When I got back from a little carousing, or being among carousers, and generally socializing, the gate to the back yard was WIDE open. I expected to find Loki still there, and he was. Makes me wonder if it's true that fleas, kept in a capped bottle, will only jump to that height. I wonder if we, if we weren't educated all our lives about the impossible, wouldn't achieve it, given a little more encouragement. This was originally meant to be thoughts on the true and measurable and the belief that there exists verity, but reading that last sentence I wonder.
Nick, one of the carousers, whom I caught by his pants pocket last night when he fell off a bar stool, was asking me bar room philosophy questions, bar room logic, such as how much dirt is there in a four foot hole, or if a plane crashes on the border of Canada and the United States, where do you bury the survivors, after he asked me what it was on my shirt, and I told him it was a test, an IQ test, a bar room IQ test, the consequences of failure being a flick on the nose. I contended that there was not enough information in the four foot hole question to answer adequately. It could be a concrete hole, with some smattering of dirt on it, some granularity. That some survivors of the plane crash might be so distraught that they might wish to be buried. He told me he couldn't talk to me any more because I was too solar. I told him the world wasn't black and white.
Loki may have gone out and explored Jupiter and Mars, for all I know, and just happened to be home when I got back. I will probably still reprimand my tenants for not keeping the gate closed, so temporally and materially oriented am I, but I cannot verify that Loki stayed in the yard.
Driving one of the Science Camp lecturers back to the little airport they fly into we began discussing probability. As accepted and understood as quantum theory and chaos theory is among those who study science, even on the high school level, I positited that the true measure of our culture's understanding of probability will be parents answering "Because it is more probable" when their children ask "why is the sky blue."
That's one of the elements of science versus religion versus superstition that fascinates me. All are based on faith. Even doing calculations on a calculator, using a digital system, makes me wonder what our world would be like, what our calculations on reality and/or the supreme being would be if we used a hexadecimal system or a banana peel system or a googotropic system.
Since high school I have been fascinated with the idea of a computing system based on transer RNA. Data would be stored in some type of field, and gathered much as DNA replicates and shares information on the cellular level. It just seems so logical, and at the same time, beyond what our mathematics presently supports. If data were stored as quanta, effectively, there would be virtually no limit on memory space or speed. Humans would be able to train, eventually, their minds to gather information, in a way that directly, and conciously taps into the collective conciousness.
I have contend, when I'm drunk enough, or am among friends who already think I'm nuts, that the entire Internet is a precursor to humans eventually linking up telepathically, which creates huge security issues we haven't really begun to deal with. But information is electronic, even spirit (which is something I think is measurable, even if we don't yet have the measures for it or a proper name, in the same way that electronic would have been freaky to humans before they had a name and measure for it), whether in our brains or on a hard drive or transmitted over wire or air. It will be possible someday, it is possible now, to traverse waves and wavelengths that we don't even know exist, other than shamans of cultures long since dead. Perhaps the Anasazi did disappear in a mass vibration, ala Celestine Prophecy, which ironically channeled energy away from a whole human transcendence. I suspect, the way we measure human time versus geologic time, which limits us in pinpointing archaelogy against geology, that they simply dispersed within a timeframe that looks too instantaneous measured against the literally shifting sands of time. Same with the Harappan civilization of the Hindus valley. But I think it's possible to become entirely spiritual beings, just by letting go of the wiring we are so dedicated to, the lid on our jars, the fence on our gates.
The tricky thing there is that there are people who tap into that, in martial arts as an example, in the manipulation of other individuals, either on a massive scale, or in a courtroom, a bar, a company, KNOWINGLY, using it to create power over the material, rather than releasing the spiritual. I think there are others who have that power and use it unknowingly. The ones who have essentially achieved nirvana and use it to create power over, rather than transcending or leading others to trancendence, demonstrate the real presence of evil. Given the opportunity to trancend mortality, conciously, or become a bodhisattva, choosing rather to abuse and manipulate those who are trapped in their material beings, is the thanatos personified, versus Freuds libidos.
The irony is that working toward nirvana can be a completely selfish pursuit. I guess it isn't, since to achieve it, on the transcendent level, requires giving of your material self freely and indiscriminately, which necessarily involves sharing information, if you encounter other humans or creatures, and pursuing it as as way to release your individual soul, versus simply connecting with the collective soul, makes it a moot point, since you won't transcend any sense of self when the self is the goal.
I need to sleep this non-enlightened head.
1:59:08 AM 
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