The All That is Nothing

We will be able to reproduce our bodies

if we are only brain.

If we are only brain

we don't need a body, because

if we have lived the life,

and truly experienced it, 

living it

fully,

we can imagine what it would be like to do those things

and we wouldn't have to be there.

1.

This thought came to me when,

in a vaguely herbal state,

I was standing in front of my stove

thinking: "time to turn on the stove."

And I saw my arm reach out

from my body and press

the imitation button button

on the stove top.

And then my mind went somewhere else,

for a relatively long period of time.

When I returned to the stove

I was suprised it wasn't on.

I had seen the action so clearly.

I had imagined, in my mind, an action

that I've completed so many times with my body

that I knew so well;

I projected an image of my arm turning on the stove

so truthful

that I thought I had actually done the act.

But I hadn't.  The oven was cold as a tomb,

so I had to actually use my arm

and finger

to turn it on.

But the fact was: that act was there;

my mind moved so vividly

I believed that the representation

of the act was the act itself.

My imagination had that much substance.

Then I thought: if we could find

a way that I (or anyone) could 

train the brain and

connect my thoughtprocess

(which is only electricity)

with the electric (ie: radio) wave

emitted from my 

part gas/part electric stove,

then we wouldn't really

need to use

our arms anymore.  

Our arms, after all, are only

an imitation of a compulsion

within us to reach, to make

contact with

Thing That Does.

The Thing That Does is whatever object

we created on this earthly plane to help us manifest

either a.) ethereal aspects of God or

b.) those acts we have to do to stay on the planet.

The Thing That Does, by the way

is the inverse representation of

The Thing That Does Not.

The physical place we occupy,

and all its disparate parts,

ie: the kitchen

the apartment

the shoe

the body,

aka

The All That Is Something

are, when functioning collaboratively, the inverse representation

of the

All That Is Nothing.

2.

Different creatures interact

with the All That Is Nothing

in different ways.

Cats, for instance, live on

the margins of the

All That Is Something

and the

All That Is Nothing:

they respect.

They have little to say, 

and their thoughts are elegantly simple;

they know that different aspects of the 

All That Is Something

sustain their physical lives,

so they seek them out,

for sustenance: that is

the essence of the predator.

The predator is one who

lives in that margin,

who knows that the All 

That Is Something

is really Nothing 

but a veneer - a couterpoint -

to the truth: Nothing

which is,

yeah,

Everything.

(Now if you've gotten this far and this makes an iota of sense, I thank you.  You may want to go back to my earlier entries on the palindrome, mirrors,  and creation.  This one echoes many of the ideas found there.)

Because Nothing is the Everything

we seek.

If we can slip inside the glove of nothing

we will become the everything,

and our physical presence

will be made manifest

on the Mirror of Our Desire To Fully See Ourselves.

Honesty is the key.

3.

If, in this human life, you live honestly,

then when you pass into death, you will

be able to look in the 

mirror

that divides the two,

life and death,

and you will see your truthful life

(the mirror never lies)

and look back and say

I was always honest to my 

essential self

in this life.  And when

I made mistakes, I admitted them;

I don't need to go back; 

and do it over

I can be nothing and something

and be absolutely content,

knowing 

that while I lived in this physical body,

I used it justly.

4.

Yes, I am talking reincarnation,

because reincarnation is the only

explanation

for what's going on here.

We come back and come back and come back

into this realm of the 

reproduction 

(don't forget: we ARE the reproduction, and reproduction

is the norm on the physical plane;

it is how we sustain ourselves here.)

So we keep coming back,

reproducing ourselves

in so many different forms,

and challenging ourselves

to do better,

to help the God who is our Creator

see himself.

We're living in the mirror,

and we can either live through the breaking of the mirror, again,

which won't be a hell of a lot of fun,

(and it might even feel like hell, for awhile)

or we can live through

the absolute act

of cohering the parts,

of making ourselves

a total representation of all the 

aspects of God that we,

in this incarnation,

chose to represent.

The most successful way of cohereing the parts

is to develop the brain and the heart.

Because the brain and the soul live on 

after the body is gone.

The brain and the heart are the essence

of God;

God is mind, logic and knowledge

and the creative impulse

combined and working

in harmony.

The body, as I've said 

before,

is just the avatar

that we chose to use

while we dwell on

the Plane of Brokenness.

Our brain is our most

Godlike aspect;

Our bodies were just built from

dirt - the materials of the physical realm -

to carry the brain and the heart around

while it's here.

David Byrne: Everything That Happens Will Happen today

Posted out of respect

to a fabulous

musical

effort:

 

Return to Genesis: Babel

It's been a little while since I've thought about

the Book of Genesis,

which happens to be my most favorite book

of all time.

I mean, think about it:

it has everything in it: 

murder,

lust, 

rape,

a big ol' flood, 

destruction,

regeneration,

incest,

war,

and that wonderful story about the Tower of Babel.

Now, I wasn't planning on talking about

the Tower of Babel,

but I'm compelled to talk about it:

2.

I was visiting some Jewish friends last week, and they invited me to go to synagogue with them for the singing of the Book of Ruth.  It was the celebration of Shavuot, but my friend also called it Pentecost.  And so we discussed what Pentecost is in the Christian Church, and what Shavuot is to the Jews.  For Jews, Pentecost is the fiftieth day after Passover, as it is for the Christians.  For Jews, Pentecost celebrates a harvest, and that is one of the reasons they read the Book of Ruth.  It is also the commemoration of God giving the Torah (including the Ten Commandments) to his people, and a few other things as well.

I must confess that when I recounted my understanding of what the feast of Pentecost celebrates in Christianity, it was burdened by my own interpretation: when I think of Pentecost I think of those pictures of the apostles with tongues of fire over the heads, sort of as if they had just been transformed into Bic lighters.  I don't mean to be disrespectful, it's simply that that's the best description I could come up with for this image that was ingrained in my mind so long ago:

( wikipedia pentecost )

Now, I know this has something to do with the Holy Spirit descending upon the Apostles; along with that, the thing I recall most readily about the celebration of Pentecost is that the disciples began to speak in tongues --

And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance. And there were dwelling at Jerusalem Jews, devout men, out of every nation under heaven. Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded, because that every man heard them speak in his own language (Acts 2: 1-6)

 --

This always makes me think of the other moment of "confounding" in the Old Testament, the story of the Tower of Babel:

(Eikongraphia   very nice blog)

And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech.

And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelt there.

And they said one to another, Come, let us make brick, and burn them thoroughly.  And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for mortar.

And they said, Come, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.

And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded.

And the Lord said, Behold the people are one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be withheld from them, which they have imagined to do.

Come, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one antoher's speech.

So the Lord scattered them abroad from there upon the face of all the earth: and they ceased building the city.

Therfore is the name of it called Babel, because the Lord did there confound the language of all the earth; and from there did the Lord scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

(Genesis, book 11)

What is odd in the Christian Pentecost story is that humans become confounded

when the Disciples are able to speak

other

languages,

to communicate across the divide produced 

at the destruction of the Tower of Babel.

So how does one confoundment

cancel

another confoundment out?

In my limited limitless wisdom,
I declared to my Jewish friends:
the Christian version of Pentecost provides

the antedote

for Babel.

The Christian story of Pentecost suggests a power

that is capable of counteracting

the confoundment that resulted

when the totality of 

humanity

was rent asunder

because they were getting too big for their britches

too quickly.

It's another case of the negative meeting the positive;

another case of

the palindrome.

The First Tower

that was built

at Babel

was foolishness -
it was like a child
trying to build a structure
out of blocks
to reach his father's
tool bench.
It was

a physical attempt

to do something

that was physically impossible.

Notably,
the power  of the Holy Sprit
is born

on something that is 

not necessarily

physical

but is, rather,

the opposite

of physical.

Would it be too corny

to say that

the antedote to 

the physical destruction

of Babel

is love?

Anyhooo,

my Jewish friends liked that story of Pentecost

quite a bit,

but I now look at the literature and see

that that's really simply
my interpretation.

But I think it's a fairly cool

interpretation, 

nonetheless.

3.

Notably,

in our disparate,

different

corners of the earth,

we continue to try to build those buildings:

What does it mean to build a large building?

Many would call it some sort of

phallic obsession:

( environmentalgrafitti )

Look at it another way:

maybe our continued construction

(and demolition)

of large monumental buildings

is actually an

ongoing

re-enactment of the performance

at Babel

where a people tried to

"make themselves a name"

For humans to try

to make for themselves a 

name

in the Story ofGenesis

is for humans

to step into the role

of God,

which they were never really supposed to do.

Our task has always been

to present a likeness of God,

not to be 

God.

I have a vague thought, then,

that if we really want to restore

the power and unification of human souls

that existed before Babel,

we're not going to do it with a building;

we're not going to do it with anything tangible --

we'll do it with the intangible.

Could the counterpart,

the antedote

to the Tower of Babel

be

the internet?

4.

This is not at all what I thought I would write today.

And it's halting - not a real pure

channeling.

My own individual mind

got too much 

in the way.

That, and that glorious sun,

belting down

outside my window.

You know the years
can pass by,
one after another,
but one thing remains constant:
the earth and her seasons.

What a beautiful day

Hope yours is too.

with love

from 

Makropoulos

meanwhile, the planet bubbles on . . . .

lest we forget,

Mt. Eyjafjallajokull

is still rumbling:

(see Dailymail )

This is the volcano working in concert with the Northern Lights.

The most awesome concert I've seen in awhile.

Thanks to the blogger Ravings of a Semi-Sane Madwoman for introducing me to this

Makropoulos & The Angel of History

1.

The date that I claim as my birthday in this current

era of my life is also reported to be the day on which

Walter Benjamin chose to die.

Not in the same year, mind you.

Many sources report that Benjamin died 9/27/1940.

I claimed my current identity 18 years later, on 9/27

precisely.

This is a neat date because it's really

a repetition of the same number:

9

Ten is the number of absolute completion,

but nine is the number of accomplishments 

coming close to completion;

it is a very human number:

it wants to celebrate its 

accomplishments,

but it's not perfect

yet.

Nine is a mysterious number;

a number of plenty;
the number of months
a human female nurtures a child
inside her body,

it is a Motzkin number (I never knew

that before);

It is voluptuous, a triple three,

a shade away from etenity,

yeah,

9 is me.

2.

Walter Benjamin is best known for a couple of things:

He wrote a very influential essay called "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction," which I'll talk about later this week.  I hope.

What I'd like to talk about a little right now is his article called "Theses on the Philosophy of History," because it is directly related to the character of Makropoulos:

(see wikipedia on "The Turk")

The First Thesis by Benjamin:

The story is told of an automaton constructed in such a way that it could play a winning game of chess, answering each move of an opponent with a countermove. A puppet in Turkish attire and with a hookah in its mouth sat before a chessboard placed on a large table. A system of mirrors created the illusion that this table was transparent from all sides. Actually, a little hunchback who was an expert chess player sat inside and guided the puppet’s hand by means of strings. One can imagine a philosophical counterpart to this device. The puppet called ‘historical materialism’ is to win all the time. It can easily be a match for anyone if it enlists the services of theology, which today, as we know, is wizened and has to keep out of sight.

Makropoulos - this cyber-facade behind which I hide - is nothing more than a Mechanical Turk - an apparatus constructed to move the pieces of a complex narrative I'm trying to weave about history, time, mirrors and theology.

(from: Benjamin, barglow.com )

Benjamin's Thesis number IX  (yeah, that's right, that's a nine):

Mein Flügel ist zum Schwung bereit, ich kehrte gern zurück, denn blieb ich auch lebendige Zeit, ich hätte wenig Glück. Gerherd Scholem,  ‘Gruss vom Angelus’

(My wing is ready for flight,  
I would like to turn back.
If I stayed timeless time, 
I would have little luck. )

A Klee painting named ‘Angelus Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such a violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.

Makropoulos is the Angel of History: a textual incarnation of a literary figure who has been wearily plodding from lifetime to lifetime, not because she has artfully avoided death, but rather, because she has been unable to die.

She watches the wreckage gather.  It horrifies her, and gives her great pain.  She has seen the causes of the wreckage, she has seen them in a continual cycle.  And it wearies her and worries her.  All she can do is write.  It is true, she seeks to "awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed." 

3.

A woman burdened with 424 years of life, and a library of knowledge and experience
in her head
is inherently historical,
even if she does not want to be.
Her every word is
historical,
even if she does not want it to be.

Her - I mean my impulse to speak of history,

and especially the beginning of history,

parrallels the compulsion to

retain the image of the past which unexpectedly appears to a man

(or woman)

singled out by history 

at a moment of danger.

The danger affects both the content of the tradition

and its receivers.

A moment of danger surrounds us,

so apparent in the Signs of the Times:

in the Gulf bleeding oil,

in the thoughtless wars

and thoughtless deaths,

fueled by greed for oil

that bleeds in the Gulf,

in the mutant fish washing up on 

beaches all over the world,

in the plunging stock market

in the howl of my deaf cat,

in the chatter of the birds,

in each human's insistent urge to serve their selfish needs:

these are the symptoms

of dangerous times.

3a.

I don't want to be interpreted

as apolocalyptic, 

not in the sense of those who

forecast gloom.

But neither can I advocate

complacency,

because complacency is the most

sinful of sins.

So is pretending this is all a 

passing phase,

or trying to get things back

to the way they were.

Those are errant games,

and they assure an

ongoing reign

of evil.

They are, for lack of a better word,

the manifestation

of the presence of Antichrist.

We, all of humanity, are

in essence,

the embodiment of Antichrist.

Our continued collective destruction

of each other

and of the planet

embodies the destructive force 

that all of history has feared.

Likewise, collectively,

we can be 

the Messiah,

if we develop 

our minds and our actions

towards our own

peaceful advancement and preservation.

Jesus will come as the Scholar in the Age of the Grid,

if we all opt to be scholars.

The Messiah comes not only as the redeemer,

he comes as the subduer of Antichrist

Only the historian will have 

the gift of fanning the spark of hope in the past

who is firmly convinced that 

even the dead will not be safe from the enemy

if he wins (Benjamin, Theses on the Philosophy of History,

thesis number VI)

. . . and a child shall lead them . . . .

Someone sent me this video:

This child is an adult today.

When a child says this,

she is labeled bright, 

precocious,

idealistic,

and everyone smiles

and sheds a tear

for their own lost innocence.

But at least we listen to her.

I am a grown woman
my feet have passed through many doors
on this planet.
When I spoke like this
to my last boyfriend,
he laughed at me,
as if I was a naieve fool.

Sometimes, in the West,

we also listen to the
wise from the East,
who understand
what we want to hear:




Or we listen to elderly, saintly 

Indian women

who carry the burden of being

thoughtful, caring 

Christian adults

for all of us

(despite the fact that they are rarely

members of any recognized christian assembly).

But (in the popular Western mind, we believe)

they can't really be credible;

after all, this woman

lives in such a backwards, crowded land

and she almost looks like she has no gender.

So we let them live
their lives of sacrifice,
and take comfort from the fact
we mouth agreement with them,
and send them a little money
every now and then.

When an adult man speaks in a manner like this,

he is labeled a fool:

Well, I've watched this world

decline

in the hands of men

who would have us believe

that children,

saintly third-world women,

and vegetarian congressmen

are misdirected.

Throughout the 20th Century,

I was willing to listen

to the war mongers

because I was mad

at myself, and felt that

annihilation

was the only solution.

But now I can see that

the dream of annihilation

can be all too true,

and it is not

what God intended.

We need to start listening

to the innocent

and the misdirected

now

before it's too late.

No place like nowhere

. . . . . which is everywhere.

Everywhere we live

is no where,

yet we make it somewhere in our life's experience --

Or let's put it another way:

every day

we wake up

and somewhere,

deep inside our guts

we know

we'll be lucky if we get through that day

alive.

Do you ever feel that way?

Every day we face

thousands of dangers

and threats

to our very lives;

and if we're lucky

we survive.

After all, we're all only

animals, and

if we had not become 

wise,

we would have remained animals,

in large part, and lived and died

like animals, who more or less recognize

and resign themselves

the cycle of the organism:

we move from physical life to spiritual life and back again,

in a constant

regenerative

cycle.

However,

because we are the most

vulnerable

of animals,

hu-mans built homes and

killed animals and plants and trees

so they could preserve their physical lives.

The more we hu-mans became aware

of the distance of time between life and death

(between being in a physical state and dreaming a physical state),

the more we grew to fear death,

and the more we imposed ourselves

on the lifecycle of other creatures on the planet.

(from:  hurstwick )

(wikipedia dugout )

( picturetrail )

The problem is

in each new stage of our

"civilization" -

ie: our ability to preserve the life

of our species,

we moved further and further

from the organism we are part of.

In our ticky-tacky life,

life becomes predictable,

and so we seek

more dangers

more challenges,

so we can feel

the quick of life

otherwise we're numb

 And this is why we seek out adventures.

We do it to remind ourselves that we are living dangerous lives;

every single day is a dangerous life.

We've sanitized our planet so much

that we don't even know that anymore

*

Artists live dangerous lives.

They dare to look at their environment honestly;

politicians, too

live dangerously.

But so does the busdriver

and the race car driver,

and the butcher

and the salesman,

and the mother

and the child,

and the teacher

and the student -

all seek something different, something that could challenge

their very existence;

they face their challenge,

and make it part of themselves.

Some choose to watch

the brave

make the challenge

and succeed.

We are the spectators,

who seek out the daredevils

who live right on the edge

of this life and the next.

We live in a world of too much spectatorship.

Too many people

are merely watching, while

only a few 

take the risk,

acknowledging

our immortality.

Who are you?

There's No Place Like Nowhere - Rhode Island Monthly - June 2010 - Rhode Island

John Lennon lovers, read on:

There's No Place Like Nowhere - Rhode Island Monthly - June 2010 - Rhode Island

Makropolis is a diva, remember, II

Remember:

Makropulos is a diva,

and in that sense,

she is every diva who has ever sung Makropulos.

The only problem is,

Makropulos doesn't think

the Opera,

Vĕc Makropulos, 

is very lyrical, musically,

but she - I mean I - respects every soprano

who has ventured to sing it,

indeed, I am every soprano

who has ever

sung the part of me,

such as this woman, Marie Collier:

Collier sang the opera on a couple occasions, 

including a 1971 recording of it.

That was the year Marie Collier died.

It's possible that singing my opera made that happen.

And here I am, living on, much to my dismay.

But I loved Marie Collier in the role of me,

and here I am, in the role of Marie Collier,

singing Vissi D'Arte  from Tosca

Don't be afraid of it, watch it.

She is me, and I am her,

just like

as I said,

I am all divas.

In fact, here is another, a much younger

soprano named Nina Warren,

in what looks to me to be a really

interesting production 

of my opera:

Janacek's The Makropulos Affair:

Here are some close-ups of her as me, or me as her.

I like her as me,

she looks like me and she sings the role of me

exactly as I would sing it.

What the heck,

she is me,

and I am her:

 

Three In One

1.

(from rtjones  - nice blog )

The human being, is in essence

the representation of the three of God's most ineffable,

most unmanifestable

aspects

Our bodies, don't forget, are just really the vehicles

that those three aspects live in

while living on 

planet earth.  

At the time of Creation

(the First Fall)

it was found

by the Almighty

slightly by accident

that he could better represent himself

in his constituent parts

than he could as a whole

because

to represent himself as a whole

would be to represent

the Everything

Twice

and that's just impossible.

Because Everything Cannot Be doubled.  

So the only way he could create

the Everything

was to create the Nothing

because

the Everything and the Nothing

contain the same things

at the same time.

Because in order for their to be

No Thing

You have to know the

Every Thing

2.

It's the place of the double negative,

the place of the palindrome:

The place where the left and the right meet

Where the mirror image meets

that which is reflected.

We look up into space, and we see No Thing

Because during the time we occupy our bodies

we contain Every Thing;

when we move to the realm of the everything

these bodies are nothing.

It's funny:

we think our soul mates

are people just like us;

when in fact it makes the most sense

for a soul mate to be a mirror

opposite.

(2a. - read through 3, read 2a, then return to 2a;

read through 2, 2a, and 3 and then whatever. . . )

3.

Let me please get back to the point I began with:

every individual human

embodies

the three most ineffible aspects of God,

and remember, as I said

a couple days ago,

the reason our bodies are so damned beautiful

is because

he loves these aspects of himself

the most.

We are the most sacred, because we are the closest to No Thing

The three most unrepresentable aspect of God

that we are obliged

to contain within us

are imitated within each on of us -

in our personalities.

They are:

God the Creator

God the Father or Ruler

God the Child

Thus, each one of us has at least these three aspects

of our personalities.

2a.

And wouldn't it be interesting

if our soul mate shared one 

essential aspect - the Child -

but was the exact opposite 

of OurSelves in one or two

of our other aspect??????

Then, when we meet back

in heaven, for lack of a

better word, we know we

would be everything.

EVERYTHING

both the positive & the negative;

we would be perfect.

A soul that has reached the end of its human path,

in terms of reincarnation, is generally a very lonely

soul, because they have reached a point in their 

evolution where they know the biggest challenge they

could give to themselves on this earthly plan

would be to make their earthly double

their exact opposite,

with one

qualification:

they would

share the

same Child,

because

the child

is the essence of our earthly, heavenly being.

4. 

I was talking to my sister tonight.

She was telling me about her old

childhood friend, who I'll simply call

OldFriend.  OldFriend was always a bit

of a rebel. She ran away from home

at 16; left home for Alaska at 19 or so.

I don't know middle years, because

my sister lost contact.  Somewhere in

there, OldFriend met a man (Oh, I should

mention, OldFriend was always a knock-out;

her voluptuous body always made me shudder

and feel inadequate.  But OldFriend had troubles

with men, as we all do.  Anyway, OldFriend met

a man, a foreign man.  She married him;

they produced three daughters, with the help

of a test-tube. OldFriend lives with the man, her 

husband and the father of her three daughters who look

nothing alike, sometimes.  Other times, she's running.

Away from something, towards something; who knows.

She bring her girls with her,  Right now they're doing it

in an RV.  OldFriend showed up at my sister's house; the 

girls are now around 14, and they've been home-schooled for

the past 4-5 years.  Clueless.  (so sis says)  And angry; they

all wear their hair really short and don't bathe much.  One of them seemed to really

like my sister, and smiled and was kind to her.  And thanked

her for lunch, for a walk, for hospitality.  The other two refused

all kindness.  They did not speak or look at her.  Of the three, one is more 

mannish; one has a few learning disabilities (she's the one who

liked my sister); one is I-Don't-Remember-What, but she was

different. As sister told me about them, and their stand-offish

yet happy-to-see-you mother, I said, "her daughters are the three

primary aspects of OldFriend, and only one of them likes you."

Sister laughed, because she knew I was right.  There was a a part of

OldFriend who always liked being with my fussy sister, but most of the time,

OldFriend didn't want to have much to do with her.  I remember that from our

childhood.

Using my equation from above, about how each of us are imitating the three most

ineffable aspects of God in ourselves, one might venture to guess that 

OldFriend's three personalities, embodied so fully in her daughters

are the Father, which is a wanderlust, the Creator, who may be the girl who likes 

my sister, and the Child is the other, who 

my sister said was the nasty girl.  But the girl who likes 

my sister may also be the Child, because my sister is an Eternal Child.

We each have these Three Aspects, 

but in some of us, one of the aspects

is more pronounced than the other. 

We all have an element of the Father,

the ruler; we all have an element of

the Creator; we all have an element

of the Child.

To find someone who is completely compatible is so difficult,

because a completely compatible person has to be compatible

in all three of these areas.  We can have friends,

like my sister and OldFriend, who we like to see some

of the time, but we'd rather not see Most of the Time,

because two out of three of their essential aspects

are different from our own.

The core of all of these three aspects, for each human,

is the Child, because we are all

children of God at our core.

We are born perfect, and it is society

that fashions the Father aspect in all of us

--

this is called the process of socialization

(by the way, that comes right after the mirror stage)

--

The Father aspect in us is what Freud called 

The SuperEgo, that element of the tripartite

personality that enforces and controls the other two

more primordial urges.  The SuperEgo

makes us able to "pass" in society.

Psychologically, we gained the Super-Ego

when we ate that damned apple. The

SuperEgo, that Third Part of our

personality that God didn't want

us to have was the part that made

us the Maker of Laws;

(For the Disciple John who was giving us

his version of the New Testament, the Testament

inspired by the word of Jesus,

In the beginning was the Word

That Gospel should go first;

because it is the most accurate.

That Gospel readjusts the time frame we

use when reading the story; 

the beginning

of the New Testament should acknowledge

that after the fall of man,  a new time began,

and it was a time in which hu-mans had the capacity

to make their own laws.

The beginning of time as we know it, 

began when Hu-mans

were expelled from the Garden

For

Before that, 

we were

Creator

and Child --

yes,

we imitated the

Creator who is God

but we were all

his children

We were not him.

If we can find our inner child,

we will also find our creative spirit

at the same time, because those two aspects

are at the core of our being.  

As long as we have bodies, though,

the best way to live in society

is as a responsible child,

a child who recognizes that as long as we live

in this World After the Fall,

we have to also follow some rules.

When all humans begin to see that

perhaps we'll start on our path

back to the garden.

(I have to end this with this funny word list link,

because they made me think of palindromes

check it out:

merriamwebster