I think translation and pre-suppositions confuse us a bit. The basis for this is easy: we are and we know not why. Not all spirit and not all animal. Material (to the extent we think atoms are material) and yet unwilling to cede this spirit to death. Yes many things are confused.
Even funnier though is the argument that men can posit natural laws eternal and unchanging.
Take the Gomer. Immortality and youth is what they seek. Not resurrection of the dead.
Rael I shall visit that link this week. Presently pre-occupied hunting for income. Two slender leads from Temp firms. === Off hand I like the idea, but it does beg the question of field and contents. I read a science piece on how the future circles back to create the past. I can't find my link. === I wonder if this "download" is for all sentient beings/
Good luck with the income stream. I've been out of work since late '08 and I'm a tech. The EU creeps wrecked the contract biz by asserting that temps had to have all the same rights as permanents. All quite deliberate to destroy work. Now eastern europoids are all over it. It's a joke anyway. We all live on a tax farm.
On the material, I was impressed by the scientific evidence, especially the brain probes that activated pain in a little finger, instead of being immediately... anyway read it yourself and make up your own mind.
My situation is San Francisco is in a depression except for programmers with very narrow skill sets. My FT gig ended when my company closed in January 2010. Since then, odd jobbing it. Last 7 months, no odd obs, no unemployment, no savings, nothing, just scraping by on scrapings. Always detested alienated labor but also always thought i could get minimum wage job. All over now. Temp agencies have no work either. I am not able to pay for more college, nor do I want to. I have had 3 careers, last one in sales and no one wants a sales man unless he is under 30 in this town. So i read, write, and cadge pot. Hopefully i can "download" a skill set.
Come on down! The UK has plenty of social security for anyone who rocks up here. That's why there are camps of middle easterners outside Calais, waiting to jump on the back of the next truck to England. You may even get a council flat. All free! Go for it!
Tis not more than Dame Fortune and her wheel. Unhappily that wheel turned and we are quite near eviction for non-payment of rent. Even more frustrating is the RESIDENCE Hotels are more expensive than our flat. I can make it on a minimum wage and 40 hour week, not happily, but necessity can be covered. In this town, only Java Programmers pour java.
Alack alas real, the visit is one of somber and mourning reason... not one of pleasure. However I intend to make the best of it and will no doubt wax then wane nostalgic on this latest repatriation. I intend to touch the 15th century while there...
Yeah, I remind myself about the Marvelous. Good old Andre Breton spoke about it.
As did Suzanne Césaire who linked it to broader movements such as Romanticism, socialism, and Négritude. Surrealism, she argued, was not an ideology as such but a state of mind, a “permanent readiness for the Marvelous.” In a 1941 issue of Tropiques, she imagined new possibilities in terms that were foreign to Marxists; she called on readers to embrace “the domain of the strange, the marvelous and the fantastic, a domain scorned by people of certain inclinations. Here is the freed image, dazzling and beautiful, with a beauty that could not be more unexpected and overwhelming. Here are the poet, the painter, and the artist, presiding over the metamorphoses and the inversions of the world under the sign of hallucination and madness.”11 And yet, when she speaks of the domain of the Marvelous, she has her sights on the chains of colonial domination, never forgetting the crushing reality of everyday life in Martinique and the rest of the world. In “Surrealism and Us: 1943,” she writes with a boldness and clarity that would come to characterize her husband’s Discourse on Colonialism:
Thus, far from contradicting, diluting, or diverting our revolutionary attitude toward life, surrealism strengthens it. It nourishes an impatient strength within us, endlessly reinforcing the massive army of refusals. ;D
One world wasn't supposed to be moving my entire existence to the refuse bin at 55. And the damnable part is my army of refusals won the war and won the peace for 40 years. The Robber class sends it's army airforce and navy of YES into an unfair fight with those peculiar dreams of a simple man.
I think we can evade eviction until All Fools Day.