Other night I decided to mess with an AI research agent to see what kind of details it could point me towards concerning wampum, a goofy-corny childhood play term we used to use. Actually, it was a reverential term in the native American language of the tribes local to my formative region, coastal and inland New Jersey. These people called themselves “Lenapi”.
Music from the edge of Pre-History: Peter Pringle’s researches into and deep love for the ancient bardic heritages of Sumeria and Egypt….
Tell me… am I thinking too much? Or can we make a real sacrament out of the debris of the everyday unwakeful routine?
Amazon Warehouse: hell on Earth
True account to the best of my recall. (Because the memory function rapidly deteriorates immediately upon crossing the membrane from sleeping to waking — the sudden influx of sensory inputs taxes one’s will in an overpowering way.) Note: look here to see other dream narrations within this series.
Truth is everywhere, all about us, urgently awaiting eyeballs and hearts. Psychic habit is the rusty efficient lock. Sometimes something as simple as taking the divinity of a child seriously can be a key.
True account to the best of my recall. (Because the memory function rapidly deteriorates immediately upon crossing the membrane from sleeping to waking — the sudden influx of sensory inputs taxes one’s will in an overpowering way.) Note: look here to see other dream narrations within this series.
True account to the best of my recall. (Because the memory function rapidly deteriorates immediately upon crossing the membrane from sleeping to waking — the sudden influx of sensory inputs taxes one’s will in an overpowering way.) Note: look here to see a previous dream narration in this series.
Our intrepid Seeker, who feels entirely justified in wondering why there’s Anything, continues his discussion with the Ghost of Stephen Hawking, who is not quite sure it merits any thinking time. But before things can wrap up, the situation is complicated by the sudden arrival of yet another spirit entity! Part 1 of this dialogue happened here.
Physicist, or perhaps more aptly ex-Physicist gadfly(?) Lawrence Krauss released what some tried to promote as a groundbreaking book in 2012 called “A Universe From Nothing”. It purported to clear up, once and for all, why there is Something rather than Nothing. It failed to make a dent in this age-old riddle, despite Richard Dawkins‘ (who isn’t even an ex-Physicist) half-cocked back cover blurb review declaring the now certain and indisputable removal of deities, religions, Creation, or Theism of any sort from any future human contemplation. Krauss’ main rhetorical maneuvers in his argument involved monkeying around with the definition of ‘nothing’ while relying upon Physics man-splaining to obfuscate the obvious. This story happens a few years later…
These things have been active the past few evenings, at dusk, in a large undeveloped area just to the southeast of my place…
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