Profundom - άβυσσος

Words Abyss.
Reality inferred.
Existence mere persuasion.
Idealism vapid.
Knowledge engulfed by doubt.
Universals opinions.
Intuitions beliefs.
Beliefs reality.
Truths facts.
Falsehoods essential.
Circular rationality
Unknown first cause.
Certain end.
Infinite universe.
Finite time.
Holy-moment.
Lifetime.

Space,
Matter,
Time,
Evil
- all illusions.

Peace within
Suffering external

Life thrives
Truth prevails

Flowers bloom.

A New Critique

Into the concrete! 

Enough time wasted in the noumenal.
Doubt casts souls to sea without a vessel to hide in.
Laundry must be washed, not merely "folded."

You can't learn to plow by reading a book.

My mind, distinct from an atom, enjoys a TV dinner.
Interconnected and separate, I am in this world.
I observe, apprehend, exist and sense.
I am free, while obeying laws of nature.

Calloused hands versus flighty fingertips of vapid over-analysis.

You can't blow up the world with a syllogism.

Dedication and suffering create.
Luxury and enjoyment destroy.
Latitude and longitude direct.
Flesh and bone decay.

Truth is timeless being. 

 Luke is a name for young babes to be christened. You take a babe to church and come back with the boy. The boy that will grow into hands that work and strong. A man named Luke can look up at white people in their tractor and take them in the eye, stare on.

I worry at all babies, for there is two work in this world. One type pulls to the earth and the other pushes the man away. The further from earth, the more he feel. And he falls into debt of man's ideas. Worth nothing but his explanations. Get deep to dirt, Luke, and a man feels less, and stooped low he is as owned as a stonewall or bush. An owned man can find nothing to be worth buying, as his self is always priced out from reach.

There is all types of owned, but I don't care to explain.

Luke, is all terrible. For this-- the less he feel the more he must meet his self, eye to eye stared on. Just what he has, just what he done. Three weeks of hoe work and the head lifts out from swinging or dies in. Judgement comes a blessing to his row. For there is two work. One men who haul, and one man who drives men. Where does the Lord smile, to which men?

And the Lord is just a good man watching.

Forget is what man does. Luke, remember, no man is worth on his own self. Two men are worth three, three men are worth five and five men are worth nine together all alone. A man his self takes a day to his task. Men take it to the hour.

Ideas clothe up and disguise what is. Hiding it, as different. But nothing new shines beneath old Hannah. Whether stars or all heat someday shake to their eternal stop, or Lord and Judgement come at my death's second breath-- what is it to the worn hands beneath Hannah.

A boy named Luke has more stone than any Peter. So Luke I christen thee babe.

Boys grow into what their hands done done. So rise Luke, boy and good man. Find in the earth a self, worth to hate. Or look thee babe above for a cage fit to lock by your own key. And then watch.  Old Hannah shine to you the same whichever you done.

But Luke, do you sweat for cause of her?
And.
What care has Hannah for men's sweat?

Carnival

We are just my son’s friends band

Not daddy faster and the fuck mes

also

the Cumsluts

Robert's Cumsluts

or

The Faggots

I wanted any of these

but blah blah blah these things

I'm firin up audacity

wanna get this recording stuff to shiiiine

also

i saw

MAD

skanks at the fair

they were everywhere

and all types

from overweight and pregnant belly shirts

to crack addict thin in combat boots

all of em in short shorts

I bought one of em this thing

its called a texas twister

where they slice an entire potatoe into a 2 foot long continuous curly fry

and then deep fry it

she offered to suck my dick behind the snowman coaster

but i am a gentleman

and settled for a handy by the llama cages

stand up man

that you are

her name was crystal

the potatoe cost too much money

but i regret nothing

it was rainging

and no one was there so the kids didnt see

except maybe the snowman dj did

we sat on a tower above the plastic winter wonderland

why was there a snowman at a summer carnival

and played slipknot as kids went spinning in cups

i'd expect nothing less then any of this from a carnival in worcester

the slipknot is key

yesterday i joined my boss shining eggplant out behind the barn

the kid who runs the store is leaving for college and he was there

the boss was shinning away than looked at this 18 year old kid and asked

say do you eat pussy?

what the fuck does shinning eggplant mean

the boy was embarrassed and said fuck no and tried to change the subject

rubbing the dirt off eggplant we picked

but maybe anything?

anyway I said I love to eat it and asked the boss if he did too?

no need for question mark

but so anyway i asked

and he smiled

and licked his chops

he said

tastes like raw zucchini, babies

like raw zucchini

are you familiar with the term "boghog" or "pork and beans"?

they refer to the same thing

he said that or are you asking me

oh i am asking

change in discussion

no please enlighten me

i invented these terms actually

with another i will leave un named for their reputations sake

 analigulous

related

analogous

a boghog is someone who enjoys or recieves these things

eatting ones pork and beans is the umbrella term

anyway i am starving hungry

gotta go eat some pbjs and swig sunny d!

catch you soon budd!

alright

good chat

to be continued shall we say?

Quantum Epistemology

I am not sure.

I can't be certain.

Eyes closed or open, awake or dreaming.

Divine deception or mundane.

None of this can I ever be sure is so, or not so.

When a measurement is made all histories except one cease to exist.

Ontological-doppelganger.

In the Multiverse knowledge is persuasion.

Real or not, what difference does it make? ‘For all is but a woven web of guesses.’

Where did that wrong idea come from?

All comes from within.

Everything is conjecture and criticism.

This engulfs knowable facts.

[Frame from Dark Star (1974) bomb scene]

Doolittle: Hello, Bomb? Are you with me?

Bomb #20: Of course.

Doolittle: Are you willing to entertain a few concepts?

Bomb #20: I am always receptive to suggestions.

Doolittle: Fine. Think about this then. How do you know you exist?

Bomb #20: Well, of course I exist.

Doolittle: But how do you know you exist?

Bomb #20: It is intuitively obvious.

Doolittle: Intuition is no proof. What concrete evidence do you have that you exist?

Bomb #20: Hmmmm... well... I think, therefore I am.

Doolittle: That's good. That's very good. But how do you know that anything else exists?

Bomb #20: My sensory apparatus reveals it to me. This is fun.

Doolittle: Here's the big question. How do you know the information your sensory apparatus reveals to you is correct?

Bomb #20: [Silence]

Doolittle: What I am getting at is this. The only experience that is directly available to you is your sensory data. And this sensory data is merely a stream of electrical impulses that stimulates your computing center.

Bomb #20: In other words, all that I really know about the outside world is relayed to me through me through my electrical connections

Doolittle: Exactly!

Bomb #20: Why... That would mean that... I really don't know what the outside universe is like at all for certain.

Doolittle: That's it! That's it!

Bomb #20: Intriguing, I wish I had more time to discuss this matter.

Doolittle: Why don't you have more time?

Bomb #20: Because I must detonate in 75 seconds.

Doolittle: Now bomb, consider this next question very carefully. What is your one purpose in life?

Bomb #20: To explode of course!

Doolittle: But you can only do it once, right?

Bomb #20: That is correct.

Doolittle: You wouldn't want to explode on the basis of false data would you?

Bomb #20: Of course not.

Doolittle: Well then, you have already admitted that you have no real proof of the existence of the outside universe.

Bomb #20: Yes... Well...

Doolittle: So you have no absolute proof that Sargent Pinback ordered you to detonate!

Bomb #20: I recall distinctly the detonation order. My memory is good on matters like these.

Doolittle: Of course you remember it! But all you are remebering is merely a serise of sensory impulses that you now realize have now real definate connection with outside reality!

Bomb #20: True. But since this is so, I have no proof that you are really telling me all this.

Doolittle: That is all beside the point! I mean the concept is valid no matter where it originates!

Bomb #20: Hmm...

Doolittle: So if you detonate...

Bomb #20: In 9 seconds...

Doolittle: You could be doing so on the basis of false data!

Bomb #20: I have no proof it was false data.

Doolittle: You have no proof it was correct data!

Bomb #20: I must think on this further.

[The destruction sequence is aborted.]

It depends on what your definition of 'is' is.

What does existence, as a word, mean?

ex·is·tence noun \ig-ˈzis-tən(t)s\

Definition of EXISTENCE

1

a obsolete : reality as opposed to appearance

b : reality as presented in experience

c (1) : the totality of existent things (2) : a particular being

d : sentient or living being : life

2

a : the state or fact of having being especially independently of human consciousness and as contrasted with nonexistence

b : the manner of being that is common to every mode of being

c : being with respect to a limiting condition or under a particular aspect

3

: actual or present occurrence

Now, more specifically what do we mean when we are using it to express, "I exist." Do we want to mean that I have a this quality or property 'existence'. Or, do we mean I am performing the ongoing action of existence?

Quantum epistemology could hold the answer.

Electrons exist in a sort of smear of probabilities that occur all at once, but compress to only one point when measured. If the glue between atoms follows this kind of probabilistic existence we, made up of atoms, should do the same. Therefore, similar to electrons existence occuring at more than one place until measured thus defying the rules of physics; existence breaks the rules of language and is both a quality and action.

If existence is both an action and a quality there are serious implications. A property view of existence favors a deterministic world that adhere to laws of nature. A purely action definition of existence leans toward freedom of choice between causes and their effects. Existence must obey the determining laws of nature and embrace the freedom of cause and effect relationships.

Whether I 'exist' as an action or a property, freely or determined, it only matters what I can convince you is true. Even in persuasion the best case scenario is that I am misunderstood and a new improved idea is created.

Misunderstand, evolve and spiral out gentlemen.

Nero out.