another view on Humanistic Philosophy

                                                                                               

this man is working for minimum wage;

every day fighting for his welfare and even for supporting his family. 

he is paid so low that he has to return to work for his own existence.

:Herbert Spencer" so that the political and bureaucratic machine  can keep

the cogs in the great wheel turning; punching the time clock but never getting ahead, even falling

deeper into debt than he can re-pay;(only in Amerika).

we're all alone in this world, even alienated from our own thoughts;

because the living we do is filled with so much pain.

the sea knows best; keeping the waves rolling ashore

without hesitation in the continual ebb and wane of nature.

we climb the ladder of success and when we reach the top and jump off

back to the sea

and swim back to shore only to start all over again.

sure it's human nature, and nature itself knows

you can only rise to tour own limits.

knowledge is power.

sure wouldn't want to burst your bubble; but what about the children? if it is so hard for us what will become of them? technology has come so far

but you still wonder where are we going?

war my friend in the name of peace; where are all the jobs? and you're too old now;

too young for social security and too old to make a difference. where do we go from here?

it's nice to have a friend. I wish i did?

just me alone

on an empty highway.

maybe i'll perhaps 

get off the road and sit by the pond

and ponder

what's next?

it's a great big universe that holds us on a very little planet; but sometimes this living existence

makes us feel so small and insignificant

but we are more than that.

everybody needs help sometimes.

it's supposed to be such a wonderful world, except if your a refugee or homeless or hungry and need work. try to get along without money, just broke and out of luck and down and out and 

there will be no Christmas this year. you're lucky to have what you do; most people want what you got. the sooner witter makes you sad to see the old man or woman on the street corner asking for help until the cop turns on those blue lights and makes you put your hands on his car and takes your sign and writes you up for begging; how many choices do you have now? Another storm is coming. you have to find shelter and you're hungry and broke.

                                                                               

so you take out on your own and meet your destiny

somewhere on the open road.

consider your options; you can take to the road and forget about everything as if it never existed; but the past always catches uo to you or re-configure your conclusions and re-consider all you can gain and,or lose. these great and small challenges weasel their way into our mind and disturb our sanity, our frredom is compromised by our wealth; not the wealth of knowledge of your mind; but the wealth in your empty pocket. you walk on; there are no options.

spontaneous thoughts

as the sun rises on one side of our world it sets on the other and the moon phases into a new crescent lighting up the night sky, and your self has been enlightened by some kind of epiphany and time moves on taking you with it while we circle and spiral around somewhere in the universe and expand our knowledge base sending computerized probes out into the stellar galactic magnitude.                                                             

                                                                                

as civilization builds more and more highrises top the skyline, people are born and die, poverty separates from the rich and super rich and everyone is exasperated by class and race and religion and still we are one people on a little planet in the grand universal picture. life goes on and we make due with our skills and human nature.

another emotional and passionate thought:

music tells stories with sound and lyrics just add passion to the music

and without words the music carries you on and back in memory

percussion resounds and your own thoughts pound in your skull.

somewhere in time the present exists; but no one knows exactly aware; parallel universes possibly exist. besides it really doesn't matter; no one gives a darn except for their own present reality; 

history is made every moment in the time continuum.

                                                                                             

it's dark in the shadows of the craters on the moon and somewhere

someone considers weather the moon is all dark

or our thoughts are enlightened by creative thinking or

perhaps it's all dark

except for that one light thought that always seems to float away.

visions, dreams, remembrances;

making a name for your self;

you've already become a legend;

people talk about you, and you talk to your self

and to God if you believe.

not an easy task.

awaking with startling imperfections,

you try to correct to no avail;

an exercise in futility.

you wonder what comes next?

tomorrow always comes.

your legacy still is forming

experimental thinking in an imperfect world;

you wonder of your own utopia.

desolate, alone and alienated

altered humanity races forward and backward

in a singularity built especially for you;

never mind the rest of the world

it will not rest, but you find the time

in your busy schedule.

you reside in a flat, your own sanctuary

the one you call home

but no one answers the phone

except a machine that says

please leave a message.

you plan your day of leisure

your narcotic memory

and some bourbon, and a half pack of cigarettes.

the day fades with its own glory

but you live on thru the night.

satisfied but not content

you always remember except when you choose to forget.

beside your self and still

trying to understand God's will

if only you could be quiet and still

you still wonder

no wonder you can do that at all.

just a little bit of philosophical thinking

                                                                                      

you don't have to be a wizard to think philosophically or in the metaphysical way of thought.

we must learn thinking, because our being able to think, and even gifted for it; is still no guarantee that we are capable of thinking; but there are different ways of thinking that we do.

To be capable we must before all else incline toward what addresses itself to thought; to be thought provoking and awesome to the creative imagination and rationality. Sometimes we even have to improvise about our thoughts and reach our own conclusions through deliberation and sincere meditation. 

So you got a thought, you've been inspired by revelation and now you go about your work given to a thought of what was thought provoking that inspired you to delve even deeper of that same thinking with your creativity and motivated by inspiration realize with some anticipation your own revelations.

An active mind calls for thought along with remembrance; a perennial question . It happens to us when we cross that narrow isle of mind and matter, everything matters, nothing can be said of never mind. almost immediately we begin to think. It happens that we have the ability to conceive what we perceive from the gathered knowledge and wisdom of a sage, or perhaps a reasonable wizard. Yet man is called a being who can think, but different than an animal. We learn to think by giving heed to what there is to think about , otherwise we are just dreaming creatures with special abilities.

We are more thoughtless than thoughtful. no doubt otherwise we are mostly creative when it comes to matters of the mind and current opinion.

Re-Load

                                                                                   

                                                                                    

You know everything has some reason behind it; or our imagination gets the best of us.

Though we know not; all we can do is think with the gifted mind which is our own and consider the thoughts we think we believe. Life is real and not just a lucid dream, or is it? We live in a reality greater than our own.

We owe our will to the expense of the intellect and to be non-exempt to the chains of reasoning.

The scientific method combated our sole reasoning from passion and emotion which have a powerful grip over our own passions that lead us to the state of action or non-action. We do our best to find complacency in the complex environment even on a world scale, even including the scale of a universe we know little of or how we fit into the grand scheme of things.

If the Earth tilted on its axis even one degree everything would change. Change is the one constant we can believe in. If our own perspective would tilt on its axis even one degree our entire perspective would take on a new horizon. Our thinking would take on a bold new direction.

Dry your tearful eyes from crying

accept things as they are

change is not easy, but comes easily

and move on from your indolence

and be courageous and bold thinking

of all the answers to your own questions.

Those tears roll down the side of your face

like rivers from misconceived notions

reality has more than one side

it goes on forever in any direction

by its own will; nature is its own being;

and we are constantly becoming fulfilled 

by our own destiny.

Dry your tearful soul

the rain is not eternal

it brings new growth

in the season of spring

and covers over this past winter.

It takes a little time

not much

while the minute hand passes the hour hand

once more. And still you keep changing

and your mind recovers from the "Re-Load"

you've been going thru

in the moments of "The Golden Eternity".

Time passes and takes its tole

and takes with it those who it wills

and brings new birth

to those who accept their mission

here on the Good Earth.

Sunday, clear the past from your memory

and make pretend all is new.

                                                                          

It takes a little time

not very much;

to keep or change your mind

but sometimes a decision

happens in an unspeakable way

and you keep control

as much as you can;

but your emotions overpower you

like the waves of the ocean

crashing upon the shore.

The same waves

bring inspiration

and new passion

you find calm

in a peaceful moment

delicately turning all you once thought

into the churning sand

below the waves.

what was once thought

now cast away

memories linger on

soon to be forgotten too

inspiration like revelation

replaces all you once thought

and give you that sense of wonder

only your mind can create.

its beauty shares all things

in a certain way

and you pass from hardship

to serenity

with just another 

casual re-loaded thought.

the story continues thinking going forward.

                                                                                 

the image is not of an actual explosion of the determinable results
but the explosion of the mind when a new or challenging idea comes to mind.

Another typewriter ribbon holds more depth in analytic thinking , spontaneous thoughts and memories of thoughts brought to the surface from meditative concentration and relaxing thought provoking ideas'

the "I get it moment" is Epiphany of a sort  when a thought comes together and your reaction challenges the action you took in contemplative diagnosis of relevant notions and stimulating encouraging dialogue.

me looking at my reflection, just the same
inside out and outside in
the true me is still debatable.

                                                                                 

once at the yard the engineer locates the correct placement of the commuting cars on their way to their designated destination. similarly we act in sort the same review.

Life goes on, steadily we take our course on a long and eventful journey. 
                                                                                                     

  another supply ship heads to the ISS because life in orbital space requires special needs and we have learned from those explorers we all have needs and our wants are beside the point of survival. we all need supplies and one of the requirements of life in space depends on ground support just like our living needs are coordinated with our passions and lifestyle.

another typewriter ribbon captures my thoughts on the printed page and the accumulation of my notes from my journal increases day by day and night by night; the story continues on another posting; too long for one sitting, now comfortable at my desk, in the sanctuary of my home and i deliberate on the next paragraph of this adventure in learning and accepting reality as it really is.

Philosophical Thinking of the Modern Era

                                                                                 

greetings from earth, location the south poke, where the sky is clear and the summer sun revolves just above tree top and research here gives a clear perspective on the outer limits of deep space where our interest ought to be focused after we search ourselves from deep within to the surface of our consciousness.

                                                                             

another trip to the ISS with life saving cargo
beyond our world there are more

thru these windows
and doors to the outside
of the self

we see and interpret our world

Discussion and expression of "point of view" have a positive or negative effect on our being.
A point of view has many perspectives. In dialogue there are yours and mine and significant others in the conversation. The writer, Artist and musician bring their perspective from their own conscious material, from learning, experience and from knowledge and wisdom.

                                                                                     

No dialogue is complete without media as receiver on the printed page to share those ideas and to address them. There will be no turning back, only a change of mind after looking at a subject from all sides.

                                                                                  

these images show only one grand perspective and is appropriate for this discussion.

                                                                            

the mind is a curious thing, a living machine
temporarily connected to the mortal body
and soul
 but perhaps there is more ?

There will be no turning back the clock of time. How we use our time in thought makes the certain way of thinking what it is. what i do is thinking about thinking and progress to a final thought which is never really final. everything is subject to change, nature was made that way for some reason.

                                                                                                      

Perhaps William Blake had it right: if you want to change the world first change yourself.

                                                                                                             

maybe it's time to make that change? we only get older and the young ones have bold ideas and notions of their future even as you get older only time will tell. perhaps it's time for a drive in the sky. You live incessantly moving from moment to moment casually stopping to gain your strength, but sometimes you just fly and adjust your thinking as needed from the theories you gain from experience.

This may be a long story, but all I've got is time.

                                                                                 I've only just begun.
                                                                                 

                                                                                    somewhere, up there beyond our atmosphere is an ether where only spirit exists. what a splendid thought. something to believe in perhaps.
Living with the past is written in history books; living in the present is mind boggling and so complex its simplicity is nearer comprehension than ever believed. Today is always forever.

High fly to center field, the athlete jumps and misses, home run. Hail Mary pass to the far end of the field, intercepted, the game is over. It's our interpretation and perspective that makes all the difference. Our view of reality as it is, is the only reality we can know. 

                                                                                so this is all we can do: take the good with the bad, interpret the situation and make conditions bearable to our own soul to survive.

                                                                            

flight, the ultimate sensation

from dawn to dusk we must find our own direction.

persistence and mindset with optimism keep our bigger story on the headlines of a revolving dialogue with your inner self and your actual inner mind where the sorting of facts and ingenuity brings us to where we want to go from a comfortable stationary point in the time continuum . 
the story continues in philosophical thinking going forward. 

purely conceptual

back from a fantastic voyage there's more out there than people could understand.

this is our home
we are not alone
imagine that
life with space all around us
and no one in sight or hearing distance to hear our call

just making our own way thru the meadow
looking for a quiet place
to hear life go by
in all its essence and splemdor

                                                                           

free flight is a freedom to the scholarly and wise.
the feeling that comes from flying is undeniable favoritism
to those able to take to the skies
and soar with their dreams and intellectual abilities

i think it's my imagination and hope that keeps me afloat in this sea of madness called life.

if i could just get above the clouds it would be nice and sunny. sure i would have to deal with the winds but that would be the least of my worries; i could fly like a glider if i had to. the mind also works like that. maybe i'll try to find a picture. 

                                                                                              

Amazing and incredible the factors the mind comes to terms with, concepts, notions, theory and hypothesis all about the world we live in and much more in the creative abstract sense, life in many different shapes and colors and all the factors that make us one humanity, but we separate ourselves from each other only caring about the important one:"Self" a small idea in a big package.

i've been here at my desk all day finding release to create open space for new ideas. good plan, it works; the burden of self containment takes up too much room and cluters what is important. now collected and reserved openness for liberation i can surely hope i made enough room for a temple that i call mind which holds treasures and memories and a wealth of creative imagination.

so now let us make room for a song, a distracting song with lyrics that bring you up and want to dance and listen more.     Night is coming on.      twilight has followed the sun and tonight i will sleep until another daylight shines thru my window. with each new day comes some newness, in thought and in nature; spring is here, the cold lingers, but time doesn't stop, it's the concept of "The Golden Eternity" our life to make of it what we will and more or less to use to our convenience to broaden our wisdom about the human character on nature's terms, reactionary animals, intelligent enough to make higher decisions than animals, vertical backbones separate us from those with horizontal backbones; just a higher form of life raving status with indispensable   wanting.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         forget about class, we all got some of our own kind, but there are those with money who don't give a damn and those so por they can't even aford another "o" to make por, poor; but in any situation you find yourself in you make the best of it because though change is constant it seldome comes our way and the fail safe becomes a catch 22 and you become stuck in the bile of life with a labyrinth of mazes to find your way out; so never mind how you got into this situation, you're in it now and only ingenuity can bring you out. life's original story- I will never leave you, remember me and I will show you the way. carry your ball and chain and with every step the weight gets lighter as you forget and start with another dream, a better future than the here and now; completely appreciable.

Wishful Thinking or Reality

                                                                                    

champions are made
ambition, motivation and drive
to excel and succeed

we create a legend for our self. we have our weakness and strength. you have to find the open   shot and swing; going for the knock out punch, opportunity arises and you have to go for it in the moment of decision.

Choice and decision are based on our focus and perception; there is a solution to every problem, our only recourse is to find knowledge and wisdom to succeed at our battle. Sooner  or later everything passes to rust and dust. dried flowers still have their beauty, and they are not dead, but living memories of  the moments of the Golden Eternity we partake of. 

Push far  enough into the void and nothingness has meaning and begins to be something. everything is important though we know it not what symbolism there is with life; but there is no stopping of time, it moves on into the infiniteness of eternity. some day they will forget us but the legend we make for our selves will live. we are born fighters for life and then there is more; wisdom shows us the way thru the labyrinth life gives and we take what we will; our creativity lures us deeper into thought.

There is no agreement that the "Golden Mountain" does or does not exist; but all things and beings do exist in the "Golden Eternity." Forever does exist in the present time, in the past and in the future; all is one complete and absolute continuity.

I think we can agree to disagree, it is the human way; opinion is infinitely debatable. Open conversation receives more results than no dialogue at all. We wonder who we really are, where we are going; but we can agree we know where we came from history is forever being recorded.

My conceptual journeys have been in some respects informative and creative gestures of mental fathoming into the mysteries of life that can be denied or not, but are completely enchanting to the one who labors in thought. Everything has some meaning. Even nothing has some meaning. 
It is imperative that our explanations be consistent with common consent.

 Where we are going is not too far over the horizon. Where we come from is too far to realize.
The clock is ticking; sometimes you have to say good by, but I will return; the countdown begins. It's always beginning, over and over, simply forever, with nature as its only cause.

Move on From The Past

flying a supersonic jet fighter must be an awesome thrill,
but it takes time and practice to learn the skills
be patient and learn well because
the freedom is unforgetable

sunrise or sunset every 90 minutes the International Space Station circles the Earth
that's a lot of days and nights in our time
the symbols and words that give commands must be intelligible;
some people move on faster than others, it's their liberty and privilege,
some people never move on and live in the past,
some people stop and think and rest and go on their way,
you have to decide what's right for you

                     

to see the moon more than once in a night must be an incredible feeling. Our emotions run deep.
from up in space you get a different perspective of the Earth
some people wil never know, others will only dream;

                                                     reality is all in your mind .                                               

Philosophical thinking: Space Shuttle Discovery Liftoff

Philosophical thinking: Space Shuttle Discovery Liftoff
just click on the title to view a moment in time.
We remember even now as ever more.

Elemental Thinking

In a moment of time the passing thought occupied my realization pre-conceived emotional passion ; came and went but not forgotten, stored as a treasure, gem stones and jewels in my memory that awakened with a song. That which shows itself and in the same time withdraws is the essential trait of what we call mystery. It In a par-sec of a second, a moment all by it self happens  like that life  does. I awoke from a lucid dream hearing water, like a brook in the wood streaming down hill toward a pond cool and clear on a hot summer day. I rested there for a while. I awoke again in the night and saw the reflection of the sky in the pond. I remembered and chose not to forget. I sat beside the shore and wanted to get in, but upon that thought I decided if I were to get into the water I would be getting into the sky. It happened like that. I saw the sky in the water and I saw the sky in the air above me and breathed it in and the sky filled my spirit and I was satisfied and content in the moment. Satisfied with the passionate emotion the thought provoked I fell back to sleep and decided my imagination was reality and it was, it is, forever a keepsake thought from some enlightened cherishing of creativity. Forever more I will remember the flight of imagination into the reality of thought.

Why not? If thinking is the essence of man then looking away from thinking is possible. A perpetual motion machine? Five steel marbles hanging from separate threads draw one and let it go and the far one on the other side responds adinfinitum. An object in motion remains in motion unless acted upon by another force. An object at rest remains at rest unless acted upon by another force. A natural law I remembered, a continual thought that reoccurs , nothing wasted, nothing lost, converted into energy the human mind responds in character; principles of thermodynamics and physics. Numbers too have their own meaning like words. One leading to another in response to the interaction of subliminal forces upon the consciousness. And then I realized I was awake in my own dream.

So how is thinking explained except by the willing of an idea, conceiving it, and then forming a perception; say it be real or imaginary everything in the mind has its own reality. The music plays on leading me to follow the rhythmic sequences of note, tone and harmony. Words too carry you along like a song without lyrics.

I will to consider  the transformation brought about by my own power to be creative with the thinking that I do, by the effort of imagination to go beyond and exceed my own expectations. With improvisation and spontaneity, conjecture and fact, non-fiction and fiction; an orchestration of complete magnificence, in syncopated time, rhythm and rhyme, pastel hues, different shades of gray,
particle acceleration in zero gravity surface in my own conscious subjection.

Invention, a curious thing to will to conceive something and bring it to a real perception, by the mind alone we drift and wander and wonder in continuous thought.

Another page in time, more thoughtful reflections in a midnight pond where sky is both up and around floating on the surface; perhaps with the changing constant variables of thought the enterprise of an idea wills itself into being and then becoming in a calculative and meditative thought written out on a printed page, the jazz of lyrics, line verse and thoughtful ramblings of a metaphysical poet.

The Moment of Decision

On the one matter is the reality of actuality and on the other is our creative imagination that gives to us the freedom to many believe in things unknown and unproven. The decision and choice is ours to have reason to hope and believe and have faith in what we want to believe.  Though many Angels may protect us demons constantly attack our mind with thoughts and in life attack our very existence with random chance and random events that bring situation and circumstance to the forefront of our survival. They challenge the roll of the dice and the draw of the card, but the power of thought provoking spiritual warfare is in our human nature.

Sure we have indifference to opinion, but remember opinion is infinitely debatable and because we have the freedom of thought sometimes our thoughts recognize differences of opinion are part of each of our personalities and character. You have to believe in something even if you have to believe in yourself to move on with time and age comes to you with wisdom and experience, along with random chance and situations, and conditions so give me the strength to accept the things I cannot change and change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference, and when I look into a mirror I recognize change starts with me and then the world around me and inside me will change; like nature, change is one constant element of life we can believe in and happens in a parsec of a moment without notice.

Living on the edge is challenging, pushing the envelope to the extreme balancing it on the close edge of the table keeping it from falling to the floor. But maybe the envelope cannot be pushed further than the imaginary limits we put on it? Perhaps there are no limits, but gravity cannot be denied unless you live in space where zero g’s are just fine with me. Somewhere between the top of the water and the sandy bottom of the ocean I balance myself  scuba diving in zero g conditions and focus just on the sound of my breathing and heartbeat. All the while keeping the original thought my mind gives its attention to- life surrounds me and goes on inside me and both realities exist simultaneously.

Remember an idea can be easily lost if not written down and there is more to reading than just the words; it’s the words that have meaning and we are given to thought provoking ideas when we read or even write; a territory of no man’s land uninhabitable except in our imagination, and after the power of a thought overwhelms us more thoughts arrive before we can think further and our mind races to keep pace with even our own thoughts. We have to create an openness or clearing space to negotiate all our thoughts and consider them and weigh their worth and value. We must consider our mindset and how we negotiate the way we think because it takes a certain way of thinking to realize the power of thought.

In brief we search for short term conclusions and deal with them as need arises. We must regard the contemplative and meditative conclusions we come to and the consequences they bring. We lead ourselves into the complexities of the human philosophy. Life goes on without regard for time because it is endless in the Golden Eternity and we are conscious except that we, in our days are surrounded by our sleep. When you add it all up the tears and pleasure are equal. Is it any wonder the monkey is confused? The interplay of thought and argument for the present moment is reflected in the attitude we have towards contemplative and meditative thinking; but we do get caught up in the moment and decision is based on the worth and value of pleasure without regard for consequence. And then we face head on with

With the consequences of our actions and reactions negotiating or own desires spontaneously and thoughtless in the moment of choice and decision.

Philosophical thinking: Space Shuttle Discovery Liftoff

Philosophical thinking: Space Shuttle Discovery Liftoff
a tribute to our hero astronauts who took to the sky for adventure
not for fame or glory but for all of humanity back on the good earth.
click on the title Space Shuttle Discovery Liftoff and this link will take you to the NASA Space Launch Facility to see the liftoff of the space shuttle Discovery

ready and waiting for countdown

Space Shuttle Discovery Liftoff

this was a moment in time captured by video

an unforgetable moment

and for those who never saw it

this is your chance to go back in time and see for yourself

a shuttle liftoff

now retired on a barge being tugged up river
to its Ner York Resting place

The Enterprise was the original test craft

when all systems checked out ok the crew of NASA began building

The Five main ships

we lost The Challenger on lift off

we lost The Columbia on re-entry

the others

The Discovery was the first to go into space

and then The Atlantis and The Endeavour made the original six ships

only five flew into space to build the international space station and to launch satelites especially The Hubble Telescope

we have cleared the tower
request orbit ops

it all started with a dream

like most things

our ideas, notions and concepts

we create hypothesis and actualize theory

we are not only thinking beings

we are dreamers too

first there was the Mercury missions

then the Gemini missions

then our shining moments with the Apollo missions

it's a test pilots world

sacrifice comes with a price

fame and glory and the reality of loss

pushing the edge of the envelope

just to see how fast and far we can go

up there it is an amazing reality
failure was not an option

this story is dedicated

to our heroes

they put their lives on the razors edge

for all of humanity

and the far side of the moon has a dim light

reflected from the stars.

who's the best pilot you ever knew?

well you looking at him

and for a moment

Gordon Cooper flew the fastest and furthest than anyone else before him

even Chuck Yeager was proud

see it's all about funding

no bucks, no Buck Rogers

it's about marketing yourself and your projects

and then you have to prove your worth.