There Is A Hole In My Soul (and all of humanity)

Another day….

My rules are simple:  practice the proper use of impressions:

Don’t act on desire,

Attempt to act on aversion,

And do no harm.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty, and that is all.

Do my best, each moment, each day….

It is a struggle to balance life when practicing these principles in all my affairs.

There is so much I have no control over.

At the core of my belief system is a big issue for me (and all of humanity).

I have a hole in my soul.

But I must not act on its impulsive nature.

I must let (the impulse) go.

Processing Our Senses Through Our Minds

We have access to a plethora of information. Some are just a cross section, made up, and or regurgitated from the recesses of the mind.

We have experience, thoughts, actions, beliefs. They all permeate the changing remote stable and unstable recesses of our mind.

Simply to take trips through the lens of our senses are not enough to express the organic experience.

Consciousness is the result of our conscious mind working with our unconscious or subconscious mind.

To pose the question in a relative way, “How does the human body regulate itself?”

The answer is complex at best, but to examine fine quality questions, may point to an attractive image, what is really going on in the arena we call consciousness?

The terms of reference for this essay, relies on stream of consciousness, consciousness, sub-consciousness, unconsciousness and the idea of how the mind really works.

To put any order to our thoughts we rely heavily on the brain, the mind is just a social construct to help communicate about what is happening in the brain itself. Then we really need to put a lot of structure in place, mostly this structure is expressed physically as what we perceive from our senses, what we learn from experience and what we learn using our faculties.

We like to think, feel, act, and believe in a hodgepodge way.

We impose order on it to make end products. We have produced a method of learning called science, but there are many studies of knowledge from various fields within science and without.

In the final analysis, it is sure to be a combination of body parts like the functions of the brain, but we process the senses in many debatable ways. How we experience is another debate.

Obviously, it is hard to come to any consensus on this topic of consciousness, it is probably happening in a singular way in each person. Collectively we are dependant upon communication methods like cooperation and collaboration. But nothing is that simple.

I believe consciousness is a combination of all the above. Yet science is beginning to explore the question. Many believe the new science is some kind of matrix. For now, I base it on my own experience, my own balanced state of mind and current acceptable science.

That’s not to say I am a mad hatter, but it is a fascinating problem, what is consciousness?

Adult Colouring…

No it’s not porn!

It is a form of play therapy for a frazzled adult like me.

I like geometric shapes and designs.

I like a simple pattern.

My tools are colour pencils, lined paper, black pen, ruler (geometry sets are great too) and a journal entry.

Depending on my state of mind, I use a structure that best supports it.

When I feel rested and relieved in a balanced state of mind, I consider the exercise a success.

A half hour session is usually enough.

How Do Scientists Speculate?

It might just be the biggest gamble needed in the fight against COVID-19.

How do we protect ourselves in this moment?

Face the fear of killing people, but do this to see if it is the best answer.

A theory works by doing an experiment to work out ways that will prove it.

The steps needed with COVID-19 seem simple but will they cause more harm than good?

Nobody has the answer for COVID-19, yet.

It is good to be skeptical, have some doubt, but lets not throw the baby out with the bath water.

This is important, let’s try to use our best guess.

If we are wrong, don’t give up, do it again and again.

And just because the scientist in this article thinks he is right, don’t blindly believe him because he is a so called expert.

Think.  Pause before you act.

If you really want to read what this guy thinks, please read the article in the link below.

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/peter-piot-ebola-coronavirus-quarantine-boris-johnson-a9577786.html

scriptorium – Wiktionary

scriptorium – Wiktionary
— Read on en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/scriptorium

Imagine a place like a library where you copy manuscripts. And part of the job falls outside of the text.

It may require you to illuminate the script: decorate or illustrate.

In the modern sense this means any decorated manuscript.

Check out the techniques, text, etc on wiki under Illuminated manuscript facts for kids at Kpedia.

The Evolution Of Death

To dance at the precipice will led you to the great fall.

The age of the individual is respected in the best way possible.

Yet, we blame the old, infirm, and the disability.

How can we create life from ashes?

It is true that we blame death itself, the old scoundrel.

We are being forced to be more responsible to outlive the very things that disrupt and shorten our lives.

Now we see death as a motivator.

Perhaps, the wait and see attitude towards that aneurism of life will make me see my provocateurs.

Does not death have a partner whom we call life?

Becoming to terms with death, may sound confusing to the uninitiated, but to face a fear like this one only evokes sorrows.

First we have denial, anger, blame…

Is that it, the eventual acceptance or the usual kicking and screaming that occurs at deaths door?

Set new limits, embrace the partners equally in their turn, express it all, grief, pain, anguish and much much more…

Ode To The Surreal

Oh universe, let me see bellow your panties.

The farmer got drunk last night and ran his undershorts up the flagpole.

How often does war evoke the words ‘dirty panties’?

Yes, says the universe, we can not see what lies behind the facade.

Farmers are the Shepards of the world’s food supplies.

War can not conquer love.

Let me see!

Drunk last night,

The blank page is no more.

So, be damned the logic that suffocates the wise and passionate, who love life like a family.

And, let the juxtaposition of images wrench all from their complacencies.

Stand up, wake up, get going!