Images of Dust

Images of Dust

I always seem to come back to the book and I suppose it is normal having spent so much time in it even if it is in a distant past and altogether it has some good parts and/or principles and the age alone makes it interesting. So here it is again.

Gen 3:19  In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. 

So we are dust and air and  no air and we are but dust. The spirit of the earth.

Exo 20:4  Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth:

Exo 20:5  Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God,

This century seems to take IMAGES for granted but it was not so for thousands and thousands of years.  

Images in the past were hard work plus they were ultimately almost always lies as one would embellish, alter, an image for a thousand reasons: fear, greed, twisted conception, artistic license etc.

And it seems to be a point of contention in more than one folklore: Muslims and mosque, Africans indigenous afraid of losing their "souls" (breath, air), Australian Aborigines warnings here on the television every time the image of someone dead might appear.

Even by today's standards most images are still lies, no need for a YouTube video here on make-up and Photoshop. 

Images also are very important in celebs worshiping, Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them, well if paying a fortune to paparazzi is NOT bowing and serving I don't know what it is.

Even an untouched image becomes a lie in no time because Father Time is never done with His ravaging entropic work.  How often does one catch oneself dreaming about a girl or a boy in a movie just to realize that either the worshiped youth is now 90 years old and as wrinkled as an old rotten apple or even worst nothing but a pile of dust and your little fantasizing has just become a creepy necrophilia in real time.

It seems to give weight and value to the many warnings we've had for millenniums against images of all sorts.  Reality, Truth therefore would not, could not, be an image as Reality is constantly changing and an image is not.

So where does this leave us in this age of a TV in every single waiting room and digital cameras on every mobile phone?

Well here we go again with this cross between an elephant and a rhino?

What do you get?

Elephino!

 (Hell if I know for the thick ones) :)

But where there is smoke there is fire and therefore food for thought about image worshiping or just image "engraving" of any kind the Hollywoodian or others.

So start feeding that grey matter of yours before it turns into grey dust soon.

 P.S. that still leaves to "explain" my 25,000 Travel Photos I would never delete for all the money in the world! LOL 

Nostalgia is not what it used to be but I happen to love Nostalgia.

Plus also the joy and beauty as ephemeral as it is that one finds in photography. I am all for the ephemeral since that is all we are dust unto dust and ephemeral for the ephemerals, small pleasures.

Transitory pleasures in the Transitorium!

Maybe that is what is the "trouble" about images.

It is not the Schopenhauer's

Not minding the times but the eternities 

it is rather maybe

Not minding the eternities but minding the times 

but what else is a straitened temporal temporary terrian supposed to do?

The Right To Silence?

Not from a Legal point of View, rather from an ethical, a spiritual, a freedom point of view.

One does not have the right to silence near the ocean or on a hot summer night full of crickets, or in a suburb full of lawnmowers.  

Peace here is not an option or a choice on the cafeteria menu.  

Where does one go to "hear" absolutely nothing at all? 

In a quiet moment here I have the tick-a-tack of the keyboard, the fan running in the kitchen and very little noise considering it is supper cooking time. Music is off for a change and I am just trying to think.

Today was one of those conspiracy day when two planes were practicing their very noisy acrobatics just above my head and where I had visions of owning a bazooka or one of them choppers downers (FIM-92A Stinger) the Americans sold to the mujahadeen in Charlie Wilson's War or of being Snoopy with goggles and leather helmet and scarf in the a Red Baron Spitfire and shooting the 2 mofos down.  In fact I was telling the wife that if I had one of them Stingers I would only have to shoot one plane down, the other would get the message fast and fly the fuck out of Dodge as fast as he could. :)

Next was some neighbour reading his roster titled "Let's annoy Joe" and realising it was his testosterone time to crank some chainsaw sounding Neanderthal instrument, argh, argh, argh.  I need one of them chamber that cuts out all senses and sensations.  

In fact I think I would enjoy silence but I don't know for how long.  What really annoys me more and more recently maybe is more  like the Loss of Control over my environment.  

For instance a few things here :

1. Vacuum

2. Dish Washing

3. MRI machine

Vacuum and Dishwashing noise do NOT annoy me when I make it, the sacred "I" again, but when anyone else makes that noise around me I get annoyed if not irritated

MRI machine for some strange reason do not annoy me one bit, maybe because I know how long it's going to last or that it can't be helped and in fact it is almost soothing in a primordial, primal kind of way, a bit like a noisy womb I guess.

So most of the time when I say I want silence I mean more accurately I do not want YOUR noise imposed, forced down my throat or ears rather, raped into me.

I want MY noise, MY environment control.

On a short sidenote here, driving or being a passenger, also drives me totally bonkers because of the lack of control over so many idiots out there. My visions then are not Bazookas or Spitfire but rather a Tank or a Hummer with a huge bull bar to ram that moron that knew very well he DID NOT have the time to cut in front of me but didn't care. That will fucking teach him when I RAM his ass to smithereens, make him tumble five or six times and then beat his face to a pulp foaming at the mouth and screaming and spitting into his face, maybe , maybe he will be a little more reluctant to cut off the next driver next time since it seems to me that arrogant assholes if they understand anything at all is the language of reptilian fear.  

Do I have Issues you ask? 

Anger Management you say? 

ANGER MANAGEMENT? 

Well FUCK Anger Management! :) 

I don't need anger management. I need people (aka idiots) to stop pissing me off. :)

Anyway back to my right to silence, I am not sure how easy it was back in the days well let's say 1955 or even 1943 ( the year the Little Prince was written) and I wonder how silent a "desert" would be in the middle of the night. well it would not be silent on a horse with no name or on a camel anyway would it be only due to the noise them animals can make at times 

but where does one find Silence when one would love Silence at a particular moment? 

Hell Buddhists Temples are full of constant bell sounds.

It really seems to be a no win situation since galactic space is not readily available to the average Joe.

Two persons and the silence is ruined in a very short time. 

One person and then you got some water and food issues after a while besides the million other things that could invade your peace even in the middle of a pitch black night: coyotes, birds, dingos, crickets what else and what not.  Crows here a one of the big offenders, very noisy sounding almost human like a baby in distress.  That's another thing, baby, and you can forget the sounds of silence for months now, well on a long term basis anyway.

Now if you live in a cheap motel we all know that you also lost your right to silence as you do when you live in a trailer park or any other socio economical bogan rednecks laden neighbourhood. 

While I am on silence and noise control here is another one of my favourite rant. 

A plus de quatre on est une bande de cons says Georges Brassens. More then four and we are but a bunch of cunts roughly translated.

So here we go Sports and Musical assemblies or Concerts of many kinds. Ahhhhhhhh! 

The joy of watching a movie with yappers right behind you, you know? And all that Jazz.

Live music on YouTube is usually unwatchable to yours dearest here because of the dozens or hundreds  of morons that ruin it all. 

Classical Music seems to be an exception where people are more shall I dare say it CIVILISED.  

Opera and Symphonic Orchestras seem to get a decent respectful crowd ('cept for the obligatory cougher if it is recorded)  but God help you if you're a nobody singing in a drinking hole.

And don't get me going on Sports now. 

Those moronic ijuts that follow Hewitt everywhere, them Barmy Army, all the crazy drunks and those memorable VUVUZELAS.  Here is another image of forcing every single one of those Hell Machines up the ass of every perp that used one.

Even the sports commentators get on my nerves, has been losers who are telling the champion top players of the world what they are doing wrong and how they should do it.   

The very fact that they  are sitting on those chairs being paid a pittance compared to what they USED to make is a sure sign that their mouth is much bigger than their actions.  And that is not half as bad as when nothing is going on but god forbid we have dead air and the dreaded silence on radio of telly filling the gap with absolute A grade SHITE.  

I know I should practice my own rule and Fuck knows I don't but:

"The best policy when one has nothing to say is to SHUT THE FUCK UP!" :) Voila!

So in some form of a formless conclusion and confusion: 

Silence is NOT an option for the living.  

There is silence only in the grave or at least we hope.

But once in a while one can always dream a little. :)

If I don't type here all I hear is the quiet noise of my computer fan which is as good as it gets for a short moment, too short most of the time and usually at this time of the night in our liturgical routine here it is music time just before TV time at 7.  Nights are a little quieter after that but days are nightmares too often.

But noise like a fart knows no boundaries.  

Another reason why I take my noise reducing earphones anywhere I go most of the time. 

Shopping centres, trains and most of all waiting rooms

where we have all been invaded by Big Brother's screen propaganda blasting us over and over again whether we want it or not 

and a bit like Woody Allen in Annie Hall at least with them earphones I am not obligated to suffer unbearable stupid and smug conversations or brats and babies torturing their mothers.  

Live and Let Live and Peace on Earth to Men of Good Will but I think those went with the last T-Rex who could bite the head off of anyone that pissed him off without a blink or a single remorse.   

Who needs frontal or temporal lobes now? :)

Shalom!

Quid est Veritas? And all that Jazz!

Pilate saith unto him, What is truth?
τι εστιν αληθεια

Ye shall know the un-forgetfulness and the un-forgetfulness shall set you free :) or
Ye shall know the un-concealment  and the un-concealment shall set you free :)

 

The truth is not a word.

Aletheia is not a word it is the negation of a word without a positive expression of the negated concept.

It is the absence of the river Lethe, the removal of the Ameles Potamos.

The light doesn’t need a concept to break through the darkness/ hidden.
It is more like an action as Light is an action, a moving action.  

It is the destruction/removal/annihilation of concealment, forgetfulness, unmindfulness.
Concealment does imply lying since Truth often seems to be the opposite of lie.
Darkness and Chaos are the original state of nothingness if nothing is done THEY ARE.
Action, Creation, BIG BANG is required to fight against the natural state of decay.
I don’t know about all the cosmogonies but in the Judaeo-Christian cosmogony light was created first before the sun, before the universe. Light did not even need the sun.
Here is a thought for fundamentalists how do you calculate the length of a day or of a night when there is no sun or moon til the fourth day? A day is like a thousand years is interesting under new concepts of Einsteinian and quantum theories of time and multiple universes or multiverses rather.

A very interesting concept also I heard in a very strange movie is that Death is the winning of Chaos over Order. As long as we live we have an ORDER in our body that keeps us alive, We are the products of a million things working together right, take off one thing and the whole system breaks down, heart, lungs, liver, kidney, and a million other microbiological factors that have to work TOGETHER. Take one away and it is chaos and decay.

Entropy...disorder is more probable than order...death is more probable than life in fact death is inexorable ...I love that word it literally means it CANNOT be prayed out of.
Life requires order and is not inexorable in fact many people trying to conceive know full well that life is not even “orable”/prayable.
If disorder is more probable than order therefore life is less probable than death.  Even though at the current moment life wins on a score of 3 to 2:

THREE  births for TWO deaths EVERY SINGLE SECOND ON THIS PLANET

but it doesn’t mean that a GREAT CHAOS could not mess those stats beyond recognition.

I love us both but i don't feel good
so i keep pulling over
and looking under
the hood
i love us both but i'm at wit's end
where does your compromise begin
and mine end?
i love us both but what
world's it gonna be?
the one according to you
or the one according to me?

i don't feel good so ...
now do my problems include
talks with doctors who don't even understand
about food?
i think in ancient china they kinda
figured out how the body works
but our culture is just a roughneck
teenage jerk
with a bottle of pills
and a bottle of booze
and a full round of ammunition
and nothing to lose

and is it really the best we can do
to arm wrestle over whose world it's gonna be?
(the one according to you
or the one according to me)

i love us both and i'll see ya
if you'll see me
so ... who are we?         Ani DiFranco

I am the way, the truth, and the life:

I am the Odo, the Aletheia, and the Zoe

I am the road, the highway, the journey,

I am the end of reincarnation  and concealment and forgetting,

I am the Life, the Lifetime, the living soul, the anima, the animal.

I am the Alpha and Omega. I am the Journey AND the End of the Road as well.

In Greek mythology, Lethe (Λήθη; Classical Greek /ˈlɛːtʰɛː/, modern Greek: /ˈliθi/) was one of the five rivers of Hades. Also known as the Ameles potamos (river of unmindfulness), the Lethe flowed around the cave of Hypnos and through the Underworld, where all those who drank from it experienced complete forgetfulness. Lethe was also the name of the Greek spirit of forgetfulness and oblivion, with whom the river was often identified.

In Classical Greek, the word Lethe literally means "oblivion", "forgetfulness," or "concealment". It is related to the Greek word for "truth", aletheia (αλήθεια), meaning "un-forgetfulness" or "un-concealment".

Lethe, the river of forgetfulness, was one of the five rivers of the Greek underworld, the other four being Styx (the river of hate), Akheron (the river of sorrow), Kokytos (the river of lamentation) and Phlegethon (the river of fire). According to Statius, it bordered Elysium, the final resting place of the virtuous. Ovid wrote that the river flowed through the cave of Hypnos, god of sleep, where its murmuring would induce drowsiness.

There is only ONE LAST Trump.

 And who shall be worthy? The biggest gay basher, the KKK hateful zealot, or the abortion clinic bomber and murderer of doctors, the Christian Soldier who blew up babies arms and called it collateral damage?

1Co 15:52  In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

Mat 24:29  Immediately after the tribulation of those days shall the sun be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens shall be shaken:

Mat 24:30  And then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven: and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory.

Mat 24:31  And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.

IF and IF and IF the book was true or partially true, this whole pre trib bullshit is so preposterous it's not even funny. 

American Hubris at its best form.  

Mixed that with Ultimate Greed and 

1Ti 6:10  For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.

and you have all the answer you need.

There was no pre-trib  pre 1800, pre America.

For all the heathens and atheists out there :) well all the non zealots so called Christians anyway pre-trib is this magical belief that the "saints" meaning the preachers and believers of pre-trib of course believe that they shall not suffer with the rest of this wicked world they are forced to live in.  Unlike the First Christians ( and I would say the ONLY Christians that ever were) they won't have to be fed to lions, boiled in oil, butchered and quartered by gladiators, burnt at the stake NO NO NO they are SPECIAL.

Pre trib Mid trib BS if there is ONE rapture and that is a big if it is definitely a post trib.

Now enough about the contentions and million divisions and schisms of every single religion on earth let's look at the fallacies of this logic.

In politics and religion obviously an enormously dark and thick cloud of greed and ignorance has blinded everyone.

Whether these guys are serious or not many of them are laughing all the way to the bank with this idea.  Plus it also says We are so much better than you and we don't deserve to suffer. It has all the signs of a Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

Alanis is not the DSM V here but here it is (in fact NPD won't  be in the DSM V)

Dear momma's boy I know you've had your butt licked by your mother
I know you've enjoyed all that attention from her
And every woman graced with your presence after
Dear narcissus boy I know you've never really apologized for anything
I know you've never really taken responsibility
I know you've never really listened to a woman

Dear me-show boy I know you're not really into conflict resolution
Or seeing both sides of every equation
Or having an uninterrupted conversation

And any talk of healthiness
And any talk of connectedness
And any talk of resolving this
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to love you
Try to love you when you really don't want me
To)repeat

Dear egotist boy you've never really had to suffer any consequence
You've never stayed with anyone longer than ten minutes
You'd never understand anyone showing resistance
Dear popular boy I know you're used to getting everything so easily
A stranger to the concept of reciprocity
People honor boys like you in this society

And any talk of selflessness
And any talk of working at this
And any talk of being of service
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to help you try to help you
When you really don't want me to)

The American flavour of Christianity to me

at least the one we see in the media anyway and in so many forum comments and in so many churches

is the most horrible gut retching stench that rises to high heaven and lowers to deep hell.

No wonder they have to fight so many "enemies" they create them if they don't have any and fight them in the name of God and at the trillion dollars profit of arms manufacturers.

This is how one becomes a "strong economy" apparently .

ANOTHER WORD that has changed greatly through the ages

economy (n.)

1530s, "household management," from L. oeconomia, from Gk. oikonomia "household management, thrift," from oikonomos "manager, steward," from oikos "house" (cognate with L. vicus "district," vicinus "near;" O.E. wic "dwelling, village;" see villa) + nomos "managing," from nemein "manage" (see numismatics). The sense of "wealth and resources of a country" (short for political economy) is from 1650s.

Personally I would prefer οἶνος nomia to οἶκος nomia but then again that is another story :)

The only problem with managing the "house" is when you start thinking the whole fucking planet is your little oyster now and you can put your nose in everyone's business in the name of American House Intere$t$ aka Foreign Policies and aka Minipax managed by Minitrue without forgetting of course the Wonderful Ministry of Love they have in Guantanamo or other rendition places because water boarding of course is the ultimate expression of love we all know or at least self-love which is also called masturbation.   

American House Intere$t$ were also very well taken care of by Mc Carthy, Cointelpro, PsyOps and WarOps and all the amazing and discrete tools of Room 101.  Funnily these things which keep re-surging but only years later so they SEEM to be things of the past but no one can find a death certificate on them or a body either.

and the mighty multinationals
have monopolized the oxygen
so it's as easy as breathing
for us all to participate

yes they're buying and selling
off shares of air
and you know it's all around you
but it's hard to point and say "there"
so you just sit on your hands
and quietly contemplate  ~ Ani DiFranco

So let's all sit on our hand and quietly contemplate waiting for a rapture or some other pseudo-dream that will keep us quiet and busy while the real work is done.

 This part is only for the extra geeks do not read past this line :)

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οἰκονομέω

oikonomeō

Thayer Definition:

1) to be a steward

2) to manage the affairs of a household

3) to manage, dispense, order, regulate

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οἰκονόμος

oikonomos

Thayer Definition:

1) the manager of household or of household affairs

1a) especially a steward, manager, superintendent (whether free-born as was usually the case, a freed-man or a slave) to whom the head of the house or proprietor has intrusted the management of his affairs, the care of receipts and expenditures, and the duty of dealing out the proper portion to every servant and even to the children not yet of age

1b) the manager of a farm or landed estate, an overseer

1c) the superintendent of the city’s finances, the treasurer of a city (or of treasurers or quaestors of kings)

2) metaphorically the apostles and other Christian teachers and bishops and overseers

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οἶκος

oikos

Thayer Definition:

1) a house

1a) an inhabited house, home

1b) any building whatever

1b1) of a palace

1b2) the house of God, the tabernacle

1c) any dwelling place

1c1) of the human body as the abode of demons that possess it

1c2) of tents, and huts, and later, of the nests, stalls, lairs, of animals

1c3) the place where one has fixed his residence, one’s settled abode, domicile

2) the inmates of a house, all the persons forming one family, a household

2a) the family of God, of the Christian Church, of the church of the Old and New Testaments

3) stock, family, descendants of one

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νόμος

nomos

Thayer Definition:

1) anything established, anything received by usage, a custom, a law, a command

1a) of any law whatsoever

1a1) a law or rule producing a state approved of God

1a1a) by the observance of which is approved of God

1a2) a precept or injunction

1a3) the rule of action prescribed by reason

1b) of the Mosaic law, and referring, acc. to the context. either to the volume of the law or to its contents

1c) the Christian religion: the law demanding faith, the moral instruction given by Christ, especially the precept concerning love

1d) the name of the more important part (the Pentateuch), is put for the entire collection of the sacred books of the OT

Lost in Translation

Dominus Vobiscum Et cum spiritu tuo

usually translated as

The Lord be with You and with your spirit

Now on the spirit both the greek and hebrew words for spirit mean

AIR! BREATH. WIND.

Hebrew: Ruach 

WIND BREATH AIR

Greek: Pneuma 

WIND BREATH AIR

Where we get our word Pneumatics. Pneu in French is Tyre/Tire. 

So if you drive in the WIND at 100 miles an hour 

your PNEUMAS/TYRES/TIRES are a bit like you indeed:

 FULL OF HOT AIR. :)

In fact in the original Greek the first and last words in this verse are the same and one Greek word: Pneuma

Joh 3:8  The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.

Now on Dominus the Britannica says:

dominus , plural Domini, in ancient Rome, “master,” or “owner,” particularly of slaves. The name became the official title for the emperor, beginning with Diocletian, who reigned from ad 284 to 305; and thus he and his successors are often referred to as thedominate (dominatus), as contrasted with the earlier principate (principatus) of Augustus and his successors. Some earlier emperors, such as Caligula (reigned ad 37–41), however, also had used the title. By Trajan’s day it was the common form of address to the emperor.
In the Latin church, Dominus was used as the equivalent of the Hebrew Adonai and the Greek Kyrios, to refer to the Christian God. Dominus in medieval Latin referred to the “lord” of a territory or the overlord of a vassal. It was later used as a respectful form of address (Spanish don, Portuguese dom) and for the clergy (Italian don).

Wikipedia adds:

Dominus is the Latin word for master or owner. As a title of sovereignty the term under the Roman Republic had all the associations of the Greek Tyrannos; refused during the early principate, it finally became an official title of the Roman Emperors under Diocletian (this is where the term dominate, used to describe a political system of Roman Empire in 284-476, is derived from). Dominus, the French equivalent being "sieur", was the Latin title of the feudal, superior and mesne, lords, and also an ecclesiastical and academical title. The ecclesiastical title was rendered in English "sir", which was a common prefix before the Reformation for parsons, as in Sir Hugh Evans in Shakespeare's Merry Wives of Windsor. The academical use was for a bachelor of arts, and so is still used at the University of Cambridge and other universities. The shortened form "dom" is used as a prefix of honor for ecclesiastics of the Catholic Church, and especially for members of the benedictine and other religious orders.

So basically when the priest said:

Dominus Vobiscum Et cum spiritu tuo

What he REALLY said was:

May your Master and Owner be with you slave and with your wind as well (or winds)

Personally the only Dominus I want to Vobiscum with me is this one: