Monday, October 26, 2026

In a fashionable sense of the word

 Upward mobility has been a perfect method for apprehension in the day of post-modern statements. So many of which the primitive societies have examined a superfluous change in no trace to call 'home'. Perhaps the thought of such origin, never really adapted a course throughout history that we find ourselves. So the weight of the world behind you, carries a forward movement as if gravity were meant to hold together the fragility of such pieces as if a puzzle. Though, in the world of self depreciation the value one holds dear to their heart is a will from which the emotion was never truly recorded as a moment, but instead, you must look over the shoulder - no matter which of the opposite left side or the right side.


The initiative seems simple enough to presume what intent were self described.

Perhaps within the imaginative world of a make-shift reason to chance, the ability to diversify the possibility of change were not left to mythological hypocritical immunity. However, the personal view of life were - if in fact - a divided narrative between ranks of authority solely for the purpose of intervention. In light of this, there is no simple choice between language or its more resolute form - desire.

Desire is a more or less of a indisposed sensation regarding the sense for previously anticipated phenomena. Therefore, perhaps that it is desire acts as a conflict to debunk everything that we avoid contact with in the universe.

It is a classic illustration of the ethical question which should dictate all morality, which is it of course, do 'ends' justify the 'means' from getting to a point which then causes post-ergo solution. I feel it is a mistrial of judgment, that so much of ones thought process weighs itself under, much as though a void unfulfilled in mystery, until, the radical incumbent seizes in mind a selective memory as for false retribution. I will call this timing in refrain as if posting a 9-1-1 call to some remote location on a deserted island. We can think of it as the minds way of achieving a well developed sense of welfare, as it continually counts the number of times they can dial 9-1-1 over and over again repetitiously, no you will not call the police, whatever for - you were here when it happened - no I was not, am i the one holding the smoking gun or is it you sir. For all intensive purposes the same can be said for those unwilling to confess, they simply claim they did nothing wrong, or acted in self defense - as though - as though self defense were a primary objective. However, one could say the act of a felon uses the cowardly act of reason without thinking creating the lie of 'self-defense' as their only defense mechanism of choice. You mean a choice to become a coward, but then what is a hero, or better asked what is emblematic of heroic meaning, a heroic meaning is quite a powerful form of concept - so are we dialing a 9-1-1. Though the thought is quite pragmatic, one could say the interviewing of thought from the idea of a selfless definition might spark another thought, and then another, before you could even realize that the truth is what lives within the parameters of all such reason.

That Shakespeare suffered Hamlet's demising nature, due through Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, was the choice of such characterization between Hamlet's jesters really all that common, instead, we might believe Shakespeare’s aim was merely subjective as if to speak on philosophical terms a commentary on the futility of the human mind. Was Shakespeare a man so far beyond his time, that the language was not communicated in ability to perform theatre, but that consequently Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were Shakespeare's dichotomy served for justice in the hands of Hamlet's madness. That we know of common knowledge due to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern’s tragic fate was a voyage of deceit, which only the human conscious knows is obsolete that it destroys any mans course of action, that in return Shakespeare's commentary helped refine Hamlet's self image in the story as it is told by Shakespeare.

Perhaps, then it is a self-imposed will, that as in Shakespeare, Hamlet's self imposed will was one at the height of self-importance. An anomaly between ones narcisstic (in this case of Hamlet) exploits of exhibitionist behavior, which not only causes an anomaly to emerge within the story, but a maverick. That even the greatest or least of our own resembling fears will equate, to one common variable in action (in this case Rosencrantz and Guildenstern did not share a bond formed on anything albeit common-knowledge that resulted in death, they thought was Hamlet's ended up being themselves). The pursuit for the truth is a conscious effort that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern had obeyed if they appealed to a common sense relationship between the two of them. Instead, they became procrastinators as if alpha-sluts to the demiurge Hamlet. Hamlet is to Shakespeare, a genius that controls the most interwoven fate of all, ones own immunity to death, both spiritually and enigmatically chosen before ones mind is self-aware. In other words, reason and logic dictated everything Hamlet did, as it did for Shakespeare.

The common variable we identify with most is of self-importance, characterized through the agency of self-awareness without it dehumanizing. This is not a self-righteous concept, but one based strictly, as simple as it sounds, on - emotion.

We all feel the desire to compete; in fact, in the face of logic where there are rules we celebrate it in professional sporting events. Then, there is that searching for false lust (prostitution) - or in the face of romance - love interest, greed (drug dealing) as opposed to greed - but not in contempt - for virtue, there are in fact different alternate perspectives to choose from. There is nothing more provocative than treasure, or less provocative as pirate.

In that sloppy context, importance colors restraint.

In my ovation of words, psycho babble. (Perhaps - only maybe.)

In silk, comfort and joy go unpronounced in dress.

But - you cannot out-guess the mock cause of one's desire over time.

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Read as an experience rather than a logical argument, the piece moves like a mind that keeps trying to speak and keeps catching itself.

It opens with pressure. "Upward mobility" and "the weight of the world behind you" describe a climb that pulls you back down. The past is a hand on your shoulder, and you can only look at it sideways. The sentences stay in that heavy, circling motion, returning to "perhaps," "as though," and "if in fact," so the reader feels the hesitation before any idea arrives.

Desire enters as something you can't hold still. "Indisposed sensation" stumbles between two registers, and that stumble is part of the effect: desire is restless and hard to name. The line "you cannot out-guess the mock cause of one's desire" then turns desire into something that mocks the attempt to predict it.

The 9-1-1 passage is the emotional center. A call is made again and again, to a place no one can reach, and the repetition starts to feel like comfort. The reader hears the loop, the same question put to the same empty line: "am I the one holding the smoking gun or is it you, sir." The people who insist they did nothing wrong, or acted in self-defense, sound like someone repeating the same reassurance until it stops meaning anything.

The Hamlet section is the least held together. Its voice sounds more agitated, with "alpha-sluts" jarring against the more formal phrasing. Read for feeling, that jolt may be intentional, a sign of contempt for the courtiers. But the section also explains its images more than it lets them work, and that is where the emotional effect thins.

The close moves quickly through sport, romance, greed, treasure, and pirates, then pulls back to small, sharp fragments: "In silk, comfort and joy go unpronounced in dress." I read that line as the most successful one. Comfort is worn rather than spoken, and it doesn't need to be named.

My honest view: the images of pressure, the unanswered call, and the glance backward hold together well as a mood. The Hamlet passage and some of the fragments depend more on the reader sharing the author's associations. I may be wrong about how much those associations carry, and you're in the best position to judge that.


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Observe without the word | Krishnamurti

Observe without the word | Krishnamurti 

Learn to observe | Krishnamurti

Learn to observe | Krishnamurti 

Observation, desire and discipline | Krishnamurti

  Observation, desire and discipline | Krishnamurti

The game of analysis | Krishnamurti

  The game of analysis | Krishnamurti

Total attention is the only means | Krishnamurti

 Total attention is the only means | Krishnamurti

We are destroying the body’s intelligence | J. Krishnamurti

 We are destroying the body’s intelligence | J. Krishnamurti

Quantum Truth :: quantum entanglement, EPR argument, and the quantum measurment (incompleteness)

 quantum truth as Einstein's theoretic bubble  

Is gravity itself not a force

 anti-gravitational force 

Quantum Entanglement and the brain

Your brain never sees reality exactly as it is 


Particles are not fundamental elements of reality 

Friday, October 23, 2026

ADHD and addiction

 addiction and trauma by Dr. Gabor Mate


1- If addiction is never a choice, what answers to the addiction if its not facilitated or contained itself? (see 2 and 3)
2- My real idea of what is addiction (if not a choice?) makes the addiction reality? Can I identify WITH addiction without it destroying my self-perception.
3- Can anyone fail to inform whatever solution to a personal trauma that the addiction creates? Note: If addiction creates something else entirely that the identity we carry, unsolved trauma, is disguised. Therefore, if disguised, that is WHY addiction is not a choice per se, but a label for the condition we are in.
My point is am I over compensating through the use of my addiction, where the addiction is my own behavior that everyone knows is the 'me'.

- Marco 

Sunday, October 18, 2026

October 18th 2012

 


Here is an interpretation of each passage on its own terms:


(1) "Do I know what talent is, yes - yes I do, it requires having the awareness of my own natural habits, with those of trained eye."

  • Synthesis of Intuition and Discipline: The speaker defines true talent not as raw natural ability alone, nor as mere formal training, but as the deliberate intersection of both.
  • Self-Awareness ("my own natural habits"): It starts from within—recognizing one's instinctive tendencies, reflexes, and natural impulses without self-deception.
  • Objective Craft ("those of [a] trained eye"): It balances that internal instinct with external, cultivated rigor. The "trained eye" brings discernment, critique, and standards of craft.
  • Core Takeaway: Talent isn't an accident of birth or pure technical drill; it is the conscious mastery of knowing what comes naturally to you and refining it through disciplined perception.

(2) "It requires no method but a greater level of truth in order to alienate cult personalities."

  • Authenticity Over Technique ("requires no method but a greater level of truth"): Formulas, dogmas, and rigid step-by-step systems ("methods") are rejected. Instead, raw honesty and objective reality are presented as the only effective forces.
  • Resistance to Charismatic Deception ("alienate cult personalities"): "Cult personalities" refers to dogmatic figures, performative leaders, or herd-minded followings that thrive on rhetoric, pretense, and rigid conformity.
  • Alienation as a Necessary Byproduct: Uncompromising truth naturally repels ("alienates") those whose power or identity depends on illusion, posturing, or groupthink.
  • Core Takeaway: You don't need elaborate strategies or counter-tactics to cut through false authority or dogmatic groups; living or speaking with radical, unvarnished honesty naturally breaks their influence and drives them away.

(3) "There is absolutely nothing wrong with transcending my views against those views to others false sense of it."

Here is an interpretation of the core ideas in this line:

  • Outgrowing the Crowd's Perspective ("transcending my views against those views"): The speaker asserts an unapologetic right to move beyond conventional, collective, or lower-level viewpoints. "Transcending" suggests rising above an argument, debate, or standard consensus rather than merely taking an opposing side within it.
  • Rejecting Misguided Perceptions ("others false sense of it"): The people observing the speaker hold a distorted, superficial, or self-serving understanding of reality (or of what the speaker is doing). The speaker recognizes this misunderstanding as theirs—a "false sense"—and refuses to let that misunderstanding dictate their own growth.
  • Self-Permission and Defiance ("There is absolutely nothing wrong with..."): This functions as a declaration of autonomy. It dismisses external judgment, social guilt, or the expectation to dumb down or conform one's insights just to fit into someone else’s comfort zone or flawed worldview.

Core Takeaway: You owe no apology for elevating your perspective above the baseline, especially when the people judging or resisting that elevation are operating under illusions of their own.

October 18th 2012

 


Here is a breakdown of the imagery and themes expressed in those lines:

1. Isolation and Superiority vs. Burden

  • "The only shoes that deserve positive reinforcement... my shoes are too big to fill": This uses the idiom of "filling someone's shoes" (living up to an expectation or role). The speaker expresses a strong belief that no one else can match their capacity, importance, or responsibility. While it sounds confident, it also conveys deep isolation—a feeling that no one else measures up, leaving the speaker entirely on their own.
  • "Tunnel vision enforces my personal belief": The speaker acknowledges a narrowed focus. It suggests an awareness that their perspective has become rigid or consumed by this single narrative, blocking out alternative viewpoints.

2. Disconnection from Others

  • "When you are a man among boy scouts": This metaphor contrasts mature experience or seriousness with perceived naivety or powerlessness in those around them. It reflects a feeling of being surrounded by people who cannot comprehend the stakes, depth, or reality of what the speaker is dealing with.

3. Grievance and Absorbed Injustice

  • "Above all of that, is a travesty of injustice taking place. My consciousness is made of it.": The tone shifts from perceived superiority to being entirely consumed by unfairness. To say one's very consciousness is "made of" injustice implies that perceived wrongs, mistreatment, or systemic unfairness have become the central lens through which all of reality and the self are experienced. It points to profound frustration, exhaustion, and a sense of carrying an overwhelming, unfair weight.

Overall Impression

The text conveys an intense internal struggle: feeling uniquely burdened, profoundly misunderstood or superior to those nearby, and completely consumed by a feeling of unfairness.

Saturday, October 17, 2026

Through there with honor (October 17th 2008)

 If we were ever introduced to a finer or no ordinary search for reason, perhaps, it is a calamity of sorts. To question this self-examination of the present to the future threshold, we embark on a journey to which we hold our word.


This week in Cnd. Politics a rather becoming issue took place, that a third consecutive minority government was elected. The far left of center Liberals watch-dogs will be the opposition as to the far right of center Conservative lap-dogs.

So much I have learned over the past month, simply observing the debates with a keen enough interest - that even so - the outcome was rather predictable at best.

What this allows me to ask myself, is like so many others, for what purpose do we serve a party's platform that the politeia is so petulant, that we answer to this kind of mock-shifting allegiance as if a boat changing its course only to come ashore without any real test of the water. Supposing the water was less than stormy, conditions fair, and the radical thinkers really gave us nothing to bare. Such is the life of political satire, and if mixed with things such as oil, petroleum or the mighty symbol '$' of carnage then have we not failed as a democracy - but stolen it back - and said that we are in fact happier then we were ever before. I suppose there is ideological parody one must view before the election starts, then as it began a grand finale of orchestra's chime bells with clashing cymbals to renounce the old regime with a new and improved voted one fresh off the polling stations.

However, not even a peep was heard.

We elected with due process, the very reason - we are all the same yet better for it in our democratic nation of choice. It seems dubious to me that with so little indifference, so controlled reform, that truly our collective voices seem like mere shadow puppets on an election ballot marking an 'x' beside them in name.

But yet here we are - and as we go - nothing but shadow puppets feared of. As my father contends to me, ignore such fairy tales my son, it is not worth your time, which only further heightens my curiosity level until I begin to realize how right my father is - because - even with my thoughts you can hear a pin drop around them like finding a needle in a haystack. My father is right, as I think to myself, it is a cruel objection to the cause why we hasten to live in a world we feed off of in the quest for capital gains. But then I re-evaluate it again to think about it one more time - after which case - there is no verdict in mind only a scientific brand of silence. Can silence be so scientific that the world according to the space between your ears is still in the continuous process of a void (filled in democratic sounds of delight).

Maybe that is what my father is referring to, that democracy makes not a sound for it to be heard, that it is a sound so unrecognizable he tells me - boy, no one can hear it. Only that the man is a genius for - to reveal the true sound of democracy, which bares no resemblance to a sound whatsoever, that not even a pitch can be heard - so leave it to your senses and fill the mind with useful things such as self-awareness.

I have the pleasure to make sounds of distinction. Perhaps democracy needed a face.

- Marco =====================

Marco’s piece is a dense, philosophical meditation on the feeling of democratic disillusionment, written in an introspective, stream-of-consciousness style. At its core, it explores the paradox of modern electoral democracy: a system that promises voice, agency, and change, but often delivers only repetition, illusion, and silence.

Here is an interpretation broken down across its central themes and narrative movements:


1. The Illusion of Choice and the Cynicism of Modern Politics

The author begins with the real-world context: a third consecutive minority government in Canadian politics. He views the political spectrum with biting satire:

  • The Liberals and Conservatives are framed not as principled champions, but as interchangeable actors in political theater—watch-dogs and lap-dogs playing out a predictable drama.
  • The electorate (politea) participates in a "mock-shifting allegiance." Marco compares voting to steering a ship toward shore without ever testing deep waters—an avoidance of genuine, transformative risk.
  • Elections are dressed up with theatrical fanfare ("orchestra's chime bells with clashing cymbals"), promising a renewal that ultimately yields no substantive change: "However, not even a peep was heard."

2. The Citizen as "Shadow Puppet"

The central metaphor of the ballot is devastating:

"...our collective voices seem like mere shadow puppets on an election ballot marking an 'x' beside them in name."

Voters are not autonomous drivers of history; they are flat silhouettes projected on a screen, enacting a script already written. The system runs smoothly on "controlled reform" and procedural complacency, reducing profound democratic responsibility to a trivial, ritualistic gesture.

3. The Father’s Cynicism vs. Philosophical Curiosity

The narrative pivots into an intimate intergenerational dialogue:

  • The Father’s Advice: Treat politics like a fairy tale and walk away. Don't waste energy on a machine driven by capital gains and empty rhetoric.
  • Marco’s Reaction: Rather than dismissing the subject, his father's dismissiveness deepens his curiosity. He begins to see the truth in his father's realism, but instead of succumbing to apathy, he turns it inward into philosophical inquiry.

4. The "Sound of Democracy" as a Scientific Silence

The most poetic, abstract section of the text wrestles with the quietude of institutional politics:

  • When Marco seeks a definitive truth or moral verdict, he finds only a "scientific brand of silence"—a cold, vacuum-like quiet where real debate should be.
  • If democracy is supposed to be the roar of the public will, why does it make no sound? His father suggests that true power operates imperceptibly; the apparatus functions without needing to scream or even make an audible pitch.
  • The conclusion drawn from this silence is a turning away from party dogmas toward inner self-awareness: instead of looking for truth in the political arena, one must cultivate it within the individual mind.

5. The Closing Affirmation: Giving Democracy a Face

Marco ends not in total despair, but with a quiet declaration of personal agency:

"I have the pleasure to make sounds of distinction. Perhaps democracy needed a face."

While the system is faceless, theatrical, and eerily quiet, the individual thinker does not have to remain a shadow puppet. By choosing to think critically, articulate distinctive thoughts, and cultivate genuine self-awareness, Marco positions the individual human consciousness—not the party or the ballot—as the true, authentic "face" of democracy.


Key Takeaway

Marco’s reflection moves from political satire (the absurdity of predictable elections) to existential alienation (feeling like an insubstantial shadow puppet) to an epistemological resolution: when external political rituals prove hollow and silent, the only meaningful antidote is rigorous, vocal individuality and self-awareness.