.HOME

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This, as they say, is a "classic". Perhaps one of the great classics of all time. Got my phone bill today, all six pages, plus cover letter. The letter says, and I quote:"We've been talking to thousands of Australians about our customer service. We're grateful for your valuable suggestions..." So what was the telco's response to the valuable suggestions from customers? Wait for it, wait for it.

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In the foothills of the badlands northwest of Broken Hill lived an ugly hairy Ogre he probably lives there still.And in the early evening or the middle of the morn they’d find the bloody corpses with their throats all ripped and torn.Some said he was an Ogre others disagreed. “He’s just a sicko bastard,” was all they would concede.The police could never find him nor the soldiers, nor the

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Roughly 61cm x 47cm. oils on canvasHOME

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Jimmy was a shy little boy with ginger hair and a stutter. He was bullied at school but he didn’t tell his parents because he knew what his dad would say: “There’s only one way to deal with bullies and that’s to stand up to them and be a man, not a snivelling little baby...”.And he knew his mom would say, “Daddy’s right darling…”.He knew that’s what they would say because that’s what they always

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I try to post once a week; sometimes I fail. It's been over seven days since my last post and I don't have anything to say. When in doubt: steal! Here's some content shamelessly plagiarised from another blog of mine, manic memes, that I keep in my back pocket for emergencies. Heisenberg's unpublished uncertainty principle: The more time you waste, the less energetic you are, the more time it

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Someplace, sometime, somehow there was a Magic Painting that was a doorway to another world. Anyone who looked into the Painting fell into a trance and entered the Other World, just as Alice through the looking glass. And on the other side, they found themselves entangled in exciting adventures, full of joy and wonder, that when they returned they felt happy and healthy and healed of all their

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You may have heard of the late Kerry Packer? In life he was one of Australia's wealthiest, a multi-billionaire. Some months before his real death in December 2005 he had a "phoney death" in which his heart stopped working for over ten minutes. He was was pronounced clinically dead by medical staff. But amazingly he revived, came "back to life" (?) and concerning his experiences during those 10

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You get to draw your own personal boundary: the boundary between self and not-self. Choosing to be a big person involves drawing the boundary as far out as possible -- much further than your skin or your aura -- so that all achievements are your achievements, all disappointments are your disappointments. When you get big enough, there's nothing but you.The original insight comes from the work of

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There's absolutely no intentional connection between the video and the text, other than I thought it would be an efficient way of uploading content. Thanks to 'autotune' (vocoder) and a complete lack of singing ability, the so-called lyrics to the song confusingly entitled 'zombie bloodeater' are completely inaudible. Needless to say, when I wrote the words I was pissed out of my mind. So

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Roughly 30cm x 22cm. Tentative title "little creatures". oils on canvas mounted on board. Painted by me over the course of about 5 years. Not continously of course!HOME

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One of the weirdest things that can happen to anyone living too long in cyberspace has started happening to me: I'm reaching for the "undo" button even when I'm nowhere near a computer. Last Friday, for example, I was driving to an appointment. Running late, I accidentally took a wrong turn that would add fifteen minutes to the travel time. It was only after I'd unsuccessfully reached for the "

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Every thing has a place/space in which to exist. Some of those places are metaphorical, non-material, abstract and even imaginary (but no less real at that). Superman has his Fortress of Solitude. Even Jehovah has a place of his own (see below). Every thing exists where the sole owner is in a plaice of its own. Nothing else can be in that place*. The space of the place fits exactly as if it were

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I've done my time in corporateland, mainly in meetings. Christ! don't people just love the sound of their own voice. The thing about meetings is that nothing gets accomplished in them or even as a result of them. Work gets done by individuals, real people, not consultants. But if you do get trapped in a meeting, the only way to stay sane is to hold your notebook at an angle so you can pretend

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In the course of my travels I stumbled upon a log with great personality and charm. Into the flames ze went, to purify zir soul (and murder any bugs or grubs or worms that had taken up residence)! Then a lot of sandpapering and filing and chiselling. Then the ultimate step: hammer in the ants. Roughly 36 inches tall, from memory (too lazy to measure). It's a bit dusty at the base: I tried to

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What's long and hot and spurts life? If you're a transpersonal psychologist you might say the kundalini. If you're not a transpersonal psychologist, don't despair: there are many other fields of study where if you can't get in the door, you can still get innuendo... [Of course it's unlikely you'd enter a field through a window. Unless you were being thrown out of a barn, maybe?] No matter what

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Where does Thought live, and what is its nature, exactly? Where does Life live, Consciousness live, and what are their respective natures, exactly?Thought aka Mind is thought to live in the brain, or at least that's what most neurologists, psychologists and other horse thieves believe. It's also what our intuition suggests. Likewise re Consciousness. But in these matters, intuition may be leading

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Little time these days to blog so I'm resorting to posting extracts from emails to friends and the like. So please forgive the unpolished-ment, the rough stuff. Sorry, but when the current rushness is over, things will settle down back to normal. The following is an extract from an email to an atheist friend of mine. IMHO your statement "...my intellectual clarity around atheism..." translates

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When I was 15 I looked at my life and said, "I haven't done anything yet!" So I stole a car, smashed into a tree, woke up in hospital wondering how I got there. When I was 18 I looked at my life and said, "I haven't done anything yet!" So I took a pile of drugs, went walkabout awhile, arrived back to where I started, wondering how I got there. When I was 21 I looked at my life and said, "I

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"underworld" oil on canvas, srs, painted over several years to end 2009, 60cm x 45cm audio: "purple blues" composed performed srs. copyright s r schwarz. all rights reserved. HOME

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Painted in oils on canvas, 45 cm x 35 cm, over the course of a number of years. Can't remember exactly when. Possibly in the vicinity of 1995. Entitled "don quixote" for the purpose of the video but actually it's "untitled". The audio track, "plancktime" composed and performed by mm on acoustic guitar with a couple of midi instruments thrown in. HOME

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I came upon a golem, "encountered" you might say eating dust as golems must all bloody, muddy day.I came upon a zombie; 'twas a zombie that I saw gobbling brains til brainy stains remained upon the floor.I came upon a vampire; 'twas a vampire I did see drinking blood that streamed in flood bright red quite readily.I came upon a werewolf, "awarewolf" as it were its hungry eyes saw my demise my "

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Painted by me in oils on canvas in a number of sessions over a number of years ending 2010. Roughly 100 x 75cm. Usual story re layers and sub-paintings. The strange thing about this painting is that long before I painted it I wrote a story, called "the magic painting" that was a portal through which people travelled to another world from which they returned healed of all wounds --- physical,

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Painted by me in oils in a number of sessions over a number of years with a number of whole, complete and fully fledged paintings among the seventeen or so under-layers. Roughly 83.5 cm wide, 45.5 cm high.It's actually 'untitled'. I only came up with 'under a dark mountain' so people will have something to call it by when it goes viral! First thought to call it 'cave in the hill'. Then, '

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This rather offputting chunk of video is rough, a draft, a "work in progress" (that will never be finalised). The audio is not intended to be music as such. To be listened to for enjoyment, as such. But rather is simply an experiment... HOME

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In all the years of my life before my father died, I had believed myself answerable only to myself. After his death, I realised that deep down I had always believed myself answerable only to him. And that I continue to, and probably always will. At least until I figure out how to be answerable -- profoundly as well as superficially, front as well as back of mind -- to myself, and therefore

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I wrote this music to accompany any impending apocalypse anywhere, anytime, real or hypothetical, and threw in a fistful of miscellaneous images by srs for some eye candy. As a member of a species that's an insult to lemmings, I'm not sure we can or will pull back from the brink in time. Obviously oblivious. Sob sob. Boo hoo. There's way too much bass --- sorry, but I haven't got the energy to

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I apologise in advance for this re-hashing of the tired old debate on the meaning, nature and purpose of art. But it's a dirty job that someone's gotta do, so it might as well be me. I don't know much about art, but I know what I like! ;-)Like beauty, art is said to be in the eye of the beholder. That's another way of saying there are no absolute criteria for judging art*. Art-consumers make

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‎30 cm x 35 cm painted by srs (1999 ?) in oils on canvas/board. Untitled. (referred to as "trees") Painted this in bed during the time I was off work for three months suffering from what was diagnosed then as Ankylosing Spondylitis, subsequently rheumatoid arthritis, subsequently gout, subsequently sciatica. How did I avoid getting turpentine on the sheets? I didn't. Helped mask the odour of a

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What do Marx, Christ, Freud and Einstein have in common? Each was a giant in his respective field, standing head and shoulders above all others. That's one answer. What's another? They were all Jewish. To dig deeper into this I recommend reading "All European Life Died in Auschwitz", an article by Sebastian Vilar Rodriguez published in a Spanish newspaper on January 15, 2008. Google it now!The

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If you get a message saying "Pass this message on to all your friends" whatever you do, don't pass the message on!NB Pass this message on to all your friends. Thank you. HOME

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When I was six years old, I asked my school teacher how many tastes there are. She nodded sagaciously, then said with great conviction and believability, "there are four: sweet, sour, salty, and bitter." But I just couldn't make any sense of this proposition. How could four tastes equal all the hundreds of complex tastes I was familiar with? For example, chocolate and honey are both sweet tastes.

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Ethic #1 of the medical ethics that students are taught in medical school is "first do no harm". But what about other professions and occupations?For Lawyers: "first, tell no lies... or listen to any". Architects: "first, let it not fall down... without insurance". Politicians: "first, kiss no more babies... moving forward". Bureaucrats: "first, uncover your ass... but wipe it first". Priests: "

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At left is a version of Rubin's vase, after its inventor / discoverer the Danish psychologist Edgar Rubin. The Vase is classified as an 'optical illusion'; it's based on / emerges from 'flip-flopping' between figure and ground. We humans are supposed to be good at pattern-matching and pattern-making, which in turn implies we're good at integrating as well as differentiating --- making wholes out

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Life as we know it is a process running on a substrate of carbon-based molecules. It is not impossible or inconceivable that in other places at other times the process of Life can and does run on substrates that are not based on carbon molecules. The silicone-based life form, for example, is a favourite of science fiction writers. But the substrate need not even be material; "virtual"/"notional"

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Infinities of infinities lie strewn along the length of the real number line. As Georg Cantor discovered, some infinities are bigger than others. (Does that mean some absolutes are more absolute than others?). Very sad story: Insanity came to visit Georg toward the end of his life. Occupational hazard of contemplating the infinite too closely.Some infinities are completely contained within

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"Grail" paINTed 1990 thereabouts 42 x 32 cm oil on canvas. Psych 101 anybody? HOME

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Painted oils on canvas 40 cm x 50 cm by masterymistery, somewhere in the vicinity of 2002. HOME

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This post was written by an old friend of mine, Rob Leslie. I think he has rather a nice turn of phrase. There were 250 crew in their positions....3 cameras, manned...their tracks snaking out over marked shot widths and lengths....lights standing gauntly against the shimmering night sky, casting eerie shadows through the halogen lit haze....We waited....excited.... a little anxious...cos fuckups

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MY mother always says that if YOU haven't got anything nice to say, YOU shouldn't say anything. So, with that in mind if you'd be so kind unless you're blind below please find, ta-dah:Oddest openers of unpublished novels that never will be:Gazing out over the green sward from his vantage point upon a ledge roughly halfway up the east face of Mount Cruggenheimer, Praxiteles felt at pieces with

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Whatever we look at through 'wave-type' spectacles seems smooth and seamless. Whatever we look at through 'particle-type' spectacles seems lumpy, bumpy and jagged. The wave/particle dualism is an issue and an opportunity for quantum physicists, cosmologists and other horse-thieves. Wearing wave-type spectacles, look at the awareness continuum diagram above. The diagram shows (I hope) the

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If Science were a person, She wouldbe expert at pulling things apart, but less skilled at putting things together be highly skilled at describing, but less skilled at explaining know a lot of the "what", "when" and "where", and something of the "how", but very little of the "who", and almost nothing of the "why" know a lot about the existence and nature of (some) things, but nothing about the

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audio: "zeitgeist" composed & performed by srs "untitled" oil on canvas 45 cm x 55 cm give or take a few mm. painted by srs. an earlier work, if not in fact downright early. claimed by CAS. text exists somewhere .HOME

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Auntie Jane once told me that when she lived in India, many years ago, she met a Guide, who smiled at her and made her whole and happy in an instant. And that when she reached out to thank the Guide, ze wasn't there any more, had vanished. And that the rest of her life from that point on had turned entirely on the axis of finding that person, whoever or whatever ze was, and receiving once

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There are things that are and things that do. Though at Planck-unit scales the distinction vanishes in the splish, splash, splosh of the quantum foam. This post highlights the parallels between items in column 3 (things that do) with their respective counterparts in column 2 (things that are). To illustrate: Flesh is to spirit as matter is to energy as brain is to mind, etc. With a

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Why is it that of all the scientific theories, Evolution is the one that unfailingly evokes the most hostility in some quarters? Newton's laws of motion are taught without any demands for a countervailing 'religious' explanation to be taught alongside. Einstein's theory of relativity is taught and learned by believers and unbelievers alike, and acknowledged as probably the best current

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some of the parts Every thing is at least three things: itself, part of something else, and part of everything else. expressing despair An informal but nevertheless accurate indicator of the health of a corporation's 'culture' and the morale of its employees is the amount of dried sperm on the doors and walls of the men's toilet cubicles. the end of reasons There's no reason why there must be

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My father passed away last week, aged 81. Following are remarks excerpted from my eulogy at the service. He was a remarkable man. You'd have to be, growing up as a young boy in Nazi Germany before the War. The original Rebel without a Cause, He took nothing for granted, accepted nothing at face value, nothing on a superficial level. Rather, he would apply his razor sharp mind to arrive at his

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Billy Biggs was feeling sorry for himself. Nothing was going right. Nothing. Not in his whole fuckin' life. And it wasn't his fault. Never had been. Everyone was out to get him. He cast his mind back to the words his teacher had written in his report card: "Billy tries hard but is easily distracted. He frequently fails to execute the assigned tasks." Bitch! What would she know, bitch like that.

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It wants to fly straight, the arrow of time not early or late, to the scene of the crime forever it yearns, abnormally chiral eternal returns in the form of a spiral* for meaning and purpose, like everything, must more than just once, return unto dust. * it's truly pathetic to footnote ones own poetry, I know, but just to point out that the worldline of an eternally recurring vector such as the

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Jake is shocked. Seems as if the homeless person has been reading his thoughts. But he dismisses that possibility as ridiculous. Jake tells himself to calm down. Just ignore him, he'll go away soon enough. But the homeless person does not go away. He stands there looking into Jake's eyes, smiling cheerfully. "I've got nothing for you," says Jake roughly, "just leave me alone. Not interested in

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The day starts badly enough, then gets worse. Jake turns up for work at the normal time, gets invited to a meeting, turns out the meeting is with the dreaded HR dragon-person, proceeds in the normal way, first the little speech, then the inevitable "Give me your access card. You've got fifteen minutes to leave the building."Jake packs up his things, his personal stuff. slinks out of office,

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Many if not most if not all people have secrets. But in fact there are no secrets. Even the secrets people take to the grave are not secret. Everything is known, in at least one Reality. So don't be like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. Being unable to see does not mean being unable to be seen. In private, people let their hair down; they take the opportunity to "be themselves". When

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Coined by Richard Dawkins, the word "meme" refers to a cultural item --- eg an idea, word, phrase, saying, artwork, sound etc --- that mimics biological evolution via processes analagous to natural selection, variation and reproduction. Below is a selection from the blog manic memes:better than expected: "You've done better than expected, but not as well as hoped," said the old man with the long

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Striding confidently amongst the throng of lesser beings, the Consultant felt powerful, unstoppable and monstrously intelligent. In fact, Ze was so smart that to process the huge number of thoughts generated by zir superior intellect, ze wore a Supplementary Brainpak* strapped to zir abdomen. As a Six Sigma Black Belt in Stakeholder Engagement, the Consultant was well-practiced at the science of

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If there aren't enough bodies for the souls of the dead, the problem is ghosts. If there aren't enough souls for the bodies of the living, the problem is zombies. If there are more dead ancestors than living descendants the problem is grave. If there are more living descendants than dead ancestors, and every descendant is named after an ancestor, the problem is sorting mail. It's not true that

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WARNING: BOREDOM ALERT! For various reasons of no great significance I've decided to start posting some of the emails I write to friends and acquaintances. If you want to read them, go right ahead. But be warned, I didn't write them to be entertaining. If you want entertainment, you'll find plenty of it here in cosmic rapture. Some of the short stories, for instance. Or the poetry, much of which

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For hiring managers within the new Abrahamic belief structure (ABS) it is mandatory for the meaning- and/or purpose-seeker to conduct a behavioural / competency based interview with the relevant demiurge, per the example provided below. .SECTION 1: BACKGROUND / PERSONAL DETAILSName of candidate: Jehovah / TetragrammatonTitle/honorific -- tick relevant box [Mr] [Mrs] [Ms] [Dr]: Lord of Creation

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