There isn't really a muse thread.

It is not a particular economic system that is flawed, its the practitioners. Generally speaking the mass of humanity ain’t much to be proud of. Larger picture. I could cooperate with our own destruction… you know bring the inevitable along faster. Why put off until tomorrow what we can do today? Just throw it all away. Didn’t rinse that can… why should I, I’ve got to pay for water that was once free. Fuck recycling. Throw away anything that could be recycled and attempt to recycle anything that should be thrown away. We need more garbage in the oceans, so we should do away with any regulations regarding garbage carrying vessels. If a needle would pop that bubble let’s load it up with some trash. And by all means if you’ve got some left over Round Up dump it into the storm water drains, along with your used motor oil, and antifreeze. Why should corporations have all the fun? Shouldn’t have to recycle old tires, just take em down to that creek culvert and chuck em in. They’ll find a spot next to all the other house hold appliances.

Even if we had only fifty percent global population participation, we could sink this blue marble in a cosmic heartbeat if we put our never full enough pockets into it. Let’s just all admit we’re acting suicidal. A fairly sociopath population.

Mowk, wrote a lot of stuff , nothing good. So better not to write at all then to dribble out vomitus of lasting inscription.

Nice. It’s good to know I have it in me. Easy.

So what quality of the general population are you most proud of?

Continued slavery to this day? Capitalist game playing? A bit more of unfair trade?

How are you going to slice up the pie? Let’s see, one percent of the population that controls 99% of the planets resource, compared to the three percent of the population that gives a shit and another 96% that’s nothing more then along for the ride?

I say the universe would be better off without us. Species go extinct in the wake of our behavior, and you have the balls to claim what I write is “vomitus”. Take a fucking look around you. All humans spew is vomit, me and mine included.

Par for the course. The end justifies the means. I don’t particularly agree with the means or what “we’ve” accomplished.

Which of our accomplishments will you put up against continued starvation?

It’s just a salamander, for fucks sake… no need. It’s just a fuckin human, no redemption. None that scales to our destructive capacity.

Woooaw! Did you see the comma after Mowk? It was.meant to mean that I wrote crap commenting on your stuff, AND erased it because it was sub quality.

That comma indicates everything.

I can’t write anything tonight but will try I got troubles with my stupid son in and he blocks me big time he is such a ducking idiot tomorrow maybe later.

Try not to take it to heart too much… sometimes we need to go easy on family/each other… let it work itself/the situation out without stressing too much.

Yeah, I saw the comma; looked to me like a fat fingered extra space.

Wow! everything is indicated by a comma. That helps a lot.

All it indicated was that the grey area, as an evolving object of apprehension, fails at times of stress, to either expand or shrink beyond recognition.

Now more.lucid, can post this with a more reasonable certainty, ?

MagsJ

Always good advice, if it doesn’t get better, at least it gets different.

course just as Peacegirl suggest, and the comment "time is of the essence’ (my italics),
however, that is exactly the trouble with time:

It is relative, literally and figuratively.
It remains in an aura of anathema, suspended , at a level of cohesion, and not defining much more then the over used cliche,

“It is what it is” , in the present time.
( Oh so fleeting)

At timeless, only a miracle can solve a situation, lasting perhaps at least half a generation or 10 years duration.

Can’t even guess what that is!

And then there is the problem of the value in what one produces.

That still troubles me to this day. Of what value was any of the “art” I produced? There is so much junk lying around of what I’ve doodled in my lifetime. Thousands of sketches, studies of how the world looked to me. I spent a lot of time. I should have been picking beans. And all of the time spent fucking around with music. Less then a dozen people have ever heard me play guitar and fewer have heard me play the uke. So why? Hours spent writing stories that will never be read, hours playing music that will never be heard. And a million ideas never realized.

What is the worth?

A seventeenth century desk was valued at 40,000 dollars 10 years ago, today it’s value was 20,000, and the guy that made it back then was lucky to have made twenty bucks for his labor.

In all matters, if, of transvaluation, the price to pay may be wildly unpredictable.
One can not certainly wrap around all the variables, loose ends abound everywhere.
True grit is required, as the most valuable asset, slow and conforming method within and without which, such passage is inconceivable and effectively inconsolable.
With absolutely no thought of defeat.
The ultimate conditional:
The constitution bearing such fortitude. Or else all up for grabs .
With largess enuf to live through the contradiction inherent.
Think know, what’s involved.

Muse on.

What do we need a federal government for? And how big does it need to be. Well we are a United States. That would appear to require some centralized authority that could act faster in the event one or several states became incapacitated due to either outside forces or natural events, then they could individually. It’s already a form of socialism and insurance by pool. Who would protect Arizona, if we did have an actual invasion at the boarder with Mexico, or lets say a drug cartel within Mexico, not actually an attack by Mexico. Drug cartels, pretty much on the right on that social spectrum and politically as well. The smaller the opposition (federal government of the US, and if it were just Arizona; it’s populated by mostly old folks.) the better.

Seems the best defense would be to work with the Mexican government to eliminate its corruption. Mexico has a lot of fertile soil and a lot of corruption. Strong, optimum governments working together for each others good sounds like a better way to be a good neighbor. When was the last time we sent a neighborhood basket to Mexico? It’s a neat place, have visited several times and have friends there. If you could think a pleasant thought; their family recently lost their father, husband, grandfather. He was a good man, and will be missed on this side of the boarder as well.

Does Trump have a friend south of the boarder? I feel as if I have a second family there.

One difference between the right and the left; the right denies it is of this earth and the left embraces it. That’s going to ripple down into religion, politics, society, culture and economics as it has for thousands of years. Examples too numerous to count, and the right simply denies it away. Humans inherit the earth, it’s ordained by god; religiously, therefor politically, socially, culturally and economically.

Eyes wide open instead. There is more out there then meets the eye.

A leopard drags it’s kill into a tree, because the hyena, it’s only other competitor can’t climb trees. Securing for ones self is naturally expressed, yet to call it greed uses a word with a whole lot of baggage attached. A chipmunk that weighs a few hundred grams can put up 80 pounds of food for its winter. Hording; that seems at the surface a bit extreme, but it also aids in the distribution of plant species the chipmunk values as food. There has not been evidence found that chipmunks enslave their fellow chipmunks to perform the task for them, but that too earns a place in the survival tactics of note.

So Nature huh? It’s some wild wonder. Runs like blood in veins. A system, not some random thing. There is orchestration present. If it is nothing but a left over metronome tock ticking endlessly It still blows the imagination. Dialects of language expressed in bottle nose dolphin. Man ain’t the notion of intelligence just blown wide open? Distinctions in behavior between pods. Cool learning.

So this right and left, up and down, just a best guess. Genes; memories of a sort. Ways of thinking. Reasons for the thinking. Right and left and up and down. This way and that and nearly anyway. You compromise and find an accord. True to self is not a target easily achieved, illusion is everywhere. Evolution takes place. Ideas evolve, economics evolve, and life does too.

How many years have transpired on planet earth where man has not yearned to be a god? What a great game to play. To walk for a lifetime on the other side of the fence. Aptly metaphoric. I am entirely too harsh on those that have their day as the sun. I look upon creation and it is good. That’s sort of a metaphor too. Got imagination, play with it. Just don’t take yourself too seriously. It’s good.

Candor: fuck that. this god damned place is just messed up shit. So the planet can only support so many gods at a time. Please be patient, I know the lines are long. It is the best human amusement park in town, it ain’t my fault you chose to come in season.

And then there is every evidence that I’m just on the upside. Driving the wife nuts with the drive to get shit done. She is going to be in a world of hurt in a week or two when I get frozen in space and can’t imagine what to do with a thousand home projects ripped wide open. Yet there is this mind in the middle. Ok, so maybe it’s sort of good? But only given a mind in the middle. How many of us even have that luxury?

Mind in middle is good &bad.
Primarily, one has to consider the conceptuality of stasis.
The only way to get to that is to detach it from any firm of fear, that is: viewing birth and death as the illusion par excellence that the so called infernal being has, as a hold on our soul.
That is the only hold IT has on us, men, and in that sense aIT, is our feminine guile.
The insect world is IT’s closest example is the many is, but there are others

& the others are : to stabilise at hand familiarity with: family (of ) resemblances, like stasis, in the middle , work it, dialectical thesis / synthesis / antithesis : how to manage at hand, without extending to social absolute , all encompassing godly everything pertaining to the absolute, so that every body can involve in the most general way in all profitable enter-prizes-----all the billions of unwanted unborn participating in the profits gained by the them, billions that perhaps didn’t want to be borne on the headwinds of satisfaction._ if they could or would only be satisfied by jobs blown in by the tradewinds of opportunity.
No , they rather join homophobic and inopprtune convention to proceed with projects as usual to prove so.

That do not mean everyone still baby sucker tit lovin’ magnetic ideological neophyte , jus’mean rather be red, in the face then dead from overskills of social engineered paradigms of fools.

So me favor my friend & realize I’m grown and know true ideals serve still productions of karmic evolution without fear of Goldman’s sons& Lovers. OR hate.

“Shhhhhhheee”

Meno_ You speak in such a strange language and maybe a quarter of it I grok. Like a difference in dialect: I’ll catch on eventually.

But perhaps my prior posts were too obscure, we can’t keep making new shit without figuring out how it’s going to become old and what are we going to do with it? How many people on the “right” grok that? Bury it here until it’s no longer cost effective then find find a place less advantaged and bury it there.
But no; right and left could appear rather mixed up. Bury your problems in a hole seems rather right leaning thinking.

Which philosopher on the planet, in their time, weren’t considered left thinking, among their peers at that time?

Sure, but it’s like stasis. Got to dig it up once in a while lest the burying place be forgotten.
Grok it has to be, strangers even those you close to, and go back again some time if you still have some.
Oh God once I went to a Krishna convention way back and some came from all over the world how exciting they sounded about getting to the here after.
Like there was one. Well there isn’t because this is It, smarter. Lot smarter guys said I’d classically and existentially Nietzche, that all this is eternal reps.
Only a few want a comeback as they are in their skin, but one dare to let go completely and become for ever, every and any man.

Recently aware of this, the universal and the totally perceived unique self, takes every experience as a reduced act, a totally reduced digging of anything in itself or not and taking it on on its most extreme manifestation of egoness, or loss of.

I couldn’t sleep s long time blamed my dad maybe rightly now my daughter can’t , the a while ago my son couldn’t.

Broking is all there is, for events are insulated into their own denomination.
You expect it.
And it becomes.
It becomes a trace that echoes a through eternity, yours, to keep if you want to hold on to it.

But you? No, it never was yours never will be, only stasis, a balancing act, a kind of preformance.
The theatre in the theatre, down the line is retribution, toward it’s absolute, up and down, that is why Deborrah Kart said in a Tennessee Williams play, “I understand everything human”.
Ill show it in a minute.

It is not at all what I expected from remembering ‘Night of the Iguana’ and it has the line ’ nothing human disgusts me’ almost at the very end, but I will put this in at this point anyway, as an example of reality standing by it’s self as in a totality of meaning.
Extended, into any general framework, it may not work.

youtu.be/nU0xCw52YOs

No it isn’t stasis. It could be an ever equalizing balance, some times swinging to and fro with abandon, sometimes the tilts swing is slower but it is always moving always changing. I swing widely, The mind is still in the middle, the effort is not towards stasis but balance. One is the past the other is the future. Or retrospective and it opposite. Change is inevitable, that can upset a balance but then we lean on the other side of the fulcrum. Not too hard. Wouldn’t wish to create an unintended oscillation; as unpleasant as stasis.

Stasis is movement . it’s movement of equalization, it’s never pleasent
It is a desire to balance, and the movement is sometimes appearent, when it is slow it appears non moving, and when it is very fast, similarly unnoticeable.
Bit when observation cracks open the underground, all the myths are seen for what they really are, and the stasis becomes a balm, with which the beauties become cansywrapped for its children, it, the Mind, of men, of the gods , and with which and through which they converse.
Gods are good, when we were things as so, but the contrary is also explicit in its implicit cruelty.
The neat thing about it, is that it is an illusive contradiction , on the level of appearances, and it becomes a thing, A certain kind of thing only to break apart into other forms and variables.
That is what item is, and of that can be attained in life, then death no longer has any meaning.

It always is a possible other, as that is a certain self. They talk, as if there was no connection, but that everywhere, eternally.
The potential inactivated only in static fields of possibility.