At 12:20 AM 12/31/2007, you wrote: >Hello everyone > > > Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 02:53:33 -0500 > > To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > Subject: Re: [MD] Mind-body practice > > > > At 01:46 AM 12/30/2007, you wrote: > > > >>Hello everyone > >> > >> > >>> Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 15:02:53 -0500 > >>> To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > >>> From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > >>> Subject: Re: [MD] Mind-body practice > >>> > >>> At 01:58 PM 12/26/2007, you wrote: > >>> > >>>>Hello everyone > >>>> > >>>> > >>>>> Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 02:29:31 -0500 > >>>>> To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > >>>>> From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > >>>>> Subject: Re: [MD] Mind-body practice > >>>>> > >>>>> At 06:36 AM 12/25/2007, Krimel wrote: > >>>>> > >>>>> > >>>>>>[Krimel] > >>>>>>I engage in a daily practice of reading, listening, study, meditation, > >>>>>>discussion and writing on concepts that make-up the associationistic > >>>>>>patterns of my thoughts. I probe these patterns for error and > >> look for new > >>>>>>concepts and new ways to incorporate new concepts into this > >>>> network of ideas > >>>>>>and associations. > >>>>>> > >>>>>>I rejoice in the mystical sensations of new ideas shaking the > network and > >>>>>>creating Gestalt shifts in my perception. I am rewarded when > new thoughts > >>>>>>and associations occur to me and when new fractal patterns > >> emerge from the > >>>>>>effort. I observe the illusions of the moment in light of the > >> illusions of > >>>>>>the past and wait in awe for the shifting illusions of the future. > >>>>>> > >>>>>>I expand my consciousness (whatever that is) by bringing in > new ideas and > >>>>>>testing old ones. I reflect on film, art, music and new > >> narrative concepts > >>>>>>that employ fiction to augment facets in the structure of my thoughts. > >>>>>> > >>>>>>I seek harmony in the thoughts of others and marvel at the > >> infinite variety > >>>>>>of perception and processing available to the human spirit. > >>>>> > >>>>> > >>>>> Greetings, > >>>>> > >>>>> I've been thinking about what Krimel wrote here. I like to play this > >>>>> game. I thought this description really quite beautiful. It can't > >>>>> be taken seriously though, it is play, it is Lila. But this game > >>>>> also seems contrary to all the literature on the Tao, Buddhism, > >>>>> etc. Maybe I'm missing something, but that seems silly. How can > >>>>> anything be excluded? > >>>>> > >>>>> Anybody have any thoughts? > >>>> > >>>>Hi Marsha > >>>> > >>>>I agree it's intellectually appealing to learn new ideas and to fill > >>>>our days chasing empty concepts. I think the MOQ says that that > >>>>takes us away from Dynamic Quality, however. It doesn't bring us > >>>>closer. Perhaps that is what the literature on the Tao and Buddhism > >>>>is telling you. > >>>> > >>>>Thanks, > >>>> > >>>>Dan > >>> > >>> > >>> Dan, > >>> > >>> Perhaps if this is what one did all day long, every day. Or if one > >>> mistook their thoughts and ideas for the truth. > >>>But what if you think like Tim Robbins, "I believe in nothing, > >> everything is sacred, > >>> I believe in everything, nothing is sacred." Then isn't thinking, > >>> with nonattachment, the same as a cloud, or tree, or flowing > >>> river? > >>>This is a serious question. It's hard for me to believe > >>> that this particular aspect of nature should be negated. Isn't it > >>> attachment that causes suffering and illusion? > >> > >>Hi Marsha > >> > >>I've heard it said that ignorance of the nature of all living beings > >>as well as the nature of inanimate things gives rise to suffering. > >>This ignorance is the notion that all exists in and of itself, > >>separate and apart from all else. Is that what you mean by attachment? > >> > >>Thank you, > >> > >>Dan > > > > Greetings, > > > > No, that's not exactly what I mean, but that would also seem to cause > > suffering. I was considering more the transitory nature of > > experience. More like trying to capture a river using a bucket. Or > > capturing a cloud in a jar. Or capturing rain using a bottle. Or > > thinking memory has captured experience. > > > > Interesting that the painting I'm working with is needing a broken > > arrow and a bottle of rain. Trying to imagine what kind of bottle > > this man would use to bring rain has got me baffled. A Budweiser > > bottle just doesn't seem right. > >The Rain Jar > >I once knew a man in Arkansas who was building a cordwood house on >top of a mountain on an old foundation, which was all that remained >of a prior dwelling. The home was located deep in the woods in a >pretty little valley reached by driving several miles down old dirt >logging trails. The locals called it Hippie Hollow as there were >quite a number of families living there who were practicing >alternative lifestyles. Now-a-days such goings-on might be tolerated >but this was back in the middle '70's so the experiment was doomed >from the start. We of course didn't understand that at the time... >it is only in retrospect that I understand it now. > >Since I didn't have any pressing engagements in those days I found >was able to spend the summer there helping to build the cordwood >house. Now I had heretofore never built a cordwood house nor in fact >had I ever heard of such a creation. But the man assured me once >complete the house would last a thousand years or more. It struck me >at that time that such an acclomplishment had real value and so >without hope of recompense I spent several months laboring away deep >in an Arkansas forest building a dwelling that would last a thousand >years. We spend the days cutting cordwood and the nights reading ZMM >by the campfire and discussing Quality. > >I might have neglected until now to mention that the man of whom I >speak didn't have two nickels to rub together. Since the local >well-driller charged several thousand dollars to drill a well this >man instead gathered a large clump of red Arkansas creek clay (the >same red clay we used to fashion mortar for the cordwood house) and >shaped it into a large jar in which to store rain water. He called >the vessel his rain jar. Once he had shaped the rain jar the man >built a kiln out of fallen branches in which to bake his creation. >Everyone told him it wouldn't work but he did it anyway. And it >worked. I am unsure whether it was dumb luck or sheer genius but I >suspect the former. > >The rain jar was big and red and when it was ready it would hold >hundrds of gallons of water. The rain jar even had a red clay cover >to keep the water fresh and pure. However it was completed before >the cordwood house was done and so there was no roof to act as a >collector. So the jar just sat there in the woods waiting for the >day when it would fullfill it's intented use. But one day the >sheriff showed up and arrested the man who was building the cordwood >house for growing wacky tobaccy on a southern slope just down the >way. It wasn't long after that mysterious fires began to plague >Hippie Hollow and one by one the families started packing up and leaving. > >Since it was clear to me by that time that the cordwood house would >never be completed I packed up my meager belongings and moved on >down the road myself. Many years later I found myself in the same >area of Arkansas and out of curiosity I drove down to Hippie Hollow >to see the old stomping grounds. The old dirt logging trail was now >a paved road leading to an exclusive subdivision. Driving past the >expensive homes I happened to spot a familar sight in one of back >yards. The half-finished cordwood house was covered with steel >siding and the large red clay rain jar still stood there unused amid >the trees. I didn't like looking at it. It made me sad somehow. So I >drove away and never went back. >
The Witness Tree Although the full moon is not present, it's affects are present. In the background are two snow-capped mountains in the shape of breasts. The night sky is a bit turbulent. In the foreground is a man sitting at the base of a tree whose bare branches reach into the night. This man is naked and waiting. He is staring into the night, oblivious to what is above him. In the crux of the tree is a glass container filled with water. It is in the shape of a half-moon, and lit the color of the moon. From the side of this container peers a woman. She is looking in his direction. She seems to sense his presence, but it is not apparent that she sees him. Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
