No one dies badly
Why spend life fearing just that:
“The hell, man? You mean this entire time…?!” -my feet, in barefoot shoes.
Leave behind reason, leave behind rhyme,
Because every season comes in time
“Pay attention to what is front in front of your face, for everything hidden will be revealed in time”
If waiters cut people off like bartenders: “whoa buddy, looks like you've had a little bit too much to eat. You should go home before you get a debilitating heart disease & diabetes”
Let me tell you about the tomorrow I’m going to:
When everyone with a voice sings with the air passing through them -
When everyone with feet dances on them -
When strangers are people who have never seen each other before -
When starships weave through dancing planets -
When no canvas is too big -
When the skies send back thanks -
When every street is filled with music – where the music never plays over itself -
When you can sing along to songs you’ve never heard before and never get written down
When we all know it ends but we don’t stop it -
When people go barefoot and don’t worry about broken glass -
When we never stop writing
and the perfecting keeps on going -
When we learn to forgive every wrong because one day we’ll do it all again just so we can get back Now
We are thrown into a story we know nothing of:
In infancy we internalize our fate that this will be forever
& by the time we toddle we teethe on terror to grow accustomed to its taste.
In kindergarten we clash with kin and ferment in folly,
furthering our futures as we believe them fated to be.
By adolescence we grow antagonistic against the Ancient and hope to avoid Adulthood when we grow up – an infant again.
I know no more.
I don’t want happiness; I can’t want grief. I will not return to the womb.
I must disappear entirely to become anything but what I resigned myself to become.
I will water the creeping myrtle with my weeping and become the Earth once more.
I don't yet know what I know, but I'm looking forward to finding it out
I'm not saying being passive-aggressive is bad, but I really wish certain people wouldn't do it, if you know what I mean.
Infinital signature encrypted into digital by hands with ten fingers,
dimensional arrays rearranged and codified still linger
in a format so familiar: language -
magic meanings manifested sounds agreed upon scratches,
left behind in clay tablets, on papers, in spinning disks and the bits of the supernature
one meaning woven through every word,
one translation for every tongue,
one letter to every lingua:
the letters drawn by lines between the stars
say the same as the letters between the lines
say the same as the lives lived out on lines all coming back
to the point we’ll never know we left
Icarus touched the sky and dreamed of living there
He bound the sun in rocket wings with feathers burning air
Icarus tasted space and sanctioned a station high
Within her sway tried hiding from the ancient Mother’s eye
Left the calling hunger sung chronically for Love
Forever falling hung geosynchronally above
With borrowed breaths he burrowed to new abyssal deeps
Scraped sand from Tranquility’s shores and took it home to keep
Then stars of far-flung cities indicted his apostasy
Bid him back to ground with the loving arm of gravity -
What once bound him held now his hound of hell
It was not the sun that killed him but his plunge back to the sea
Do you fear death? If you know the reason why/not, what is it?
Today is April 2
http://www.tylershuster.com/today-begins-the-long-today/ – something like what goes through my head these days
Today began with an email from Amazon stating that my trade-in had been rejected because of “Major cracks or dents” – on an iPad that had not left my hands with either. UPS could not be reached for comment. On the way to work my tire popped – thankfully at the bottom of a big hill. While walking, I received a text from a colleague informing me that I would need to wait a further (1 day late already) few hours to pick something up from him. But my mood will not be soured. The day is long and every moment is new.
My current reading material primarily consists of two hefty volumes: Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid, and The Nag Hammadi Scriptures, a collection of gnostic texts. They have a lot to do with each other, more than their scribes imagined, I think. GEB exposes the origins of consciousness in inanimate matter and the Gnostic scriptures go a little further back. My parallel reading of them was unintentional. in my mind I can see their convergence. There will be words one day to describe their similarities. GEB is not inherently materialistic but implies that something about the limitations of consciousness. (I look forward to seeing its claims about the consciousness of the universe.) In the gnostic scriptures I see where GEB’s assertions could fit but the connection is as tenuous as any stretched over 2,000 years and a language barrier.
I know that the reconciliation of religious principles and the “scientific” or materialistic/quantifiable-observationalistic mindset is possible, but it cannot come from either direction. I saw a recent Reddit comment describing the religious mindset like a detective who knows the cause of a crime before investigating and fits every evidence to that cause. It wasn’t wrong. But generalizing a mindset is. No person is an ideal that they represent. The Truth is, one mindset works from the beginning (causal/scientific) and the other from the end (religious) – but both are stuck eternally in the Now. Neither has any ability over the other to actually perceive anything else, regardless of their claim. And yet people still claim that someone who came at Now from a different direction is wrong because they describe a different sight. (Not even to discuss that both ideals claim the beginning and end as being the same.)
The problem comes from the Human difficulty to see non-dualistically. A dualistic viewpoint (or just, viewpoint) renders one thing as being non-real because something else is real. But that presumes arrogantly that any human has ever conceived of something non-real. All our conceptions are twisted & knotted reflections of reality and can never “jump out of the system” (GEB). Of course, even non-dual and dual perspectives exist as a continuum. It would be awfully dual to state otherwise. Everyone admits, whether they classify themselves as “religious” or “scientific” that there is only one Reality whose depths they are trying to plumb. And yet when pressed most people will say there are people who are “just wrong” or any variant thereof implying that a real person has had a non-real experience. How silly!
What I want to write, at the end of the day, is something reconciling these long-separated brothers. It seems that the framework already exists in writing and the two texts I’m reading represent the self-identified sides of this struggle. The most difficult part will be refraining from antagonism and genre. Categorizing people rather than giving specific examples is the quickest way to turn off receptivity. To speak generally about everything without speaking generically about anything – truly a difficult task, but I hope to train for the long task ahead of me.
I’ve been going through the process of minimalizing my life as part of this training. To see the world in the clearest light possible requires as few distractions as possible, and to be genuine to the principles I espouse. The process of becoming genuine involves significant reduction. It is easy to be many things if you don’t worry about how their ideals reconcile. For me, this involves much physical reduction: giving or disposing that which does not serve my best interests, and exercism (sic) of unneeded bodily baggage. It also involves the trimming of habits – video games, web browsing (the wave to surf has broken and lies soaking into the plains), and other distractions. I am still messy with many attachments but the day is long and God is faithful to complete every good work.
My name is Tyler Shuster. I live in Northern California where I write and develop the Web. This is my personal website and an archive of thoughts I publish. The posts below have been imported from my Tumblr blog.
Write what you know; know what you are, for you are the universe inside itself!
Jealousy a shell around the light of the illimitable Lord / One crack in the skin and the birthing begins
I learned today that “Sell by” and “Best by” dates are unregulated and therefore determined by the manufacturer. I also learned that Americans throw away 160 billion pounds of food each year. Now you've learned those facts too.
“…the ignorance of whoever was ignorant of the Father was of his own making, whereas that which gave them knowledge about him was a power from him enabling them to attain it”
Either the dichotomy is false,
I'm baaAack – adding to the statistic that no one stays away from Facebook for long. It's been good being away and I've learned things, the first of which is that my problem with Facebook was not the site: it was with me. I'm better equipped to deal with what it presents now, and I'm looking forward to engaging in the larger conversation with this lovely group of people.