my mind begins to hum...

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Fri Sep 05, 2008 3:28 pm

if someone offered to pay you to become enlightened, would you take the offer?

a steady paycheck, creature comforts, the whole nine.

what would you say?

would you do it?

karma yoga done in such a spirit as "this is going to enlighten me" would be much more likely to produce 'fruit' than "this is other-than going to enlighten me"

union... with what? the world? the people in it?

some chi would drive you mad. could you take the risk of full union? go through madness and be greater than you were before you stepped into it?

sure. i've seen it. it can happen.

but even if you believed the words, even if you understood the consonants and vowels, what good would it do if you didn't let the fire burn your retina? let the waves shake your tender little earbones?

the fire and the shaking of experience of the reality.

the "wholly shit, i'm much more intricate and purely powerfull than i could have ever imagined" that comes with epiphany through action.

my words are recantable...

for i have epiphanies to come

but if there is anything to what has been, 'round and through me, there is hope of a glimmer of truth to them

thus worth having spoken

not that they are my own.

they were here when i found them.

else it would not have been

mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Fri Sep 05, 2008 10:44 pm

Chapter I:
Setting The Stage

Dust motes shimmered. The angle of the setting sun sent a shaft of light through the battered windowpane. Leaning back against the crumbling wall of forgone paint, he laid a hand on his bruised knee. To the knee, the warmth of his hand seemed inexplicable. As though a power greater than he used the opportunity to query his vexed mind.

Never could he remember a time without it, as though it had always been there. Inexplicable. Dauntingly unspeakable. Where were the words? Had they overlooked something when piecing cognizents into language? Perhaps they were too busy dealing with everything else.

Inwardly he caught himself chuckling. Outwardly, his face set into firm resolve. Questioning the facts would take a lifetime at least. The lingering knowledge of his vision haunted him. Impertinent, it demanded of him. A nameless wonder had shown itself for but a moment, but it had changed him. Now there was nothing of going back to the way life was. He was sure of that as anything he had come to know.

"Barack, it's time to go."

Glancing up from is moment of reverie, he saw her standing where the door would have been, had it been closed. A faint smile played across her face.

"The time ripens, and there is much to be done." Alice gently reminded him.

"We've been through this." Barack shot back, with a touch more bitterness than he had intended. "I'm not what you think."

Freely she laughed, and soo quickly that he was reminded of how close she was paying attention.

"You've more in you than you suspect." was all she said, as she turned and left.

In the distance, a dog howled. Once... Twice... Thrice. Before the sound had faded, he knew it was true. It was time to go.

"?" Barack muttered. "How is it supposed to happen?" he wondered aloud, as he pulled himself upright. Already gone, he didn't expect her to answer. The only answer came from the crumbling room, as though it was relieved to be left to it's own thoughts as well. Silently, it wished him luck, if you could put such a thing to words.

The night was warm and thick. The low clouds did more than simulate dreaming... They hinted at a primordial time when the world was content with a little less atmosphere. When the grip of strange creatures was a little more firm. Strange creatures. Oddly he felt more akin with strangeness than the hum of the city life encircling him.

"Where are we going?" he asked when he had caught sight of her again.

"We go." was all she had to say.

Somewhere, the sun shone, the rocks spun, and there was nowhere left but forward. Widening his stride, he was soon at her side. Stealing a glance of her umbrella, he stiffled a shiver. No matter when or where he looked, the damned thing was always changing color. Not exactly changing, as far as he could tell. Though he assumed there was a transition somewhere, he had never witnessed it. It merely was a completely different color whenever he looked, acting as though it had never been any color but the one it showed.

Absently, he kicked a rock off the edge of the curb.

"So, let's say we do this. And by some off chance, people take to refining themselves more than oil. What then? Propagate and die happy?" Barack lobbed the query, more interested in her style of response than any concrete assurance of their plan.

"Sure." she said. The humor had left her tone. "Though, first... a place to be."

With that, they strode firmly into the night. An unspoken agreement lingered beside what was spoken. He knew that whatever might come, they would act together, as one. Her mind was leaning forward into action. He could feel it. Like a man caught in a tree, with nothing but the ground to look forward to, his fate was sealed. Some secret part of himself welcomed the absoluteness of it all. But there was something else. Something on the surface of his mind. An insidious doubt masquerading as surety. Like a film, it all but obscured his deeper instincts. How could he sit in a darkened theatre and see the screen beyond the movie?

She looked sharply over while he was gently stroking his darkness. In an instant he saw himself raise hackle. An old habit, defensive of his illusions, he felt the tendons just next to the bone tighten ever so slightly. As tension hit his realization, he paused.

As though changing lanes, he dropped it. Barack dropped the cloistered opaqueness faster then he realised he'd had it, and walked on.

With a smug grunt of satisfaction, she carried on as well.

In a desert, half a world away, a whirling dervish puts on his accustomed garments.

"This place to be, shall we find it, or make it?" Barack asks as they walk from one streetlamp to the next.

She lingers with her response. A full two lights glide past before she quietly replied "There is nothing made that is not found."

"Hmf..." He grunted. Pushing his hands into his pockets, he shrugged his jacket a little more comfortable.

The city around them went on about it's business, as though there was nothing strange about the pair of them. Wives and husbands drove towards or away from each other, absorbed in the thoughts only a city would think. Bikes carried children withersoever they would go. A plump housecat gazed down from above, content behind it's glass window, while an emancipated alley cat howled it's heat across the way.

Near an ocean, a woman placed food in front of her revered deity, only to remove it and offer it to another.

"Which would you have?" Alice asked of him, not bothering to mask the amusement in her voice. "Debate or decision?"

Barack glanced at her, and it turned itself into a gaze. Her eyes shown with a knowing he couldn't quite fathom. When the left of his mouth twitched into a smirk, he found the words. "Leave the debate for the others."

His smirk found it's way to her face. "A town that weathers the storm is a town that requires a norm."

"True enough..." Barack sighed. "But evolution favors the strange."

"In days of old, a kercheif was enough to send a knight along." Alice quipped. "Shall we content with a roof to sleep under and a labor to keep it so? Many a truth was wrought from humble beginnings."

"Wise beyond your years, as they say. I conceed. Do you fancy a place?" He asked.

"I am but a yolk if this world be an egg." The tone of her voice showed that much was meant to be left unsaid.

With that, the two went off into the night. In the shadows of a nearby stair, a man in rags lay on his cardboard bed, staring off into space. He had caught the last bit of the conversation, and now lay thinking thoughts he hadn't had the day before.

Chapter II:
Mastering A Door

Janet pulled off the freeway just as the stereo found room for one of her favorites. By the time she pulled into the parking lot of where she worked, she was singing and almost giddy with excitement. She knew the words, she knew the pitch, and the tone was no mystery. A glimpse of the dashboard told her she need not rush. A full fifteen minutes before they expected her, Janet sat in her parked car, singing and dancing in her seat as she let the song run it's course. When it had finished, she collected her coffee and lunch and headed indoors.

Deep in the bowels of the earth, a bit of super-heated lava swirled together, forming a clenched fist. Satanfist, created fist first, eventually smiled as the rest of him slowly took shape.

Janet smiled and waved to Linda, the receptionist. Linda had done her hair up into a bun, and had her usual librarian spectacles. Nice once you knew her, she had a strange detatchment most the time. The office quietly attributed it to her past fling with some cults. She did her job quite well, and seemed to bring the tension level down a bit, so they kept her on.

Satanfist began ascent from just to the left of the exact center of the earth. This is what he thought.

"winds whisper more than roar?"

"sure, they didn't have medicine like now, but to go around poof-ing it away isn't sustainable. It's the point of fact: investment of powers"

"if a cave's in a boat, and intentions to float, a course must be set, lest nowhere you get."

Janet flipped on the light to her office, everything where she had left it. She set her purse next to the computer and opened her coffee cansiter as she sat down. Always a go-getter, her inbox had a warm welcome for her. She felt needed.

badabump

mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Fri Sep 05, 2008 10:46 pm

my coattails are thread bear, and i walk through air

Joshatdot · Post by **Joshatdot** » Sat Sep 06, 2008 1:33 am

breathe

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:27 am

like this?

Joshatdot · Post by **Joshatdot** » Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:22 am

hmm...more like this -

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Sun Sep 07, 2008 10:08 am

even if society stayed the same, any tree worth it's nuts would wrap around a fence, and grow right through. Any king could have a minstrel, likened to tree's nuts, but nary a minstrel hath a king

the eyes are a small percent of sense vocationary cells

mind the rest

they're telling me is that they'll be turning 18 for a long time.
but, the longer i wait, dirtier i get.
and if i made a habit of it,
they would'nt assume monk's clothing

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:42 pm

two dimensions, wrapped bout one another, are but two, and not three

if you have occasion to see two different gender
giving brainway've non-discordant, but even inversions thereof
pay attention

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mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:48 pm

they say the goat trick got rid of sins

if the present is made of vectors, the past is encoded therin,
therefor delusional to perceive as otherwise

mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Fri Sep 12, 2008 2:29 pm

wed-ness day is an affront to man having plucked the earth from an earth-centered view to something more realistic

you ever try paying attention to real time while doing normal adult-human stuff?

it's not easy, trust me

this number gooblygop does nothing but give each one a different numerical name

besides the fact having named things has no great impact on how things go about... as far as getting things done, why cuddle latin soo favorably?

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Fri Sep 12, 2008 2:38 pm

theye prosthetically harden their feet, and harden the greound
thus giving themselves a distinct advantage,
an easy advantage to get, if you would but be like them

continuously entrapped in webbing

of words...

of meaning.

or at least what seems.

WWWS wrote:In philosophy, ontology (from the Greek á½„Î½, genitive á½„Î½Ï„Î¿Ï‚: of being (part. of Îµá¼¶Î½Î±Î¹: to be) and -Î»Î¿Î³Î¯Î±: science, study, theory) is a branch of metaphysics, often considered the most fundamental. It is the study of the nature of being, existence, or reality in general and of its basic categories and their relations, with particular emphasis on determining what entities exist or can be said to exist, and how these can be grouped and related within an ontology (typically, a hierarchy subdivided according to similarities and differences). Though distinguished from epistemology, as theories of knowledge typically involve some assumptions about existence and what exists, these can be seen as complementary disciplines.

Students of Aristotle first used the word 'metaphysica' (literally "after the physical") to refer to what their teacher described as "the science of being qua being" - later known as ontology.

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Fri Sep 12, 2008 2:40 pm

and if not, why is your hero soo unlike you?

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the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Fri Sep 12, 2008 2:43 pm

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mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Sat Sep 13, 2008 10:02 am

to purse one's lips, extrude the tongue a bit (not too dry), and with a lungful of air, firmly and slowly force the air through your schwinchable-central-location

prolongued periods of this will inevitably result in numbness

not unlike numbness of the various parts of the psyche

what would you do with something you were'nt aware you had?

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:10 am

i would acheive active-kinesis breathless samadhi
and hold a bit of air in my lungs
to vibrate the mass for speech

and say something like

"we ride upon poisonous machine, like a spider biting the sky
to be breathless is to live
the food cannot carry such a burden
you need to keep moving"

mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:11 am

as, obviously i am not the sun, i am allowed my darker musings....

peter c aught his shadow

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:17 pm

If you want something that's spontaneous, you can't have it just because you want it... That wouldn't be spontaneous. You might think that a star was spontaneous. Or that the conditions that turned into a star would be spontaneous. Perhaps you think that stars coming from dust and exploding into dust is just coincidence. Explode. As if it were'nt dust just spreading back out again. It's trying to understand the inbetween that gives philo-lovers much food for thought. Remember, dust isn't even what you eprcieve. It's teeny bits and peices whirling around at mindboggling speed. The pretty little sunset that seems to linger about, slowly fading? It's a fucking mad dash of teeny particles that only would have been there had the sun. It's not a sunset. It's the big mamma jamma whirling maelstrom of more energy than is perfectly comprehensible, and we're on a little crust just far enough away and lucky to have no choice but to have a shadow, of our own as well to hide in... to catch some and close enough it seems implausible life would have chanced on just such a sweet spot, until i remind you that life, rationally, is much more implausible. Relatively slow arcs of progression, are the solar and 'toid. Relative to a visceral, experiential body morph mastic made dog eating dog eating rabbit chimp petting a cute kitty mind fuck of lust beggeting lust and the need for prophalactics.

nothing is more unlikely for you to see past than your imagination

take it with a grain of salt.

put the imagination on like a glove, put the glove to work

i've got a world of possibilities, and some have been imagined, while others have not

i've got 9.8 meters per second squared

i've got a whole universe beyond my skin, and it knows it

best i can do is outdo you... and if outdone, my attention will have bought and paid for _________

for the mystagogic aspirant, thought is a springboard to redirect the attention

whether or not they are exactly true is but that they have truly been there, they can draw attention to the moment as they arise. you don't need to pack them away in your fridge, hoping they won't go bad before you use them

the moment as it is, without psych filters, without the conceptions of 'past' distorting, twisting

my thoughts perhaps merely footprints of where i've launched myself from

perhaps i seek that magi... magician... witchcraft of knowing

mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Thu Sep 18, 2008 9:52 am

stem cells can turn into any number of things and any number of things have stem cells

fright?

dino-
a combining form meaning â€œterrifying, frightful,â€

mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Thu Sep 18, 2008 9:55 am

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Fri Sep 19, 2008 2:00 pm

[youtube][/youtube]

watching dark crystal for the first time i can remember, it hit me

movement might happen in time, but to tell time from movement?

shall we watch you run by studying your stomach acid?

if soo many have died to free your speech, is it on your shoulders to balance the scale? to speak words of weight and disdain drivel?

fucking should be

mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Sat Sep 20, 2008 8:01 am

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first three sets of lyrics make a great loop

to become charged with false kinghood? for what, having a money changer and not worrying about money?

they couldn't pull that shit these days

and there's many a man better than judas

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Sat Sep 20, 2008 8:07 am

burns mostly carbon

mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Sat Sep 20, 2008 8:13 am

elf's ride · Post by **elf's ride** » Sat Sep 20, 2008 8:54 am

to the swami of venice, who mentioned i have mysterious power last i left

elf's sword · Post by **elf's sword** » Sat Sep 20, 2008 8:55 am

the heart of the matter is that i couldn't have gotten what couldn't be given

the fire elf · Post by **the fire elf** » Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:31 am

per the july 08 nat geograph, there's a quandry of evolutionary life... rough numbers, pristine kingman reef shows 85% biomass in the form of near empty bellied larger predators (sharks and snappers) with sharks pulling in a three quarters.

meanwhile, places where sport plucks the teeth gnashers bloom with pretty prey and ten times the amount of microbes.

aweykn

the same issue, k(yeah i have issues), shines light on the tiny ansester of the T-rex while suggesting primitive feathers... tar pits and feathers? geez. oh wait, wet volcanic ashes, we all fall down

not to lose hope, though...

the evidence supports large human populations, but insofar as they create more pristine states of ecology... applications? less computer bugs? less spam? purer states of music with less nonmusical interruptions?

rather than assume predators go around hungry like natgeo, (biometric data, please?), i suggest they are perfectly comfortable spending soo much time on the hunt, with their sharp pointy bits and sleek powerful bits on their mind... they like it... they get off on it...

what do you have in mind?

your bits? or bits you wish you had?

kingman's got more than one specie of shark... sure, they're all shark. but listen: "different specie"

delineation? ---> they coexist and prove the versatility of the format

obviously/objectively, i am proved stronger by a similar-different's presence

and here's the mindfuck: most specie are'nt self aware enough forget what their bits are for

guru?

see-through

if you really can't get by without a name, a classification, dub me polymorphic stemcellulosius

and if that's too obtuse, what can i say?

deal with it

but don't treat me like i should have the same problem

don't have the time for it.

i've got opposing to do.

(thumbs, you know)

should i non-conform to the non-comformist's point of view?

try a little minute maid. the omega-3/DHA might do you some good.

hardest thing "j" ever worked on was making magik hands

mayavin · Post by **mayavin** » Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:05 pm

if i went out, sought and recieved funding for a first class experiment

if i indisputably measured the mass of raw material before painting a sign declaring "there is no spoon", and after (accounting for any drying)

if i proved that words had absolutely no effect on the mass of the sign, that in fact the final product weighed exactly the same as the raw conjuncts that had no words

why bother telling anyone?

my mind begins to hum...

fine.

invert the dirge