10-19-2008, 12:00 AM
There is a fictional story , from a song , about a pilgrim who asks the Dalai Lama of the meaning of life. The reply was , "Life is like a beanstalk,
isn't it ?". Now , my guess is that we can only grow up to the sun , and then wither with the coming of winter. Once it dawned on me what was
written about Syntax in 'The Active Side of Infinity' , it was Eureka! of course , a new point of view outside of the common perception. Somehow
there is no finality even though it seems that way to mortals.
Actually , I returned to this thread to admit that I do find the general ritual of the New World nations very attractive , and that ritual is expressed in
Castaneda. That is , to acknowledge the powers that rule our world . As I understand it , from the Dakota , the Six directions , which all know. North ,
south , east , west, Grandmother below our feet , Grandfather Creator of the Cosmos.
I am viewing a documentary on poet Allen Ginsberg right now. That reminds me of a line he was partly responsible for , from a song by a band known as The Fugs
, about death. "Bury me in an apple orchard , that I may kiss your lips again..." . Damn, is that in the Bible? A quote from Sitting Bull ,
perhaps. Those words bring a tear to my eye and a rise in the breast. I am yet alive , I can feel , hell , I can feel eternity.
isn't it ?". Now , my guess is that we can only grow up to the sun , and then wither with the coming of winter. Once it dawned on me what was
written about Syntax in 'The Active Side of Infinity' , it was Eureka! of course , a new point of view outside of the common perception. Somehow
there is no finality even though it seems that way to mortals.
Actually , I returned to this thread to admit that I do find the general ritual of the New World nations very attractive , and that ritual is expressed in
Castaneda. That is , to acknowledge the powers that rule our world . As I understand it , from the Dakota , the Six directions , which all know. North ,
south , east , west, Grandmother below our feet , Grandfather Creator of the Cosmos.
I am viewing a documentary on poet Allen Ginsberg right now. That reminds me of a line he was partly responsible for , from a song by a band known as The Fugs
, about death. "Bury me in an apple orchard , that I may kiss your lips again..." . Damn, is that in the Bible? A quote from Sitting Bull ,
perhaps. Those words bring a tear to my eye and a rise in the breast. I am yet alive , I can feel , hell , I can feel eternity.