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Tuesday, October 07, 2003
10072003
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Meditation on communication
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What do we do in communication?
Through communication, we convey things, concepts, ideas, and essence. We make capable the ability to express physical, mental, spiritual and personal; we make capable the ability to communicate who we are on every conscious/subconscious level in us.
So as I conduct this communicae, I run you over the tracks of the transconti-mental railroad, through the peaks and valleys of the caverns oil painted on a distant canvas of hedonistic emotion, to new frontiers and beyond.
However, sometimes expression is cluttered by its exterior, its characteristic mask that we know as physical, the empirical form that is seen first and foremost with the naked eye. and if we see this form enough, we become familiar with it, and we may become so accustomed to it so as to not look further.
Now, we're gonna break that down:
I know that which I see before me; it is [whatever it is].
I know the physical construct/build/model of that other thing, and I know what its physical capabilities are by observing it.
But when I talk about these capabilities, I talk about what governs these capabilities, these limits. Just because I can see physical limits, is it really completely limited?
When I see something, my mind's interpretation is an object of distinct outline; there are colors, lines, shades, contours, textures.
But if I cannot see something, my mind does not and cannot construct such lines to encase the form for my eyes and mind to see. which means for something not in front of my eyes, there are no physical boundaries prescribed for it - no outline, no form drawn for it; it has no physical limits to isolate its form. its form is limitless.
What's funny is I can't see myself right now, so by my argument, does that make my form limitless? not to you maybe, but to me, as consistent with my statements, I am - physically, figuratively. Physically, our bodies are macroscopic representations of atomic, untouchable, unfathomable particles encircling its bonds with each other like the threads in a magnificent uniform piece of biological silk called 'skin.' Since our skin and everything within is essentially atoms, balls of energy, we technically are flying around the room all the time.
When I can't see myself, I am by my logical argument, limitless. However, when i do see myself, the outline appears and my spatial recognition is returned. Further, the bold, defined lines/forms of body give way to sight OF the body, acknowledgement OF the body, and possibly comprehension and understanding OF the body.
What I comprehend is that what is encased within the outlined form I now see is technically just as limitless as it was when it couldn't be seen, when there were no physical limits drawn for it, because the two things are one and the same. Me when I couldn't see me, is the same me as when I CAN see me, except the me that I can see has a physical form, a form with physical limits and finite boundaries. If my form is physically and figuratively limitless when I cannot see it, and it is the same figuratively limitless form that exists when I do see it with finite physical boundaries, then wouldn't it be logical to state that this finite form can be moved and manipulated in in-finite ways?
Now I can observe how this form moves and manipulates. the trippy part is, because this form is ME, i can also CONTROL how the form moves and manipulates. I can be both watcher and doer; audience and communicator. I am thoroughly content because now I realize that at the ease of a reflection, I may have an Other to communicate with, even though its my self that I communicate with.
Even more trippy, when I see my own reflection - when I see MY self - I see my self existing, where THAT me, the one I see in the reflection, sees THIS me also existing. I can see myself existing where I can see my self existing; and in a consolidated type of conclusion from that, when I see my own reflection, my own body, my own form, I am simply and most concisely a witness to my own existence.
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How I look, how the statement, the phrase, the expression is portrayed/displayed/dressed can affect and alter how the message is depicted, interpreted, understood, and internalized by the audience. and every chance I get to communicate, I seek an audience that looks beyond the outer things that can hinder true comprehension.
in the manner of asking
"how is it that do you do that?" "easily"
"how was it?" "delicious"
"how is life?" "complex"
"how?"
It is a challenge to you my fateful fellow witnesses, when I ask,
"In your opinion, how is it that I exist?"
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doobin @ 12:00 PM
100703: 05:36
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dialogue based on conversation in silo, 0918
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is public urination looked down upon?
to the greater public, yea
i mean, its natural isn't it?
some places have rules... like its not meant for that
ahhh right right, ah, i guess.. if i built a place of my own.. yeah i hella wouldn't want some asshole pissing on my shit, you knowhamean? yeah, I'd want to keep that shit PERfect. pissing on my property.. thats.. desecration man. like the Federal Building or something..
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"speaking of piss... "
"oh right right. its at Bunche."
"ahhhhhhhh shit I hate walking"
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"ahhhhhhhh shit i hate walking"
he looked at companion;
"wtf, god gave you those legs to walk, why the hell wouldn't you use them?"
"because we have things to make it easier, so we don't have to walk; tech-NO-logy my friend."
"but its walking! if you neglect the natural things, its.. its just over dude"
"look, god gave us a lot of things. mostly he gave us our minds, and it is our minds that spawned things like technology. we built the technology to do things; if we don't use technology, we're putting our mind's work to waste. like an unused vacuum.
[if we don't use technology, if we don't NEED it, if we never devised a use or need FOR it, if we never created it to satisfied some need, we waste our minds.]
"if we don't use it, then we don't have a use for it, (not using vacuum, not dirty) and maybe we DIDN'T ever have a use for it (kitty litter box with no pets); if there was never a use for it, we didn't create it to be used (garbage => garbage trucks), if we didn't create it, we didn't think of it. and at that point, if we're not thinking of it, we aren't thinking about it because our minds are busy being put to WORK/WORTH thinking about something else. our mind isn't going to waste then."
"but still even down the line after something was created and built for some reason, if we don't use it, its being put to waste."
"yea thats still true...
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but
if you can't appreciate what that technology is that you are using - that was built using the mind - like admiring or realizing what makes a vacuum a vacuum, what makes a car a car; if you don't see, think about, or understand what makes technology TECHNOLOGY, you are putting your technology to waste. and if you are putting your TECHNOLOGY to waste, you are putting your mind to waste.
insulting a creation of a[from the] mind is an insult TO the mind."
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"and insulting something created by a mind the history of knowledge and the mind, is an insult to the history of knowledge and the mind..."
"ah...
"yea and then, you know, you could get all hardcore and say that you insult god by not using what he gave us"
"ha..
"..."
"hey hey, does the mind get insulted from a bad creation?"
"what?"
"i mean, oops sorry ants (to the ants)... i mean a bad creation, one with faults... you know, it sounds like it should be that 'failure in a creation of a[from the] mind is a failure in the mind.' "
"you just said sorry to the ants."
"yea i did"
"at home I wouldve just squashed the fuckers."
"haha yeah huh... (amused by irony) well i DID, cept I APOLOGIZED, you know" "right right"
"..."
"at my apartment we have this laundry room, its a fuckin sewage plant, its the storage area for portopotties I swear... anyway, the last time I went in there, I discovered a freaking stream of ants, countless, going from one corner of the wall, around the room to some piping and through a crack in the wall made for that piping. they were getting through the walls along the piping... thats probably how there are ants on the third floor."
"[nod]"
"you know, when we have pests, like, in our homes where we don't want them, its like they'll get in anyway. and we don't like them ... wwwwhhhhy, you know? im thinking that right now, if i were to build a building, i wouldn't want people pissing and desecrating my lawn, right, and I'd want it perfect, maintained perfectly. if i were to have ants, maybe the presence of the pests that get in through the cracks and crevices and the FAULTS of my perfect building tell me of my imperfect creation, and remind me of my own imperfection..."
"[smiling... nodding... chuckling... pointing in the air]"
"hey remember what you just said?"
"[questioning look]"
"after you said sorry to the ants... 'should sound like failure in a creation of the mind...' "
"uh..... shit.. . an insult in a creation of the mind as an insult to the mind... OH, failure in a creation of the mind is a fail ure IN the mind... [thinking, face in wonder awe astonishment]"
"[nod] heh, yeah. [affirmatively, as if proving a point, agreeing with other, pre-emptively"
"haha CRAZY man... crazy"
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doobin @ 5:36 AM
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