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I THINK…

Lee Broom

I THINK

“I think, therefore I am” appears to have been replaced with “I think, therefore it must be true.” The first statement contains a conclusion which is self-evident.  The second contains a conclusion which though technologically correct awaits further information in order to be freed.

The “subject” that I am suggesting was implied in a lecture I attended at Arizona State University during the late Eighties, the speaker a researcher and professor of The History and Subsequent   Survival of International Religious Thought, of interest to me primarily as a set of clues explaining the art of language as perceived by those who regard the study of Linguistics as a Behavioral Science  devoted to the study of Design.

From my notes I would eventually come to expect robotic software which would exist with the intention to outline and ultimately  create complete story lines, novels and novellas which would be recognized as having been written in the style of famous authors. Within minutes of this awareness I realized that in order for this to be possible then the same could be said for the creation of technical manuals and information sources informing scholars and scholars-to-be, lecturing and pontificating on every known subject of human curiosity.

Within a few more minutes of imagination-free-fall, I realized that in order for such technical growth to occur the mechanical means for acquiring these skills would depend on truth and accuracy to be derived not from evidence but from imagined   data. The quality of information would be judged not on the evidence derived from scientific experimentation but upon popularity.

That day I believe, is already hard at work. The Internet Explorer is not just the name of a browser but the investigator who makes use of it, the most valuable information being the trail left by the Seeker of Truth rather than the fruit of the Information Stronghold at the end of the Statistical Rainbow; Patterson, the Author who offers to teach would-be writers of fanciful formulae is not Patterson at all but rather the Assimovian Approximation of Patterson who will have the capability of entertaining and informing the masses of the millennia to come, the question now being whether scientific growth will continue forward; will it follow the group-think example and grind such  growth into a grandiose accumulation of grandfatherly memoirs or will such survival be detectable only as the smirk of the grinless grump those skills being passed on to a thankless few?

Mini Me
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ee Broom

AN ALTERNATE VIEW

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When opinions reek of danger and

Outlooks collide,

When bias hisses,

When judgment derides,

When prejudice misses

The mark,

It is the absence of “Hark”,

The dark temptation to seekers of Truth.

Alle heil der abend

As last light fails

And discourse galls

The light of Reason.

And feeds on

The mindless nod of

A thousand, million heads.

Shall we do this cries the headman

Sure; whatever.

And then arrives

An alternate view

To an optimistic few.

And a rosier future

Prevails.

As autumn brings a withering reminder

Of thoughtless, irretrievable syllables

This new Ship sails

To sites and sounds unknown.

A few have grown

And risen above the moan

Of grieving masses.

Life as must, moves on.

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Lee Broom

 

A Less Than Perfect Explantation of Perfectionism

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Found in my email:

“ There would be no music if high C were the only note,
no art if spectrum red were the only color,
no joy in pleasure if pleasure were the only feeling — and paradoxically,
there would be no perfection without imperfection.” Anonymous.

Point 1: There would be lots of music with only one note. Ask any Native Australian didgeridoo musician.

Point 2: With only red there is still pink, white and noir; there is texture; there is sculpture and architecture and language is the greatest of all the arts.

Point 3: There is only one feeling; that is Love. Some say that there is another feeling called Fear. I say that Fear is Empty, the total absence of feeling. But what do I know?

Point 4: There is perfection. There has always been perfection; it is called Love. But since we are imperfect beings we shall never really know Love in this lifetime except in little snatches as we practice the behavior of Loving, which is doing for others what they cannot do for themselves, and assisting them in acquiring the knowledge and skills to do just that, expecting nothing in return. In this case we are not actually loving, we are being loved and that small loving moment is what makes life worth the experience.

The author also had this to say:

“What does this mean to me? Well, first it means that I don’t have to be perfect. All I have to do is grow at a pace natural to me –
and that is all I have a right to expect of others.”

Sounds right to me. Thank you. Funny thing about this post is that by pointing out the imperfection of those four perfectionist points, I, like the author I am quoting, am making my own attempt at being perfect in order to overcome perfection. Wow, Perfect, absolutely Perfect.

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Originally Posted on January 23, 2012 by Lee Broom

Soylent green and the Tattooed Man

 

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With the onset of vulgarity we said goodbye to subtlety and with it curiosity, the most fundamental intellectual component of human existence. Ozzie and Harriet were replaced by the Simpsons and the tattooed man on the midway gave way to Grandma with her permanently shaded eyelids and four-year-old great granddaughters with pierced ears and navels. When I was very young my mother sometimes covered my eyes when we went to the movies. The next day I’d ask my friends what I missed. It was usually either a nearly naked Betty Grable or a Nazi death camp.

The search for role models by American Youth now produces heroes with prison records and rappers whose vocabularies seem to favor four letter words and an alphabet that frequently gets stuck on the seventh letter. American slang is reflective of prison and street society. That segment of the population which receives free food, free rent and now free cell phones is not shrinking; it is growing at a rate much greater than that of the overall population and as the snowball effect becomes more visible the resulting influence of the values of the indolent victimizes middle class American youth and by the doing, all of American Society.

In a few years the current rate of moral and ethical regression may have our country on its knees.

(Dang, my monthly supply of Soylent Green* is nearly out. These crackers are made from people, you know. Oh well.)

Perhaps we’ll come back in future centuries as something better. Our DNA will be much improved. We will have a respectable quota of aborted fetuses, providing us with the genetic assistance for morphing into something so much better. Our bodies will be muscular and long limbed, those limbs and organs replacing and healing themselves, often without medical assistance. And Soylent Green will have come and gone. Sunday will become once again a day of rest for that is when we will eat and sleep. On Saturday night we will play. We will treat our no longer aging bodies to sexual romps with friends and family. On Sunday morning we will plug in to a machine at our bedside which will keep us asleep and well fed until Monday morning. We will acquire all the rest and nutrients necessary for the rest of the week. And with raging hormones we will then continue on our competitive path, no longer content with Football or Hockey. Large carnivorous beasts will have long since been released back into society at large. They will hunt us and we will hunt them. Ahhh. Progress.

*Soylent Green is a 1973 American science fiction film directed by Richard Fleischer and starring Charlton Heston, and in his final film, Edward G. Robinson.

 

A Less Than Perfect Explantation of Perfectionism

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Found in my email:

“ There would be no music if high C were the only note,
no art if spectrum red were the only color,
no joy in pleasure if pleasure were the only feeling — and paradoxically,
there would be no perfection without imperfection.” Anonymous.

Point 1: There would be lots of music with only one note. Ask any Native Australian didgeridoo musician.

Point 2: With only red there is still pink, white and noir; there is texture; there is sculpture and architecture and language is the greatest of all the arts.

Point 3: There is only one feeling; that is Love. Some say that there is another feeling called Fear. I say that Fear is Empty, the total absence of feeling. But what do I know?

Point 4: There is perfection. There has always been perfection; it is called Love. But since we are imperfect beings we shall never really know Love in this lifetime except in little snatches as we practice the behavior of Loving, which is doing for others what they cannot do for themselves, and assisting them in acquiring the knowledge and skills to do just that, expecting nothing in return. In this case we are not actually loving, we are being loved and that small loving moment is what makes life worth the experience.

The author also had this to say:

“What does this mean to me? Well, first it means that I don’t have to be perfect. All I have to do is grow at a pace natural to me –
and that is all I have a right to expect of others.”

Sounds right to me. Thank you. Funny thing about this post is that by pointing out the imperfection of those four perfectionist points, I, like the author I am quoting, am making my own attempt at being perfect in order to overcome perfection. Wow, Perfect, absolutely Perfect.

Originally Posted on January 23, 2012 by Lee Broom

On Knowing

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“I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief.” -Gerry Spence

 

 

Buddha (563 B.C.- 483 B.C)

Do not believe what you have heard.

Do not believe in tradition just because it is handed down from many generations.

Do not believe in anything just because it has been spoken of many times.

Do not believe simply because the words come from some old sage.

Do not believe in conjecture.

Do not believe in authority or teachers or elders.

But after careful observation and analysis, when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it.

On Knowing

012

“I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief.” -Gerry Spence

 

 

Buddha (563 B.C.- 483 B.C)

Do not believe what you have heard.

Do not believe in tradition just because it is handed down from many generations.

Do not believe in anything just because it has been spoken of many times.

Do not believe simply because the words come from some old sage.

Do not believe in conjecture.

Do not believe in authority or teachers or elders.

But after careful observation and analysis, when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it.

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