Autopoesis
Autopoesis
The World is more vast... strange... and mysterious... than we could ever comprehend.
What is really going on outside our personal perception as experienced? Even as we reflect, forming the words to say precisely what is... that is to say, "What it is exactly is not a word... is it?" Is it even possible to voice our concern for the mysteriously strange experience of perceiving so vast a space of insurmountable comprehension? In other words, before any story can begin we are wordless to say what came before... The Word and why is that? Before any can story begin, a sense-ability is required to simply be... still, silent and present in preparation. The word for this is sentience; the nature of embodiment, presence and awareness is what happens to beings prepared to sound the depths; uncomplicated by whatever words are endlessly strung along a linear narrative of talk, talk, talk. The story may be perceived in the words but the sentient listener's experience is to be found in the space between each word held in silence, stillness and the present, centered awareness stringing syllables in time with intention. What it is... is rhythm, tone and intent conveying meaning and moving the observer eMotionally toward the resonant Beat of the Big Bang that began the story of this spacetime continuum.
The Human World is not as vast, strange or mysterious as we are lead to believe after all. What is really going on inside our personal, shared experiences is the re-membering of scattered parts of a story reorganized in novel ways; a resemblance of life being a mirror reflecting what it is infathomable to sound. Words are gifts, personally shared... experienced, requiring two or more participants; a seer and the scene, a hearer and the hearafter, a feeling and the healing... you get the idea; a subject and the object of intention. An informed Public and the information amassed to say precisely what it is... is, at best, a group consensus, a social construct labeled, Reality. An unspoken agreement of particular assumptions taken to be self evident truths and as such capable of imparting a commanding certainty to theoretical speculations as long as nobody comes forward to contradict them. Hence, these self appointed leaders of culture, society and civic pride have concocted rules of style, manners and mores designed to be carried by standard bearers termed, Celebrities. These corporate sponsors of fashion would have believe, life as televised is a costume drama of mass consumption, a comedy sketch of misspent aspirations, a political debate of equivocations over whose to blame for the current state of affairs or an historical tragedy of apocalyptic prophecy with a cast of true believers awaiting their personal savior.
It has been suggested that some institutions emerge from arcane conversations to become autonomous, their internal interactions self-creating and self-organising, their boundaries self-defining and, thus, autopoietic, which is to say, acquiring a 'life of their own' and having as their main intention their own self-perpetuation (Robb 1991).
The Corporate World is more selfish, ignorant and intolerant than we could ever apprehend and clearly the poster child for our collective shadow of individually shirked responsibilities. Be wary what one says and deliberate on what one hears.
Listen in silent thought as today's word defines a world intolerant of Nature's sentience.
Winter Solstice
Winter Solstice
Yule time's myth-conception springs from the old Anglo-Saxon "yula" wheel and refers to the common sense approach we terrestrials experience as being at the hub of a Galactic spin on all things geocentric. From one's point-of-view, "I AM" is the center of the universe and why not?
Being is an affirmation; not-being is a negation of the childhood exuberance found by being, innocently unaware of the sheer enormity of all that is not. How can you not be, anyway? For instance, you have occasionally not been present, haven't you? Not really. What you have been is not present. See how the use of language and meaning can entangle us in a labyrinth of amazingly circular convolutions? Don't take my word for it, but by example consider the following...
"I AM a liar." If this is true, then it is not to be believed and if it is a lie, then it is true and contradicts itself. The point being, words are strung along the linear narrative of a sentence until the point is made (.) Whereas certain lines reach a point, others have an amusing way for the object to refer back to the subject and a semantic calamity breaks out into a free-for-all or freefall from common sense. The homeland is not secure and the rules of grammar are of no help figuring out what it means, let alone the implications. Instead, we choose to ignore the 'wheel-ality' of this conundrum and slip into the coping strategy of a more innocent, Anglo-Saxon Yule time and dream of sugar plums dancing in our heads.
Meanwhile, the opposition is currently conspiring in the Southern Hemisphere to celebrate the Summer Solstice. Where is the truth in any of this? Is there one fundamental truth as the Republican Administration of true believers would have US accept or is there a plurality of truths as the Democratic consensus of ideological novelties would wish US to believe? The answer my friend is blowing smoke up our backside, because it is predetermined by whatever meaning one chooses to draw forth in the melee of social constructions designed to uncover the facts of life on a global scale. We reside on a spinning sphere with no sides, where the present, at any given moment, is different from every point-of-view. Go figure?
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