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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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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

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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.

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The Importance of One Bird Running

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Happy Birthday Son-O-Mine. Sunday being your birthday, I am posting a birthday greeting, including a video, which appears to be photography in motion but which is described flippantly as (mere) animation. Not being as technologically equipped as are you, who earns his living with such knowledge, I am nevertheless excited and moved to manic inquisiosity* whenever I view or hear art that is a million times more real and produced a million times faster than would have been the case a few decades ago.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9zCEMEDWX0

About this stunning presentation of dozens of diving giraffes, my old eyes have gotten used to seeing such visual challenges but my brain will not stop until it either possesses answers or my heart has melted from the sadness I feel directly after the burst of pride that arises when I look at a thing and say to myself, “Only a handful of people on this planet understand what this is about and my son Bill is one of those”.

The sadness of course is the ensuing awareness of the space that separates us.

So back to the film of the diving giraffes; whatever the film makers did to make the diving film is a technique that appears to me to be the same process that was used in the first Jurassic Park film. Remember the scene where the scientist and his children hid behind a log while the stampeding herd of panicked, upright, ostrich-like lizards fled the hungry hunters from hell?

It appeared to me that the new age movie makers first taped a running sequence of some real ostriches and somehow separated the memory of the activity from the visible record. They could then (I think) combine the animated visible image of an imagined, computer-generated, individual animal and combine it with the invisible record of one bird running. After doing this a few times they could then start multiplying the results.

The same is probably true of the giraffes. They would have started with videos of people. The clue that got my attention is near the end, There are brief glimpses of giraffian facial expressions the nature of which reflect brain activity related to a thorough knowledge of language. Only humans of course, possess language and only humans can smirk, frown or smile, human gestures which I imagine must replace half of the words needed to convey an idea. (Too bad texters don’t realize this.)

Happy Birthday Billy Bob. I love you much more than a million smiles traveling a million miles per hour.
* Remember the long walks we took when you were a boy and we made up words? Later we created dumb melodies to properly convey the dumbness of the resulting argot? If you don’t remember that’s okay; I remember often enough for us both.

What About the In Between Stuff

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Sometimes I hear people say or I read words, the effect of which appears to pit the concepts of Love and Knowledge one against the other as though the pursuit of the Intellectual Life is exactly and irretrievably opposed to the pursuit of Happiness.

I then think to myself as I listen to those who are saying such things or as I read the lines of a misled author making this claim, reading and re-reading these words to my simple self several times, saying whoa, this must be wrong. And, I notice that the reason I think this thought is because way too many people believe this for this to be true.

I discovered one day, as I tried to describe to my inquisitive self, a God that I wasn’t even sure exists, that I needed information which could not be gained in the current manner, that manner being to repeat over and over the words of those who had gone before me, the words that I had been hearing and reading up till then.

As I began to question, I discovered reams of conflicting information, deciding eventually to discard these dissonant ideas at least temporarily, succeeding eventually in isolating two and only two Godly Attributes, deciding then and there that these two Heavenly Descriptors were Total Love and Total Knowledge.

I understood that Love and Knowledge were one in the same; each of these apparently different concepts were the historical description of God becoming God.

You may have noticed.

God, it appeared, had evolved as had everything else in the Universe and was currently viewing me from a point so far into the future that He (“He” being a convenient, albeit familiar pronoun) was viewing me from the start of all things, the Big, Big, Big, Big Bang.

To say that God evolved was only stating His Being from far into the future.

If viewed by looking back toward the beginning would be seen as Evolving. Or perhaps it is the other way around. But it doesn’t matter; the two views are identical. They only seem different because we cannot think, even for a second, without describing events with measurements of time.

Love and Knowledge are the same.

Beginning and End are the same.

Alpha and Omega are the same.

Creation and Evolution are the same.

You may have noticed.

I hadn’t noticed because I was motivated by Fear.

But one day I was Inspired by Love.

This is just the Beginning folks,,, or the end,,,, or somewhere in between.

From Leadership. A Love Story
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.

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