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the atheism tapes: oh my gawhhhhd(ess)

watching The Atheism Tapes is such a mental workout. It leaves me so exhausted. principally because it's so much to digest. the episode with Denys Turner, british academic in the field of philosophy and theology made be think of some stuff tho. what follows is just my ramblings on the matter.

If there is a god , he would not be made up of something (flesh, atoms, light, etc) , because he created the concept of Something and Nothing out of the Absence-of-Something at the beginning; the semantics of our language make it difficult to related the concept of the 'nothing' before creation. that aside, why then do we paint pictures of old men in the sky and jesus on a cross, as humans? when in reality if there was a god, It would be indescribable given the tools of this universe: language, sculpture, writing, painting, and all these things. if anything, there is more "God" manifested in a fresh paint splatter with its shape, color, texture, pattern, smell , taste, etc manifested from the interaction of the newtonian and even quantum forces of the universe as it leaves a brush and hits a solid surface.

His existence is outside of the known. and thereby everywhere and nowhere at the same time (think Flatland). if this is true, how then, assuming that the bible is the word of god, can you even begin to approach, even to begin to understand the nature of God? when even his 'written words' are abstractions of his true nature as seen by people who scribed them… and were later translated and retranslated, edited and reedited, with each passing revision becoming more and more of an abstraction of an already abstract concept.

when even the way one presents himself/herself to another person is an idealized abstraction ( more often than not a FAKE version ) of the real you found in your head, how can anybody even fathom they know the REAL grace of the lord or that they talk to god on a regular basis *cough* Bush *cough*? to me, if there is one, god is unimaginable. beyond the scope of me, us. There's nothing you can do to begin to approach the concept of God.

and yet, if the universe came to be through his Will , then everything he created is a part of him (Will, implying a consciousness…which is another shit storm of a rant). God is in everything and everything is a part of him. Is this not reason enough to LOVE each other? to love -every-little-thing- no matter how minuscule? to not fight? to not kill each other? to not take things for granted? to stop pointless bickering and look up (or down) and just appreciate the beauty of existing? … of having been blessed with the gift of consciousness to be aware of your existence and the existence of those around you?


in conclusion, I will part with a screen cap of google's search autocomplete for the word god:

Collective Consciousness and Love

I've been doing a little reading about collective consciousness in books and on the web , and I came across an interesting comment at the philosophyforums.com website in a forum about the matter by a user named swstephe:

"Socrates said that it was impossible for one person to love another person because it was impossible to truly know the other person and the actual subject would be inferior to the ideal. All that was really being loved was a projection of some idealized person onto the subject. I was interested in the psychological aspect. What is this ideal person we are projecting? Well given a rough generalization of goals and ideas, I decided that what a person really loves is not a particular person, but how that person would ideally relate to the observer. In other words, the only person anyone is capable of loving is themselves and what relates to themselves beneficially. They may post-justify their feelings in unselfish unbiased terms, however, but in the end everyone is a narcissist and love is purely a subjective illusion.

I see the ability to project ones own wishes and desires on others as being a deep psychological instinct. We use it as a way of dealing with other people, feeling empathy or sympathy in order to gauge another person's intentions. It is so automatic that we often feel empathy for objects that only vaguely analogous and non-living. The subject can't feel the feelings we are implying, we are actually projecting ourselves into their situation and trying to predict how we might feel."

and he continues .... "The concept of "god" may be just another form of projection of a certain aspect of a person psychologically. That the subject is a psychological projection of the potential for the ideal lover, who is an idealized form of the observer expanded in scope to the limits of imagination. As with any illusion, we have an instinctive need for external verification in order to be consistent. A schizophrenic patient will often seek people in authority to validate their illusions, becoming aggressive if their illusion is denied, and overjoyed if their illusion is confirmed. A religion is a way to find mutual external validation of the illusion. Some adherents may trade in the benefit of having external validation for having a specific relationship between the adherent and the deity toward a communal relationship between a group of adherents and a single validated deity."



read more at http://forums.philosophyforums.com/threads/collective-consciousness-30844.html

Joe Rogan on dmt

sounds interesting ...

Obama Derangement Syndrome

Suck it Bushes

SNowman.

Kickin' Choones Friday 9.2.9

Boy 8-Bit I've been following for a few months now





he's got some nice mixes on his myspace check em out too.

and a little All Leather for ya



i cant wait to see midnight juggernauts soon.

Energy!

Always Sunny

in Philly is damn interesting show. alas , i have spent a few days watching non-stop. so here's a small quicktribute to none other than greenman!

Blissfully Discordant

*sigh* this whole album ( Venetian Snares - My Downfall) is resonating fairly consistently with what I'm kinda feeling right now.

michigan? minnesota ? Memphis? oh my.

Crude (Movie trailer)

Seeing as how I'm South American, and actually have family who live on the Amazon river, this makes me very angry. VERY angry.




Amazon and Andean ppl ( called peasants by the city folk) are the nicest , caring, most selfless people i've ever met and who certainly have had a strong role in the formation of my character. As such, they get taken advantage of on a habitual basis, and shit like this just... makes my heart ache in pain. wtf. please watch this movie. and do something.

Hmm Puppies?

i had this long rant about something in store for post, but I lost it in the course of sketching the pic you see here. *shrug*

Strange Days are coming

just saw Strange Days , a movie that I'd been longing to watch every since it came out in 1995. the movie was great; great story , great pacing, great camera work and filled with a great sense of chaos and overpowering big brotheresqueness. and therein lies the problem, at least for me. the film was so good at portraying mood that I literally was on the verge of having a panic attack a couple times. was pretty nuts.

So had another one of those dreams where I die

at least it was me this time.

I was ringing ppl at a whole foods just outside in a fictitious city (LA- like, large ominously tall buildings). sunny day , everything happy. and the whole day goes by , all throughout which there is a warning of a massive thunderstorm coming our way announced on the store speakers. at the end of my shift I count out. as I head outside, I wait at a crosswalk at a light, about to cross a large 5+ lanes freeway on ramp. as i wait over the course of 1 light, the sunny day suddenly turns very gloomy, and dark. the rain clouds overtake the sky. it pours. Lightning violently strikes and destroys trees and mailboxes just ahead, the wind carrying with it newspapers and flower pots into the air. the streets are eerily empty of people. lightning everywhere. an elderly couple in cardboard/beer-6-pack-packaging armor join me at the light. i turn and ask 'where are you going?"
the old man grins and nods in the direction of the smokin' mailboxes. "home".
"huh? you're going toward that?"
he smiles , "you cant be afraid, life, is a curious adventure."
The 2 of them cross and disappear into the haze of the rain. I give an awkward tilt of my head , trying to figure out what he meant. taking a deep breath i run across the street, i make it to the curb and the ground shakes me off my feet. the thunder and lighting around me is striking so close, hard and fast, the ground shakes fiercely.
i roll off my back onto my stomach , stand up and then run further in while half-ducking. suddenly i feel something "grand" around me, my neck and wrists feel liberated. I had been struck by lighting. for a moment i feel the incredible freedom of knowing everything in the universe, as if i had connected to the Source of creation. I felt an infinite peace. Light is everywhere. the lightning travels through my head and out my limbs, melting a retail pull-down metal door, and creating a crater around my body. after a second of disorientation, i continue to run in the same direction. I make it about 10 more feet , when everything fades into white...

i come to as a 1950's black teenage guy, accompanied by 3 girls, in a house that has been converted into a hair salon/bakery. i stand there blankly staring at a wall, thinking about the fact that i just died in my "daydream"...

not enough hours in the day

I need to learn a new way to approach work. so i have my regular job but i also do projects outside of that, and lately it just seems like never get to have some time to myself. i finish my 5 or 6 days of regular work , and then it's time to work on projects the next 2 days. A reasonable thing to do would be to work on them little by little every night night after work, but then i dont get that awesome rush of being in the zone for a day or 2. i need a break.

Man muß den Menschen vor allem nach seinen Lastern beurteilen. Tugenden können vorgetäuscht sein. Laster sind echt.
(One should judge a man mainly from his depravities. Virtues can be faked. Depravities are real.)

-Klaus Kinski