Archive | May 2012

In The Woods

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” ~George Byron

 

“Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.” ~John Lubbock

 

“In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.” ~John Fowles

 

“You are welcome to your intellectual pastimes and books and art and newspapers; welcome, too, to your bars and your whisky that only makes me ill. Here am I in the forest, quite content.” ~Knut Hamsun

 

“I sat staring, staring, staring – half lost, learning a new language or rather the same language in a different dialect. So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born.” ~Emily Carr

 

“But I’ll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.” ~Alan Watts

 

“Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.” ~George Washington Carver

 

“If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.” ~Henry David Thoreau

 

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” ~Henry David Thoreau

 

“You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters.” ~Saint Bernard

 

“As any old Taoist walking out of the woods can tell you, simple-minded does not necessarily mean stupid.” ~Benjamin Hoff

 

“I’m always astonished by a forest. It makes me realise that the fantasy of nature is much larger than my own fantasy. I still have things to learn.” ~Gunter Grass

 

 

Off The Walls

“A wall is a very big weapon. It’s one of the nastiest things you can hit someone with.” ~Banksy, Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall

While surviving indoors trapped by ‘little boxes‘, we missed the little things otherwise unseen, or that we can become blinded to because our blinders are the blur of the outside as we speed past on our way to another little box. These past few months, though, while outdoors, perambulating by the power of our own legs and feet, Stephen and I have seen more beauty than inside any museum. This so-called graffiti located around the city and outskirts, tucked away in little areas that can only be reached by foot or bicycle (certainly not by any car), are more like modern heiroglyphs than the connotations conjured by the name graffiti. Graffiti implies vandalism which implies crime, but it could be that whomever painted these pieces had something more to say than a criminal act. The following photographs are just a few of the interesting, and in some cases (such as the pixel figures) mysterious, pieces we have noticed on our walkabout.

“People say graffiti is ugly, irresponsible and childish… but that’s only if it’s done properly.” ~Banksy

 

“Graffiti is an impulse to get recognized.” ~Mint&Serf

 

“Art is an evolutionary act. The shape of art and its role in society is constantly changing. At no point is art static. There are no rules.” ~Raymond Salvatore Harmond, BOMB: A Manifesto of Art Terrorism

 

“Think outside the box, collapse the box, and take a fucking sharp knife to it.” ~Banksy

 

“Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy.” ~Michael Ondaatje, In The Skin of a Lion

“the people who run our cities dont understand graffiti because they think nothing has the right to exist unless it makes a profit…
the people who truly deface our neighborhoods are the companies that scrawl giant slogans across buildings and buses trying to make us feel inadequate unless we buy their stuff….
any advertisement in public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours, it belongs to you ,, its yours to take, rearrange and re use.Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head..” ~Banksy

“Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing. And even if you don’t come up with a picture to cure world poverty you can make someone smile while they’re having a piss.” ~Banksy, Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall

“I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don’t want to be here. Paint sails and the things that kick in my head scream from can to brick. See this, see this. See me emptied onto a wall.” ~Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“Graffiti ultimately wins out over proper art because it becomes part of your city, it’ s a tool; “I’ll meet you in that pub, you know, the one opposite that wall with a picture of a monkey holding a chainsaw”. I mean, how much more useful can a painting be than that?” ~Banksy, Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall

“Imagine a city where graffiti wasn’t illegal, a city where everybody draws whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall – it’s wet. ” ~Banksy, Wall and Piece

Flowers We Have Seen

All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind. ~Abraham Lincoln

By means of microscopic observation and astronomical projection the lotus flower can become the foundation for an entire theory of the universe and an agent whereby we may perceive Truth. ~Yukio Mishima

And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see – or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read. ~Alice Walker

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive. ~David Herbert Lawrence

All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star. ~Francis Thompson

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. ~Gerard De Nerval

Everybody has a right to like or dislike anything or anyone. From a flower to a flavor to a book or a composition but it is very sad that in our country we actually fight over such things in an unseemly manner. ~Ravi Shankar

Earth is a flower and it’s pollinating. ~Neil Young

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all. ~John Greenleaf Whittier

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue? ~James Montgomery

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. ~John Muir

Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. ~John Muir

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. ~John Muir

A Few Favorite Videos

Some of our favorite videos from YouTube:

Richard Feynman — The Pleasure of Finding Things Out

 

How to have a home with no house payments and no utility bills!

 

Alan Watts on Conforming  to Society

 

Up Is Down by Millie Goldsholl

 

Nature By Numbers

 

Easy Rider — On Freedom

 

Kurt Godel: The World’s Most Incredible Mind (Part 1 of 3)

 

 

 

Who and Where Are You?

For years now, we have wanted to pool our time, abilities, and resources with others who are also seeking a higher level of consciousness, and who want to live a life of exploration and learning, but we have not yet found such people. We are beginning to wonder if such people exist, so we put the question Out There (cyberspace) to see what we could see and if there are others who are willing to see and hear. We are always looking for others who are also looking for an existence based on vitality, health, and well-being. We are not so arrogant as to believe that we are the only ones, who else wants such a life? A life devoid of dogma, ideology, dramatization, cognitive annihilation, physiological destruction, etc. We want to meet people that want to grow their own food and build their own homes, who will to severance from the social, bureaucratic treadmill and media-driven shadows on the cave wall. People who want to remain unfulfilled so that they can notice what is new, who are open to imagination, innovation, and creativity; people who love the sound of running water, the wind, and the rain. People who value imagination, new and daring ideas, brave innovations, and wacky creativity; who value anything outside the norm, who are way outside the standard deviation. People who are curious and accept nothing at face value . . . what’s more, people who are not afraid to Be or worry at Being. People who know, understand, and do not want to engage in the false dichotomies, social constructions, and who know what those are and what they mean. People who are not delighted by mass movements, social causes, or political attributions and people who cannot be bought and sold at the marketplace. People without idols or outposts in their heads, who are untainted by the blue light special of the televised media, and without wide-eyed, slack-jawed, pineal maladjustments transacted across the commercial screens. People that know such abstractions as ownership and control are but illusions of the mind. People who want, nay! crave to think, to use their minds and consciousness and experience higher and higher levels of consciousness. People who do not believe or disbelieve, people without jealousy, greed, avarice, malice, willful ignorance, and denial; dammit, people who don’t wear masks. Honestly, you must be out there somewhere!

The Society of Man and Woman

There is much, despite our misanthropic dispositions, that we consider precious, that we hold dear, and do not easily give (and never surrender): consciousness, kindness, trust, ideas, thoughts, true emotion (insomuch as not the terrible primal flaunting about emotions manipulated by all members of society; namely, anger, sadness, and happiness, but those complex emotions, awe, humility, fascination, interest, contentment, comfort, distress [not stress, we consider the two different], sharing, loss [as in true loss, not the one-dimensional social convention invented by insurance companies and called “Loss” when someone or something dies], joy, relief, help, care, protection, and love (the greatest of them all). Some may say that these are simply ideals, and to that we respond, “Of course they are!” What else would they be? Ideal does not necessarily imply naiveté, nor does it imply ignorance, or inexperience, quite the contrary. Ideals can be the foundation of humanity. Someone who does not recognize that scoff at ideals because they do not comprehend it. In society, idealism is the work of the ‘stupid youth’ who have not yet learnt to be jaded. We disagree. Wasn’t it ideas that built anything and all things Man now loves to wraps himself in like some sort of magic force field of dignity? Man’s “precious” society was built upon ideals! (Oh, do not mistake us, we do not agree with Man’s pompous parade of supposed superiority, not in the least. Nor do we wish to offer one of the most precious gifts we can bestow upon his minions and demons, that of help, because we know it will be squandered. No, it is ideas that shrugged such qualities from our shoulders. We are not burdened with the rescue of Man, no one is. This is a deception instigated by Man’s greatest betrayal, Society (Yes, betrayal. Man betrays his own efficacy by believing in such obvious traps. But it was also Man who established its “existence.” Perhaps his intentions were good, but that is irrelevant).

Man does love his games, doesn’t he? Then blames Woman for what she has become? And woman, ah, but she does love her pursuit of Man’s game, this desire to be included, as if this would somehow grant her the equality she so desperately believes she deserves. What comedy is this? Woman has been conditioned for eons that she is the “weaker sex,” only comparable to Man, only whole when married to Man, only worthy when coupled to Man, and only then allowed to exist in Man’s world, as if it were a club to which only men belong. Woman has been lied to. Man has been conditioned for eons that his penis is the source of his birthright to domination, superiority, intelligence and brilliance; to siredom, to ejaculation, to sex, to orgasm, to motivation, to aspiration and ambition, to adventure, and to freedom. These (supposedly) are qualities not found in Woman (her mind, because of her ovaries and that she bleeds, is too hysterical) and qualities women can never possess or even deserve to possess. How could she? She is castrated. Her penis is too small! Moreover, Man, in all his superior intelligence, swallowed this, just as easily as Woman. Woman, her strengths not found in the muscle (for her body lacks the sufficient amount of testosterone), succumbed to Man’s blows (and so his will). She submitted, because she could not match his brute strength. So, women have been conditioned to believe that the only way she can redeem herself is to pursue Man’s game, his logic, his intelligence, his abilities. But she is confused, because she demands this equality, this inclusion in the game, then she changes the rules. She demands that she be treated as a woman in a man’s world all the while convincing herself that she is as good as Man and so deserves her rightful place in his club, but she cannot, by nature, perform any of his duties. She wants to be the same as Man, and blames Man that she falls short because he set the bar too high. She hates being the subject of Man’s ridicule, this humiliation causes her to hate Man; and to enact her revenge, she protests so that Man must change his rules, she castrates her sons to belittle his father,  she destroys her true nature in her pursuit to enter puberty so that her penis can finally grow. This is how we see the feminist, the secret feminist (those women who talk much about their hatred of men), and the feminist movement; feminism itself. Woman fails to realize that she stands on her own as Woman, and she doesn’t need Man’s permission to be alive as Woman. She doesn’t realize that equality is not granted, permitted, written into law, protested, allowed, or bestowed as privilege. Equality (lest you think we may contradict, equality does not mean sameness) is inherent in Humanity. Why fight for what you already have? Why attempt to deny what is already there? Man and Woman are both lost, because they wear the roles of Man and Woman, they are conditioned animals in a zoo. They have no concept of Man and Woman as beings, only as roles. The social roles are not even human! No social being knows this. Therefore, between Man and Woman there can never be relationship (for relationship involves the complex emotions and ideals spoken of in preceding paragraphs). Social Man and Social Woman both fail at relationship, and when there is Social Man but Human Woman or Human Man and Social Woman, this too will fail. It is inevitable. These two roles were bred to be incompatible; they were bred for conflict and separation. This is why marriage ends in divorce. Only Human Man and Human Woman can exist together without war, absent of conditioning. Social Woman will always feel humiliated, ridiculed, and inferior to Man, and Social Man will always try to dominate, control, and manipulate Woman (because he cannot comprehend her, he can only manipulate her to avoid her apparent display of emotion. Woman can only attempt to cloak herself in his “superior intelligence” to avoid his wrath). Human Woman with Social Man will frustrate him because she cannot be manipulated, cajoled, or dominated. She can only be talked to and conversed with, never talked at or yelled at. This does nothing but anger her because she sees him as the stupid social role he is. This terrifies him because he cannot be what he believes it means to be a man. So, she emasculates him, and this only infuriates him more. Social Woman cannot manipulate Human Man because he is hip to her wiles, which are obvious and not well thought. It is easy for him to strip her of her defenses (that which she has been conditioned to believe are ways for her to attract and ensnare a mate, but upon which she attaches her entire identity and sense of self) because her trained ways are so obviously conditional and not the results of efforts of thinking, deliberation, and choice. Social Woman does not become angry with Human Man, she abandons him because she has no idea how to be a Woman, and she thinks Human Man has no idea how to treat a woman. Illusions all. Deluded both, Social Man and Social Woman. Neither Social Man nor Social Woman will let go of their false selves in order to relate, they fear that more than anything, even death. Vulnerability is an excellent safety valve in conditioning. Plant fear of insecurity or vulnerability in the brain and the social identity will do anything else but expose itself to either. It is everywhere in society. Take nakedness. To unclothe the body is called “Indecent Exposure.” To surround the body with the outside rather than a roof and walls is called, connotatively, “Exposed to the elements.” Humiliation, embarrassment, and ridicule (all socially conditioned to be dreadful and horrible to endure, as social being would rather commit suicide or  at the least attempt it than endure them) are all known as “being exposed.” To be seen in a private moment is called “Exposed.” Do you see how woven into the fabric of social reality Exposed is? Exposed has all sorts of “bad” connotations associated with it. This is how a social construct can be built and maintained, how it can evolve; and it is archaic, buried with layers and time. Atomized. Social Man and Social Woman are no match for Human Man and Human Woman. So, they hate them, or fear them, or ostracize them, or use them, or abuse them, because their presence, their existence, be the Ultimate Exposer. Human Man and Human Woman expose Social Man and Social Woman (and their society) as the inept and frightened beasts that they are. They render them naked, and Social Man and Social Woman cannot bear the self-induced humiliation. Self-induced? Human Man and Human Woman are not the perpetrators, Social Man and Social Woman are. They are both perpetrator and victim, their humiliation is not true because their society is not real, but a delusion. They are only conditioned. They are not thoughtful human beings, they are conditioned personas. They have nothing to fear, they only believe they do. They have not been harmed by Human Man and Human Woman, only by their belief. They are in a double mental bind, because it is belief that brings them their harm and continues the cycle (a false one, but they must run on a cycle else they would cease to exist, for all existence cycles, it is the way of the universe, it seems). However, if Human Man does not want Human Woman, or Human Woman does not want Human Man, either can live, exist, and survive independent of the other. For their relationship is not based on need or necessity, but on want and choice (and not desire). For Human Man obviously does not need Human Woman (or even Social Woman, or Woman at all), and Human Woman does not need Man.  Social Man and Social Woman have necessary mergers and then need the presence of the other in order to carry out their conditioned role in society efficiently (and these roles can be multi-layered; for instance, Social Man/Woman, Husband/Wife, Father/Mother, Son/Daughter, Girlfriend/Boyfriend, etc.). Social Man needs woman to be a Man, for he is trained to behave that Man dominates and controls, else he is not a Man (and thus makes him detestable, like a woman: a faggot, a sissy, less than a man). Social Woman needs Man to ensnare and serve her needs as she has been conditioned to behave as a woman. Human Man and Human Woman choose a mate, Social Man and Social Woman are attracted to each other, as if their coming together were some kind of accidental chemistry and beyond their control, then this attraction is sanctified in the social institution marriage, the union where magically “the state” and “their god” grant them a partnership and so happiness. This is an obvious fabrication. Human Man and Human Woman in their lack of need of one another and in celebration of their mutual choice, the union is inherent, symbolized, if you will, by their relation to one another. No, social institution, no amplified symbol need apply, no dramatization required.

The Glitch

a sudden instance of malfunctioning or irregularity in an electronic system. ~The Free Dictionary

The brain is not unlike an electronic system, yes? What happens when the brain is operating at optimal functioning, and then suddenly. . . glitches? Think of the mind, rather than a brain, and think of consciousness, rather than mind. Now, imagine a glitch within this ELECTRON-ic system. What happens? What occurs? What goes on ‘inside’ that consciousness as it is affected by some ‘outside’ source? [NOTE: use of the terms ‘inside’ and ‘outside’ are, we are aware,  deliberately arbitrary, but necessary for proper illustration.]

 1962, Amer.Eng., possibly from Yiddish glitsh “a slip,” from glitshn “to slip,” from Ger. glitschen, and related gleiten “to glide” ~Etymology Online

3.58. What is this seemingly innocuous grouping of three digits (Funny that one cannot describe these digits without using digits in the description—what kind of language trap is this?! How can one speak of three without using 3? How to overcome this apparent handicap)? As it appears here, it can mean much of the clock, as in denoting “Time” (but more like appointment; a much better description of so-called Time, is it not? Society breaks up the day into categories applicable not to the day or night—or motions of the sun, really—but only according to some schedule. So, doesn’t that make any group of digits on the clock a matter of appointment rather than some sense of Time or earthly revolutions? The earth does not repeat, why does the clock? Yes, the clock says

it ticks off 24-hours. How does it do that with but 12 numbers times 2. What is this logical game? How is it played? Are we taught times tables so we believe in the clock and appointments? So, we listen to the schedule and forget the motions of sun, earth, galaxy, universe, the beyond? So that we know nothing of synchronicity? So that coincidence becomes magical rather than actual? Alternatively, perhaps a deeper deception. So, that we are ignorant of motion and slave to manipulation, tactic, strategy, and machination. Blindly faithful in a process called O’clock and spawn of Father Time, rather than evolutions of form. Machinations and processes are for the other-minded, the pre-occupied mind bent to the grind and drudgery, the Working Man and the Career Woman. Elements of psychosis both.  A world in which we have never been at home. The world of the whore to consumption and the killer of consciousness). That is how we see “Time”, but that, fortunately, is not our intended meaning of 3.58.

How dependent we are upon symbols! Were I to write 3, 5, 8 as 3:58, then immediately of the clock arises in your mind. If I were to pen 3, 5, 8 as 3.58, perhaps some measurement of scale or weight comes to your mind. And if I were to add the most familiar symbol [in America,] $, before 3, immediately those salient images of money, buy, ‘For Sale’, all arise. That the numbers themselves are symbols is another matter, yes? 3.58 does happen to be monetary, but now maybe you think a small value, spare change even. However, it is far, far more valuable as to be considered priceless, at least to Stephen and myself. We finally obtained debit cards (after many, many years of loathing we care not to explain now) and began using them while out and about rather than carry large amounts of cash. I [Nicole] forgot about a 5AM point of sale transaction as the balance drew nearer to zero, so realized some days later that the $3.58 debited at Dunkin’ Donuts was declined (another Time would be needed to fully explain how this occurred in today’s digital age, but I digress). Panicked, we realized that we must put this straight with Dunkin’ Donuts. We walked 4 miles to the DD as quickly as possible. After explaining what occurred to the manager onsite (he and the other employees at first seemed frightened we had come after some complaint or trouble, but their fears were soon put to rest). He disappeared into a side room, returning moments

later with request that we take a seat, and we waited.  After speaking with the supervising manager (the person that checks the accounts), we were told that the store is insured and with a charge so small, we needn’t repay. This was unacceptable to us! We insisted for many minutes that we pay the $3.58. This left much of an impression upon the owner, as he tried to talk us out of it many times before relenting. We settled, he shook our hands, and insisted that we accept an offer of a complimentary donut or muffin. We thanked him and left.  We left relieved, our minds at rest.

What does this mean? When a computer is to carry out instructions, it travels from one and zero and to another zero and one, and vice versa. Well, the glitch is more like the computer incapable of moving to the next zero and one because the previous zero and one is absent, or corrupted, or jammed up in some way. The corrupted or missing information must first be returned, repaired, or found before anything else can be done. This is why we will walk however many miles to correct a discrepancy. In the case of $3.58, it is not about money, you see, or the apparent pecuniary value. It is also not out of fear of trouble or hassle, law, authority, or some other such abstraction, it has nothing to do with fear at all.

Think of this: order out of disorder, fractalisation, lateralus, nonlinearity, nonduality in a dualistic system, unlogic (not logic although appears very similar), not ethical, but appears highly ethical, not about morals although appears to be highly moralistic, more about a sense of truth, but not in the sense of morals, altruism, philanthropy, ethics, standards, logic, or even philosophy

(more because truth is the closest concept able to describe the necessity of avoiding gaping holes in thinking). The utter need to correct a mistake, the need to rectify a miscalculation, the need to redeem one’s sense of consciousness. And this not in the same sense as righting a wrong, for there is no belief in the ultimate right or the absolute wrong, it is not a pursuit of righteousness, or an effect of conscience. Conscience has nothing to do with it; although, there is an utter motivation, an immediacy to rectify the mistake, a compulsion, this is not the same as “The Little Voice inside Your Head” or the Voice of Conscience, the proverbial angel on one side and devil on another. It is more like glitch in a code (no, not a code of ethics, must your mind wander so easily?), as in a computer system (and no, I do not mean to liken our minds to that of a computer; I am merely using this as the best analogy for an otherwise inexplicable intangible).

Perhaps, more examples are necessary. We invite you to step inside our minds just a little farther. Around 1990, Stephen attended a technical school and had perfect attendance, I had perfect attendance throughout high school, and we both received certificates for perfect attendance because we can’t miss anything. When we make an error, it is catastrophic. When Stephen was on parole, he went to over 300 appointments without missing a single one. When there is a misdeed, there is a compulsion to expose it, you see. I once spilled coffee onto a comic I borrowed from the library  I was about to return, I immediately told the librarian upon arriving at the library what I had done and that I was more than willing to pay for the damage no matter what the cost. We admit all this to illustrate that The Glitch is not a matter of guilt. We are very upfront about mistakes we make and adamant about our exactitude.

This is origin as to why we can’t deal with bureaucracies and incompetence, and most people in general. That our minds work like this makes it difficult to deal with people, whether in communication or otherwise. I often construct what I am going to say before I open my mouth and will deliberate for weeks, days, hours, months, years before I speak it to make sure that my meaning cannot be misconstrued in any way. It’s part of the reason why I am often called so quiet. It also makes it difficult for us to lie, because the lie causes a schism in our minds. Every decision has to be analyzed and all information must be analyzed, several times in multiple ways. We have had multiple conversations at length (as many as seven hours at a time) analyzing something before we embark upon it, etc., so much so that our doctors have dubbed it “analysis paralysis.” Although, this can be an applicable description, our minds are not exactly paralyzed always by analysis.  Because our minds work in this manner subjects such as mathematics, physics, finance, etc. are very easy to grasp. We are lost, however, to understanding human behavior. Human behavior trips us up all the time, in every way, and every time, to the point that it becomes almost impossible to talk to anyone for very long periods. We were ibasically isolated for 7 years with but one another’s company prior to starting on this adventure of sorts. Only by established patterns can we have any indication of human behavior and that only in groups. On an individual level, our analysis of human behavior collapses completely and we are left confounded.

When one or the other or both simultaneously have a schism, our minds search for any kind of ground to stand on as self-defense, to keep from splitting apart, or shattering. We will analyze how to cross a street or walk on the sidewalk, anything on which to grip and come to conclusion just to keep from frying our minds. We read everything, even in passing so know all kinds of tidbit

information from whatever environment we find ourselves in, even if it has nothing to do with us specifically. We will read anything that we lay our eyes on, even if it seems inconsequential (Stephen has read the phone book many times and I have a knack of reading any and all kinds of signs, it’s one of the reasons that makes it extremely difficult to drive or enter a store for long). We notice everything, entering a store can cause a schism because our minds ultra-aware of our surroundings. I often play Sudoku to affect heavy amounts of concentration in order to detach from all the stimuli. Too much stimulation can also cause a schism, so can too much noise, even from loud voices, so we avoid crowds. It makes being in the city for long almost impossible without developing a migraine or stomachache.

Lest we give too much of a single dimension, this same manner of our minds make it so the forest is a wonderful place of solace. To wake to the sound of the birds in the morning as the sun rises, to hear the leaves bristling on the breeze, or sound of a single bird singing its heart out to the day or another bird, the twittering of the bats in the evening as they feed, the footsteps of the deer in the brush, and the soft sound of the breeze weave our minds into a beautiful tapestry with the forest, the sky. . . the beyond. Trust, we do not pity ourselves (nor do we consider ourselves lucky or succumb to some arrogance); we live as we do, as freely as we can, in a nondualistic world that both harms and embraces.

Welcome to our schizoaffective disorder and order.