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i found this in my pocket from last month. a quick mid-day philosophical exercise in the midst of a crazy noisy work environment.
Philosophical Exercise
5/31/07
The task I set upon myself, or the task I set myself upon, is the description of the geometric patterns of genealogy as felt in certain extreme states of mind. How does it come to be that while on the beach, among the dunes, I have felt the entire scope of not only my own family’s history, but also the scope and entirety of every civilization on Earth, passed, present and future? That which must be appreciated is a sense of inward vision that replaces a certain blindness most commonly felt by modern man. I feel blind in my daily life, I pass through scenarios and move through multiple layers of social and personal meaning, yet I often cannot remember what I did the week before, nor can I recollect my dreams or any other conscious/subconscious workings. What makes it possible for me to suddenly summon the ripples of time and demand them to dance before me in a performance of cause and effect, of purpose and goal, of meaning and pattern, of infinity and beauty? How is the “human condition” a figment of my imagination, and how are the majority of my actions based on a sense of guilt or obligation? Where do these feelings of guilt or obligation come from? Why am I forced to communicate in universal language, in symbols and forms that represent an agreed-upon meaning? Who made me talk to myself in this language?
In short: why is it that when I ingest psilocybin mushrooms I am suddenly able to shut off the language barrier that has been constructed in my perceptual workings, and thereby tap into the primary emotive core of meaning and understanding? How are some concepts able to transcend language and become a mere gradient-marker on the black and white… [lost my train of thought due to work environment].
oh... and then i forgot that my dad sent me all these pictures from a couple weekends ago. this is when he came up to humboldt and phil and i played a concert for our friend's art show. the live recording of that should be available shortly.
fake smiles = this is what normal people look like when they're happy
this guy dustin played trumpet (and effects, and effects...) at the spur-of-the-moment... because i asked him to.
these are our friends, they have a band called the Autumn Royals. they're super slow and super stoned.
my cat and i wear matching clothing
phil and i are stupi... respectable looking young men.
Philosophical Exercise
5/31/07
The task I set upon myself, or the task I set myself upon, is the description of the geometric patterns of genealogy as felt in certain extreme states of mind. How does it come to be that while on the beach, among the dunes, I have felt the entire scope of not only my own family’s history, but also the scope and entirety of every civilization on Earth, passed, present and future? That which must be appreciated is a sense of inward vision that replaces a certain blindness most commonly felt by modern man. I feel blind in my daily life, I pass through scenarios and move through multiple layers of social and personal meaning, yet I often cannot remember what I did the week before, nor can I recollect my dreams or any other conscious/subconscious workings. What makes it possible for me to suddenly summon the ripples of time and demand them to dance before me in a performance of cause and effect, of purpose and goal, of meaning and pattern, of infinity and beauty? How is the “human condition” a figment of my imagination, and how are the majority of my actions based on a sense of guilt or obligation? Where do these feelings of guilt or obligation come from? Why am I forced to communicate in universal language, in symbols and forms that represent an agreed-upon meaning? Who made me talk to myself in this language?
In short: why is it that when I ingest psilocybin mushrooms I am suddenly able to shut off the language barrier that has been constructed in my perceptual workings, and thereby tap into the primary emotive core of meaning and understanding? How are some concepts able to transcend language and become a mere gradient-marker on the black and white… [lost my train of thought due to work environment].
oh... and then i forgot that my dad sent me all these pictures from a couple weekends ago. this is when he came up to humboldt and phil and i played a concert for our friend's art show. the live recording of that should be available shortly.
fake smiles = this is what normal people look like when they're happy
this guy dustin played trumpet (and effects, and effects...) at the spur-of-the-moment... because i asked him to.
these are our friends, they have a band called the Autumn Royals. they're super slow and super stoned.
my cat and i wear matching clothing
phil and i are stupi... respectable looking young men.