Sitaram
02-17-2005, 06:52 PM
http://toosmallforsupernova.org/page012.htm
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Rage against the decline of the empire, the decline of morals, the decline of humanity from what it might have been. Rage against the body’s natural decline into old age and death. Rage against the failure of mathematics and science. Rage against the inadequacy of religion and philosophy. Rage against the decline of the universe in Asimov’s heat death. Rage against the final problem. Rage against what you might have been. Rage until you grow utterly weary of anger and resentment.
Or do you decline to rage? The alternative to sleeplessness is sleep. The sleeping god, Vishnu, dreams countless universes, like so many bubbles, froth and foam. Hegel ends his Phenomenology with the Schiller’s beautiful line: “From the chalice of this realm of spirits God foams forth his own infinitude.
Death is the last refuge, and acceptance of death. Sleep is the refuge of those who decline to rage. Dreams and imagination are a refuge.
Television and video are a refuge for many including the ever-growing numbers of those who decline to read. Educational television and documentaries are the refuge of would-be-wanna-be intellectuals such as I.
Everything seems to boil down to one Nova special which I saw about quantum and relativity. The microcosm quantum world is an erratic, disjointed, fractured, acausal scintillations of unrelated events. The macrocosm world of relativity was smooth, even expansive expressions of fundamental predictable behavior of unified fields. This scenario is a metaphor for moment-to-moment consciousness on the one hand, non-sequitur by very nature, and the smooth narrative expression of the literary product of consciousness. This is why our books, the book that we write and read. are more “us” than we are. How can this be? How can the book that I write be more me than I am? Well, my book will certainly be more me than I am once I am gone. But the books of the world will not be the world once the world is gone. John said that if all that Jesus said and did were to be written down than all the world could not contain the books. But the converse is not true. Books cannot contain all the worlds to be written down unless there are always shelves and readers.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Rage against the decline of the empire, the decline of morals, the decline of humanity from what it might have been. Rage against the body’s natural decline into old age and death. Rage against the failure of mathematics and science. Rage against the inadequacy of religion and philosophy. Rage against the decline of the universe in Asimov’s heat death. Rage against the final problem. Rage against what you might have been. Rage until you grow utterly weary of anger and resentment.
Or do you decline to rage? The alternative to sleeplessness is sleep. The sleeping god, Vishnu, dreams countless universes, like so many bubbles, froth and foam. Hegel ends his Phenomenology with the Schiller’s beautiful line: “From the chalice of this realm of spirits God foams forth his own infinitude.
Death is the last refuge, and acceptance of death. Sleep is the refuge of those who decline to rage. Dreams and imagination are a refuge.
Television and video are a refuge for many including the ever-growing numbers of those who decline to read. Educational television and documentaries are the refuge of would-be-wanna-be intellectuals such as I.
Everything seems to boil down to one Nova special which I saw about quantum and relativity. The microcosm quantum world is an erratic, disjointed, fractured, acausal scintillations of unrelated events. The macrocosm world of relativity was smooth, even expansive expressions of fundamental predictable behavior of unified fields. This scenario is a metaphor for moment-to-moment consciousness on the one hand, non-sequitur by very nature, and the smooth narrative expression of the literary product of consciousness. This is why our books, the book that we write and read. are more “us” than we are. How can this be? How can the book that I write be more me than I am? Well, my book will certainly be more me than I am once I am gone. But the books of the world will not be the world once the world is gone. John said that if all that Jesus said and did were to be written down than all the world could not contain the books. But the converse is not true. Books cannot contain all the worlds to be written down unless there are always shelves and readers.