Went and bought five more books the other day. P= Busy, busy.
Pattern Recognition, by William Gibson (5%)
Rebels and Devils: The Psychology of Liberation, by Christopher Hyatt and friends (5%)
Tantra: The Path of Ecstasy, by Georg Feuerstein (5%)
Visions: How Science Will Revolutionize the 21st Century, by Michio Kaku (5%)
Man and His Symbols, by Carl Jung and friends (50%)
A Path With Heart: A Guide Through the Perils and Promises of Spiritual Life, by Jack Kornfield (80%)
Buddhism and the Art of Psychotherapy, by Hayao Kawai (80%)
Recently finished reading:
Snow Crash, by Neal Stephenson
Prometheus Rising, by Robert Anton Wilson
In Search of Schrodinger's Cat, by John Gribbin
Sit Down and Shut Up: Punk Rock Commentaries on Buddha, God, Truth, Sex, Death, and Dogen's Treasury of the Right Dharma Eye, by Brad Warner
All Tomorrow's Parties, by William Gibson
The Apocrypha Discordia
The World of Tibetan Buddhism: An Overview of Its Philosophy and Practice, by the Dalai Lama
The Bardo Thodol
The Art Spirit, by Robert Henri
Waiting patiently in my stack:
Embracing the Wide Sky: A Tour Across the Horizons of the Mind, by Daniel Tammet
Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience, by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyl
Info-Psychology, by Timothy Leary
Energized Hypnosis, by Christopher Hyatt
A People's History of the United States, by Howard Zinn
A Brief History of Everything, by Ken Wilber
The problem with thinking of any hard space-age sci-fi is how imminent 21st century technology is going to revolutionize our consciousness, cybernetically and genetically pushing many aspects of our intelligence beyond our ability to emulate. Even if we knew how they might act and what their capabilities might be, it would still be like a baboon trying to role-play a human. Perhaps, for characters set a hundred years from now we could still do the unwashed masses fine while the affluent transcend, and some of us could play some of the latter at about the speed of a play-by-post forum, granting ourselves extended periods of time to think and research for the characters' one-second decisions. Beyond that, multiplying computer power and the general cheapening of all resources takes everything past the event horizon, barring world-shattering catastrophes. Which is why I think 40k has one of the most realistic interstellar settings our there; It'd take shit to be that fucked up to have the mix of anachronisms necessary for the important characters to still have a playable level of thought at that general level of technology.
You cannot know what I should do if you do not know who I am
You cannot know who I am if you do not see me
You cannot see me if you look only at the tools I use
You cannot see beyond the tools if you still identify your self with yours
But you can always have faith that I am doing exactly what I need to
I could tell stories of worlds I've seen, spirits I've talked to, a thousand epiphanies of the hows and the whys and what may be, but liberation does not come from a critical mass of enlightenments. Quantity is as much an illusion as any other notion of space and time. Everyone has in their hearts at least the smallest fragment of something, a reflection of a refraction of something that may have described a part of The Grand MacGuffin. We do not need fill our souls by chasing after another new spark, only to leave it forgotten as we try to grasp for another fragment of what we already have. All of your past is carried with you in the momentum that drives you toward the future at the speed of light. If you can only close your eyes and remember, you can bring back that one moment, for however short it seemed to last in the flesh, these moments are eternal. And long after you are gone, the same patterns echo in the discoveries of every new generation.
I don't explore out of a need to find something. Emptiness has not truly pained my heart in over a year. I explore because it's fun, and it's what I'm good at, insofar as "good at" means it's what my momentum is carrying me through, and that it makes sense to me, and that the things it makes me say gets a few other people to think things that make more sense and/or fun than what they had been offered before.
If the world died tomorrow, what of it? The end of all life? Perhaps it will take another fifteen billion years. It could take a googolplex of years. It could take an abstract analogue of time we cannot even imagine, by which the passing of untold universes are measured. It doesn't matter: If all consciousness is lost, no one will grow bored by the passing of aeons. The instant all life is lost, in the very next instant life will have begun anew however far away through strange times.
Sometime in 2011 or 2012, this 80's retro-thing is going to come to a climax when women's shoulder pads become cool again, for about a month, before we realize what we've done again and the whole bubble bursts and we usher in 90's retro for the 2010's. The new thing is gonna be "Shit," which will be like Grunge only fresher smelling, and it will become cool for people to have smears of feces on their clothing. Of course, you and me will find that idea absolutely disgusting and wonder what the fuck kids are thinking, and that is the point where we'll well and truely realize that we're old and our heyday is over. Eventually, in the 2020's, 2000's emo will become retro-cool, and by that point our stem cell technology will reach the point where we can regenerate brains and the trend will be for kids to shoot themselves in the face.
That is my prediction.
In other news, now when you try to paste something in LiveJournal, it makes a window pop up where you have to paste your thing in there then click OK to get it down. Way to go for useful new features.
Random setting idea.
What if we had a place, and it's kinda like a mall, all constructed and mostly indoorsy, but I'll use the old word "arcade" 'cause it sounds cool, and each of the couple dozen or hundred people who live there has their own little area, places in it between like 1-20 acres, and they can have whatever crazyawesome cool stuff in it as reflects their personality, and this whole arcade is actually a sort of small Underworld, a place souls pass through in the afterlife in the process of digesting the themes and issues of their lives.
Okay. And, in whatever the fuck process is gonna go on here, some of the people are supposed to be reincarnated as Bodhisattvas, and they'll each have some particular theme going on involving a particular angle on understanding/changing the world which will be explored over the course of the story/RP/album/whatever. And, uh...
I feel like I'm going somewhere with this...
I am inventing a new sin, called paraglemioplasty, which I am currently committing. Paraglemioplasty has a similar motion to deplagamy but occurring in a different context, in the manner you can say envy has a similar motion to greed but with an essential difference in context.
Hm, curious. Lemme check.
Yep, every single person on my LJ friends list, I've had at least one thought about within the last week. Except Toby, but I have no idea who that is.
Don't place the blame on me
I'm holding your mirror
You're looking at your soul
Don't love the messenger
I love music, all sorts of music. Most people have a few select genres they listen to, and select bands within those genres and scattered randomly about other ones which they enjoy, and a whole bunch of ones they think suck, by whatever standards they use. I approach music with this axiom: Any music that's out there is being enjoyed by some people. Thus, it is humanly possible to enjoy any given example of music. Therefore, while I still develop a collection of my favorites, I make a point to try not to let myself dislike any music. With faith in the notion that it will be possible for me to enjoy a song if I can figure out the right frame of mind, I take it as a challenge in personal growth to learn to genuinely enjoy any genre of music, and from there spreading my enjoyment through it's subtler variations, including levels of skill. I used to dislike death metal because it was noisy and I couldn't make out the lyrics, and accused that vocal style of being an excuse of not bothering to learn how to sing, but I was approaching it from the paradigm by which I enjoyed most rock music, which was primarily involved poetic lyrics and melody. What I had to figure out about death metal was that it actually had more in common with, say, disco than with the rock I was used to. It was about the energy that makes you want to move, in this case typically aggressively, and even if I'm not a particularly violent person, there's still a powerful seed of aggression in me and everyone else in the world, and thus something that can be tapped into to resonate with and thus enjoy the music, even if you're not a choleric person. And if you're honestly trying this exercise, don't let yourself wimp out with an excuse like "I really don't like violence at all," because it's in discovering these unrecognized potentials (and they may in fact be much more actual than potential than you realize, in some form) within yourself that is the key to fully understanding and harmonizing with yourself. Yes, it is possible for me, and any other happy hoppy hippie, to get into the grove with ripping people's heads off, piling up bling and bitches in your hot rod, and loving the good old American values of family and country.