The Meaning of Meaninglessness by Frank Thomas Smith
It was C. G. Jung, I think, who said that the main cause of the
psychological damage to humanity is meaninglessness.
This seems to me to hit the bullseye. People have been trying to
find the meaning of life since they have had the time to think about
it, and they came to the inevitable idea that there is another world
beyond the known physical one, but so similar that it was located in
a different place, a faraway country with a Mount Olympus, for
example. The denizens of that country, despite being gods, were much
like ourselves, with the same virtues (sometimes), the same desires
and shadow-sides, but much more powerful.
Even before that many more primitive cultures considered the sun
to be god – a rather obvious opinion, considering that the sun
is the sustainer of all life, so must be its creator as well. All
kinds of myths were imagined and accepted as true. For example, here
is an American Indian creation myth, slightly retold...
are moments in the present, but also in the past and I hope in the
future, when I have the urge to pull Eliot out from my book case and
read Four Quartets. The moments are usually when I’m
bogged down with a story or a poem and think that a solution simply
isn’t possible. Somehow Quartets – only that, not
other poems by Eliot or any other poet – inspires me, or at
least gives me hope that anything is possible. I
was meditating on these three lines when the phone rang. I was
sitting at my desk with my back to my picture-window overlooking the
Buenos Aires municipal golf course in Palermo Park. I can’t
face the park while working because its beauty distracts me. Anyway
it was foggy, a common occurrence on autumn mornings, though the sun
usually burns the fog away by mid-morning...
To Hunt a Nazi by Roberto Fox - as told to Frank Thomas Smith
My Cat is a Magician / Mi Gato es un Mago by Frank Thomas Smith
when my mother woke me up I saw her looking at the foot of my bed. I followed
her gaze and saw a beautiful white cat observing me with its yellow eyes. The
cat yawned and walked lightly over the bed towards me. I didn't dare touch it
until it reached my hand and rubbed against it with its delicate head. Then I
Daddy came into my room and asked me if I liked Merlin the cat.
Oh yes, very
much, I said.
Daddy said that Merlin
was mine and if I gave him a lot of love and affection he would be happy with
us. I was also very happy and I thanked my parents.
But why is his name Merlin? I asked.
Daddy explained that Merlin had been a magician in King Arthur's court, and as this cat was pure
white, without even a spot, and had such a pretty face and mysterious look, it
reminded him of Merlin the Magician...
Cuando mamá vino a despertarme, una mañana, vi que sonreía y miraba hacia los pies de mi cama. Yo también miré hacia allí y vi a un hermoso gato blanco que me observaba
con sus enormes ojos amarillos. El gato bostezó y avanzó hacia mí sobre la
cama. Yo no me animaba a tocarlo hasta que él se acercó y refregó su delicada cabeza contra mi mano. Entonces lo acaricié.
En ese momento entró papá y me preguntó si me gustaba Merlín, el gato.
dijo que Merlín era mío y que si lo trataba con cariño, iba a ser feliz en nuestra
casa. Yo también estaba muy feliz y les agradecí a mis padres.
–Pero ¿por qué se llama Merlín? –pregunté.
explicó que Merlín había sido un mago de la corte del Rey Arturo. Y como este
gato era blanco, sin ninguna mancha, y tenía una bella cara y una mirada
misteriosa, le había hecho pensar en Merlín, el mago.
Saga Begins - I
Have Been to the Darkest Corners of Government, and What They
Fear Is Light by Glenn
On December 1, 2012, I received my
first communication from Edward Snowden, although I had no idea
at the time that it was from him. [It was signed "Cincinnatus".]
The email began: “The
security of people’s communications is very important to
me,” and its stated purpose was to urge me to begin using
PGP encryption so that “Cincinnatus” could
communicate things in which, he said, he was certain I would be
interested. Invented in 1991, PGP stands for “pretty good
privacy.” It has been developed into a sophisticated tool
to shield email and other forms of online communications from
surveillance and hacking...
From Bodily Wisdom to the Knowing Self by Stephen L. Talbott
What do scientists really believe?
(You tell me)
In speaking of “conscious human thoughts and purposes (or intentions)” I am invoking commonsense meanings every philosopher and biologist takes for granted, as revealed by any three-minute conversation he or she may have with spouse, child, friend, or colleague. No one denies the primary and immediate reality of thoughts and purposes in his own life, and I will not waste my time tilting against academic theories no one actually believes. We all found our lives upon thoughtful intentions as a basis for directing our activities. “Let’s meet for lunch at 12:30”...
It's the Oil, Stupid - Insurgency
and War on a Sea of Oil by Michael Schwartz
Events in Iraq are headline news
everywhere, and once again, there is no mention of the issue that
underlies much of the violence: control of Iraqi oil. Instead, the
flooded with debate about, horror over, and extensive analysis of
a not-exactly-brand-new terrorist threat, the Islamic State of Iraq
and Syria (ISIS). There are, in addition, elaborate discussions about
the possibility of a civil war that threatens
both a new round of ethnic cleansing and the collapse of the
embattled government of Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki.Underway are, in fact, “a series
of urban revolts against the government,” as Middle Eastern
expert Juan Cole has
called them. They are currently restricted to Sunni areas of the
country and have a distinctly sectarian character, which is why
groups like ISIS can thrive and even take a leadership role in
Two Men Who did the Right Thing - Pee Wee Reese and Jackie Robinson by Ira Berkaw
It was simple on its face, but
as deeply layered as the gesture it memorialized. Yesterday [November 1, 2005], a statue was
unveiled in front of a Brooklyn ball field, KeySpan Park, where the Mets' Class
A Cyclones play. The statue was not of a general on a horse, or a poet in deep
thought (with a pigeon on his head), but of two long-ago baseball players --
Jackie Robinson and Pee Wee Reese of the Brooklyn Dodgers. On this uncommonly warm,
sun-filled fall morning, a crowd of a few hundred had gathered outside the
entrance to the park, in front of the statue, which was under a yellow
covering. A band of five, wearing ''Brooklyn Sym-phony'' sweatshirts, a
nostalgic touch for the Dodger Sym-Phony, a group that once played in long-gone
Ebbets Field, struck up several songs, including their classic Three Blind
Mice, which paid homage to umpires...Continue
Lessons for the First Class of the School for Spiritual Science at
the Goetheanum - Volume Two, Lessons Nineteen - and: Lesson One - (Recapitulation) by Rudolf Steiner
Volume II, Lesson Nineteen: My dear sisters and brothers, we have let mantric verses pass into
our souls which, through their force, contain the path into spirit-land, first
passing the Guardian of the Threshold into what is at first a dark, gloomy,
night-engulfed spiritual world, where light is felt, which then becomes light
for our spiritual perception. We have seen in this spiritual world how the
human being participates – usually unconsciously, though he can be conscious of
it – in the dialogs of the higher hierarchies – as though the Cosmic Word
itself were acting together with the higher hierarchies. And finally we have
been able to move on to the cosmic realm where the choruses of the different
hierarchies resound together. Let us now bring that to mind once more – how we
had already continued from hearing what the beings of the second hierarchy were
saying to where the beings of the first hierarchy speak. And now we are able to
hear them speaking in harmony as a chorus...
Volume Three, Lesson One (Recapitulation)
As it turns out, many more friends have come to this
Class Lesson – and probably will to the next lessons as well – who had not
attended the previous ones. So it would be impossible to simply continue in the
same way as we have with the previous lessons. But it is also true that a
repetition of these Class Lessons will not be a disadvantage for those members
of this esoteric school who participated in the earlier lessons, because the
content of this esoteric school is such that it works again and again on the
soul. Therefore, for those who today are experiencing a repetition, it also
constitutes a continuation. But for all those who are here for the first time it
means something else: it means an acquaintance with the beginning of the
Karmic Relations, Volume II, Lecture Fifteen by Rudolf Steiner
Our study of
karma can lead us only slowly and by degrees to an understanding
of this fundamental and complicated law. Today I should like,
first of all, to repeat that in the elaboration of karma during
the life stretching between death and a new birth there is
co-operation primarily between those human beings who are living
this life between death and a new birth. We work together with
those with whom we are specially connected by karma. In the
elaboration of karma during this life between death and a new
birth, groups of human beings united by their karma work together
and it can truly be said that in this purely spiritual life there
are clear differentiations between the groups. This does not
preclude the fact that we also form part of the whole of humanity
in the life between death and a new birth, and still more do we
form part of the life of those who are incarnate on the earth...
The Last Letter by Romano Giudicissi
He who has
ears let him hear:
For Alma*, so loved
As no one
has ever loved her,
So loved as
love her again.
[“Alma” in Spanish means “Soul” - and is also a woman's name.]
Alma after all
that has been
after all we have already
not even I know
why I am
writing to you,
but I cannot
omit doing so,
and I am
sending you this
as the last of my letters...
The Daughter of the Sun by Frank Thomas Smith
The Daughter of the Sun
Taught us all we know,
First she forged the licking fire,
The greatest gift of all,
And showed us how to forge it evermore...
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