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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 7, 2008 12:22:24 GMT -5
Heheh, well I like your idea of joining a gang but I think I'll modify that somewhat and just start up my own. Oh wait I done did that already (kind of). The Grubs. It all started w/me and my best friend from high school, Greg Grub . That's right: Shaun and Greg Grub. The Grub Bros. We are the selfsame infamous duo of superheroic champions against the forces of evil, forged just over a quarter-century ago in the hills of Arkansas. Our exploits back then are legendary, of course, but the surprising thing you may not be aware of, is that the Grub Bros are alive and well and still kicking evil's sorry ass.
As growing shrubbery for skin goes, well that's my alter-ego Viridian, right there. Viridian is actually a character in one of my early fantasy story drafts. He looks like a human but is actually a plant. His chief characteristic is that he must keep moving, otherwise, if he remains still, rootlets begin growing from him and into the ground. Should he remain still for too long -- he will be permanently anchored to that spot. Hence Viridian must keep moving to remain free. That's me, in a nutshell.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Nov 7, 2008 12:33:02 GMT -5
Well obviously that was incorporated from your subconscious into the dream - it may be doubtful that the dream really signifies anything because it is just derivative of a character you've already created in your head, but if it does mean anything it could be that Viridian was borne out of a subconscious fear of "rooting" or settling down, and your dream is simply a symbolic representation of this fear. In your dream you were afraid of a time when the dragon would come for you, and when it did, it basically resembled the core of your alter-ego. Maybe it's time to re-think the rootless thing?
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 7, 2008 12:56:53 GMT -5
Hmmm, yes, possibly. However (and here is where I have to be fair to you, my dear) the Viridian thing represents, in my honest estimation, but a small fraction of the "rest of the picture". And by "fair to you", I mean really that I'm not trying to drag you into an endless litany (which it would appear to be) of info concerning me and my dream. i.e, the Viridian aspect is only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 7, 2008 12:57:29 GMT -5
I was thinking more along the lines of maybe fearing age, or commitment, or clowns. Or dragons. Yes, upon further consideration, I'm sure that your dream indicates that you should not be afraid of dragons. As for fearing things along those lines, well I don't fear aging, or commitment -- quite the opposite, actually. I relish commitment, always have ever since I've known me. As for aging - - look forward to that, too. Just wondering when it'll start. But I'll be honest - - I do fear getting Alzheimer's; my grammy had it. |
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Post by samplestiltskin on Nov 7, 2008 13:22:47 GMT -5
the only thing i'm absolutely terrified of is going crazy. it runs in my family on my mom's side, and it ain't a happy kind of crazy.
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 7, 2008 13:45:53 GMT -5
I hear ya on that, being a tad crazy myself, but of the "good" variety (I'd hope). So I know what you mean. Its really kind of the same fear I have of getting Alzheimers. Its why I've always lived for the moment, I guess.
p.s.
More on the dragon dream and its implications, later
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Post by rockkid on Nov 13, 2008 7:57:50 GMT -5
Had this one Tue night.
I was in a bar that had a glass front & across from it was an empty field.
At some point I looked out only to see the field filling up with huge fifth wheel motor homes & tons of KKK all in full sheet gear.
They started heading over to the bar & we were trying to get folk out the back of the bar fast. I knew I was too hammered to drive away but I became fixed on getting my car which was out front.
In any event some KKK guy had me cornered in a bathroom & I woke up.
WTF was that all about ??!
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 13, 2008 11:53:37 GMT -5
hmmm...
oh, hey rockkid -!-- welcome back - - I saw ya pop up the other day,
glad to have you back around these here parts.
Perhaps your dream is merely a reflection of Obama having been elected,
and the fears of racism boiling just under the surface of things ready to break
may have affected your sleep. . . . . or something along those lines.. . .
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Post by rockkid on Nov 15, 2008 22:33:34 GMT -5
Possible if I lived in the US. Sadly higher probability the Taco Bell consumed at supper.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Nov 17, 2008 11:03:30 GMT -5
Taco Bell will give anyone nightmares.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Dec 24, 2008 13:36:33 GMT -5
thorn - i don't know where your quote about "nothing" came from. (Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.) but i have something to say about this.
being a devoted semiotician, i've become obsessed with ones and zeros. they hold a practically boundless potential for interpretation and symbolism. but the more i think about "something" vs "nothing" (or the 1 vs 0), i see that zero holds one. when one is taken away, zero is still there. always will be.
i have a great respect for the "void" or "nothing". to me, 1 is the prison. it defines and therefore confines.
where did your quote come from? the reason i chose to post this on my dream board is that i've had a lifelong recurring dream that could be interpreted as ones fighting zeros, something fighting nothing. i see these two shapes, one spiky, dark and needle-thin, the other voluminous and purely white. the giant round perfect whiteness seems to me to be the zero here. neither one ever wins, but they fight eternally in my head. i remember dreaming this as a baby even.
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Post by Thorngrub on Dec 24, 2008 14:34:42 GMT -5
The quote comes from Antonio Porchia's book of aphorisms called Voces, or "Voices". It was translated by W.S. Merwin (one of the greatest American poets) and is one of the most rewarding little books of "poetry" I've ever owned. Here are some of his aphorisms culled on wiki: en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Antonio_PorchiaThis is a "must-have" book. Every page is crammed with the most enigmatic single -line or two-line phrases. Stuff like When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time. for example. I like ruminating about the difference(s) between one and nothing. I think Porchia is saying (when he says nothing is also our prison) that we are trapped or otherwise boxed-in by nothing - that is, by our inability to generate something to think about, or do. In that respect nothing can be a prison as much as it is - nothing at all. - -{ will get to your having identified 1 as a prison }- - in the meantime, I myself have observed that nothing must exist, in order to counterbalance the "something" that displaces it, otherwise, infinity must be real. But if infinity is real - - everything else becomes meaningless, by contrast. Therefore I don't believe in "infinity" . . . I believe, rather, in "finity"; that is, the observable, measurable universe being finite. But then, it follows that the existence of "nothing" must be allowed. Perhaps nothing lies beyond our universe, quite literally. This must be that area wherein we have colored it in with "dark energy" and "dark matter" and "dark flow" theories. Some have suggested, that perhaps, we simply do not know enough about the true nature of gravity, which has resulted in these dark matter theories... If you try and untangle the "logic" behind all that I've just said here, you should find that one of two things must be the case. Either infinity is purely an imaginary concept and nothing exists
(to which our "something" manifested in spacetime here counterbalances); or Nothing is purely an imaginary concept and infinity actually exists
(to which our finite reality here is but a subset). Now you have suggested 1 is our prison. That seems to make sense. That "it defines and therefore confines". That it constantly battles against "nothing" and neither one ever wins. I myself have long ago observed that there is much paradoxical about apparant truth. To the point I decided that in an important manner, Paradox = Truth . . . Ones and zeroes can be identified, for starters, as being purely imaginary symbols, of course. Same as something "two dimensional" is an imaginary symbol for something "flat" -- despite there being no such thing, really. Even a piece of paper has thickness. . .even gold electroplating has thickness, 1 molecule nonetheless, thickness makes, right? So when you start thinking about numbers being imaginary, it helps isolate the 2nd Axiom -- " Nothing is purely an imaginary concept and infinity actually exists
(to which our finite reality here is but a subset)." Focus in on this one, and you immediately recognize the double-meaning in the first clause "Nothing is purely an imaginary concept" . . . It can be interpreted as meaning "There is no such thing as imaginary concepts" just as readily as it could be interpreted to mean "The conception of nothingness is imaginary" or even "everything is real" . . . Holy shit I think I just fried a mental circuit |
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Post by Thorngrub on Dec 24, 2008 14:38:06 GMT -5
Cuz, don't you see, I started out my discourse of rationality here by maintaining that I tend to side with "infinity does not exist", yet my own logic dictates otherwise. i.e, paradox. . . i.e, truth...
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Post by Thorngrub on Dec 24, 2008 14:43:11 GMT -5
This really goes to show how "truth" must be, at least, multi-dimensional. That is, not merely one-sided. Perhaps infinity truly does not exist . . . relative to our position in spacetime, currently. Perhaps infinity truly does exist . . . once we're released from the prison of our spacetime/flesh . . . the prison of our numerology. . . the ones you spoke of.
Perhaps nothingness itself is truly an actual phenomenon... awaiting us on the other side of our current existence... or maybe nothing exists perpetually outside our ability to reach it... constantly "beyond" the parameters of our infinite existence . . .
And perhaps nothing does NOT exist, except in our minds, as an imaginary symbol, the zero around the one, and all that is true is infinite, and all we can do is go around and around, thinking about it, exchanging ones for zeroes, pulling ourselves along rung by rung into the void. Moving forward towards something finite and an infinity of nothingness, simultaneously.
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rockkid
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Post by rockkid on Jan 4, 2009 22:34:59 GMT -5
I drempt I was outside myself, being someone else.
Using anothers eyes.
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