Deep Loss of a Fruitfly
That tadpoles are fodder for pond-life is as natural as the leaves falling on the water in autumn;
that flies get squidged is as ordinary as apples rotting in the orchard. One’s own death, on the other hand,
seems most unnatural. It seems rather an error and an outrage; a cosmic crime;
a reason to raise one’s fist and rebel against the regime that ordered this slaughter of innocents.
Nature is a streamers-and-all, non-stop, cork-popping party of death...but that does not mean that death is right or good.
Because life is so teeming with intentions and meanings, the death of each creature really is a catastrophe. But we must live with it anyway.
Philosophers academic and amateur – which is to say, pretty much all of us – prefer to think that paradoxes must have solutions, that they are somehow just the wrong way of looking at things, or a muddle of grammar and syntax. But not this one. It is, as far as I can see, part of the nature of things. To take both sides seriously and to seek some way to live with them is part of what it is to be human; part of what it means to be a guest at the party of life and death.
— More from Stephen Cave at Aeon
Am not I / A fly like thee? / Or art not thou / A man like me? — Wm Blake
1 August 2014
Where does happiness come from?
No man believes that many-textured knowledge and skill – as a just idea of the solar system
or the power of painting flesh, or of reading written harmonies – can come late and of a sudden;
yet many will not stick at believing that happiness can come at any day and hour solely
by a new disposition of events: though there is nought less capable of a magical production
than a mortal’s happiness, which is mainly a complex of habitual relations and dispositions
not to be wrought by news from foreign parts, or any whirling of fortune’s wheel for one
on whose brow Time has written legibly.
— George Eliot
2 August 2014
The One Teaching
Focus your attention on your perceptions, your thoughts, your feelings. Maintain an open
mind and heart in order to receive the message free of preconceptions, and learn all that you can.
Fellow travelers who share with you their experience of this practice are to be welcomed if you find their experience helps or inspires you to maintain this difficult practice.
Teachers who continue their meditation instruction with, “
and when you do this, you will find that
” are to be avoided.
— Josh Mitteldorf
3 August 2014
It is from the fear of death that all cognition of the All begins. Philosophy has the audacity to cast off the fear of the earthly,
to remove from death its poisonous sting, from Hades his pestilential breath. All that is mortal lives in this fear of death;
every new birth multiplies the fear for a new reason, for it multiplies that which is mortal.
The womb of the inexhaustible earth ceaselessly gives birth to what is new...
But philosophy refutes these earthly fears. It breaks free above the grave that opens up under our feet before each step.
It abandons the body to the power of the abyss, but above it the free soul floats off in the wind.
That the fear of death knows nothing of such a separation in body and soul, that it yells
I, I, I and wants to hear nothing about a deflection onto a mere ‘body’– matters little to philosophy.
That man may crawl like a worm into the folds of the naked earth before the whizzing projectiles of blind, pitiless death,
or that there he may feel as violently inevitable that which he never feels otherwise:
his I would be only an It if it were to die, and he my cry out his I with every cry still in his throat
against the Pitiless One by whom he is threatened with such an unimaginable annihilation – upon all this misery,
philosophy smiles its empty smile, and with its outstretched index finger shows the creature,
whose limbs are trembling in fear for its life in this world, a world beyond, of which it wants to know nothing at all.
For man does not at all want to escape from some chain; he wants to stay, he wants – to live.
— Franz Rosenzweig, from The Star of Redemption, tr Barbara Ellen Galli
4 August 2014
Inner Peace and The Other Kind
In the first few weeks of World War I, Evelyn Underhill published a little book about mysticism. Practical Mysticism: A Little Book for Normal People was written during the last months of peace. But was a book about mysticism for the common man really necessary when the whole world was collapsing? Underhill decided it was, more than ever.
The contemplative life, wrote Underhill, is not some dreamy, silly pursuit; “a game fit only for idle women and inferior poets.” Neither is it a pious “special career, involving abstraction from the world of things.” Mysticism is a call to arms. It is a challenge to engage with true reality, to see things are they really are. “The mystical consciousness,” Underhill wrote in her Preface, “has the power of lifting those who possess it to a plane of reality which no struggle, no cruelty, can disturb: of conferring a certitude which no catastrophe can wreck. Yet it does not wrap its initiates in a selfish and otherworldly calm, isolate them from the pain and effort of the common life. Rather, it gives them renewed vitality; administering to the human spirit not – as some suppose – a soothing draught, but the most powerful of stimulants.”
— read more from Stephany Anne Golberg
5 August 2014
Consolation of Age
I have climb’d to the snows of Age, and I gaze at a field in the Past.
Where I sank with the body at times in the sloughs of a low desire,
But I hear no yelp of the beast, and the Man is quiet at last,
As he stands on the heights of his life with a glimpse of a height that is higher.
— Alfred, Lord Tennyson, born this day in 1809
6 August 2014
We’ve arrived at another anniversary of the nuclear bombs, and 50 years since the Gulf of Tonkin incident
didn’t happen, and 100 years since the war to end all wars began not ending all wars.
But among the signs that another way is possible: the U.S. House has rejected any new presidential war on Iraq.
Here are some new tools to set us on a different course:
Music video: Before the End of War
campaign to advertise war abolition around the world
John Oliver video on nuclear weapons
Actions for Gaza
— from David Swanson’s WarIsACrime.org
7 August 2014
When the Uniting Personal-to-Source vehicle
stops for delivery
the inspector stands to the side.
He looks on nonchalantly.
He is not the sender of the packages
nor is he the receiver
nor the one who delivers
neither does he instruct those
who perform these tasks.
Dressed in no official garb,
he remains unnoticed.
the vehicle’s design
and the efficiency
of the System.
is for all concerned
The delivery man is
only there for delivery
He has no knowledge of the contents
nor of the origination.
And those who open the packages
are simply pleased to receive;
of what goes on
between here and there.
In the end,
all will receive the great package.
The inspector rejects only failure,
streamlines the System.
His will is adamantine,
the love that embraces all.
— Allan Morelock
8 August 2014
Adapt or die
The snake that cannot shed its skin perishes. Likewise those spirits who are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be spirits.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
9 August 2014
Every encounter an occasion for delight.
Every soul a new cause for celebration.
— Josh Mitteldorf
10 August 2014
Art and Activism
Caledonia Curry (
Swoon) started her career as a street artist, but quickly leapfrogged to the attention of gallerists and museum curators,
which let her expand to installation and performance art, often with an activist, progressive bent.
Her intricate paper-cut portraits and cityscapes, often affixed to walls in hardscrabble places, are meant to disintegrate in place,
a refrain to the life around them. Meanwhile, her socially minded work has focused on building cultural hubs for far-flung artistically welcoming communities.
— More from the NYTimes
11 August 2014
The unstoppable compulsion to act, in bigger and wiser ways than you knew possible, has already been set in motion. I’m urging you to trust in that.
— Charles Eisenstein
Not blaming ourselves for mistakes is the flip side of not taking credit for our acts of courage or creativity or leadership, or our good ideas.
12 August 2014
Healing power of the mind
In a 2008 study, Harvard Medical School researcher Ted Kaptchuk devised a clever strategy for testing his volunteers’ response to varying levels of therapeutic ritual. The study focused on irritable bowel syndrome, a painful disorder that costs more than $40 billion a year worldwide to treat. First the volunteers were placed randomly in one of three groups. One group was simply put on a waiting list; researchers know that some patients get better just because they sign up for a trial. Another group received placebo treatment from a clinician who declined to engage in small talk. Volunteers in the third group got the same sham treatment from a clinician who asked them questions about symptoms, outlined the causes of IBS, and displayed optimism about their condition.
Not surprisingly, the health of those in the third group improved most. In fact, just by participating in the trial, volunteers in this high-interaction group got as much relief as did people taking the two leading prescription drugs for IBS. And the benefits of their bogus treatment persisted for weeks afterward, contrary to the belief—widespread in the pharmaceutical industry—that the placebo response is short-lived.
Studies like this open the door to hybrid treatment strategies that exploit the placebo effect to make real drugs safer and more effective.
— read more from Wired
This article is about evidence that the placebo effect is getting stronger. People expect more from their medications and they give it to themselves, regardless of what the medication does.
In tests across many areas of medicine, untrained mind and clinical attention seem to be better healers than the best remedies that modern pharmacology can provide. So what would happen if we trained and focused the mind for healing?
What would happen if we reversed the trend of increasing patient loads for doctors, depriving them of time with their patients? What would happen if we set out to combine medical interventions with caring and empathy? – JJM
13 August 2014
I want a faith past arguments; one which, whether I can prove it or not to the satisfaction of the lawyers,
I believe to my own satisfaction, and act on it as undoubtingly and unreasoningly as I do upon my own newly-rediscovered personal identity.
I don't want to possess a faith. I want a faith which will possess me. And if I ever arrived at such a one, believe me,
it would be by some such practical demonstration as this very tent has given me.
— Charles Kingsley
14 August 2014
When my children were young, I read them books by E. Nesbit. I had no idea
she wrote a dozen novels for adults and hundreds of poems, well-crafted and original.
THOUGH you and I so long have been so near—
Have felt each other’s heart-beats hour by hour,
Have watered, plucked, and trampled passion’s flower,
Have known so many days so very dear—
Yet still through every hour of every year
We have sought to win and failed to win the dower
Of perfect insight, and to gain the power
To see what we are, and not what we appear.
Yet you desire such knowledge—would possess,
You say, completion of love; if that were won
—Ah! by it might not haply be undone
The little measure of joy we knew before?
Though we should swear we loved each other more,
How surely we should love each other less!
— E. Nesbit, born this day in 1858
Here is a longish poem of Nesbit
that I discovered today, a story with unexpected twists, well worth reading though it doesn’t fit here.
15 August 2014
A respect for how things were done in the past
I have no respect for authority. I am impatient, and always looking for a better way of doing things.
Yesterday at the Brooklyn Museum, my fancies were caught by an Egyptian urn, 4000 years old, carved of solid stone.
Not pottery, not glass. It was not molded, but carved, hollowed out smoothly, with a narrow neck and a wide belly.
I imagined grinding alabaster with a tool made of wood and sand. There was no iron, no glue. They had pottery, fired clay. It had to be a thousand times easier.
Someone patiently chipped and ground and polished this stone for many days. Was it an artisan? A slave? Did he think there were better uses for his time?
It was a window into a different approach to life.
16 August 2014
The unexamined life is not worth living.
The unlived life is not worth examining.
Immerse yourself to your ears in passionate engagement.
Strive to the breaking point of your will.
Take respite in practice, contemplation, yoga for healing and consolidation of your strength.
Never mistake your therapy for your life.
17 August 2014
Listen to young flutist Emma Resmini play the 3rd movement of the Flute Sonata of Otar Taktakishvili.
18 August 2014
Those who are awake live in a constant state of amazement.
— Jack Kornfield
19 August 2014
Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.
— Rebecca Solnit
“How will you go about finding that thing, the nature of which is totally unknown to you?” —Meno
20 August 2014
What’s it like to be an octopus?
An octopus can taste with its skin, and very likely can see with its skin as well. How else to explain the fact that
octopuses placed on an unfamiliar background instantly adjust their coloration to adopt the pattern under them?
In the wild, the octopus is actively discovering his environment, not waiting for it to hit him.
The animal makes the decision to go out and get information, figures out how to get the information, gathers it,
uses it, stores it. This has a great deal to do with consciousness.
When Athena looked into my eyes, what was she thinking?
— more fom Orion magazine
21 August 2014
If you find that meditation does not come easily in your city room, be inventive and go out into nature.
Nature is always an unfailing fountain of inspiration.
To calm your mind, go for a walk at dawn in the park, or watch the dew on a rose in a garden.
Lie on the ground and gaze up into the sky, and let your mind expand into its spaciousness.
Let the sky outside awaken a sky inside your mind.
Stand by a stream and mingle your mind with its rushing; become one with its ceaseless sound.
Sit by a waterfall and let its healing laughter purify your spirit.
Walk on a beach and take the sea wind full and sweet against your face.
Celebrate and use the beauty of moonlight to poise your mind. Sit by a lake or in a garden and,
breathing quietly, let your mind fall silent as the moon comes up majestically and slowly in the cloudless night.
— from Sogyal Rimpoche’s Rigpa web site
22 August 2014
“Alas, friend! I have begun to distrust, of late, my power of solving riddles.
After all, why should they be solved? What matters one more mystery in a world of mysteries?”
— Charles Kingsley
23 August 2014
How heavenly the afterlife?
The task is done, the battle won,
the fortune gained, but perseverance
Carries on th’activity
that comforts though all use is past.
Would rather that we knew with full
detail of the irrelevance
Of all we do, intend, and care about,
the folly of ambitions vast?
And of the afterlife we feign
would know with certainty of our salvation.
Fear of the unknown pervades
and mars our worldly dance.
But would we read a mystery once a friend,
though moved by best intention,
Ruined the ending for us by revealing
how it ended?
— Josh Mitteldorf
24 August 2014
An Earth Centric paradigm shift will challenge many of Western civilizations’ underlying foundations, such as hierarchic ordering,
viewing the universe as a mechanical system, and the belief that society must be a competitive struggle.
This paradigm realignment challenges the deeply held belief that our species is above nature, and nature’s only value
is being instrumental for our usage wants.
We are heading toward culture in which mankind is just a strand in the web of life. We should be caretakers
of this world, all of its life forms, and the earth itself, simply holding it in trust for posterity. In no way is this indicating that the scientific revolution was a waste of time
— Anthony J. Gerst
25 August 2014
When I switched on a light in the barn loft
late last night, I frightened four flickers
hanging inside, peering out through their holes.
Confused by the light, they began to fly
wildly from one end to the other,
their yellow wings slapping the tin sheets
of the roof, striking the walls, scrabbling
and falling. I cut the light
and stumbled down and out the door and stood
in the silent dominion of starlight
till all five of our hearts settled down.
— Ted Kooser
Listen to When I switched on a light
composed by Maria Schneider, sung by Dawn Upshaw,
from the album Winter Morning Walks
26 August 2014
There are many ways in which the thing I am trying in vain to say may be
tried in vain to be said.
— Samuel Beckett
27 August 2014
There are two copies of every chromosome in each of our cells. Because one comes from Mom and the other from Dad, they are not quite the same, but almost.
Chromosomes are constantly being wound and unwound, opened to be read and closed for safe-keeping. Frequently, they break and information is lost at the site of damage.
When that happens, the paired chromosome is consulted. The corresponding place is found, and the missing section is copied from the other. Each chromosome is thus a backup copy for the other.
The amazing thing is that there is no little man inside the cell, not even a cell or organelle. This work is being done by a molecule.
More details can be found in this Wikipedia article on Homologous Recombination
28 August 2014
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
— Margaret Atwood
29 August 2014
Informed Optimism of Amory Lovins
Amory is an intellectual's intellectual who has the knack for making entertainment out of statistics.
He is an evergreen optimist amid fatalists on global warming and ecosystem collapse. Amory preaches that the
economic forces working for against oil and gast consumption, for sustainable conservation and renewables
are so powerful that despite all that government might do to screw it up, business competition will force us all
onto a soft energy path.
Watch a TED talk by Amory Lovins on energy stats, the next 40 years.
30 August 2014
terram usque ad pulverem
The Great Sequoia
that grows in the soil of my cherished values
whose roots are my passions
whose trunk is my will
(whose cones are my worries)
whose feather-needles my petty preferences,
blows asunder, leaves in the wind.
I am the Cheshire smile
— Josh Mitteldorf
31 August 2014