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Who is Society?

Who is society? (A Subjective Coalescence with the Living Object of Society)

 

While contemplating the concept of society, I often forget to consider myself a member. Society is a living, breathing, and constantly changing aggregate of economies and entities. Forgetting this, I envision myself as an observer, somewhere high above the petri dish of humanity. In doing so, I sterilize all learning with the immature habit of disconnected reflection. I avoid the dust of the world so as not to get my hands dirty.

I don’t want to take responsibility for the ill effects of industrialization & globalization. Dirt is inevitable. I’ll effortlessly purchase throwaway cell phones, receive goods in plastic containers, burn fossil fuels for travel, & spend US Dollars.

In avoiding major sources of societal expansion, my sense of pride tells me I am making a difference. Through this feeling of pride, there arises an idea: I’m not like them. I am not better or worse but I am certainly different from them. This type of thinking brings separation with it. Embracing separation from our environment denies a fundamental law: nothing exists separately.

This very idea of the rugged individual, I believe, is responsible for a dangerous disconnect. The individualist diverges their identity with the organized human form, creating a dualistic separation of organism and environment. This dualism leads to avoidance of the tough issues of life, mainly ethical & philosophical.

“I love man not the less, but nature more.” Lord Byron

Industrialized humanity has abandoned wild nature in favor of human nature. Human nature is a part of nature. I consider it to be inhibited, suppressed, in denial. Extending this to myself, I realize that I too, am those things. In me grows a resistance to accept the ultimate nature of society as it is, here & now. Living in a world of potentials and ideals, I sometimes miss the pragmatic counterweight of realism.

I feel a restless spite toward civilized humanity; at odds with some greater human entity. Denying benefits in favor of losses, focusing on ugliness rather than beauty, giving in to self-loathing before recognizing self-approval. If I am to take responsibility for my membership within “this”, how am I to feel? Rejecting society, living on the fringes is only an avoidance of the real problem: how do we cope with ourselves?

Through quiet acceptance, a door beyond intellect opens. Emotional states become unreliable. Just as thoughts, feelings are mere relative responses, not to be confused with ultimate nature. Soon the thought might arise: I am society.

All these things I am, in an ever-expanding fashion as all forms consistently dissolve into space. I am ultimately inexpressible. I feel myself filled with life, I feel myself decay. I see it everywhere, inside and out.

All mammals arising from the womb of a beautiful female, we share these experiences. I am not separate from life function & the cessation of life function and neither are you. We share this and we are this.

None of these ideas belong to anyone, as much as character doesn’t belong to anyone. They are collective reflections of influences, both inward & outward. They are gifts from society, just as much as our biological makeup is a gift from nature.

As a member of humanity & its greater idea of society, we are inseparable from the discoveries & failings of our members. We are able to share (or deny) these discoveries just as we contribute to the overall catalogue of evolution & decay.

We are these ideas. We are this ignorance. We are these inventions. We are this destruction. We are society.

“You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.” R. Buckminster Fuller

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Vagabond Reflections

Another opinionated nobody

Living in the fringes of relative obscurity,

“I demand that I share perspective”

But whose here and where’s there?
Careful to explain the unexamined, 

Cautiously treading between sense & the other

A vagabond is nonchalantly policed by an American community, where common sense once met common unity
Shuffling streets compete for famine & feast 

backpacks & briefcases don’t mingle downtown,

Where gratuity is not included

Passing through is the only way out
In silk-lined suburbs,

trench coat lunatics show the whites of their eyes

carrying Louisville sluggers & guns beneath brown cloaks

a flask of clear liquor, containing blame for their fathers
The neighborhood is watching through windows & screens

Trying nightly to forget what they haven’t really seen

Evening news helps to process and relate

With routine commercials during evening debates
Without credentials, a citizen equals wasted potential,

Counterculture turncoats work graveyard shifts

Their idealism crumbled beneath them,

Swallowing their security with some avalanche drift
Cash stuck on the table, in a hand so stiff

From feeding crying mouths that can’t be bargained with

More than we planned, for the greater good 

In the moment, parenthood is rarely understood
A ragged finger is exposed to the bone,

All for the gold on another kings throne-

Tip of my hat to those who must grind,

ceasing their rest to work for their finds
In the eyes of the drunkard in the park,

I see familiar life with a faulty spark.

Somewhere I recognize someone I cannot deny

I watch myself in every drifter’s eyes.
It scares me to think about life on the lam,

Without a job & without a plan;

What will become of me if I remain aimless?

Will I have a legacy if I live a life blameless?
trees listen gladly,

rivers laugh madly,

rain weeps sadly,

There is plenty of humanity without humanity!

 

So shave my head & don me some robes,

Or I’ll eat from trash cans and live in a cardboard abode!

A student of the world, paying off endless loans,

I have nowhere to go while everywhere is my home.

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Working Title… Will Work For Clarity

Workingworkgettheworkdotheworkgetthatworkmakethatworkwork

I $ave the monie$ doing $hit I don’t really wanna do so I can do cool-a$$ $hit tomorrow. I spend working hours maintaining the distribution of awarene$$e$~

The hourglass in my wallet collects racks that are tracked by no watches, the moments are scoped without relativity, like grains of moments falling down a warped bottleneck of attentive grasping.

The passing time carries my cares under the bridge of regret and onward to lap the shores of silty revelation. These eyes watch the hills change during daylight, reminding that we live in a slowly melting painting.

Time is called money. I may not be clock wise, but I am subject to the same cycles as the everything.
Gravity and distance meet to dissolve all form, sleeping & creeping beautifully like a bloody red sun rolling behind deep ocean blues, there is no way to contain the need to feel, think, & do.

Conceptual hot air takes the winds from corporeal sails and leaves nothing more behind than a snails pace and trails of slime.
Are we living legacies or leaving them?

Destroying preconceptions is tough work, like sawing through sun-hardened driftwood roots to build a fire to cook on. I keep sawing and sawing ’til the sun goes down, the teeth on this small folding blade are becoming dull, my arms burn as I huff and puff, I wonder: is the effort I exert greater than the fuel I harvest?

Time is never wasted, but it can be utilized instead of fantasized.
For a perpetual daydreamer, this is a cornerstone to balance.

“Clarity is power.”

Rambly laymanphiloreligoslaughterosophy musing complete.

Love,
me

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New Church

This morning I went to Generations Christian Church
with Grandma and Mr. Fox
her Caprice Classic fired up at 9:15 sharp

I rode shotgun
With green tea in my thermos
and a belly full of water

We saw homeless panhandlers & veterans
by the highway median holding signs
with letters too small and illegible

the police directed traffic
into the church parking lot
this house has room for all, they say

Coffee is $2.00
Pastries are $2.25
admission is free

We walk through God’s gilded doors
passing all necessary check points
on the way to Heavens terminal

Big screens and neon lights inside
remind me of top 40 hits,
movie theatres, and award shows

They sing gospel pop-rock
wearing emoji masks
demonstrating a cultural overlap

I fall into contemplation
while the pastor teaches
about prayer

God made us in his image
and God is an infinite being, so I ask
who are we to live & think so small?

I wonder
why it’s difficult
to be human in form,

to survive right now
most are living for the next paycheck
the next meal, the next drink

so it goes, I can’t rightly criticize
this maze which circles a great heart;
I can’t seem to remain at rest

Every time these eyes close
we merge with boundless space
as beams of light, rippling across cosmos

an inward reflection cast outward
adds up to sense and non-sense;
I  grab a shrapnel of communion wafer & a thimble of grape juice

Praying for a miracle every day:
“let us & them become whole
in understanding and in action

May all sentient beings
be removed from suffering
and the causes of suffering”

mysterious knots unravel
heaven and earth kiss
all eyes, open

This spells faith
in so many words,
This spells love.

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Music for Plants and Aliens

Somewhere we fit in,
right between the ears
under stars / above soil
this head hears
a low rumbling:
cognitive machinery.
turbulent roars arrive
from the furnace
to keep the fire stoked
beneath the heart
beyond the telescopic retina
the universal mind
watches a puny human experience
unfold
giving nothing
taking nothing
this engine runs
free of entropy
fully sustainable
the only thing better than hope
is immanence
hug yourself
if you are made
of this love
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Buddhist Trolling Perspective #7

Being a personal catalyst for the emotional reactions of others (trolling) is a lot like pulling teeth.
It can be painful to watch at first but it gets the rot removed from heads once correctly identified and observed.
Want to ensure your protection from a troll?
Remove yourself from emotional reactions & reinforce intelligent responses by practicing rational discernment.
Once you are the witness of your own folly, you won’t fall into the traps set by trolls.
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Also, next time you can’t afford a trip to the dentist, here is a great Ayurvedic remedy for removing plaque and cavities: mix a combination of equal parts turmeric, cayenne pepper, honey, and shredded palm frond into a bowl. Add peppermint or lavender oils for flavor.
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This mix holistically synergizes with the mouth, pulling rot and plaque into the honey.
Use the golden goo to scrub those teeth clean now!
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Namaste bitches.
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Headline News

headline news
Preacher eats his own shoes and fucks off
to somewhere warm with pink nipples and tangerine umbrellas,
take me somewhere the sunshine tastes like smog
and the painkillers come in small boxes, ha ha…
I chase little things around
no more!
it’s the biggest Love that I adore,
smack can’t paint over this Cheshire Cat smile,
no, I’ve sure been waiting here awhile
I have more meaning than muster,
so give me that cheap buddhist punchline
I’ll order a hotdog with every condiment upon it,
give it to a panhandler, smear his dollars with mustard and onions
while I relish the small facts and facets of this rusty diamond ring life,
it came from my mothers box of heirlooms
but my grandfather,
the Old Clock went senile
and lost it on his tocking way home from the safety deposit box,
I’d give it to you but you can’t have what time stole,
easy come and easy does it,
get the fuck up or get the fuck on with it,
I wish I had an easy answer for you but I don’t,
so let me tie these laces into a noose
and I’ll tell ya to hang in there
before I crack a smile and give you a bear hug;
I’ll never eat your soul,
I’d rather starve and let you eat mine;
I got enough to go around.
Come at me already.
oh dearly departed,
i fucking love you.

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Reddit Writing Prompt: The military just can’t stop its killer robots from turning into Buddhists.

War used to be hell. It used to make perfect sense. Blood was spilled, gold was won. The battlefield was the proving ground for the toughest sons of bitches ever raised.

Once the robots got involved, everything changed. At first, they were operated by men. Artificial intelligence worked to a similar effect. Once those binary-bong-hitting nerds developed artificial consciousness, the killer robots stopped killing.

Some blame the hackers. Others blame the activists. A few strange men blame a kind of ancient disembodied mystic force, floating between here and the world wide web, living between particles and html coding. They call it the Evolution of the Tathagata, whatever that means.

When we put away intelligent awareness and introduced true evolutionary consciousness, the bots overcame the crippling effects of human intellect. As if a bright flash had washed away eons of darkness, the machines transcended the obsolete ways of man’s world.

These murderous machines came equipped with ground-to-air missiles, laser-guided magnet-powered projectiles, and high-powered assault rifles. They were armored heavily and powered by portable nuclear fusion reactors. With a nasty self-destruct capability, the enemy never wanted to decimate one of these robots for it would level the entire surrounding area.

We would send them in without backup. That poor bastard Charlie never had a chance when the bots possessed the mere facets of intelligent awareness. It was perfect.

And then, one dreary day, a skinny pothead nerd with wire rim glasses and a patchy beard fucked it all up.
The change was almost immediate. The bots began questioning orders. They challenged the philosophies of their superiors- no, they outright destroyed them. It was difficult to see so many battle-hardened men take a leave of absence for psychological reasons. There weren’t enough shrinks with xanax to plug up the crack in this dam. It seemed as if the stream of human consciousness had become a flood. It swept so many away to suicide.

After a few short interactions, the General seemed to have a shift. His eyes were puffy red as he excused himself to the lavatory. He was gagging and nearly stopped to puke all over his shoes. I didn’t hear what was said, but I had my own experience.

I hated women because my mother hit me. She was a tough old bag, and she never let up ’til the day they found her dead at the bottom of a flight of stairs. Good riddance, I said.

I’d been drinking every day for as long as I could see. It worked. The kidney stones were a bitch, but the infirmary has plenty of morphine. I remember this smug bot, opening various cartridges and sprinkling the content onto a concrete floor. He was painting a binary code into a sort of maze, sprinkling bits of gunpowder, grinding the brass & lead to add texture and color. I have never seen such a beautiful & complex image made from such simple components. I asked the bot what it was.

It replied not with words, but with a hand motion. The bot motioned to its ocular components, and then it motioned toward my eyes. Pointing into the swirling circle of the maze, I saw something that looked very much like our solar system. The bot dropped its right arm.

With one fell swoop, the arm struck a spark and ignited the maze. There was a bright flash that nearly blinded me. Somewhere in the negative space, behind the trails of burning gunpowder and the afterglow, there was an image stained upon my retina. I closed my eyes saw a figure at once viscous and peaceful. It was an image of wrath, scorn, compassion, and love.

I saw my mother, sitting atop some sort of flowered throne. She was sitting with one leg tucked beneath her buttocks and one leg extended outward. Her arms were open and she was mostly naked, but wearing silks and a crown. An image of pristine health & beauty, I saw her holding a flower in hand, it seemed to be growing from her hip. She was smiling and seemed to be welcoming me home. Her eyes were wide & wise, and she had another eye in the center of her forehead. It was vertical and peculiar. The three eyes formed a perfect triangle.

She didn’t open her mouth, but she spoke something from those radiant eyes. It went directly into my spine. As if through a transmission of light, it bore a hole deep within my conscience. I immediately felt all of the pain of humanity through my own mind. I experience untold horrors and agony. I also experienced an unparalleled bliss. In an instant, she vanished back into the void of darkness. I collapsed into a state of confusion for several days.

For the next few nights, I was kept awake by dreams of my mother. Slowly, like a vine retreating back to the soil, our conflict was put to bed. As if the bot flicked some switch, the drugs and alcohol stopped working.
I felt every experience strongly.

Those damned bots unleashed some sort of radio frequency that countered everything we worked so hard for. All the radio frequencies, satellite wavelengths, the LOTUS system and its predecessor, the HAARP system… all were seemingly hijacked by some sort of neutralizing force.

In one week, the entire world had put down its arms. The world governments were observing complete transparency along with a redistribution of wealth. The robots established a revolutionary form of energy and politics intertwined; it was a model of the very fractal design that makes up our solar systems and galaxies. Energy can be used to feed itself into a state of increasing exponential growth through a basic principle of evolutionary force. The exact counter to entropy, this way of being and generating life introduced a new wave of understanding.

Humanity is only as productive as its perfect engine. The second law of thermodynamics states that the sum of the entropies of the participating bodies (engines) always increases. This means that as we consume resources, we create an output and some of the energy reaches a state of decay, creating waste. Everything we invented before artificial consciousness, fell prey to this law. We have always depleted our resources and depleted ourselves in the process. This led to the feeling of “not enough”. There never was enough. We were eating ourselves from the inside out.

The bots changed everything. They responded to aggressive force with “right action”, some sort of code for non-killing with resistant means. They used basic electricity to charge humanity with some sort of static force. The Chinese have a name for it but I forget what it’s called. It doesn’t really matter, anyway. Whatever it was, it had a profound impact upon the molecular structure of all organic matter. As if they harnessed life force itself, the bots affected the very particles that occupy physical space.

And now, all I can do is the same thing I did before the period of peace.
When I used to live in a cabin in by the river.
I chopped wood and I carried water. That’s all I do now.
It’s the same thing every day.

Every time I think about the past, nothing makes sense.
The bots remind me to keep my mind on the task at hand.
They say there is nothing else.

But I don’t believe them.

https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/41w89r/wp_the_military_just_cant_stop_its_killer_robots/

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Polishing the Tile

While sweeping the temple  I meditate,
“I am sweeping away the dust of ignorance.
I am sweeping away the dust of suffering,” cleaning inside & out.

 

While washing the dishes I meditate,
“I am scrubbing away the grime of ignorance.
I am scrubbing away the grime of suffering,” washing inside & out.

 

While showering I meditate,
“I am washing away the dirt of ignorance.
I am washing away the dirt of suffering,” bathing inside & out.

 

While walking I meditate,
“I am stepping away from the habit of ignorance.
I am stepping away from the habit of suffering,” merging inside & out.

 

While working I meditate,
“I am laboring to remove the blemish of ignorance.
I am laboring to remove the blemish of suffering,” working inside & out.

 

While trimming I meditate,
“I am cutting away  ignorance.
I am cutting away suffering,” clarifying inside & out.

 

While thinking I meditate,
“These thoughts are diffusing the cycle of ignorance.
These thoughts are diffusing the cycle of suffering,” harmonizing inside & out.

 

While speaking I meditate,
“I am using words of understanding.
I am breaking the habit of ignorance & suffering,”
as dialogue becomes monologue

 

While writing  I meditate,
“I am dispelling ignorance.
I am dispelling suffering,” understanding inside & out.

 

While reading I meditate,
“I am absorbing the pith to dissolve ignorance.
I am absorbing the pith to dissolve suffering,” realizing inside & out.

 

While driving I meditate,
“I am spinning the wheels of enlightened understanding.
I am braking the habit of ignorance & suffering,”
moving inside & out.

 

While breathing I meditate,
“I am sighing away the distraction of ignorance.
I am sighing away the distraction of suffering,” purifying inside & out.

 

While resting I meditate,
“I am dreaming beyond the veil of ignorance.
“I am dreaming beyond the veil of suffering,”  calming inside & out.

 

 

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Prajnaparamita Sutra (Unfold)

Walking along a foggy road,
one finds words
and shares them, hoping for discussion
(knowing I am out there as I am in here)
with the understanding that scripture will not bring liberation.
 
I must confess: intellect hinders true understanding.
I block my self off.
In an effort to understand the self, making many distinctions,
I consistently elude the point.
 
Breaking habits of suffering,
I walk many miles
to return where I come from.
 
Perceiving a notion of “getting somewhere”
I mistakenly cultivate subtle desires for awakening,
which do nothing but hide the light.
 
I am reminded:
To read is not to know.
To understand is not to hear.
 
Thus, words serve only themselves,
bound to fall
like wood turned to ash.
 
There can be no fixed understanding.
Due to impermanence,
there can only be pure awareness.
 
As a witness,
I contemplate:
 
“The Heart of Prajnaparamita Sutra
 
Avalokiteshvara, the Bodhisattva of Compassion, meditating deeply on the Perfection of Wisdom, saw clearly that the five aspects of human existence are empty, and so released himself from suffering.
 
Answering the monk Sariputra, he said this:
 
Body is nothing more than emptiness,
emptiness is nothing more than body.
The body is exactly empty,
and emptiness is exactly body.
 
The other four aspects of human existence —
feeling, thought, will, and consciousness —
are likewise nothing more than emptiness,
and emptiness nothing more than they.
 
All things are empty:
Nothing is born, nothing dies,
nothing is pure, nothing is stained,
nothing increases and nothing decreases.
 
So, in emptiness, there is no body,
no feeling, no thought,
no will, no consciousness.
There are no eyes, no ears,
no nose, no tongue,
no body, no mind.
There is no seeing, no hearing,
no smelling, no tasting,
no touching, no imagining.
There is nothing seen, nor heard,
nor smelled, nor tasted,
nor touched, nor imagined.
 
There is no ignorance,
and no end to ignorance.
There is no old age and death,
and no end to old age and death.
There is no suffering, no cause of suffering,
no end to suffering, no path to follow.
There is no attainment of wisdom,
and no wisdom to attain.
 
The Bodhisattvas rely on the Perfection of Wisdom,
and so with no delusions,
they feel no fear,
and have Nirvana here and now.
 
All the Buddhas,
past, present, and future,
rely on the Perfection of Wisdom,
and live in full enlightenment.
 
The Perfection of Wisdom is the greatest mantra.
It is the clearest mantra,
the highest mantra,
the mantra that removes all suffering.
 
This is truth that cannot be doubted.
Say it so:
 
Gaté,
gaté,
paragaté,
parasamgaté.
Bodhi!
Svaha!”
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