The Final Word

November 21st, 2006

Man stands before the abyss of being or non-being. And he cannot dominate this abyss by his own powers: he needs help from above. This is a divine-human matter. And if in our time the very existence of man is threatened, if man is being torn apart, this is just because he has depended only on himself and his own powers. Man is passing through what is perhaps the most dangerous period of his whole existence. But I do not think that man’s fate is quite hopeless. This hopelessness is only here, not in the beyond. For we believe that the world’s history will not go on endlessly, that the world and history will end. But this means that we do not believe in the possibility of a final solution in this world, on this earth, in this our time. … But this should not hinder man’s creative action, and his realization of justice here and now, for man’s creative acts will affect the end itself. The end is a Divine-human matter. And the final word, which belongs to God, will include a word of man, as well. (CE, 324)

Nikolai Berdyaev

Stage 7

November 21st, 2006

Be my valentine and we will together conquer fear of death and be one in a cosmic relationship which embraces all beings and all of time and space.

Lawrence Kohlberg

No Buts

November 21st, 2006

My destiny! nothing
but my destiny!

Sing Your Death

November 20th, 2006

“When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.”

Mohican Chief Aupumut

Good

November 20th, 2006

WBCs: 6.4 x10^9/L
RBCs: 5.05 x10^12/L
HB: 15.4 g/dl
Haematocrit: 0.449
MCV: 89 fl
MCH: 30.6 pg
MCHC: 34.4 g/dL
Red blood cell distribution width: 13.2
Platelet count : 327 x10^9/L
Mean platelet volume: 8.2 fl
Neutrophil count: 4.1 x10^9/L
Lymphocyte count: 1.6 x10^9/L
Mono.: 0.0 x10^9/L 0.6 x10^9/L
Eos.: 0.0 x10^9/L 0.1 x10^9/L
Basp: 0.0 x10^9/L 0.0 x10^9/L

Tao Te Ching

November 20th, 2006

Success is as dangerous as failure.
Hope is as hollow as fear.

What does it mean that success is as dangerous as failure?
Whether you go up the ladder or down it,
your position is shaky.
When you stand with your two feet on the ground,
you will always keep your balance.

What does it mean that hope is as hollow as fear?
Hope and fear are both phantoms that arise from thinking of the self.
When we don’t see the self as self,
what do we have to fear?

See the world as your self.
Have faith in the way things are.
Love the world as your self;
then you can care for all things.

The Book of Tao

Spaghetti

November 20th, 2006

Aglio, olio e peperoncino

Love Discovered Me

November 20th, 2006

It was on that day when the sun’s ray
was darkened in pity for its Maker,
that I was captured, and did not defend myself,
because your lovely eyes had bound me, Lady.

It did not seem to me to be a time to guard myself
against Love’s blows: so I went on
confident, unsuspecting; from that, my troubles
started, amongst the public sorrows.

Love discovered me all weaponless,
and opened the way to the heart through the eyes,
which are made the passageways and doors of tears:

so that it seems to me it does him little honour
to wound me with his arrow, in that state,
he not showing his bow at all to you who are armed.

Francesco Petrarca

Father & Mother

November 20th, 2006

This & That

The Social Organ

November 20th, 2006

“The ant,” says the fable, “does not lend.” That is true, she does not lend, for to lend is but the gesture of the miser; she gives without reckoning, and she never asks for repayment. She possesses nothing, not even the contents of her own body. She hardly thinks of eating. What does she live on? It is difficult to say: on the atmosphere, on diffused electricity, on vapours or effluvia. A drop of dew will fill her individual stomach. She is nothing but an organ of charity. An indefatigable worker, ascetic, chaste, virgin, neuter - that is to say, sexless - her sole pleasure is to offer, to whomsoever will partake of it, the whole fruit of her labours.
But is not our interpretation of all the foregoing actions too human?
For the moment, it is interesting to note that the three insects whose civilisation is vastly superior to that of all others possess a social or collective organ, which, if not identical, performs analogous functions. Is there some relation between more or less complete altruism of this organ and the degree of civilisation attained by the three insects?
Let us supposed for a moment that we possessed a more or less analogous organ. What would humanity be had it no other care, no other ideal, no other aim in life than selfless giving and the happiness of others; if to work solely for one’s neighbour, to sacrifice oneself permanently and wholly, were the only possible joy, the essential felicity; in a word, the supreme bliss, of which we perceive only a fugitive gleam in the arms of love?
Unhappily we are so made that the very contrary of this is true. Man is the only social animal to possess no social organ. Is this the reason why his socialism and communism are precarious and artificial? It is impossible for us to live otherwise than centripetally, whereas the ants are naturally centrifugal. The pivots of our lives turn in contrary directions. With us all is necessarily, organically, inevitably egoistic. By giving we exceed the law of our being; we betray ourselves, by an effort which makes us emerge from our proper state, and which we call an act of virtue. In the ant all is otherwise: it is in sacrificing herself, in lavishing herself that she follows her natural bent; it is in refusal that she conquers herself and transgresses her instinctive altruism. The poles of the two moralities are inverted.
We too possess an altruistic organ, but on a different plane. This organ is in our mind, and sometimes in our heart; but since it is not physical it is without efficacy. Will the function, will the moral, spiritual urge end, as the transformists believe, by creating the material organ? It is not impossible. Nature, with the complicity of the centuries or the millennia, may be capable of miracles for which we dare hardly hope. Nevertheless, it must be confessed that today the miracle seems less imminent than of old; that many periods have been more generous of our own. The religions were, so to speak, the rough sketch, the rudiments of an altruistic and collective organ, which promised, in another world, the joys which the ant experiences by giving herself in this world. We are now in the act of extirpating them, and nothing is left us but the egoistic and individual organ of the mind, which may one day surpass itself and shatter the circle that confines it; but God alone knows when.

Maurice Maeterlinck
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