‘while each warrior thought of nothing but to kill the enemy and to defend himself, the poet was sharing the sufferings of both sides’ nizami
how to become a meta-programmer
‘when you are using a computer application, you do not see or care about the individual lines of code, unless you’re doing the coding yourself. This is what synchromysticism is about, becoming a meta-programmer.’
some guy named tommy commented this in response to a blog i follow. i think it is a perfect description of the usefulness of tuning into all these synchronicities, wherever you choose to use as your field. (i don’t watch tv or movies, but i always read the world like a book.)
a pattern playing hard to get
we love surrender
to the spaces in between.
to the spaces in between.
come play
“The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.” (Carl Jung)
“Try it, it’s so easy, why don’t you want to play? You know that’s how I talk to myself, when I’m all alone, I tell myself stories…actually, I live this way altogether.” (from Nadja)
d came back from costa rica
and said, in describing the new game he’s writing:
There
Are
Two
Conflicting
Legends;
Both
Of
Them
Are
True.
infer all you want
the mind is not inductive, as shakespeare’s contemporary francis bacon suggested thinking should be. we do not patiently wait for all available evidence before advancing as short an additional distance as possible to our conclusion. instead, we hastily construct inferences that reach well beyond what we find and that nevertheless, as in this case, thanks to the writer’s skill, hit home. p. 10 On the Origin of Stories: Evolution, Cognition and Fiction
if you let this chance go by
miss amelie or audie…
this could change everything, reprogram me completely, if in the end the signs of danger meant only pay attention: this is true (=beauty). (little girl…your heart isn’t made of glass…)
i see now
this story.
on seeing
Once
a single cell
found that it was full of light
and for the first time there was seeing
a single cell
found that it was full of light
and for the first time there was seeing
when
I was a bird
I could see where the stars had turned
and I set out on my journey
high
in the head of a mountain goat
I could see across a valley
under the shining trees something moving
deep
in the green sea
I saw the two sides of the water
and swam between them
I
look at you
in the first light of the morning
for as long as I can
l noelle mclaughlin 