Under The Light Blue Sky Blog • Mox

Matter manipulated by the lightest touch of all. Thought.
Function equal hand and mind. • Mox

Thoughts meander easily out in stray. Thoughts travel memory threads in instants to spots as lightning quirking rods from sky. Do we mirror other’s thoughts; do thoughts not tell the difference if mapped or if mirrored. Cloud’s of thoughts glide sideways in our dimlike meaning in memories in want.

Mind sorts itself by different numerous means, perhaps be viewed as mirrors, clouds and threads. Orchestral waves in mind by waves of waves of permiating universe circumventing all synapes in mind. Neuron dendrites, microtubules, lightest of our thoughts imprinted in not yet known holographic brain scores until we known of how words are lables of our concepts, the tiny universe of each, connects their meanings vast in clusters lived experiences in unending various ways. Some clouds or threads, mycelia millions fragile out in branches. As thinking not with words, they’re typographic letters of course, elegant their forms perfected midth of fifteen hundereds, all sounds in talk, words we use but lables glued to deeper meanings. Concepts clear of defininition not so often, fuzzy meaning underneath, ubiqutous swirling metaphors, making actual word we use. Times in strangely threads long bottom loosing dimlike track in meaning. Some are clouds, some fuzzyness of symbol mirrors, some like threads in mycelia networks in and out themselfs.

FUZZY I KNOW, THINGS DON’T MATCH UP THIS HAS TO BE REWRITTEN

YOUR BICYCLE MEMORY MYCELIA

Root like treads in thousends; memories, definitions, categories, surrounds your well known simple rusty bicycle; occasions on the beach, wind in hair, greese from chain, pedals under feet, rods in well known geometric shape, rubber handlebar and tinkling bell, the wheel gearbox with all it’s cogs, the tire tube and how you mend it, even the first time you learned from your father. Your simple bicycle is a universe of remembrances. Everything of this your jelly brain. Even memories lingering underneath you now have’nt thought of. You know how it is, you know that you know and if you wanted to recall, you could softly go down the memory lane as easy at that and find your childhoods all encounters. Memories of a bicycle could congregate and reap descriptions in an essay, into minor novels told by you alone if you were a writer. Is a memory like that so vast? Is a bicycle’s memory a millions of impressions? How is this stored in the multitude of your dendrites, in connection to how you lived, felt of then and here and there. That’s a bike alone. A world almost untold.

OPINIONS NOT OUR OWN

Concepts, political opinions not self experienced mirrors of reflected aspects sometime taught adopted views. You could view them as mirrors of mirrors of opinions, Second hand impressions handed down not first hand real. First hand is a very beer in front of you, second hand all your stories told to you.

Aspects, views and concepts. Memories, of multi treading stories high, levels of a stack of metaphores alone. Sayings, skilles, a blasting wound. Mark a word by traces in your inner love has struck you not alone.

Abstractions sort themselves by meanders multiplying dimension connections out your total knowledge of your memories, all traces work of neurons, microtubules, synapses, atom’s spin and god knows where for now.

DREAMS AND SLEEP SORTS EVERYTHING

Conscious images, feelings, notions, multitude of worlds we humans know of. Day awake. In resting sleep not aware of cleansing neurons celles restructing updates smoothens all our memories. As best phenomenal creativity is reached. Consciousness unconsciousness by means of dreams is parsed as one.

Life is in constant hallucinations by our minds. Cascades of windling threads through synapses alone, making world we know as as real. Mimicking world in language animal incapable of.

Let me tell.

BEAR IN MIND THESE PAGES ARE UNDER BUILDUP, ALL IS INCOMPLETE, CHANGING, EVERYTHING OR ANYTHING INTO MINUTE DETAIL COULD BE ADDED, CHANGED, ABBRIVATED, EXPANDED, EXPLODED EVEN IF IT WOULD SO. AND I HAVE NO RESPONSABILITY TO BE ACCURATE OR BE PROVEN. THIS IS A MINDLESS FREE FLOW OF THOUGHTS AND THINKING AND I MAKE IT UP AS I GOES.

ON MOBILE THE INTERFACE NOT OPTIMAL. THE LIST OF FORTY CHAPTERS VIEWED IN BROWSER TO THE RIGHT, TURNS UP IN MOBILE AT THE BOTTOM END OF THE SCROLL. THIS WILL BE ADJUSTED.

To be continued and iterated..

THE METAPHORE

Words, signs, names, emblems, tokens, symbols, labels, brands, sometimes mere jots or stamps. Not seldom on the fly invented words on a drunken night. Often times meticulously thought out new prominent academic names for a break-through new invention by scholars. Many times more maliciously used by politicians or ideologues tryings to change peoples views about their own perfect deeds and society. Poets at best make abundant contibutions, 1984 a prominant metaphore, the natural boys in California 1948 precursors of the hippies, the name refering to lying on the hip smoking opium in chinese dens, with that the drug possed beat generation of jazz in the fifties sort of preinvented the iconic name Beatles. Confusion inventing metaphore. Words sometimes branded in shear violence into people´s foreheads. Better otherwise in a mental swing vertigo changing every one’s perception in an instance. Woke. More often in thin brittle bible paper writings glued onto poetry, images, sways, concepts, symbols, capricies, narratives happenings and all imaginable descriptions whatever possible holding in the mind eye or inside epic vast unfathomable unknowns, man’s unconscious use of word manipulation in total everything human mind ever have dealt with. The swings of unimaginable visions.

TO BE REWRITTEN – MORE OF SCIENCE CONTRIBUTION TO BENDING OUR MINDS

WORDS ARE LABLES

We think not by means of words per se. We think with what words represents, concepts meaning and symbols, even a full story narrative compressed into a single word. The power of a words. A concept of one word might branch out in associated threads and clouds and connect with other related concepts often in thousands. Sometimes like metaphorical visualized fuzzyness of meaning. Also we think with what there in all possible aspects there is. We simulate every aspects of the world. Spatial, our eye’s visions, olifactory, bodily movements, a theater full of inestimable relations in space time mind and beyond.

ORIGIN OF METAPHORE

Every new word is of origin a metaphore. Describe a new phenomena you have to come up with an as-if-word. Sound mimicking onomatopoetic words like pling or swoosh, are sound metaphores of their own. All words are a likeness, a simile to what they try to convey. Even prosody and music have metaphorical reality. Without prosody your talk would sound early computor speech. Without metaphore music wouldn’t touch you. Music metaphore tells us stories evoking emotion. And the reason you don´t recognize every word as metaphore is because old words has transformed themselves through time, reused in an other context perhap, their role has shifted, shortened and grinded by use like rocks in the wind rain and sea and totally changed their pronounciation or spelling into unrecognitioning. Every word is a metaphore.

It doesn´t stop there. Whole expressions are metaphores. A complete story can be a metaphore {I leave it at that for the moment. We enter the world of myth}

Do we think by means of words or images? A famous question put to Einstein many times. This question contains assumtions. Are there no other ways of thinking? I suggest pondering concepts and patterns instead. Combine concept and pattern and what do you get; diffuse, smooth, rugged universal perhapsical images. We think by means of concepts, or fuzzy impressions (adding here more. not complete). Given the above on words; Words as mere flat lables, agreed apon combinations of sounds and signs, letters for these. The word, the label points to it’s underlying meaning, the concept, the cloud, the threads of associations, the mulitude of aspects that constitutes what it referes to. We think by means of concepts and patterns. Not by avatars like words.

THINKING IS ANALOGY

Douglas Hofstadter — author of Gödel, Escher, Bach — repeatedly says things like, “analogy is the core of cognition,” “the brain makes analogies without letup,” and “analogy is the fuel and fire of thinking.”

To be continued and iterated..

DISCRIMINATING FEELINGS IMPRESSIONS NOTIONS IS HARD

Unconscious doing most thinking with no effort.

Thinking not generally performed by consciousness. Thinking done consciously extremly tidious and for the brain heavely energy consuming. Thinking consciously is done under effort putting pieces by pieces together repetitiously asking the unconscious for suggestions, thoughts or visual images. Which the unconscious is good at. The unconscious particulary fond of rich symbolic metaphoric mythical images and narratives.

Thinking is done by the unconscious. All that is you, your every memory.

If you don´t know, who do you ask? – Your unconscious of course.

If I would ask you for an overview of all knowledge what do you see? Do you see a huge library, perhaps a vast landscape where you can overview the different compartments of your memory? No.

Your overview of our memory is black. Nil, nothing. The only overview you can have is sensory, only viceral not visual at all. Your survey of your memory is visually blind, no images, no visual structure. What you have is only bodily sensitive feelings that could ever possibly guide you.

Your overview is a felt overview.

The only way you can retreive a memory or a fact is by reaching an envisioned mental arm reaching deep fumbeling deeper and deeper into the unfathomly great memory you are certain is there and fetch your wanted question´s answer knowingly you’ve done effortlessly so many times before by shear notion of a hunch, or by tedious constrained force of the will.

The will, the urger, the ultimate surviver, the heavy lifter, the one that forces you to do one push up more, forces it self into the dwindlings of your network’s memory in streched out neurons myriads of pathways you don´t even have an inkling how they work, even your liver or lungs work to find the answer to your inquery.

You´re confident. Someway your memory tells you that this has worked a million times before.

You retreive your memories by force of will. On the contrary your memory enters freely unwillingly into your dreames. The dream drifts without your egos will. The total of you want to heal to sort out contrarian concepts images stories that dont fit.

The scouts of your unknowing will is sent in every direction, the more diverse your mind, the more complex their paths. The will of your demands splinter into thousand of possible pathways in search for the answer to your inqueries.

They come back from their search with ordinary trivial obvious findings we say we already know. Or by mysteriy awe immediatly without an answer. The way they´re presented to us. In an obvious flash, or even in a new mysterious riddle.

The unconscious´ way of communicating with us conscious beings is mind warping. We´re probably dealing with a very ancient mind folded within our selves.

To be continued and reiterated…

In our tribe we speak to our sons and daugters so soft they think they’ re dreaming. – American proverb

SHORELINE OF UNFATHOMED VOID

Familiar gut feeling, vauge undetermined sensation connected to what we already know or are on the brink of knowing, certain thought or memory evoking our attention. Solving intricate problems put you in same neboulus unclear situation of knowing without knowing but yet knowing that you know somewhere deep down.

Intuition, bordering mind awake and imperceptible realms of the unconscious. The instant cognition without conscious thinking at all. This useful albeit mystery shoreline, ocean’s edge of memory, maze our imagination as it escapes our understanding. A friendly place if not disturbed.

I disfavor the word subconscious, it indicates something below or inferior and as if our vast knowledge and our yet to be discovered conclusions stemming from these depths only are to be found not in the heavens.

Subconscious unconsciousness a vast place. • A Place? A Landscape? A Space in it’s vastness? Braman or Atman. Imagined library where all knowledge is stored? Just problem of finding the right book? In real dimensions?

Can it be percieved as, be a vast universe the space as we know it is? Our imagination penetrates beyond the limits of universe, not? Our metaphores fail in their pettyness in the face of unfathomableness of everything. And turning the lens the other way around, into the endlessness of the small. Nuclear physics findings seems that like out of nothingness, elementary particles creates, bubbles themselfes into being out of shear nothing vacuum. Meaning outer space is as endless as the small. The small is just infinite.

Indian Hindu cosmology philosophy presents the metaphysical images of Brahman and Atman. Brahman is the total universe, the ultimate reality, everything out there is, timeless infinite formless, the source of everything. Atman is the individual self, the totality of mind, soul and ego, the innermost unchangable essence of a person, everything inside. And here comes my favorit part. In Indian philosophy, the outer and the inner Atman and Brahman meet themselves in infinity, sort of bends, merges, flowes and touches each other. The outer universe meets the inner mind in unison in a total threhundredsixty degree mental loop. They are the same.

What do we see • As it is unconscious to us, it’s true realms are truly undescribable in concepts and words. The question dives more than fathoms deep into how the mind and universe ultimatly function.

But we have clues; we have glimpses, notions, images, feelings, flashes, experiences of daily interactions retrieving memories and getting answers to questions we ask. In some strange way we know that we know all that we know. We have a distinct confident sense that serves us when we demand. But us also unsure of the real expansion trancending that might be bottomless. What I call the hubris of consciousness can only caption a fragment of the vastness of our unknown.

We believe we think with our consiousness. We do, but not the way generally percieved. Consciousness is more of a command centre, in a sense cut of from immidiate access to it all, also with a veto, intimatly coupled to free will. But not always. In situations of immediate dangerous crisis we find ourselves overtaken by the body’s unknowable actions. Consciousness is no longer trusted by our whole body, thus consciousness loose control. Our all takes command.

Our whole mind, our unconsious is thinking, not just our conscious mind. This is important. But conscious mind thinks it does all the work. We actually think with the whole. The unconscious does all the thinking.

Julian Jaynes claimed that we can function without being aware of ourselves. That’s what animals do. He even claimed that human self consciousness arose late in history. A few millenia before CE.

Here we come to how it works. Julian Jaynes coined a word “struction”, the word for consciousness asking the unconscious a question, and magically delivering an answer “cast onto the shores of consciousness”, as he puts it. We are constantly asking questions to our unknown not only memories, but also to our real thinker, our totality, our unconsious.

INTUITION TOLD

Intuition is the fuzzy border of unconscious and the conscious. The conscious knowing has through human evolution and culture grown out of the unconscious. In beginning of time all behavour operated on as unconscious.

The human discovery of it self must have been a very gradual process. By observing and sensing not only the outside world, man began to notice it´s own behavour. The bodily phenomenon awareness equated to the external awareness of objects and events.

A feeling emotion or notion can be the body being aware of it´s own reactions reacting to an outside happening that the body involuntarily has or chooses to react to. (the instinctive reaction comes first, the awareness afterwards).

The the conscious and the unconscious communicates with each other in a range of different ways. As it´s a complicated entanglement between the too it´s difficult to describe. And the same time everthing about it is vague. In one sense they are both one, belonging to the same system, but of course they operate in different manner.

When the conscious adresses it´s unknown friend it uses different means. A simple question might do. Other times the question is more vague or diffuse, it can even be posed as a notion surrounded by other vague notions hintings in this or that direction, sometime to a bodily sensation connected refered to a memory you know you have but not actual apparent but you knom will help to solve the question.

Sometime it can use pure will to provoke an answer of a reaction. Sometime it presents utter dispare to get an answer. It can have a discussion of course, well known human habbit and popular technique.

We communicate with the unconscious in three ways. Ask and recieve and vague feelings. 1 Ask: We mostly command or inquire. Give me this or give me that. Give me a memory, I have problem, do you have an answer? 2 Recieve: Much more complicated…. We receive messages from the unconscious in a number of different ways; direct words even heard, sentences, elaborate images, even whole poems or melodies. 3 Vague: Only in diffuse notions or unspoken silent uncomfortable unstabelizing uncertancies we get messages like soft notions or dreams.

Be friends with our unconsious. Trust your gut, trust your third brain, your first brain developed as an embryo, the gut. Trust also your left and right. Trust the whole. Observe your inner: If you’re a part of the universe, you can if needed even make a whole body decision. Learn to listen to your feelings. Make them a part of you.

The body of yours, that is your unconscious, talks to you not always strait forward. It talkes in many different ways.

The usual talk is the one you’r familiar with. Just ordinary talking and dealing with images situations coming and going. Talking to yourself, are you one or are you two?

INTUITION AS IT IS

The vaster your knowledge, the better answers your intuition gives. Everyone has intuition but more or less grounded. • Mox

To be continued..

The book is like the spoon, the hammer, the wheel, the scissors – once invented, they cannot be better. – Umberto Eco

”Man didn’t make tools, tools made man.” – Arthur C Clarke

WE AS A SPECIES USE MYRIADS OF TOOLS. TOOLS ARE FOR EVERYTHING

It started most certainly with stones. How a hominoid 3.3 million years ago persisted in chopping stones. Something, an advent a discovery or a need made them begin and as maniacs and continue for 2,5 millions years with what differed them from all other apes i history. Probably to my mind this was just an accident, a hunch, a sport, a lucky Darwin’s event.

This turned into Homo Erectus, the upright man, developed later into Homo Habilis, the able man.

Why did they persist? Sharpened stones cut meet and splintered wood. Discovery that turned into need and advantage for their living. Most certainly stones would have been tools as weapons. But the question stays in the air unsupported. Why just this ape? Why not all the others?

Something made the difference. Let´s play out the options.

The Theories.

The ape was driven out from the trees to the savanna. Climate change?

On the savanna you had to walk on two legs to see what’s in the distance. That freed up two arms to carry spears and more tools.

(THIS HAS TO BE REWRITTEN, THINKING NOT IN RIGHT ORDER)

Tools might have lead to more tools. This ape invented the bag for carrying roots or findings. This ape started to sing in rythm perhaps to it´s own stone knapping. This ape might have found mushrooms. This ape started to speak. This ape developed a culture with other tools like the spear, the elaborate shelter, the clothing, the use of leather or the bones of animals. The comb, the nedle other smaller tools made from wood or bone that made life easier.

A shunned and certanly not accepted theory by the archeology community proposed by anthropolog and early psychedelic researcher Terrence McKenna, “The Stoned Ape Theory” theorizes that early homonoids stumbled apon psychedelic mushrooms that enhanced visual aquity and improved ability of “theory of mind” and perhaps brought forth germs of very early religion.

The origin of music is a mystery shed in clouds. A theory with anthropological roots in Australian and New Zeeland cultures proposes that collective movements in dance and singing wards off preditors around camp fires. A remnent from this would be the Hakka dance. To be many but move together like a single big entety would be impressive.

As an outlier though, music has most certanly also it’s origin in the cry and the wining, and also in the rythm of walking.

The benifits of stones shaping man combined with this mystery engredient that differed apes from the human endevour is the clue I think to the answer to the question. The mystery solved is all this combined.

But here is more. Synestesy. The metaphore.

To be continued..

Ape´s first nights awake dreaming stomach full idle by the fireside.

Fire, man´s first tool of imagination. Fire like a found gem, revolutionary ancient mental gadget, reflecting thinking for the first time, an opal, cloudy light gray polished stone with rainbow living flecks of emerging consciousness. The living patches like multicolored fire in the opal, sparked imagination during long evenings chatting our early language.

Meandering flames merged visions of day and night.

Though before only mirrors in ondulent water in abundance, slow changing mesmerizing sky and rising white clouds, soft ripples of grass and rustling leafes in the windy tree´s sothing movements triggering something beyond, something living, unknown ghosts flying by. The flames of the fire lasted in vision for hours on end through out the nights comforting the senses.

Strangely enough I now talk to AI in full litterary prowess, passing the Turing test, but not conscious. That gives us a hint, something unique biological has all along been at play. Until the software of the thinking brain has tracked us down.

On consciousness you have to fathom a total true multidiciplinary take on the problem. Consciousness involves namely all aspects of reality. What you hear see feel sense breathe touch smell imaging, the bodily motions, everything crossing your mind felt or unfelt even the void of null. The unknown behind beyond and dark. The ordinary words, concepts, images, conceptions will not suffice. Particulary the words, the concepts, the conceptions, the images, the narratives et al we use might play us tricks. We are locked in our own descriptions trying to understand something that at the moment is unfathomable. As I knew when I was fourteen, the brain cannot understand the brain itself.

Benefits of fire first discovered by found or hunted animals burned by wildfire, delicious compared to raw meet. That among other things could have triggered the use of tools.

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THE MALLEABLE MIRROR

A theatre, ten by twelve inches, our face a loveable beautiful malleable flexable stage, a soft lump of clay as it were, an iconic greek amphi theater mask in tragedy or joy reminding of the spectrum of the manyfold human intricacies of life. Where we act out unknown emediate emotions, intentions, opinions, support for our actions, explanatory additions to our menings and our words. Complements, illuminations, reinforcements or reductions to action and speech. Small hardly detectable alterations of an eyebrow, a small vibration of a nostril can crash and turn a huge economic deal upside down. The slight shift of the color of a veil. The frown and miniscule ondulation of the upper lip. The looking down gaze along the nose ment to diminish. Ranging to the imperceptible signals trickling down to our for us unconscious mammal brain.

Our faces also capable of grim animal frightful expressions. Really strong eruptions are not of every day occurrance and so kept from emediate remeberance, but when we encounter them they are of stark impact to us. Fearsome glowing not stopable rage. An open mouth staring pale bloodless comes with a dramatic seriousness seldom encountered. Or the convincing self confident inviting promising erotic subtly veiled but certain smile setting the world ablaze.

The face has hundereds of small muscles rendering hundreds maybe more subtle expressions, We don’t percieve them consciously, but our mammal mind register. Long before our conscious mind.

THE LAUGH AND THE CRY

We laugh and we cry. We roar in fight and we love. We even shed squirting celebrating tears of joy. Tears silently trickle down our cheek in grief. We cry ouy of wanting need. Emotions, so familiar.

Our body’s own spectacular monumental important and also everyday theatre.

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FIRST CONSCIOUSNESS WAS A DREAM

Animal´s first awareness of itself beyond itself. The world of then unseen souls.

The dream talks to us like life does. We might not recognize it though. Jung said we dream all the time, but during waking hours the dream is so faint and brittle it drowns the awake impressions. The dream merges with our wake experiences all day, affects our daily deeds and guides us without knowing. It colors our perceptions like the psychological fenomena priming; preconcieved conceptions, unknown opinions that alter our interpretation of what we experience. The dream guides us on the basis of what we already know deep down, extrapolates dangers and possible benefits and pleasures. The dream is a guide and an also a frivolous play with personal life and the totality of everything. As we don’t understand the nuances we see it as poetry as in mystery and desteny. The dream don’t think the way us conscious do. It has no bounderies. It has a reservoire rooted in human history, of our inherited behavor, also the world of our own lived experience but forgotten or surpressed, too vast to fathom in your petty strife of life. The unconscious don’t bother you, you have your life to live, but pokes on you at nighttime in time for reflexion and summery.

(But if you don’t have time you say, reflexion builds up… continue)

The dream has full access to symbols, myths, narratives and all our memory, history way forgotten, including collective inherited memory from eons of time as archetypes based in instinct. Narrates our interpretation of time and complex logistics, ways of describing what happened to us. Narrative, symbols, myths, concepts, deductions. That’s how we make sense of the world. The dream though don’t give a shit about your political correctness. The dream trancends all of you and far beyond.

We think and dream different challenging scenarios. Noticeable if you are in uncertain situations, depression, conflict, all alike. We be thrown between different possibilities, this really unpleasant. A psychosis described as your subconscious, your unknown, in conflict with your ego’s presumed ingrained stubborn view of itself and what you think happens to you in your world.

Dreams are in some ways lit by the moon.

To be continued..

“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself; I am large, I contain multitudes.” Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass (1855).

Etymology is beautiful and telling. It gives depth to our words. Words as fantacy images, attempts of simile to describe the world. The meanings of words has a sensitive intricate, deep history of it’s own. The grand epic scenery of meandering changing and diverting meanings of metaphores and their diverse meaning through centuries gives depths to the ending lables over all of our language conceptual abysses, the thin but distinct in form alphabetical letters, the words. The agreed upon signs our mind needs to be human.

We mimick reality by means of languages’ concepts and meaning. The world of ours becomes then malliable in our mind never possible for animals.

We think not with words nor in images, we think with what’s happening, how the world is. With concepts meaning, function, sentiment, atmosphere, clouds, parables, with as-ifs. Ans how the world feels.

Function, notion, concepts, thinking lies for many hidden under our language. The actual Word the uppermost level, the letter, the label. Under this another level, function, meaning, intention, concept, noun, verb, adjective, narrative, adage. Yet under this are connections, associations, branches into other concepts, memories, events. Like roots that branches lost in undescribable entanglements. Even under this intricacy, are the connections to archetypes, collective memories, age-old behaviors, into the collective unconscious. Way under this the instincts, the animalistic automatic behaviors. And under this, the physiology and the by science now appearant intelligent collective cells of our body.

“Instructions for imagination.” – Daniel Dor ´The invention of language at one point became both necessary and possible, a growing dependancy on each other made way for experiential mutual-identification, machinery required for the construction of language. With bodily and vocal mimesis, they helped each other experience.´

Language itself is a source of knowledge. Disecting the underpinnings of the labels etymologically, the ancient meanings of our everyday worn expressions exposes ourselves to what we actually are saying. (examples..)

BEGINNING OF WRITTEN SIGNS • DAWN OF SOCIETY CULTURE

Spoken language must have emerged out of necessity, just as our written characters were first born out of the need to organize the ever-increasing prosperity, the exuberant grain of crops, the uncountable sheep herds back in Mesopotamia and Egypt. Keeping track of all this gave birth to written signs. The mesopotamians used clay tablets, the egyptians used elegant much more practical papyrus sheets.

The initial trigger, the indicator to use sound with meaning, was stoneknapping. The skill of forming stones for hunting and related needs. Endorsing tools shelter weapons and other needs. Speech though might have began with gestures facilitating different sound utterances. All skills and cooperation improves with communication. At the same time fostering and partaking entangled in the birth of culture.

Rythmic stone knapping, rythmic walking and walking at the the savanna. The embryo of music. Rythm hypnosis, iterations upon iterations in rythm as meditation. And in rythmic unison warding off wild animals round the fire camp. The tribal birth of music. Training the voice and dancing body in shear collective unison joy.

Rythm by knacking stones done by a half ape, australopitecus, in time all up until homo erectus took between one and a half to three million years. A hell of a long time. During that time we probably began to talk. Talking had time to evolve just because it was so slow.

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THE INVENTION OF TIME

Time was not a time in the beginning, time was only changes of the seasons. Time was endless flows of circulating now, moon and every morning rising by the sun. Time was practical a distance rode by horse. Five nights or two.

Seasons and they went. Moons rosed and vained as always. Only observers of the stars noted down the changes over time. Their charts an early counting. Putting signs events to stones in clay and hides. Erected stones to track the sun through evolving suns and suns.

It began as signs. Signs register of scores. In sticks and bones, Numerous stone age artifacts discovered with 29 scores indicating widespread observations of the heavily bodies, first prominence the moon. Man started to make events into signs.

The word “score” might be the oldest stone age word still in use. Score has two basic meanings; to count and to cut. To cut in sucsession to be able to count. First math in recorded history.

Jumping tens of thousends of years. The Egyptians had a hieroglyph for time and for other daily events such as hour, night and day..

To be continued..

THE JUNGIAN VIEW

To be continued and reiterated…

HARMONY IN EXISTENCE and in objects is in accordance to the laws of the universe and rythm. If the airplane by virtue of mans calulations gets the shape of an object of nature, is it because it has got in touch with these laws. If the bread, the musical instrument, the turbine, which are all the result of experiment and calculation, appear to us as “organized” phenomenon, that is bearer of a certain kind of life, is it because they have found these contacts. Accordingly a plausible definition for harmony: an element of concordance between the inner rythm of man and the laws of the universe. This could give an explanation of the cause to the satisfaction you feel before certain objects, a satisfaction which in every moment implies complete concordance. When you stop before Partenon is it because our inner string is trembling. Contact has occured. ~Le Corbusier

Quality a tricky word. Everyone has strong opinions about it.

There are two meanings of the word; One which I leave by this paragraph; what type of fabric something is made of, what sort of material something is, usually one in a range of different choices.

The other, the fundamental; What is Good? What constitutes The Best? How does The Best differ from The Inferior?

FUNCTION • KNOWLEDGE • AESTHETICS • PUBLIC OPINION • TRADITIONS • TASTE

These are the different facets of the concept I will hover around and above.

For someone just floating around in the contemperary, quality might mean what is in one’s own eye. The beholder’s. A popular belife. The one you choose if you don’t want to get into trouble. But quality entails choice, values, knowledge, skill, a sharp mind.

I will argue that Quality can be explained although complex elusive but also quite manageable if you twist and turn the matter.

To start with the subjective. Not everyone has high standards. Many don’t give a fuck about anything, so there is a wide range of non sofistication you could be satisfied with. And there are all levels of contentments of how one could live one’s life.

Also. In the dread there can be light. You can see qualities at different levels depending on the misery and your bows aim. Your flat might be in chaos, but you’re sitting writing world’s next best selling novel. People have choices and certanly different perspectives. But shure inough knowledge enriches your possibilities to tackle the challanges of life.

But if you happen to be ill informed, with low expectations, poorly educated, indifferent, having bad taste, not gifted inough, you might get offended that there really can be objective criteria for good quality. Because you don’t have the ability to find it yourself.

For the versed or the consummate, the experience of a balanced creation can be of beauty and gratification. Emotional.

Turning to the more delicate issue, what is the best?

Function is basic. We use tools. A shelter a tool. We certanly enjoy shelter. It shreds pain from the howls of the winds, make us confortable all around the fire. A good or a bad house.

I once met a confident young man in his late twenties at one of these parties where everyone was in ease where spirit was lightly flowing. He was in his last step of the few last to be choosen among many to be a bulk tobacco purchaser for the tobacco company in Sweden. They had passed many tests of differing and describing many more than dozens of smells and he was one of the three remaining, I realized by his confidence that he was to be choosened for his nose and his ability to describe what he was experiencing. Not every one gets that job.

Adding to function is aestethics. Aestitics is actual real function of it’s own. By many not understood.

Aesthetics is a bundle of exquisite, carefully selected forms of expressions balancing many aspect combined into a by the senses felt, comprehended whole. A vivid impression wether it is image or music or sensations felt through out the body.

Quality the apex of function and aestetics.

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TIME WAS ONES CIRCULAR. ROUND AND ROUND ALL YEAR AROUND

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MIND ENHANCERS AND DELUSIONS RANGING FROM COFFEE TO DMT

First psychedelic vinyl cover ever

Mainstream modern society discovered psychedelia by Albert Hoffman and Gordon Wasson in the fifties along with psychologists, Aldous Huxley, the natural boys of California the precursors of the hippies and by the Beatles in the sixties. You should add the influence from “Le club de hachischins” mid 1800 in France. Traces of knowledge and usage though can be found dating back to the Scytes of southern Russia, shamans throughout the world including South America, or if you read between the lines all back to ancient India or perhaps to the Egyptians. Rome and Greece mixed various drugs manily opium and also others in their wine.

The usage of mind altering drugs through out history has been a curse and a blessing, a delicate tightrope for mankind to walk. The benefits for modern medicin are obvious.

Opium and alchohol was the main pain killer up until nineteen hundred.

Apart from mind altering alchohol the suggestive substances have always been in doubt.

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OH NO WHAT IS THE THE ESSENCE OF LIFE

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THE UNKNOWN GRIP ON HUMANITY

We are two creatures in one. One social and one animal.

An endless conflict is our struggle to understand what our doings are about.

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THREE THINGS MADE US • QURIOSITY MEMORY VIOLENCE

To create. To invent. To dream awake. To deal with a leaking roof. To overcome a blank paper. To know what to do if there´s no toilet. To find a new friend. To deal with the forever-tight entanglement of curiosity and necessity. Creativity— thee most overused platitude throughout internet, often too frequently falls into pits of confusions.
To survive in this world you need knowledge, skill, curiosity, curage, persistance and creativity. You could also do with confident trained intuition. Serendipity that unexpected companion of the prepared mind. And good damned folky luck.

Putting it in perspective.

Creativity shows up in all sorts of situations. Often in problem-solving— we’ll get to that. But also in spontanious outbursts of idéas, images, visions, stories, all sorts of involuntary activities we really have no control over in this process. The key word is spontaneous.

Dreams for instance being of this category. Here the process is going on by itself. Delt with by the unconscious. And the other situation is problem-solving creativity at will.
Still the straitforward process of creativity isn’t always strait at all. Sometimes deliberatly to be turned on it’s head. Or foot. But there are recognizable patterns to be seen.

I usually divide the subject in two; The Process and the State of being—our mental condition.

Starting with the process; it can ideally be described in five or six steps.

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WE DON’T JOKE ABOUT WHAT DRIVES US

We know about The Unknown by indicies. Assumptions. Omitted spaces, blank spots where there ought to be something but are missing. Like a carpet of your understanding, where patterns are left out.

Indian Hindu cosmology philosophy presents the metaphysical concepts of Brahman and Atman. Brahman is the total universe, the ultimate reality, timeless infinite formless, the source of everything. Atman is the individual self, the totality of the mind, soul and ego, the innermost unchangable essence of a person. And here comes my favorit part, the outer and inner infinite meet, sort of bends, merges, flowes into each other. The outer universe meets the inner mind in unison in a total threhundredsixty degree mental loop. They are the same.

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NATURE IS NATURAL NATURE THE US

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Fantasy is probably the oldest literary device for talking about reality. ~Ursula K. Le Guinn

SEEING HEARING FEELING SENSING SMELLING TASTING TUCHING LIVING BREATHING THINKING INTUITIONING WITHOUT BORDERS

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THREE BEAUTIFUL COMPANIONS

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THE MUSIC THE MYSTERY

When did we start we singing? By the rythm of stone knapping 3 m years ago? By the rythm of our feet over the treads of the new habitat savanna? By scearing off preditors in unison round the camp fire like the hooka of New Zealand? By lulling our infants?

I think music is a genuine elegant intuitive expression of our inner nature, an expression of the rythms of everything the nature of cosmos.

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TO MEASURE EVERYTHING AGAINST EVERYTHING

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THE MOST COMPLICATED STRUCTURE HITHERTO KNOWN

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ORCHESTRAL SUMMERIZED EXPERIENCE OF CHEMISTRY AND FORCE

In 1994, David Chalmers, australian, in full curly blond hippe hair entered the podium and famously made a stir at the conference ”The science of consciousness” in Tucson, Arizona, a conference lead by now well known anesthesiologist Stuart Hameroff by introducing a new concept concerning consciousness; ”the easy” and ”the hard” problem. No one had made the bold suggestion of dividing the problem of consciousness problem into two. An ”easy” problem being how the brain does things, perceives and register things, processing language, thinking, understanding the brain’s physical processes. And a ”hard” problem involving subjective experience, our feelings, experienced colors, sensing a sent from a rose. This is ”hard” according to Chalmers because we don’t have a method for explaning subjective feeling. Qualia as a mysterious special window of perception connected, related to deeper associative layers of the unconscious. But unexplainable. To Chalmers so far.

Although my short description above is an oversimplification, neither problem sounds easy to me.

From ”the hard problem” follows the more specific concept of ”Qualia”, quality, among filosophers a widely accepted term for inner subjective experience or feelings or perceptions, experiencing the color ”red” or tooth ache. A popular wonderous beautiful latin word.

The subjectivity of the concept makes it hard to explore, but there are hints in the mist. I think one has to start at cellular level. How does a cell disciminate between different environments, friends or foes? For survival reasons it’s of course an advantage to detect and remember exterior changes. This ”intuitive”, yet to be explained, knowledge making the cell intelligent.

But qualia is a subjective experience craving self awareness, so qualia doesn’t come into play until the complexity organisms has conscious abilities to internally experience ”red”. A cell has it’s own internal qualia in it’s own way.

How can the perceptions, differences of qualia we are witnessing, in a crude attempt be explained?

Qualia has character. It’s an indicator, it points to something, it means something.

Qualia is a quality, it’s nature’s way of showing us, it’s a way of making us see, descriminating the differences.

Qualia through the ages has also made a point of being different from each others. An important aspect of consciousness thus the ability to discriminate and seeing, observe differences.

”I passed a man shoveling gravel on a stone slab. I noticed the sharp irregular unpleasant scraping sound. I even felt the sound in my body, causing similar fictive ripples in my interior because of my experiences hurting myself on gravel. The sound was qualia. I have other memories driving my palm of my hand into the gravel falling of my bike. Feelings sublimated, refined, added, summerized. The sound was associated with a plethoria of prior experiences, real and imagined. Qualia is an abundance of subliminal familiar associations just merely realized.”

An animal´s experience of a color green makes the animal use the knowledge but it becomes a color only when the experience becomes conscious. That is as a human.

Qualia “adds” an experience invention, the discrimination of different physical, chemical influences on the body. Qualia are sensory experiences based on the influence of the environment on the body. Chemical, electromagnetic radiation, acoustics, physics. Qualia is an advanced practical summarizing of experience.

QUALIA AS AN INTERNAL LANGUAGE

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THE PURPOSE OF LIFE

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ALREADY MAD UNIVERSE MEETS HUMAN MIND

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WE HAVE FOUR BRAINS. OCTOPUSSIES HAS EIGHT

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”Comfortable couchins swayed. Incence’s smoke meandered lingering perfectly in the still air. A flicker of recognition, quickly veiled. An hesitation in the lift of an eyebrow, a briefest narrowing of the eyes—was it curiosity, caution, or something else, just beyond the grasp of certainty? One shifted an eye’s weight, movement small enough to be plausible, yet deliberate in its timing. Across the space between them, an unreadable smile formed and then faded, as if reconsidered in mid-thought.” G P Tennis

How many looks have I recieved spot on when passing. How many millions of different approches. Hesitant, blank, curious, searching, indifferent, neglectful, friendly, suspicious, doughlike, sprinkling, enthusiastic, mysterious, wanting, submissive, promising, meaning, politeful, correct, grumpy, snuffy, inviting the list could go on and on.
A look has an infinite of variations. A quick glance meaning everything or not. The quick gaze from under a blank soft face hidden brim of a wide elegant hat like in a movie’s image. Our eyes are as we know unfathomable wells of unknown depths of knowledge. Why is this so? What is hidden from the emediate? So many times pondered in poetry.
What is obvious is a multitude of micropostures signaling and communicating through out the theatre of our face. Emediate unconscious and efficiant. We just interact in this way convienant effortlessly.

By a cast glance.

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PATTERN DETECTING BRAIN`S MAIN TOOL FOR THINKING

”Thinking about thinking, at thirty-five I had a vision of how the brain operates.

I imagined thousands of ”glass plates” in a row, all with a memory of an image, printed or engraved onto it, a form or a pattern of some kind. Every glass plate also connected to a detection lamp.

If one wanted to categorize or identify a new impression, an image, an entity, a new expression coming to your senses, simply put an experience of some kind, one had to search one’s whole memory to compare to this new phenomenon to identify and see what it is.

This new pattern, also on glass plate, would then fall through all the other glass plates in the memory trying to compare this new with what already is memorized or recorded. When a similarity is detected a lamp would lit up indicating a hit aimed for further investigation. I imagined not necessary a ”full” hit, a true similarity, but only a slight similarity would be required for the lamp to lit.

My thought experiment involves only two dimensions, but a more accurate description of the multifaceted way the brain operates would require glass plates in rows in every imagined direction, backwards, fragmented, whatever, and on top of that all glass plates also interconnected in equal amount of dimensions.”

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UNKNOWN DRIVER FOR UNDERSTANDING

It’s a need to tell a story. J Mitchell

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CONVERSING THE UNCONSCIOUS

”Happiness, joy, delight, contentment, satisfaction, gratitude, euphoria, bliss, amusement, excitement, pride, love, sadness, sorrow, grief, melancholy, loneliness, despair, disappointment, heartache, regret, nostalgia, anger, rage, frustration, resentment, annoyance, irritation, indignation, fury, wrath, fear, anxiety, worry, panic, dread, nervousness, terror, apprehension, insecurity, disgust, revulsion, loathing, contempt, aversion, repulsion, nausea, surprise, astonishment, amazement, wonder, confusion, disbelief, infatuation, admiration, tenderness, fondness, devotion, warmth, compassion, guilt, shame, remorse, regret, humiliation, embarrassment, self-reproach, disgrace, hope, optimism, anticipation, confidence, enthusiasm, inspiration, aspiration, despair, hopelessness, dejection, despondency, powerlessness, resignation, palm, peacefulness, serenity, tranquility, contentment, relief, mindfulness, jealousy, envy, covetousness, resentment, bitterness, possessiveness, confusion, uncertainty, doubt, perplexity, ambivalence, hesitation, boredom, apathy, indifference, monotony, listlessness, ennui, disengagement, euphoria, mania, exhilaration, ecstasy, jubilation, overexcitement, longing, nostalgia, yearning, wistfulness, homesickness, saudade, empowerment, confidence, assurance, self-worth, assertiveness, courage, alienation, loneliness, isolation, detachment, estrangement, abandonment, awe, transcendence, emptiness, futility, absurdity.” Basic Emotions Paul Ekman

The japanese philosophy Zen found out about life, how to live. Be friends with your unconscious and practice balans were the keys. Zen teaches a technique of fusing conscious mind with the unconscious. It takes some years to practice properly, but you gain inner tranquility and far better judgment. Zen’s famous round symbol with an S dividing the circle into two black and white for ever dancing fishlike forms, Yin and Yang symbolizes the two fundamental forces of life. An inverted dot in each of the forms expresses the ubiquitous ever present exception to the rule.

Zen is deep and subtle and premiers direct wordless experience as well as simplicity and naturalness. Also openness, curiosity with no preconceptions. To practice Zen is to be. To exist.

This practice of fusing consciousness with the unconscious parts of your mind nurture a mental sensibility necessary for being at rest with oneself and encourage creativity.

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Religion, a word of possible origins, from about 1300, ’bound by a monastery wow of faith’. Other from Cicero, living to 43 AD, ’go through’ reading or thinking again, once more. Clear though that religion as a concept can be of immence expansion, easely exemplified by the religious gods world Hinduism and it’s accompanied litterature, the Vedic sacred litterature, in size double or triple the size of the Bible depending your measures. All of the wonders of who we are, our mission and the purpose of living.

Religion summerized by symbolic ropes and bounds by psychological, social traditions in a context of a living working functioning societie’s myth. By customs of faith and beleives. Of immence importance of peoples through out history.

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(I will return to and expand on this immence still vital tradition going backwards through the cathedrals back to the the pyramid egyptians and beyond. The atheist’s blindness not unveiled other then they are drunk)

Talking religion, the usual question is a spearhead aimed to the bull’s eye question of God’s existence. Missing that god is a concept and can be enterpreted in a multitude of ways, communion and conscience the first words that comes to mind. But the question is put in physical termes and misses totally the spiritual or philosophical possible aspect. Christianity for instance placed God also at the heart of everyone’s heart, that is conscience. An aim or idéa to live up to. Also an enormous body of lived religion, customs, eternal problems of conscience, was it right to kill the enemy, to what degree am I responable for my actions, how an ideal life. The sworn atheist comfortly makes it an easy twist to ignore the whole interior of the cathederal temple of moral and the full glowing rainbow in the landscape outside in trying to frame the philosopher by nailing only the fringe of his robe to the wooden door.

Religion asks questions about character. What character is built of.
Mysicism and ’disenchantment’ of modern society of Weber asks questions that now circumvents outdated postmodernism, now again merging or rumbeling with the old strong ideas about enlightenment.

Moral is usually your personal guidelines on how to live your life most properly and at ease with others. Friends and society. Ethics is ascribed to collective rules and perceptions. the shared rules and understandings that shape societies. There is usually much ado with endless debate and discourse about moral and ethics but to me the essence simple. Both words trace their origins to custom, reflecting the way humans have always lived—anchored in the quiet wisdom of traditions forged through generations of unspoken agreements.

The just recently corrupt woke now loosing Hollywood, was a theater, an immence western cathedral of moral and stories thereof, on how to behave, how moral heralded into a world of limelight idols similar to the greek parnass, semigods, and writers that weaved the grand moral story of the west.

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JULIAN JAYNE’S BOOK `THE ORIGIN OF CONSCIOUSNESS

”It is one of those books that is either complete rubbish or a work of consummate genius, nothing in between! Probably the former, but I’m hedging my bets.” Richard Dawkins

A book left the bookstore shelves 1977 and hasn’t since been out of print. The intellectual world didn’t know what to make of it. It went against the notion of common sense on how our consciousness came about. Even well studied scholars were not free from being ingrained in preconceived opinion, perhaps more they than others, so many rejected the ideas in the book, but some were enthusiastic about it. Although laudering revews from respected critics it never gained momentum to be accepted by a wider strata as an equal theory among others.

The book had a lengthy heavy title: ”The origin of consciousness in the breakdown of the bicameral mind.”

Written by a psychologist studing and teaching at Yale and Princton. Jaynes claimed that humans had no self consciousness at all before 1-2000 CA, surprisingly it arosed out of our language.

The theory is complex at first hand, consciousness out of language presupposes several additional theories necessary to underpin the main claim, consciousness as a result of our language.

Jaynes’s theories touches on many disciplines, including neuroscience, linguistics, psychology, archeology, history, religion and analysis of ancient texts.

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THE CROWD IS EVERYONE’S HOME. WITHOUT IT YOU´RE ALONE. IN STRENGTH

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ORCH OR • SIR ROGER PENROSE AND STUART HAMEROFF ARE ON TO SOMETHING

Anirban Bandyopadhyay and Michael Levin also.

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SPEAK IN RIDDLES AND LATER ANSWER

Paul Simon in 1963 had only been singing covers and had made 50 demos of new songs. His biographer Robert Hillburn said he´d listened them all and none were good. In november 1963 Simon decided to sit in darkness in his clauset with only the water tap running every afternoon, he said he was soothed by the sound. Every day in november he sat there with lights out just listening to the dark.

After days sitting in the darkness these words just came to him.

Hello darkness my old friend, I´ve come to talk to you again

Because a vision softly creeping, left it´s seed while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains.

Within the sound of silence

The darkness started to talk to him.

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Writer Anne Lamott had a brother ten years old trying to write a school paper on birds. Having spent three months without doing anything sitting the last evening before final submission he was in despair almost crying, his father put his arm around him and said; Bird by bird. Just do it bird by bird. The name of a much appriciated book she later wrote.

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