sislater that same evening...
have recovered from CH wedding....detoxed from total bridget jones episode... he he :) now i head up and finish my avodah- am in total procrastination mode- i want to go out and do something insanely fun (that would be other than pina colada slurpees at 711) - hmmm....alas i come up with zero ideas and summon even less energy....so its nighty night to you all- from the original Bridget :) (that's for you Shawna with an air blown kiss :) btw thanks for calling, last night's dawn conversation was super nice :) it all cool....namastaei people...namastaei :)
posted by HindiK at 5:58 AM
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Hin, you're quite the popular one! I leave for a couple of days and what do I learn? That you're blog is managing beautifully without me... But you can't get rid of me that easily... I'm here, even if I drop out randomly.
If it's any comfort, weddings and I just don't go. I'm contemplating a future as an old maid just to avoid my own wedding. But I love your 'Bridget' moment - I still have that opening chapter on my laptop, if you ever care to expand... So much to do and so few hours in the day - 'tis hard being a sworn procrasinator. So I'll love you and leave you for now, my friend. You have my number now, I'm waiting to hear from you. Atoodaloo!
On the evolution discussion: it occurs to me that it makes just as much sense to interpret history from the perspective of involution as it does from evolution. Involution is the perspective that once upon a time, there was a golden age, at least a silver age, a time of gilue elokus bmuchash, and with the passage of time there is yeridas hadorot, a steady decline. As it turns out, the foundations of the science involved in constructing the evolution picture are really very incomplete, and an historical arrangement of elements, which include a British lack of imagination, the industrial factory of the 19th century, and a bioligizing of Malthus and his material visions, science really is little more than method, which provisionally renders huge messes organized, instruments in hand, tools at the service of yet other forces, but few continue to go down to the cellar to visit the foundations of science. Let us take our own selves for a moment: though we might really be entitled to say that our development is progress and evolution, can we not also say that somehow implicated in our story is a tale of primeval loss, of drifting ever more subtly and insidiously from our origins, the flames of the temple still burning in our eyes. It would appear that we have found ourselves with contraries; two opposite poles, and perhaps the truth lies in the mysterious core that unifies them... y.
i don't know which one you are, although the "primeval loss" makes me think your a ghost of someone i once knew...there's too much to be said...i am tied, its impossible for me to respond...
Here's this. Let me know what you think.
what i think as a science student or as artist? i think for all those years you would know my answer...they are one of the same. we are all trying to find the single light in a million different ways, all living in different colours of the One rainbow...yes- our eyes are always effected by our experiences, the things we've done will always haunt our days ...involution...we change ourselves, we take what we once were, what we are, and run with it...we face down our worse nightmares, our most horrific attributes, our most tragic moments, the lowest deathly points of our existence and buckle them under our belts, and change ourselves. once we do that, we've changed the world...do it. there's is nothing quite as frightening as our worst mirrored selves, so much easier to live a life of transference or denial- but real life- real living- in my opinion is in the bravery of that single battle....
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