It appears Goblinboots & I are beginning an interesting dialogue.
Consider this, my new found friend. (In answer to your question... ) The Bhuddhists might tell you that every act or decision is the "stepping stone" into the next.
It's a bit like graphing, if you've ever done that, or worked in 3D graphics. Each line is an act, each act is the image of the whole, & every action affects the whole, shaping it into it's form.
But this is transmuting continually. Like a cell dividing & becoming a form. A life. It's still what it is, yet it's something else, as well. & the something else is changing.
Thus the concept of Samsara. Impermanence.
Now we're getting into Physics.
I best stop before I invoke the wrathe of someone who'll call me "a bore", & toss me in a bin of bones....
Though that might be fun....
Okay. Subject of change of subject.
I've been thinking about this song for days. It manifested out of the repeated internal organic Ipod version of Madonna's song 'Frozen' that sprung into my head after seeing Nixon's new set. It's an ancient tune by Bruce Cockburn on his (this is how old it is) album "Stealin Fire"...
So, here goes, @ least what I remember of it.....
Maybe the poets gay,
but he'll be heard anyway
maybe the poets drugged
but he won't stay under the rug
Male, female, slave or free
Peaceful or disorderly
Maybe you may not agree
but you need "him" to show you ways to see...
(I forgot a bunch of it, butlove & remember this line)
There'll be a face you don't know voicing thoughts you've heard before....
Me shut up now.
Consider this, my new found friend. (In answer to your question... ) The Bhuddhists might tell you that every act or decision is the "stepping stone" into the next.
It's a bit like graphing, if you've ever done that, or worked in 3D graphics. Each line is an act, each act is the image of the whole, & every action affects the whole, shaping it into it's form.
But this is transmuting continually. Like a cell dividing & becoming a form. A life. It's still what it is, yet it's something else, as well. & the something else is changing.
Thus the concept of Samsara. Impermanence.
Now we're getting into Physics.
I best stop before I invoke the wrathe of someone who'll call me "a bore", & toss me in a bin of bones....
Though that might be fun....
Okay. Subject of change of subject.
I've been thinking about this song for days. It manifested out of the repeated internal organic Ipod version of Madonna's song 'Frozen' that sprung into my head after seeing Nixon's new set. It's an ancient tune by Bruce Cockburn on his (this is how old it is) album "Stealin Fire"...
So, here goes, @ least what I remember of it.....
Maybe the poets gay,
but he'll be heard anyway
maybe the poets drugged
but he won't stay under the rug
Male, female, slave or free
Peaceful or disorderly
Maybe you may not agree
but you need "him" to show you ways to see...
(I forgot a bunch of it, butlove & remember this line)
There'll be a face you don't know voicing thoughts you've heard before....
Me shut up now.
goblinboots:
Great analogies. Actually, my mother is a pretty devout Buddhist. She and I have an ongoing discussion quite similar to the one you and I have developed. It sort of takes on a life of it's own. There's a strange duallity in the idea of a being continuing to be what it was (or is) and changing into something else as well. It's almost hypnotic to contemplate. Thinking about deep time is the same way. Can you tell that I'm trying to get someone to toss me into a bin of bones? 