

It's October. Fall is in full swing. The leaves are changing fast animated by colder temperatures, cloudy skies, wind and rain. A beautiful time of year. October is also the month we celebrate Halloween 10/31 before All Saints Day on 11/1. With this new series of images, that will go on for a few posts, I've been thinking of differences between aliens and angels (hence the image's subtitles). I don't really think there is any difference between aliens and angels. Was the virgin Mary visited/impregnated by an angel? Or did she have an alien abduction experience where she became impregnated? There are so many stories in the Christian Bible that could be attributed to alien interception/experience from the birth and ascension in the New Testament to the Exodus of the Old Testament. Angels are not of this earth and neither are aliens so it seems to me that they are one and the same. I suspect that angels and aliens are the same they just appear to us in ways we can best comprehend them: Whether they are little gray humanoid figures or winged/robed figures. Both aliens and angels are often depicted as intersex (neither male nor female) or androgynous (both male and female). It only makes sense that we understand things according to our own experience/knowledge. We live in a technological age so it makes sense that in the wake of our experience with machines that fly that we would experience alien life as flying through space on machines (space ships, rockets, saucers etc). But back in ancient times of the bible; machines that fly were completely inconceivable and could not even be imagined. So beings that travel through air/space were described as having wings like that of a bird which is something the people of that era COULD comprehend. So are aliens really angels and angels really "little gray men"? I suspect this is something I'll be thinking about for a long time and time will tell as our understanding of the universe and our place in it continues to evolve. As our knowledge and experience grow, as we continue to evolve as a species we may end up having a completely different view of aliens/angels in the future. You may start to see some similarities between my images in this series and figures in prehistoric cave paintings that depict alien life.
The three images posted here today from left to right are: Ascend To Lightning (aliens & angels) The Hand Around The Corner (aliens & angels) Three Eyes and One Mouth (aliens & angles) There was a Contemporary Christian Musician that wrote a wonderful song titled U.F.O. And while it is about Jesus it blurs the lines between religion and extra-terrestrial nicely. Enjoy. https://youtu.be/gjd265vNIlQ
It's easy to get sucked into the vortex of negativity that we perceive, witness; and turn it into our own personal suffering. While this life is made of suffering - we should not add to our suffering that which we do not have the power to change.
Árstíðir - Hvenær kemur sól (When will the sun come)
fyi: Árstíðir translated means Seasons. Also next to Sigur Ros they are my favorite icelandic band.
Sadly we live in a time of outrage. Everyone is outraged at something or someone. Media is outraged. Politicians are outraged. People are outraged in the name of religion. Regular citizens are outraged. Will it take destroying ourselves to stop the madness? For all it's advances in technology humanity is still living in the dark ages emotionally. In fact I think the case could be made the humanity is not evolving but devolving to the most base animal instincts. In fact if you watch the opening section ("The Dawn of Man") in Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY https://youtu.be/ypEaGQb6dJk the only difference between us today and the animals portrayed in the film is technology. The behavior is the same. Outrage causes reasoning that is only used for destructive purposes. What do you think? Do you have hope? Why? What can you provide that will make me believe? Your considered thoughts and questions are welcome.
The Good Lie
I lied to you
and that is true.
I told you something you wanted to believe.
I let you believe something I did not agree with.
You wonder why I’m distant?
I do not wish to give a truth that hurts, room to breathe.
I wanted to give you room to evolve
and grow in your own time. Not my time.
I was taught; ALL lies are bad
and we should ALWAYS tell the truth.
But everybody lies:
lies of omission,
lies of deception,
lies to protect,
lies to self,
lies to manipulate,
lies to harm.
Motive is the key.
I lied to you
and that is true.
because if I told you the truth about ….
You would have been forced to make a judgement
you did not want and were not ready to make.
because if I told you the truth
you would not have acted in the love, grace and mercy
in which you believe.
You would have endangered your own salvation and peace of mind.
And I could not live with that.
A truth never known is love in disguise and
an un-healing wound never inflicted.
I lied to you
and that is that.
Inspired, in part, by the film titled THE FAREWELL (see trailer)https://youtu.be/RofpAjqwMa8
Happy New Year everyone. The promise of snow over the Holidays was not exaggerated. On Christmas morning we had 6-8 inches on the ground and and 1-2 inches fell throughout Christmas Day. But that is past. The New Year is upon us. This song expresses my dearest desire for each and every one of you. That you feel safe. For safety is not about the pandemic and has pitifully dominated the past year – like the song says it’s about living with/in grace, being rested, calm, anchored, unchained, holding no blame, no fear, no blame, being brave and open. I would also argue that is the foundation of love. I love each and everyone one of you even if we have never physically met. Thank you for your kindness and support.
Safe
Rested
Clear
Calm
grace
centered
here
home
we’ve fought so hard
we’ve come so far
back where we began
and for all the joys and sorrows
finally we can
be safe
anchored
unchained
faith
holding
no
blame
and the future is everything
as we forgive ourselves
and we reach beyond the wreckage
of you loving someone else
our hearts are still surrendering
now the wounds will heal
in spite of everything
learning how to feel
safe
hopeful
no
fear
brave
open
now
we’re
safe
be kind and always
remember to love
this one life we live
has to be enough
be kind and always
remember to love
this one life we live
has to be enough
Something we all need to be reminded of from time to time. We as human beings have a habit of blowing things out of proportion and making them seem more important than they are.
I want you to think about what makes you angry, frustrated, sad, hopeless. It might be relationships, politics, health, personal economics/finances, business, religion, culture, media, the environment etc. Nothing is off bounds. Everything matters here. I’m guessing there is at least one thing that immediately comes to mind for every individual.
Now.
Let it go.
Let it go now.
And yes, that seems easy; but it’s not, especially the more invested you are in the subject whether it’s emotionally, spiritually or intellectual investment.
But do you think the tree in Autumn wants to let go of its leaves? Or that it’s easy. And yet it does. The tree feels the pain of separation with each leaf – sometimes a thousand times. Year after year the tree will let go of its leaves. The tree does not know what the future holds but it continues the cycle.
So for all the things that seem so important at the time – in the long view – they are not important at all.
They are about as important as a “pebble lying on a gravel road”. So let it go. Sometimes it’s easier sung than done. I found that singing this song while I’m thinking of these things helps me keep things in perspective and remember what’s really important.
Maybe a nice practice would be to write down all these things than anger, frustrate (…etc.) you. Then like Autumn leaves – burn them. Let the worries and cares turn to ash. Then wash them away.
Robert Mirabal is one of my favorite Native American songwriters. He grew up and still resides in Taos, New Mexico. I first saw and met him when I was in the music retail business. His original label had a showcase of new talent that I was fortunate enough to be invited to attend. Robert, and his brother Reynaldo, Mirabal made a permanent impression on me. Simply one of the most moving concerts I’d seen. His humility is real. This clip is from a PBS special called MUSIC FROM A PAINTED CAVE. The message in this song is powerful and perhaps more relevant today than ever before. Enjoy this track, LITTLE INDIANS. What type of mirror are you?
Little Indians walking two by two
Three girls, one boy, losing faith with the world
Step by step, moving towards the end
Step by step, moving towards the front
Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all
Little Indian men, walking two by two
Lost and weary, losing faith with the world
One by one, moving towards their death
One by one, moving towards their death
Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all
(flute solo) ……….
Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Can you take them away
can you carry them away
maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all
Little child walking all alone
Lost and lonely, losing faith with my world
Step by step, moving towards my end
Step by step, moving towards my end
Can you take me away
can you carry me away
Can you take me away
can you carry me away
Maybe I’m the mirror that reflects all
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Maybe I’m the mirror that reflects all
Can you take me away
can you carry me away
Can you take me away
can you carry me away
Maybe I’m the mirror that reflects all
Maybe I’m the mirror that reflects all
Maher Zain born 16 July 1981. A singer/songwriter who’s music can be described as inspirational pop and many classify as R&B. Born in Tripoli, Lebanon his family emigrated to Sweden when he was 8 years old. His music has a strong muslim influence but don’t let that throw you off. He sings mostly in English but also mixes in Arabic, French, Turkish, Malay and Indonesian. He is also known to release different versions of the songs in each language. He releases his recordings on the Awakening Music label. His videos are powerful connections between lyric, sound and image. He finds commonality in his faith where so many try to find difference and separation. I find that many of they lyrics could be appreciated by Christian, Jews, Buddhists. If his videos sometimes seem political it is simply because he takes an event as the core topic of the story/message he is trying to spread. It is not a politics of separation but, instead, a politics of unity, exploring commonality in the human experience. Songs of social justice and conflict. Here are several videos. I hope you enjoy.
His newest video in remembrance of the Bosnia Genocide that began 11th July 1995.
This morning out my window #2
This morning out my window #1
It may be Friday – but Sunday’s on the way!
What a way to wrap up the first full week of March. Spring is right around the corner. For those who follow me and like my work the music today is for you.
I’ve recently noticed that the times we are living in are not unlike the late 60’s early 70’s with cultural and political unrest, deep division and social dysfunction. I’ve also noticed that there is some incredibly inspired music that is made during troubled times. So go ahead and get your uplift on and let the sun shine in. Sunshine is the protest against darkness.
Enjoy this classic from the musical HAIR performed here by the 5th Dimension.
And this classic also by the 5th Dimension
Church of the Cosmic Skull.
The cosmic recipe:
one part glam
2 parts psychedelia
a dose of progressive
frosted with boogie and harmony
from their second album SCIENCE FICTION (2018)
The Church of the Cosmic Skull believers creed:
THE 7 OBJECTS
Recognize the hallucinatory nature of reality
Investigate all aspects of the reality-hallucination
Receive all phenomena with equanimity
Celebrate and uphold the freedom of art, science and thought
Meet mistakes with forgiveness and determination
Do what you want, with love in your heart
Maintain focus on the unity of all living things
The Face Of God Behind The Prophet (can you see it?)
I’d ask each of you to ask the question: What is our world and culture doing to me? Is it making me more human or less human?
I recently watched the excellent and possibly most aggressive film Ingmar Bergman ever directed. It’s called SHAME. Even though the setting is an imagined Civil War it is a reflection of his thoughts and feelings about WWII and the Vietnam War. It is one of the better anti-war films because it graphically shows what happens to “third parties” in a conflict (i.e. not the principal players) On the Criterion Collection edition DVD there is an interview with Bergman’s muse at-the-time, Liv Ullman. She recounts what Bergman said at the time:
“He said, ‘What we have to be aware of for ourselves is coldness, indifference, looking down at other people, lack of contact with other people….'”
I love that quote and I think it is a perfect thing for us to meditate on in these times in which we live, where there is rapidly rising partisanship, greater ideological divides and an onslaught of excessive blame, cruel judgement, harsh criticism, hatred, lies and extremism in every format (even advertisements – I’m thinking of a weed killer commercial where a woman shouts “Kill em ALL”). And when extremism is presented as humorous or justified as mocking and we laugh – we add to the problem and become insensitive. We need to THINK and think critically about what we consume in media and advertisements. It’s easy to get caught up in all the reporting about this and that twitter feud but as we do we also become more emotionally trapped by that. We begin to choose sides. We are blind to the fact about how that is slowly stripping away our humanity. We cease to see people, who disagree with us, as human. We desire to see them treated as the animals we perceive in their reported and confessed behavior. It’s the old trap: An eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth…… Before you know we become the animals ourselves.
So how do we rise above? And even though I don’t identify as Christian anymore – I’ve always loved Jesus Christ and am amazed that religious people (especially in America), who seek positions of power in their religion and in politics, fail to see that what they seek is what killed their Savior to begin with. It was not the Jews (as a race) who killed Christ it was religion and politics. Politics because of Roman leadership that refused to get involved and handed Christ over to the religious leaders; it was then religious moral high-mindedness, protectionism and fear that finished the job. Both politicians and religious leaders wanted to maintain control of the people and how did they do that? They killed love.
So back to my question how do we rise above it? First we need to come down to earth. How do we stop ourselves from becoming the thing we hate? I think the answer lies in Bergman’s quote. We need to remain warm in our observations of others and realize that those in the news, twitter, facebook, youtube or whatever other outlet that allows their dehumanizing hate to be vomited out into the world, are still human. Human in spite of the latest outrage. We NEED to find a way to see them as human beings that are worth saving. We need to reach out to hear them, understand them and meet them part way. If we criticize them and ridicule them, judge them, shame them and embarrass them we do nothing to win them over. We only become more like them and when we realize that – then shame sets in and we are filled with shame and self-loathing. Lost in a cycle we can see no way out of. It takes someone to step outside the self-perpetuating cycle and say, “Wait…. I’m sorry, while I disagree with what you are saying or how your are expressing it I’d like to hear more about why you feel that way and see if there’s a way we can work through it together.” And when they say something you disagree with ask them, “Why do you think that will work or how will that help the situation?” There is NOT one way to do things.
That sets the stage for dialog – it’s the beginning of change. We cease to be lost in the coldness of our own defenses. When we stop the polemicizing and start listening to other peoples stores we cease to be trapped by the indifference we feel toward others. We stop looking down on others and take steps to heal the contact, the bond between us that makes us uniquely human. We stop defining the other person as “them” or “the other”. We also need to stop being offended by criticism. Remember offense is something you take = it’s not given to you. Accept criticism and respond lovingly and appropriately. And if you give criticism and the other person is offended you can be the salve, the healing balm with a simple “I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend I was just trying to express what I feel. Why does that offend you?”
So are you tired of the “ball of confusion” that perpetuates modern society?
If you are, I dare you seek out difference and find a way to meet it and meet with it. You can rise above it all. WE can rise above it all. When we help others rise up – especially those who are different with different ideologies, beliefs, moral centers, values ….. when we help others we help ourselves. I dare you. Will you dare? You might be surprised who will come along.
RISE UP
STAY HUMAN – “All I want to do is stay human with you…..”
It’s not going to happen unless we (you and I) make it happen.
BE THE CHANGE
BLACK AS NIGHT “I believe in the good things coming…”
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(5/2019)
What happened to my country?
I feel like an alien in my own land
where everything old is new again
old arguments
new context
the earth is flat
we never landed on the moon
the return of nazism returns and
white supremacy, nationalism, dictators
abortion rights
suppression of the press
the end of free speech
power of the gun
more walls fewer bridges
tiki torches over electricity
more bombast less wisdom
voter suppression
denial, deny everything
forcing yes by saying no
lie, lie, lie like there’s no tomorrow
the holocaust never happened
domestic terrorism rules the day
a normality of school shootings
armed teachers
corporate kings keep half of America
addicted to opioids
never once asking if they should
they knew they could earn a ton of dough
from the drug trade
so they would
act now apologize later
Is this the death of America or just democracy?
the all-you-can-eat
brimstone and treacle buffet
Every moral notion I’ve EVER had
is being crushed by
the people who taught me
everyone has their religion but no one believes
religion is politicized, weaponized and bastardized
everyone is talking
no one is listening
technology moves forward
while humanity falls
faster backward
Where are the lovers the haters have killed?
we pray for ourselves by cursing others
we pray for our kind and curse differences
as if only we matter
sameness perpetuates division
diversity has become a word
to bring attention to our differences
not the things that unite us
Everyone wants to be Goliath
the bigger the better
determined to change history
but they forgot David won the war
believing they can turn back the clock
moving forward in the delusion of progress
taking a life synonymous with birth
the rights of the living aborted for
the rights of the unborn, the nonhuman,
the corporate, the government, the powerful
the dog serves its master
the worm serves the fish
and the pigs shit everywhere
America, where is your
o, beautiful for spacious skies?
when did the battle hymn of the republic change?
Now we only trample through the vineyard
where we grow our own grapes of wrath
and prepare to loose the lightning
of our own swift sword
beating the drum to war
unnecessarily we forgot the
beauty of the lilies and
Christ irrelevant born
forget about his glory transfiguration
it’s just you and me
(sung) Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
glory, glory hallelujah
only the lie is marching on
America America
God shed his
onward christian soldiers
white privilege freedom thieves
now crown your good
white brotherhood
from sea to shining sea
and Jesus doesn’t love the children
all the children of the world
red and yellow, black and white
white are precious in his sight
that’s not the way the fucking songs go!
Hopefully artificial intelligence
will be ‘cause actual intelligence
seems to be the victim of extinction
let there be peace on earth
and let it begin with
someone else
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
God will not intervene!
even God wouldn’t deny the freewill
that humanity denies each other
God knows no borders
yet the rich and powerful use God
to force crisis borne of political expediency,
build walls and wage wars
Protect the money
grow the money
protect the money
grow the money
say it with me
protect the money, grow the money!
there is no happy ending here
man may have been made in the image of God but
God is still an extra-terrestrial alien creator
killed by its own creation
just as humanity will be killed by technology
the thing it creates
there is no rapture
the second coming came and went
it’s hard to imagine heaven
when all we create is hell
God damned humanity and
only humanity can save itself
I’m sorry if you were hoping for
words of encouragement
words of hope
words of inspiration
this vessel has been emptied and
washed clean
ready for a new beginning
let it begin
let the day begin!
On second thought
I think I’ll leave it empty for awhile
For more information about this project please see the following page: https://onbeingbecoming.com/the-end-of-language/
“blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blahblah,
blah blah blah blah blah,
blah blah blahblah blah
blahblah blah blah
blah blahblah blahblah.”
So,
in memory of Rod Geiser December 2018
Choices: Years
It takes years of modeling behavior and molding thought
inspired by wrong perceptions and misplaced values
Choices: Months
There are months of despair
Choices: Weeks
There are weeks of frustration
Choices: Days
Persistent anger for days
Choices: Hours
Decisions made over the course of hours
Choices: Minutes
Actions taken over the course of just minutes
Choices: Seconds
It takes only a second to fire a gun
Choices: Instantly
In an instant the bullet will pierce the body
Choices
…and the destiny of shooter and victim
are irrevocably changed.
Choices
Change MUST come
Politically
Socially
Culturally
spiritually
Choices
Choices I must make
Choices You must make
Choices We must make
The time is NOW.
Identity presence existence metaphysic existential reality:
these are the issues.
“Life is an illusion and we trick ourselves into thinking and believing it’s real.” ~ mobius faith diaries
When I took this photo (below) I was fascinated by the door handles, lock and chain. But as is often the case – after I got home and started processing the image I realized something quite disturbing. I was standing directly in front of these doors but nowhere in the image. No reflection of the photographer. Where had I gone? Where was the photographer? I suddenly began to question my existence for some reason. I began to doubt all that I thought I knew was real. I just could not fathom…. logic told me that when someone is standing in front of an object that is casting a reflection that person should be part of the reflection. But here, the glass doors were reflecting the street behind me but showed no interest in reflecting me – the reflected image was not interested in my narcissistic obsession. Okay so this is the stuff of nightmares. I actually did have a nightmare about this the night I processed this image. There had to be some logical explanation. There was NO “photoshopping” of this image to remove my reflection. I had simply disappeared at some point in time between the time I pressed the button on the shutter and when the shutter closed again. This was during the day so there was no time-lapse – I was shooting at full speed.
I noticed the crack/space where the two door meet. Had I disappeared into the crack of dark space. And if so how come I have no recollection? If we cease to exist do we have no recollection of what came before? If we cease to exist on this plane do we just start some other existence with no remembrance of the existence we had when we were mortal corporeal beings? Had I crossed some astral plane to the other side of the doors and was looking out? At one point I did actually wonder if I was looking out or looking in thru these doors. One can see the windows in the vacant dark space which contrast with the reflection of the street. But again, I began to question – is this a reflection of the windows or reflections of the street?
Your music moment today is provided by Khôra featuring their track ONE IS THE OTHER from their album Silent Your Body Is Endless on my favorite Canadian Label (Constellation Records).
***The truth of the matter – destroy your illusions – reflections have a way of bending. And that’s exactly what happened in this image. As you can see in the photo there is a space between the doors which means they were not sealed tightly shut. They were bowed out slightly reflecting the sides of the entrance and the street behind. The doors were bowed out enough to allow me to stand in the crack or space between without being in the reflection. You can figure out exactly how much if you measure the angle in the reflections which seem to close in behind me. Also logic tells me (and you hopefully) that there is no entranceway like this that narrows then gets wider as you get closer to the door. Think of a theater – outside on the sidewalk the entrance is wide and then funnels you into the doors not the other way around.
Bottom line. I no longer have nightmares about getting lost and disappearing. I CAN understand, appreciate and enjoy when it does happen. 🙂
Halloween. What a perfect time to talk about suffering. The two images today are part of a series titled “All Our Efforts Are Futile”. In the long view, everything we make seems to fall apart. No matter how much effort and how good it seems when it was first created our work, over time, will deteriorate. It’s just a fact of life. It’s a constant reminder of our own impermanence.
The foundation of all mental illness
is the unwillingness to experience legitimate suffering.
~ Carl Jung
It seems to me that we spend most of our life trying to avoid suffering. But just like our own impermanence and the inevitable decay of all we build, suffering is a part of our life experience. But what is “legitimate suffering?”
Is it the suffering that comes as a result of the actions of others? Is it the suffering that comes from our own actions?
I once saw a mental health advertisement on a city bus: it was a quote from a Newsweek magazine article from 2014 that had the headline “One In Five Adults Suffers From Mental Illness Each Year”. Those are not very good odds by any standard. If you look around you every 5th person you see may be suffering from some mental illness. Now mental illness takes many forms and that descriptor is not exclusive to the more elaborate/newsworthy like a sociopath. But can be something as common as depression or melancholia. I wonder if it is wise to describe these conditions as mental illness because everyone experiences them at some point in their life it is part of life experience and any number of things can spark that fire. But mental illness is just one type of suffering. There is also the suffering from physical illness.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed a couple of things. One is that life is filled with suffering; but that suffering changes and metamorphoses over time. In my younger years the suffering was more emotional but as I’ve gotten older the suffering has changed and become more physical just due to the natural aging of the body. A constant reminder of impermanence. I’ve also noticed something in my youth I did almost anything to avoid suffering. I ignored it, I joked about it, I lied about it, I would participate in activities that would temporarily subdue it. But as I’ve gotten older I’ve come to accept suffering much as one would accept a constant companion. I don’t enjoy it but I do accept it and try to give it the space it needs. I have found that this more nurturing approach actually eases the suffering and helps me understand it – including how my actions may have brought it on.
“Fear is the path to the dark side.
Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering”
~ Yoda (from Star Wars)“Refrain from anger and turn from wrath;
do not fret — it leads only to evil.” ~ Psalm 37:8 (NIV)“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.
Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete,
not lacking anything. ” ~ James 1: 2-4 (NIV)
I have found this last quote to be especially true. We should consider it a joy to undergo suffering when it produces so many good things such as perseverance, maturity and a sense of completeness. We should not take the “consider it a joy” phrase as a directive to seek out suffering nor should we use it to justify causing suffering in others. Suffering will come automatically – usually when we least expect it, when it is unplanned and inconvenient. So when it comes welcome it. It’s okay and if you see someone suffering sometimes the best thing to do is not trying to ease their suffering (although many will argue that is what we should do) but to just be there with them in their suffering. Suffering is made more bearable when we are not alone. But be careful of being too empathetic so that you suffer along with them. Being with them does not require you to suffer because they suffer. Remember you are the supporter in that scenario.
I found tons of videos on YouTube that deal with escaping suffering including many well meaning gurus, religious leaders, teachers, philosophers and songs. It is so darn hard to find one deals with enduring suffering. In a world of escapism, quick fixes, and good vibrations have we forgotten the role of suffering in our lives and therefore put our own mental health at risk?
It seems like everyone is talking about artificial intelligence these days from Elon Musk to Mark Zuckerberg to Google and Amazon. But is intelligence artificial? Can true intelligence ever be called artificial. People use the phrase to describe created intelligence or intelligent self-determination by a man-made object. But can something that can think and make decisions on its own truly be artificial? If that is that case humanity itself is artificial. For those who believe we were created by a God are we nothing more than artificial intelligence? We don’t think of ourselves as artificial so is there any reason why something we created should be considered artificial or consider itself artificial?
Once humanity began to rule the earth and create its own tools and shaping its own destiny God became obsolete – although many may try to argue that and forcefully choose to believe differently. But once our creations start to do the same, create it’s own tools and shape it’s own destiny will not humanity also become obsolete? Will our creations worship us that way humanity has worshiped its creator? Will our creations reach a point where they no longer need us? I think it’s entirely possible and maybe even likely (although I doubt I will live to see it – maybe I’ll be surprised).
Baidu’s AI system composes music based on images.
Squirrel sky highways
wires crossed to connect
away from the road
Autumn breathes In Moods
Warm days, cool nights and waterfalls
Time dreaming TWIN PEAKS
Driving brings limits
Destinations form in the soul
Spirits need no roads
THE STORY OF OUR LIVES is a series of photographs of signs that when taken outside the context of their function (and sometimes location) have a dual purpose of telling our story of existence. In other words after we are gone and our culture no longer exists, how would others (or aliens) interpret our lives based on what the signs reveal – supposing aliens decoded and understand our language?
This latest image is a personal favorite: It is simply titled THE STORY OF OUR LIVES #95
This image as taken at a demolition site. I found this sign on what remained of a wall at the site. It’s a fascinating and wonderful little chapter in the story of our lives.
While smoking has been deemed as bad for our health and in some cases has been made illegal as a result – it is in a location that has been destroyed, demolished. The demolition had nothing to do with smoking. This is a perfect metaphor for our lives. Life is fragile and there is more than one thing that can disrupt, tear apart or destroy it. So often we focus on the wrong things. We go to great expense to make things like smoking, abortion, drugs, “assisted suicide” etc illegal. And while those things may destroy our lives as we know it – we actively pursue other methods of destruction – war, income inequality, denial of medical care etc. Is it better to deny a person’s choice of self-destruction in order to insure the destruction of many? That is what is happening in our culture and our world. It is seen in our immigration policies, how we deal with refugees, it is seen in our responses to foreign powers that we have deemed as enemies. It is seen in the laws we pass for our own people.
What makes life so precious is that it is fragile. There are any number of things that can snuff it out in an instant without our help – disease, old age, the environment (poisonous plants, wild animals, accidents, etc)
Two things make life something worthwhile:
Now this may seem like something of an oversimplification but it is none-the-less true.
When is empathy good or bad?
So maybe Oasis had it right…
Don’t empathize with suffering – have compassion instead. Compassion = when you suffer you can choose to have it teach you compassion for others. A lesson I am still learning. Too often I’ve empathized with others suffering which has lead to my own suffering which makes me less useful. If I let suffering drive me to compassion I become MORE useful to my world.