The mind is a compact, multiply connected thought mass with internal connections of the most intimate kind. It grows continuously as new thought masses enter it, and this is the means by which it continues to develop.


Perhaps the whole vortex of the great globe is vivified by a soul of the same kind, which is the reason why the laws of the system are observed, and all things are compensated. The whole world is one vortex vivified by God.


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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Illusion of Mere Survival or the Survival of Mere Illusion

If, dear reader, you might, ever and anon, feel compelled to poke your head above the common herd to assess, as it were, that its general direction is perhaps nothing short of impending disaster, then you might have some inkling that apparent "best practices" are less than worthless. That is, in Darwinian parlance, your very fitness for survival is merely an illusion, from whence you know not, leading irrevocably to the doom of your "species."

But isn't this the unspoken premise of the veritable ninety nine and forty-four one hundredth percent of what is staged day in and day out for your "viewing pleasure?" I mean who can argue with that which as clear as day for all to see? For, from time immemorial, as far as we were meant to know, has it not always been thus? Like incense from a swinging censor we do attempt to sleep and dream, with a forlorn hope that there is balm in Gilead.

Otherwise you have no choice but to kick against the pricks.

Goya The Inquisition Tribunal

Saturday, April 06, 2013

A Catastrophic Omission

This morning I have quite unexpectedly come across a rather salutary and risible astrophysics paper: "Felinic principle and measurement of the Hubble parameter." Of which Brahm's favorite author E.T.A. Hoffmann might have been somewhat amused with this anti-Enlightenment polemic's so called Felinic Principle, or at least his literary feline Tomcat Murr I am sure would. My only problem with this whole theory is of course that without taking into account the Boltzmann brain, just like the rather devastating refutation by Kurt Gödel of Bertrand Russell's logical symbols mess Principia Mathematica; I am afraid this whole cat and caboodle will be forever shamefully incomplete. Such a shame...but no need to cry over spilt milk one supposes.

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