- #36
Dayle Record
- 318
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Raised in this Republic, that tries to parade around as a Democracy, we are raised with the idea that each of us can be a star, or a millionaire, or wonderful in some way. The potential is there. But what we really seem to want is this sameness and order, and predictability, for many reasons. As a group we don't really like to think that there are those that can read our minds, or know the future, or control our minds or have special abilities. Though we love meaty baseball players, and musicians, and models, these are all physical things, tangible things, that we can aspire to. The inner stuff, the intellect, or intuition, or brilliance, we all make use of those things that the inspired create. We are typing on machines, that most of us barely understand, because someone exceptional thought this up. Energy flies through the air, and comes to my cell phone, and my daughter is talking to me from a thousand miles away, water magically boils in my microwave. We take these things for granted, yet in many ways they are magic.
I think the world and the universe and their contents are completely in a state of flux, completely, though holding together because of the tendencies of inertia, or our lack of ability to fast forward the huge scene to watch it continuously falling apart and becoming something else. I think we are a part of that dynamic, on every level, there is no reason that we won't be picking up on the future, or things happening elsewhere at the same time, we do so mechanically in real time all the time. We are happening, just like the rest of the all is happening, and if we break out of our routine perceptions, sometimes there is brilliance or grace, or premonition. It is almost as if the cohesive river of our species moving into the future, needs for us to neither look backward or forward, to avoid some sort of stampede. I think of this as some sort of psychic inertia attendant to our species.
I think the world and the universe and their contents are completely in a state of flux, completely, though holding together because of the tendencies of inertia, or our lack of ability to fast forward the huge scene to watch it continuously falling apart and becoming something else. I think we are a part of that dynamic, on every level, there is no reason that we won't be picking up on the future, or things happening elsewhere at the same time, we do so mechanically in real time all the time. We are happening, just like the rest of the all is happening, and if we break out of our routine perceptions, sometimes there is brilliance or grace, or premonition. It is almost as if the cohesive river of our species moving into the future, needs for us to neither look backward or forward, to avoid some sort of stampede. I think of this as some sort of psychic inertia attendant to our species.