Saturday, 1 June 2013

DERMATOGLYPHICS , UNCOPYRIGHTABLE, AND LONGEST WORDS, BRTH HOLD MIMICS NR DTH

//////////////////////GOOD , BUT WRONG



////////////////////////SNTV HUMBOLDT CURRENT OFF COAST OF S AM


////////////////////////Watchfulness is the path to immortality and thoughtlessness the path to death. The watchful do not die, but the thoughtless are already like the dead.

[Dhammapada v21]



/////////////////////the IMPORTED BEAVERS OF TIERRA DEL FUEGO


/////////////////////////PATAGONIA- MAGELLANIC WOODPECKER



//////////////////////........BN=When we wake from a dream, we seem to leave a fantasy world and enter staid reality again. But we have merely exchanged one kind of story for another.

We feel we need those beginnings, middles and ends.




/////////////////////Kabir put it with grim directness:

If your bonds be not broken whilst living, what hope of deliverance in death?

It is but an empty dream that the soul shall have union with Him because it has passed from the body;

If He is found now, he is found then;

If not, we do but go to dwell in the City of Death.




////////////////////////..........BN=So across this transient world, we build a web of likes and dislikes, demands and resistances to anchor our days, to make them subject to our wishes and to armour them against the very fears that these structures and barriers generate.



/////////////////////ANDES- 7OOO KM -LONGEST MT RANGE



//////////////////.............BN=As we grow older, this net thickens until it becomes a second self, and in the end we believe it to be ourselves. The clouds of glory, of which Wordsworth spoke in the Intimations of Immortality, have given place to the prison house, and we feel trapped and helpless. The timeless moment, which once gave such joy, is submerged in the losses of yesterday and the fears of tomorrow—a tomorrow that is merely an uncertain projection of our past. We cling to the boat that is sinking, instead of learning to let go and swim.




////////////////////////GUANACO IN THE SNOW



/////////////////////////PUMA OF PATAGONIA



///////////////////////CYCLE OF BLOOM AND FADE=If we look about us, we see the whole world blooming and fading ceaselessly, for this is its nature.



/////////////////////////////...........BN=The body is itself a story, full of memories, scars of battles mental as well as physical. It has a beginning, a middle and an end. We see this all around us in other people’s lives, and yet many of the memories the body has—posture, hurts and so on—are carried by cells that did not exist at that time. The body we have is only seven years old from a cellular point of view—every cell is replaced every seven years




//////////////////////////............BN=We, on the other hand, are so bound up with our bodies, that we automatically assume that we are this thing that appears to move in time, this vehicle with a beginning and an end. We see what is in front of us, we think, but attach to the parts; we cannot see the completeness. And we must remember that death only applies to the part and not the whole. If we see ourselves as a part, then death is the end of us. If we understand that we are the whole, then like Ramana Maharshi, where could we go? We are already the timeless everywhere.



//////////////////////............When sati (awareness) is truly functioning, there is no more entanglement. All these things begin to drop away. All that is left is Vinnanam anidassanam anantam sabbato pabham (consciousness, signless, timeless and everywhere brightly shining).


CALM, NUMB, DUMB, STONE cf SENTIENCE, CONSC


///////////////////BIOLOGY IS, SO WE SUFFER



////////////////PHYSICS, CHEM, MATHS NEVER SUFFER PER SE



/////////////////////////////////IS CONCEPT OF BRAIN IN A VAT - CARTESIAN DUALISM?



/////////////////////////JUST MEMORY OF A LF WAVE



//////////////////////////As Ajahn Chah said to the old lady, ‘There’s no one here—no owner, no one to be old, to be young. Just this, that’s all; various elements of nature playing themselves out, all empty. No one born and no one to die. Those who speak of death are speaking the language of ignorant children. In the language of the heart, there’s no such thing.’




/////////////////////////“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and realize that prisoner was you.” ~Lewis B. Smedes




///////////////////////////The enemy is the gramophone mind, whether or not one agrees with the record that is being played at the moment"— George Orwell



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