If we cannot love a flawed being…

All honour and reverence to the divine beauty of form! Let us cultivate it to the utmost in men, women, and children—in our gardens and in our houses. But let us love that other beauty too, which lies in no secret of proportion, but in the secret of deep human sympathy. Paint us an angel, if you can, with a floating violet robe, and a face paled by the celestial light; paint us yet oftener a Madonna, turning her mild face upward and opening her arms to welcome the divine glory; but do not impose on us any aesthetic rules which shall banish from the region of Art those old women scraping carrots with their work-worn hands, those heavy clowns taking holiday in a dingy pot-house, those rounded backs and stupid weather-beaten faces that have bent over the spade and done the rough work of the world—those homes with their tin pans, their brown pitchers, their rough curs, and their clusters of onions. In this world there are so many of these common coarse people, who have no picturesque sentimental wretchedness! It is so needful we should remember their existence, else we may happen to leave them quite out of our religion and philosophy and frame lofty theories which only fit a world of extremes.

…There are few prophets in the world; few sublimely beautiful women; few heroes. I can’t afford to give all my love and reverence to such rarities: I want a great deal of those feelings for my every-day fellow-men, especially for the few in the foreground of the great multitude, whose faces I know, whose hands I touch, for whom I have to make way with kindly courtesy. Neither are picturesque lazzaroni or romantic criminals half so frequent as your common labourer, who gets his own bread and eats it vulgarly but creditably with his own pocket-knife. It is more needful that I should have a fibre of sympathy connecting me with that vulgar citizen who weighs out my sugar in a vilely assorted cravat and waistcoat, than with the handsomest rascal in red scarf and green feathers—more needful that my heart should swell with loving admiration at some trait of gentle goodness in the faulty people who sit at the same hearth with me, or in the clergyman of my own parish, who is perhaps rather too corpulent and in other respects is not an Oberlin or a Tillotson, than at the deeds of heroes whom I shall never know except by hearsay, or at the sublimest abstract of all clerical graces that was ever conceived by an able novelist.

— George Eliot

1 September 2015

A physicist warns us about private control of our money supply

“The whole profit of the issuance of money has provided the capital of the great banking business as it exists today…An honest money system is the only alternative.”

“How can we tolerate the fact that money is both created ex nihilo and lent at compound interest, while at the same time serving as a unit of measure for wealth which is incapablze of either of those ‘conjuror’s tricks’?”

Review of Soddy’s economics

— Frederick Soddy, who won the 1921 Nobel Prize in Chemistry for discovering that one element can be transformed into another, was born this day in 1877.

Soddy was also prescient in warning the scientific community that atomic energy would be weaponized.

2 September 2015

Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

— William Wordsworth

3 September 2015

from chaos, LIGHT

Listen to the world being created, impressions of…

— Darius Milhaud, born this day in 1908.

4 September 2015

Longing for Belonging

How do we reclaim our sense of belonging in the world when it is constantly being eroded by modern society in the form of the economy, technology, education and media?

Here are some of the ways we are experiencing separation:

  • Indoor lifestyles, air conditioning, and motorized transportation distance us from the rest of nature, making it alien and other to us.
  • Digital media substitute material, embodied experience with virtual experiences, further separating us from participation and belongingness in the material world.
  • The commodity economy immerses us in a world of standardized, uniform things, stripping away uniqueness and aliveness.
  • The money economy also destroys community, replacing gift interactions with paid services and casting us into a world of strangers. Because it is fundamentally competitive, it also creates the experience of a hostile world in which no one cares.
  • The industrial food system distances us from nature in its aspect of generosity, so that it is no longer a friend or partner, but rather a resource from which food is extracted. It turns food into a “product,” reducing plants and animals into mere elements of production and obliterating any sense of kinship.
  • The ideology of reductionism teaches us that the universe at bottom is a thing, composed of generic building blocks devoid of consciousness, purpose, agency, or intelligence. We are alone in the universe.
  • Modern medicine makes the body into something to be dominated and controlled through pharmacy or surgery, and holds us in a position of dependency on experts. The body becomes “my body,” a separate thing.
  • Patriarchal attitudes toward love, intimacy, and sexuality, along with their associated institutions, cut us off from deep connection to each other. Even non-sexual touch is severely circumscribed in modern society

We live within a cultural mythology that tells us we are separate beings in competitive relation for power, even for survival. We long to return to a culture of inclusiveness, cooperation, and the sharing of gifts.

read more on HuffPo from Charles Eistenstein

5 September 2015

All of my life, or at least since the end of last month, I’ve used as a working defintion of God, ‘That aspect of the world of which nothing can be known.’ It follows that all theology is…we won’t go there.

But we may ask about science: Surely science expands knowledge.  Science expands, so God contracts, right?  Maybe not.   Remember what John Wheeler said:

“We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance.”

— Josh Mitteldorf

6 September 2015

A Basic Income for All

The basic income has been supported by people across the political spectrum. President Nixon advocated for a version of it, as did George McGovern and President Jimmy Carter. It has been supported by libertarian economists like Milton Friedman as well as progressive economists. It is the simplest way to end poverty while at the same ending the bureaucracy that surrounds poverty programs. Its roots are in the American Revolution. In 1795, American revolutionary Thomas Paine called for a Citizen’s Dividend to all U.S. citizens “his or her natural inheritance, by the introduction of the system of landed property.”

The U.S. economy, indeed much of the world economy, is in stagnation and decay because capitalism is in a crisis. Gar Alperovitz explains: “when you concentrate all the income at the top, people don’t buy. They can’t buy enough.” By creating a basic income and building wealth in communities and among workers, the economy will work for everyone.

There are lots of ways to pay for a basic income…

read more from Popular Resistance

7 September 2015

An Interview With God

Interviewer: What surprises you most about mankind?

God: "That children are in such a rush to grow up, and adults are so nostalgic about their childhoods. That they give up their health making money and then spend so much money trying to restore their health. That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live neither for the present nor the future. That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they had never lived."

— Reata Strickland video with photos and music

8 September 2015


I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.

«Je crois que la vérité a seulement un visage :
celui d’une contradiction violente.»

— George Bataille, born this day in 1897

10 September 2015

9/11 + 14

Are we yet ready to laugh at the hoax that was perpetrated on us, and the regressive gallop with which our nation and its Western allies have pursued dunderheaded, inhuman policies these last fourteen years?

Video by Tom Corbett

11 September 2015

British Labour Party Elects a Socialist

British Labour Party today voted Jeremy Corbyn, an avowed socialist, for its leadership. This means that if Labour attains a majority in the next parliamentary election, Corbyn would be Prime Minister.

Labour suffered a crushing defeat in the elections last May, and ever since has been looking for new leadership. Corbyn’s ascent was made possible by new party rules about how the leader is chosen. Grass roots enthusiasts dominated this election.

Among Corbyn’s policy positions: He favors return to the public sector of many of the services and industries that have been privatized since Margaret Thatcher. He wants Britain to withdraw from the EU. He favors an end to austerity policies, and increase in public investment.

Britain’s economic system is already substantially more socialistic than the US, but less than Germany or France, which in turn do not lean as far left as Scandinavia.

News article in The Guardian.     Video interview introducing Corbyn.

12 September 2015

Fairy tale

A very long time ago, there was a young man named Akutagawa who wanted only to be happy. He was not wealthy, but well-read, so he knew that the way to be happy was to marry a princess. The village where he lived had but one Princess, and she was reputed to be enamored of battle heroes brave and strong. Akutagawa knew nothing of battle, so he resolved to study with Nobunaga, the Samurai who lived over the mountains and across the desert, a thousand li to the North. Traveling on foot, he scaled the craggy peaks with rope and crossed the long desert with 100 pounds of water on his back, and finally arrived at the Samurai’s doorstep. Akutagawa consented to a one-year probation period, during which he was to chop wood and carry water, while the Samurai determined whether he would be a suitable disciple. What else could Akutagawa do, since, like all of us, he wanted no more than to be happy?

At the end of the year, Nobunaga accepted Akutagawa as his disciple, and the very next day Nobunaga was defeated in battle, after which he did the only honorable thing. Akutagawa had no choice but to fall back on his own resources, and as he had watched the Samurai intently for one year, he knew just what to do. For one whole year, he developed his strength by carrying stones up the mountain. Each day he would carry one extra stone, and deposit it higher up the mountain slope. For one whole year, he developed his courage by leaping from the cliff into the river gorge. Each day, he would climb higher onto the cliff and dive deeper into the water. For one whole year, he developed his skill in the art of archery. Each day, he would stand further from the target and draw his bow longer before releasing the arrow. At the end of three years, Akutagawa felt ready, and by desert road and mountan trail he return to his village. As luck would have it the local Warlord had entered into a feud with a neighboring Baron that very day, and was recruiting a volunteer army of only the most valiant knights. Akutagawa was overjoyed.

He enlisted in the Warlord’s army of one hundred knights, though the Baron’s army was four hundred strong. On foot, he strode to the head of his unit to meet the Baron himself on horseback. He engaged the Baron in a contest of lance and sabre, though he had trained himself only in the art of archery. With unflinching valour, he met his inevitable defeat, and when he placed his head at the feet of the Baron to plead for mercy, the Baron agreed to spare his life on condition that he win for him the hand of the Princess in marriage; for it was for the sake of her love that this clash of five hundred knights was being waged. Akutagawa took on himself the mission of pleading the Baron’s suit before the Princess. Returning to the Warlord’s castle, he loosed an arrow from his mighty bow and reached the high window behind which was the chamber of the Princess. When the Princess appeared at the window, he braved the castle moat and deftly scaled the high wall to address her. Would she agree to be the Baron’s bride, and avert the humiliation and massacre of her father’s hundred knights? The Princess replied that she had always loved the Baron, though her father had frowned upon the match. Akutagawa bade her fetch a rope and hold fast to his back, while he descended the castle wall, returned behind enemy lines, and delivered the Princess to her suitor, fulfilling his mission.

Akutagawa returned home at last, defeated, exhausted, empty of hope, but abundantly happy.

— Josh Mitteldorf

13 September 2015

New beginning

There is no need for you to be the person you were yesterday.
    You may choose who you want to be, beginning … now.
There is no need for the future to be like the past.
    Decide if there is anything you hold so precious
    as to prefer it to exploration of the infinite.
You may choose, first, from whom you wish to learn,
    whose essence you wish to imbibe,
    with what vast potentials you wish to meld your own dear self.

— Reb Menachim Bosch

14 September 2015

Everyone is a world

En värld är varje människa, befolkad
av blinda varelser i dunkelt uppror
mot jaget konungen som härskar över dem.
I varje själ är tusen själar fångna,
i varje värld är tusen världar dolda
och dessa blinda, dessa undre världar
är verkliga och levande, fast ofullgångna,
så sant som jag är verklig. Och vi konungar
och furstar av de tusen möjliga inom oss
är själva undersåtar, fångna själva
i någon större varelse, vars jag och väsen
vi lika litet fattar som vår överman
sin överman. Av deras död och kärlek
har våra egna känslor fått en färgton.

Som när en väldig ångare passerar
långt ute, under horisonten, där den ligger
så aftonblank. - Och vi vet inte om den
förrän en svallvåg når till oss på stranden,
först en, så ännu en och många flera
som slår och brusar till dess allt har blivit
som förut. - Allt är ändå annorlunda.

Så grips vi skuggor av en sällsam oro
när något säger oss att folk har färdats,
att några av de möjliga befriats.

Everyone is a world, peopled
by blind beings in dark commotion
against the self the king who rules them.
In every soul thousands of souls are trapped,
in every world thousands of worlds are hidden
and these blind, these underworlds
are real and living, though incomplete,
as true as I am real. And we kings
and princes of the thousand possibilities in us
are ourselves servants, trapped
in some greater creature, whose self and being
we grasp as little as our own superior
his superior. Our own feelings have taken
the color of their love and death.

As when a mighty steamship passes
far out, under the horizon, lying
in the evening glitter—And we don’t know of it
until the swell reaches us on the shore,
first one, then another, and then many
which strike and boom until all has become
as before.—Yet everything is different.

So we shadows are troubled by a strange unease
When we suspect that others have gone ahead,
That some possibilities have been loosed.

— Gunnar Ekelöf, born this day in 1907
      tr L. Nathan & J. Larson.

15 September 2015

Learning machines

It’s been almost 20 years since IBM’s Deep Blue supercomputer beat the reigning world chess champion, Gary Kasparov, for the first time under standard tournament rules. Since then, chess-playing computers have become significantly stronger, leaving the best humans little chance even against a modern chess engine running on a smartphone.

But while computers have become faster, the way chess engines work has not changed. Their power relies on brute force, the process of searching through all possible future moves to find the best next one.

Of course, no human can match that or come anywhere close. While Deep Blue was searching some 200 million positions per second, Kasparov was probably searching no more than five a second. And yet he played at essentially the same level. Clearly, humans have a trick up their sleeve that computers have yet to master.

Read more from MIT Tech Review

Chess is a playground in which we are learning how to build learning machines. When machines can learn from experience in the real world, it will be a new day, because they learn so much faster than we do. – JJM

16 September 2015


Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings—
beating color up into it
at a far edge,—beating it, beating it
with rising, triumphant ardor,—
stirring it into warmth,
quickening in it a spreading change,—
bursting wildly against it as
dividing the horizon, a heavy sun
lifts himself—is lifted—
bit by bit above the edge
of things,--runs free at last
out into the open—!lumbering
glorified in full release upward—
songs cease.

— William Carlos Williams, born this day in 1883

17 September 2015

Off the mat and into the world

How do we align the outer world and the inner world in all aspects of our lives? The practice of yoga prepares, then propels us out into the world, then infuses everything that we do…

Marianne Williamson

18 September 2015

Strange bedfellows

This is a story about viruses that became domesticated by parasitic wasps, which use them as biological weapons for corrupting the bodies of caterpillars, which in turn can steal the viral genes and incorporate them into their own genomes, where they protect the caterpillars from yet more viruses. Evolution, you have outdone yourself with this one.

Atlantic article by Ed Young

Aside from being an intricate tale of spy-vs-spy in its own right, this story stands as an example of the way evolution is far more complicated than the picture of "blind mutations and selection for those that reproduce fastest" which is the standard paradigm. “Mutations” must be expanded to include many kinds of DNA transfer not from the individual’s parents. And “selection” must include robust alliances and communities, commensals, and entire ecosystems that become co-evolved for robust survival.

19 September 2015

Here I find myself, surrounded by familiarity, seeking bewilderment.

— Josh Mitteldorf

20 September 2015

The Leap Manifesto

We could live in a country powered entirely by renewable energy, woven together by accessible public transit, in which the opportunities of this transition are designed to eliminate racial and gender inequality. Caring for one another and caring for the planet could be the economy’s fastest growing sectors. Many more people could have higher-wage jobs with fewer work hours, leaving us ample time to enjoy our loved ones and flourish in our communities.

read an article by Naomi Klein and friends

Today is International Peace Day.

21 September 2015

Ode to Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimmed their clammy cell.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

— John Keats

22 September 2015

Day of At-one-ment

.שמע אלהים, העולם ברוךינו, העולם אחד
.שמע אלהים, העולם ברוךינו, העולם ועד
.שמע אלהים, הועד ברוךינו, הועד אחד

Hear, O Gods, the World of our Blessings, the World is One.
Hear, O Gods, the World of our Blessings, the World is Infinite.
Hear, O Gods, the Infinity of our Blessings, the Infinite is One

— Reb Menachim Bosch

23 September 2015

A physicist pursues psychic research

Russell Targ was a PhD physicist with a specialty in quantum optics, a pioneer in developing lasers at a time when lasers cost thousands of dollars and were delicate lab instruments that required fine-tuning to work at all. Then he discovered something more interesting, and switched careers.

For 20 years, Targ organized a program at Stanford Research Institute, validating the uncanny success of remote viewing. Practitioners would quiet their minds, focus on a remote location (sometimes halfway around the world), and draw a picture of what they saw there. Some people had innate powers to do this with accuracy. Eventually, Targ developed a training program with which he says most anybody can learn to see what is not in front of them—sometimes.

All this was funded generously by the CIA.

Watch Russell Targ at SAND

24 September 2015

Extreme altruism? or Extreme left-brain logic?

Excerpted from a forthcoming book by Larissa MacFarquhar, this article in The Guardian caricatures the life and thinking of a person who adopts conventional morality but an extreme adherence to logic

That night they lay in bed and talked about money. Jeff told Julia that, inspired by her example, he was thinking of giving some percentage of his salary to charity. And Julia realised that, if Jeff was going to start giving away his earnings, then, by asking him to buy her the apple, she had spent money that might have been given. With her selfish, ridiculous desire for a candy apple, she might have deprived a family of an anti-malarial bed net or deworming medicine that might have saved the life of one of its children. The more she thought about this, the more horrific and unbearable it seemed to her, and she started to cry.

I found the subject worthy of thought and attention. I found myself thinking of reasons to dismiss Julia’s logic, and reasons to believe that my own life choices were better than Julia’s. I realized both the absurdity of this lione of reasoning, and the absurdity of chastising myself for indulging in it. I was led deeper into the absurdity of moral computation.

What stayed with me was how little, after all, we know about the ultimate consequences of our actions.

25 September 2015

Such is Life

The two greatest supra-physical pleasures of life are antithetical in operation. One is to have something to do, and know that you are doing it deftly and honestly. The other is to have nothing to do, and to know that you are carrying out your blank programme like a good and faithful menial.

— Joseph Furphy, born this day in 1885

26 September 2015

The Easiest One to Fool

The great and ancient creeds all have their laws—
We drink them deeply in when we are young.
One day, we recognize that we’ve been stung—
And wrest ourselves from long-familiar claws.

As youth out in a world without a map,
We start again and make up our own rules.
We b’lieve in them! How can we be such fools?
It’s our complicity that baits the trap.

It’s “right” and “wrong” that cause us so much pain.
We make them up, we know, but still they seem
So mighty and so real that we refrain
From laughing at the dragons that we dream.

It’s true—no one can tell us how to be.
But without structures none of us is free.

— Josh Mitteldorf

27 September 2015

What is Art?

…that human activity which consists in one person’s consciously conveying to others, by certain external signs, the feelings he or she has experienced, and in others being infected by those feelings and also experiencing them.

— Leo Tolstoy

Who can argue with that?

28 September 2015

Strict logic

Demasiada cordura puede ser la peor de la locura, ver la vida como es y no como debería de ser.

Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

— Miguel de Cervantes, born this day in 1547

29 September 2015

Sweden is adopting a 6-hr work day

Sweden is moving towards a standard 6-hour work day, with businesses across the country having already implemented the change, and a retirement home embarking on a year-long experiment to compare the costs and benefits of a shorter working day.

To cope with the significant cut in working hours, staff are asked to stay off social media and other distractions while at work and meetings are kept to a minimum. “My impression now is that it is easier to focus more intensely on the work that needs to be done and you have the stamina to do it and still have energy left when leaving the office,”

Toyota service centres in Gothenburg, which switched to a six-hour day 13 years ago and report happier staff, a lower turnover rate, and ease in enticing new employees to come on board.

read more at Science Alert

Competition for scarce jobs is an absurdity of modern economics. There is no scarcity of goods and services, just a frightened work force deprived of the opportunity to partake in the economy. The solution is obvious.—JJM

30 September 2015


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