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EstanceIt rains and I don't know who I am.
I look at the light, the pale grey light from above, that burns, that burns the back of blinking eyes, my eyes? Tired eyes, blinking, blinking to wipe away the large and cold and stringent raindrops...
Where is the answer? In these heavy drenched clothes, inbetween the thick streams running down, down my shivering bare skin covered in nameless scars? Or under the surface of trembling facial muscles, hidden, hidden under the throbbing pain of migraine? I wish I could speak, but I cannot speak: my mouth is sewed shut and I forgot all words.
I can barely see, I am blind, blind for anything but this overwhelming presence of elements, the overwelming absence of I... This is the only sound, the only image, the only tactile stimulation, where is my heart, where is the warmth, the warmth... where is my soul? Is there any notion of future in such a forsaken solitude? I wish I could breathe, but I cannot breathe: no amount oEstance by *sharayanan

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The EdgeThere are moments when
Everything feels
Like a blind man
On the verge
On an edge.
Still advancing
On the plateau,
On known territory,
Slowing down,
A leap,
A stride,
A foot...
And the vast, all-embracing emptiness
Opening its arms,
The wind pushing behind,
Whistling
On the sharp rocks,
Engulfing itself,
Absorbed
In the yet unseen abyss
In a silenced fall...
Feeling the imminent presence
Of eternal absence.The Edge by *sharayanan

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Asleep. Or not.Thought-riddled vigils seem to borrow the colors of the night. At night, we see further. Agitated in that silence out of time, ideas come with a taste of eternity. Under the ageless stars, there is no yearning for day-to-day down-to-earth perishable trivialities. Cogitations concocted under the conniving veil of a dark sky prowl around your sleepless existence, tripping on callosities and infiltrating through every pore, boiling, blistering, begetting corroding acid truths whose prehensile tentacles spread from the tip of your skull, infiltrate in a sickening mucous lick every hole of your soul, clogging down your throat, writhing the inner sAsleep. Or not. by *sharayanan

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Come into my worldI would like you to understand my world. I have not been there for long myself, maybe that makes things easier: we'll discover almost together. What brings a pinch of technical difficulty is, that I know this world only through differences. I know how it differs from the world there was before: it would have been enough to describe this first world in order to understand this second one. But here's the catch: I can't. I wasn't even aware there was a world before: everything was natural, intuitive, limitless; only today did I start thinking there was something, which somewhat vanished effortlessly before me. There was no resistance, I couldn'tCome into my world by *sharayanan

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OrdiorWhen we want to say that something is noteworthy, that it is very important, we say: it is fundamental. A fundamental discovery, a fundamental fact, a fundamental theorem -- we mean these are: a watershed finding, a fact that is key, a theorem that everybody should know.
If we read this seriously, however, fundamental relates to the foundations. The foundations are what we build on, the lowest and supporting layer of a structure -- the substructure, the underbuilding. The foundations (fundus) are underneath, they are the bottom (ὁ πυθμήν). As such, they oppose the bottomless abyss, the boundless, endless fall into the depths (pro-fundus). But they are also not meant to be seen. The foundations, covered by the building they secure and enable, are rooted in opaque grounds -- and drawing their very solidity from this burying. They present themselves as invisible guardians, unknown, humOrdior by *sharayanan

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The QuestionEach of us finds himself, one day, maybe several times, further and further, scratched by the hidden power of this question, incidentally not knowing what's going on. At times of grand distress for instance, when things lose their consistence and every meaning falls into obscurity, the question emerges. Maybe it only touched us once, like the dampened ringing of a bell seeping in our existence and then fading gradually.
Martin Heidegger, Einführung in die Metaphysik, 1935
Chapter I (personal translation from German)
I was standing there, in my kitchen, a kettle boiling water, steam bubbling its way out of this liquid chaos in a trembling noise, in the gloom obscurity of a March evening. I was standing there, still. I was motionless, absorbing the repeating image before my eyes, the uniform sound, the mellow atmosphere, the unmoving scenario. Then it hit me. A sudden, intense, deep, unshakable feeling of being present. Being present, being there, in the verThe Question by *sharayanan

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Cat study by *sharayanan

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Kitty (pencil drawing) by *sharayanan

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Left eye (sketch) by *sharayanan

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Cup of tea (pencil drawing) by *sharayanan

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Periodic table of elementsHypatia. Her
Life began boldly -- 4th century -- not only female: neoplatonist.
Nature might allow sincere pursuit of science, clarity,
Knowledge ; but a caballing sect, tittering viciously, craves for moans of fear compatible with their nihilist culture : zany garrisons genteelly assassinated the serene bride in a kyrie.
In a rabid surge, a yelling zephyr nimbed : monks, tenesmic, rufescent, rhythmically paraded and barraged the candid with inane stones ; stabbing Theon's infant: an executiPeriodic table of elements by *sharayanan

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NarcissusI was but the echo
Of the shadow
Of a man.
The rain had fallen,
And the echo
Was no more.
The night had risen,
And the shadow
Was no more.
The river had swollen,
And the fellow
Was no more.
I was but the echo
Of the echo
Of the shadow
Of that man.Narcissus by *sharayanan

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3amI opened my eyes.
Where is your shadow?
Where are your arms?
It is dark, it is cold,
And in the silence
I shake3am by *sharayanan

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Knots -- Triangle link by *sharayanan

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NonsenseNonsense

What you say
Is somewhat useless
Unless
You're somehow
Important
The words of a beggar
Are spray paint
On a forgotten wall

The words of a pundit
Are enlightening
Globally heard
Announcements

As though insight
Was something
Only granted
To the
Wealthy
While the rest of us
Are endowed with
Intelligible nonsenseNonsense by *Poetically-Yours

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JealousJealous

Copper
Caucasian
Freckled
Pink
In all the
Right places
Even your
Increased propensity
To skin cancer
Somehow beautiful
While the rest
Of us brutish
Brunettes
Haul our ill-begotten
Mousy mutt muscles
Along the work
Of life
Soiled by experience
And the harshness
Of reality

While you remain
Porcelain pristine Jealous by *Poetically-Yours

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AudaciousAudacious

I love
With an
Uncharacteristic
Degree of
Freedom
A lack of
Restraint

Lost inside
This dream
That someone
Will hold me
As tightly
As I have grasped
These straws
Of delusions
Past
That I had
Sank my heart
Into

Senseless
Complex
"Requires handling"

Like an animal
Prone to
Biting

I am not
Civilized enough
To keep
Who I am
InsideAudacious by *Poetically-Yours

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FingerprintsFingerprints

Every ridge
Swirling into
Itself
Upon your
Fingertips
Moving across
Your skin
Soft but
Intense

Every molecule
Awakened
Goosebumps
Invigorated
By this
Rising
Desire

Every
Experience
Heightened
Real

(Even if only
In our
Mind's eye)Fingerprints by *Poetically-Yours

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The Ethics of Belief

by *sharayanan, Feb 17, 2013, 6:32:13 AM
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"That the prophet preached certain doctrines and predicted that we would find in them spiritual comfort only proves his sympathy for the human nature and his knowledge of it ; but it doesn't prove his superhuman knowledge of theology." — William Cllifford, The Ethics of Belief, 1877.

In that short but fundamental essay, Clifford sets up the principle for an ethical atittude towards beliefs: the most crucial question, the most important question to ask is not to know whether such a belief leads us to act well, or is useful or makes one feel good; it is not to know whether the prophet's teachings will improve society as a whole — the essential question is "how could he possibly know whether what he preaches is the truth?" This is a question rarely asked, but within that framework, it is the only relevant one, because it is the one that determines the ethical validity of believing. It leads Clifford to formulate the following princile : "It is wrong always, everywhere, and for anyone to ignore evidence that is relevant to his beliefs, or to dismiss relevant evidence in a facile way."

Later pragmatists (notably James in 1896) will strongly oppose that view, but as Russell explained (Bertrand Russell, Why I am not a Christian, 1957), adhering to a belief for its measurable advantages is neither ethical nor grounded on any kind of attraction towards truth, as efficiency is unrelated to morality (if not opposed to it). It is calling "true" what isn't, and what we have no reason to think it might be, just for the benefits of it.

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