
2006.04.07 • 00:17 • 0 com
All spiritual analogies have become physic. There's a force in us that doesn't die along. The spiritual is a sort of energy. Everything is material. This lead us to a basic confusion: what are this analogies? Have even the actual things been defined?
Physics is the new standard abstract realm. It's frontiers are loosely defined but well calculated. To exactly what all this amount of calculus represents we aren't sure. But it sure moves things around and reorganizes things — in such extremes as to control the most minute and powerful spirits through its numbers.
But it also gives us a fully deterministic and nihilist perspective of being, at least when we rule necessary to cling to some of its underlying thesis such as realism or instrumentalism, the scientific shadow of idealism.
It's necessary to uphold the deepest and rigorous analysis in these matters. It would become clear no close-boundaries system of understanding can relate properly to (contingent) facts. Since no metaphysics have supplied us with non-contradictory or non-"self-evident" theory about this yet, we must have the utmost care as not to become entrapped by the same old philosophical fun and games.
Spiritual values are completely out of the reach of thinking. Yet, evidence on satori is abundantly clear. And thinking can be a proper subject such as no other. It is by thinking that clarity develops, until it reaches the other, through compassionate activity, and becomes "self-illuminated". It is weirdly sublime that physics has managed to steal even one of the fundamentally spiritual words: light.
Physics is the new standard abstract realm. It's frontiers are loosely defined but well calculated. To exactly what all this amount of calculus represents we aren't sure. But it sure moves things around and reorganizes things — in such extremes as to control the most minute and powerful spirits through its numbers.
But it also gives us a fully deterministic and nihilist perspective of being, at least when we rule necessary to cling to some of its underlying thesis such as realism or instrumentalism, the scientific shadow of idealism.
It's necessary to uphold the deepest and rigorous analysis in these matters. It would become clear no close-boundaries system of understanding can relate properly to (contingent) facts. Since no metaphysics have supplied us with non-contradictory or non-"self-evident" theory about this yet, we must have the utmost care as not to become entrapped by the same old philosophical fun and games.
Spiritual values are completely out of the reach of thinking. Yet, evidence on satori is abundantly clear. And thinking can be a proper subject such as no other. It is by thinking that clarity develops, until it reaches the other, through compassionate activity, and becomes "self-illuminated". It is weirdly sublime that physics has managed to steal even one of the fundamentally spiritual words: light.

Funniest mindless movie of the last few years. McLovin is the best, and the other guys grew on me.
In his job he needs to undervalue the suffering of others in order to make more money. Then there’s the smell, the ass and the eye. The degree of objectification of desire is in direct proportion to the self-debasement of the indulger. By degrading the other, he nullifies himself. The very indifference to the overjealous ones, the suppressed recalcitrant losers of the world, is what causes their victims to exist. Great disturbing movie.
A lost science fiction PBS movie with Taoist undertones is a real find, right? A guy discovers his dreams change reality—when he wakes up he finds himself in a world where the content of his dreams have actually happened. He of course gets scared after a couple of nightmares, seeks relief in drugs, and then, because of them, is lead to a psychiatrist. 
Here's for all the sissy Apple lovers out there... This is the ultimate design for my old Duron, which faithfully downloaded well over one terabyte (mostly movies, 1300+) always on 24/7/365 over the last four years. It also runs Apache and is a file and printer server, as well as a router for my home network (with four, also damn old and beautiful computers). Sometimes I dust it off with a vacuum cleaner.
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In imdb a user commented: "Annoying little transition into some sort of regurgitated independent film values finds this shallow project from Brad Silberling offering little and providing less in this embarrassingly exploitive work." I agree, yet it is still watchable — even more so if you understand how clichê is the fabricated spontaneity in it. It is as if independent movie has aquired its own hollywood-like formulaicism. So it kind of becomes an interestingly consumated aesthetic portrail of so many cult-status fabricated stylishness examples we see around. Many people liked 







