“And this is good old Boston,
The home of the bean and the cod,
Where the Lowells talk to the Cabots
And the Cabots talk only to God.”
John Collins Bossidy, 1910
And this is good old Washington,
The home of capital defense and bold bald evils,
Where the Democrats lecture the Republicans
And the Republicans speak only with Devils.
Hello, dear Eldest Son,
and what are you feeling entitled to today?
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CliffNotes on Christianity.
You mean like Christianity for Dummies?
…
No, no aspersions intended.
I’m wondering…
Maybe some context would help.
Why are you asking about Christianity?
I mean,
other than your totally secular development
and your absence of any sacred fertilization.
…
Yes, well,
we do have that not small problem of evil
despite our omnipotent God.
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Omnipotent. Like polypathic is to omniscient,
polyculturing outcomes are to omnipotence.
Radically and profoundly and resonantly powerful.
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Polyphonic to omnipresent…
I’ll think about that.
So, yes, i guess my own big take-away from Christianity
is the Holy Spirit is also Gaia.
Just two different names
for one shared holonic regenerate nature-spirit
of co-intelligent evolution revolutions.
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No, that’s about it.
Once you catch on to Holy Spirit
as matriarchal Earth Goddess
nurturing regenerative bilateral-temporal flow,
you can just map Christianity
onto sacred ecology,
and vice versa,
and whatever doesn’t seem to fit
probably got added on by some benighted council of patriarchs
anyway.
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What about God the Father?
…
Well, who would be Father to Earth Goddess?
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Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too.
Earth was born of Father Sun,
and then these two mess with each other
and next thing you know
people come along to make up romantic stories
about photosynthesis
is like breathing
if you have leaves
or healthy bicameral lungs
and heart
and mind.
…
Sure, no problem.
you really didn’t call to ask for money?
…
That’s what I thought.
How much this time?
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Feelings,
like hidden facts,
are latent
rather than complementary
when suppressed and repressed by society,
that ecopolitical beast of enculturation’s burden.
Glass ceilings,
like lowest denominator floors,
are hidden
rather than mutually transcendent
when oppression
is justified by sacrosanct tradition.
Trails,
like byzantine networks,
evaporate
rather than lead to resolutions
when pressed upon
those at home on other paths.
Wisdom,
like humor,
remains opaque
when impressed with its own hubris.
hoary beast of history’s exegetical burden.
The problem of PolyNomials,
equivalent or not?
with NotPolyNomials
hides a geometric assumption
that was profoundly challenged by Bucky Fuller.
Polynomial v NotPolynomial
assumes if we could distinguish NP from P sets of information
in advance of processing trials,
then we would know two sets of bipolar information.
Yet this is no more, or less, the case
than to say that something is not
is to contain and delineate more valued information
than to say it is
at least notnot right now.
This equivalence or not
between not polynomial information
and notnot polynomial information
may be better redeveloped,
more cooperatively regenerate,
to see PolyNomials as binary informating bits,
where two notnot negative exformating ambivalents
equal one positive PolyNomial equivalent
dipolar co-arising positive convex
as also dualdark co-gravitating concave bipolar.
For example,
YangLight c-squared
equivalent with YinYin e-squared
primal convex/concave
outside/inside
temporal double-binding relationship,
0-sum fractal prime function,
like DNA and RNA string theorems
of regeneratively double-bound in/ex-formation.
I fear you cast yourself in lights too grand
and powerful.
Is it not enough
to acknowledge this legal investigation
of whether you have intended to use your limited powers
for obstructing justice,
fairness,
equity?
You go too far
casting yourself as a witch
hunted for misuse of powers
intended for promoting justice,
fairness,
ecological equity.
Donald Trump,
you are merely President
by minority vote;
you are no hunted witch.
Except, of course,
within your own alternatively factual universe.
Honey,
sometimes I feel my grateful care-giving
for our mutual care-receiving
grows increasingly under-valued by you
and so,
perhaps for that reason,
also under-valued by me.
Are you suggesting,
my generous lover,
that positive gratitude,
like negative attitude,
is contagious?
Yes, that.
But also I worry
you believe your ultimate gratitude
for my generosity
is to apathetically receive ever more of my care,
rather than to repay in-kind
over our relational time together.
Does expressing my gratitude
with civil please and thank yous
and you are greatly welcome
and with I owe you
some good care-receiving in return
count as at least partial care-giving repayment?
Yes,
and so would taking out the recycling basket
when you fill it,
rather than just leaving it over-flowing
with your Earth-resident care-giving
for me to take out
for us,
as if I were your care-giving robot
nutritionally-compensated for a robust future
by your mere past care-receiving
patriarchal presence
within us.
Are you suggesting
the absence of my care-giving actions
speaks louder
than the presence of my care-giving words?
Something like that, yes.
Well, thanks for that future care-optimizing feedback.
You are quite welcome
to act with care
even before you speak of our mutual care.
Is the recycle basket overflowing
with my care-giving again?
I thought you might have noticed
when your glass bottles
fell to the floor.
Oh,
I thought that was just matriarchal Earth’s gravity
saying ThankYou.
No,
that’s Her way of saying
it’s past time to clean up your care-giving act.
Transparency
in motion,
misty slow through frozen fast,
generates damp white noise and surfaces.
Hi!
I’m Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
“Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time.”
First, I want you to know
I’ve been reading your book
as if it were my own story.
So, why the “wasted” journals?
Mother Time:
Our issues of apparent matriarchal waste
in cooperative nature
may be better grasped
as ecosystemic boundary issues,
between Fr. Time’s Journey
and my Journal,
confined to the back pages
of history.
And, yet,
my point is this waste is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Energy and resources from one organism,
invested in one species,
contribute to supporting deductive lower-order
consumer co-owned foodchain providers
and
supported by
inductive higher-order ecosystem nurturers,
WinWin matriarchal cooperative networks,
political relationships,
economic transactions.
Apparent deductive decomposing waste
feedback re-investments
to help cooperatively maintain
our spiraling flow of energy
and sacred environmental seasonal stability
for all transitioning organisms,
great and small.
So my matriarchal journals
are about wastes of history,
when matriarchal cooperative ecopolitical systems
were not yet fully commodified
and were under-invested
of and for more cooperative values
of democratic trust
and mutual freedoms,
rights and lefts together.
Sister EarthChild:
You talk funny.
Are you asking us to reconsider
matriarchal waste as symbiotic exchange
between and within partnering Patriarchs with Matriarchs?
And, if so,
pardon me,
but isn’t that rather an old school invitation?
M. T.
Journeys With Father Time
are nutritional gambles,
where even trees hedge our bets,
extracting nutrients from old leaves
before recycling,
freely absorbing as needed
when needed,
but no more.
And, if less,
we do not blame them
for wasting what they never had to give.
S. E.
You say,
of your journeys in dialogue with Fr. Time,
“these are sustained by resource richness
producing excess dissonant waste,
re-investments supporting higher
yet denser
co-evolving
creolizing
nutritionally healthy outcomes.”
Is that faith
in the supremacy of cooperation
over competition,
do you think?
I was just wondering,
trying to follow the regenerative string
of your co-creation story.
M. T.
We can look at matriarchal history
to find apparent RightBrain waste
as potential LeftBrain abundance.
Over time,
unused resources
become energy sources for something other,
some polypathic nutritional system
of Earth’s co-intelligence.
This is a liberating process,
but freedom of authority
including responsible limits on cooperatively available energy,
within any one journey,
one time,
one space,
limits of polypathic diversity,
pressured through competitions
about what is waste and what is of healthy value,
yet continuously within WinWin
co-absorbing regenerativity.
S. E.
Any final thoughts?
We’re almost out of time.
M. T.
Almost out of time for Patriarchy Knows Best Journeys.
To your generation of sisters,
work on lower carbon-cost investments
for re-investing deductive/inductive
decompositional journalistic materials,
themes,
lesson plans,
designs for regenerative network building.
S. E.
And, I guess we’ll have to leave you with that.
Whatever that was.
Now,
can we talk about my favorite story,
The Rise and Fall of Roman-Capitalist Colonialism?
M. T.
Oh, really?
That’s your favorite?
The one where the Patriarchal God of Love
builds ballistic bombs and bullets
so we can militarize and criminalize
future generations
worshiping this Patriarchal God of Loving Mistrust,
made in our own memories
of further travels with Fr. Time?
S. E.
Yes, that one!
Kind of a mix of gothic horror
with operatic tragic-comedy.
M. T.
I think that’s my favorite wasted journal entry too.
I know how much it means to you
to protect my health and safety.
And, for this purpose,
to stop the terror,
end the ballistic killing
within these disuniting States,
please ban the NRA,
and stop selling guns
to those with histories
of mental illness.
The statistics,
facts,
both real and alternative,
all inform quite clearly,
if you would put this same energy
you have invested
in keeping out
those who would reinvest in,
to helping out
those who already disinvest of our domestic peace
and nonviolence,
then this killing Association already here
might calm down
enough so you could hear
the silence of those seeking
absence of threat and violence.
Thanks so kindly
for your first priority attention
to these matters
of real lives and deaths,
in contrast to those you have imagined.
Caffeine distracts lethargy of wine
as wine attracts simplicity
refining caffeine’s dark dualistic depths.
Some substitute weed for wine.
Others mix these all together,
serve over sturdy blocks of ice
refusing to unmelt choices
and hope for Time’s most generous best.
Serving more than one.
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