Difference between crazy wildness and genius
may be soundness of deeply revolutionary resonance,
discerned and discovered
through transparent co-arising communicants
within a symbiotic culture of paradigms
and co-gravitating consciousness.
I can’t say for sure
as I live in an intentional tribe of mutual ignorance,
each denying our complicity in Business As Usual dissonance.
Difference between cognitive dissonance
and suboptimizing assonance
appears to be the null set.
Random frames
my brain
in polypathic goo
refusing to decompositionally chew
enough to defog mystery
of randomness
coincidence
co-arising evolution
of a fuller consciousness revolution.
Prickly head
with gooey heart
suboptimizing when they are apart
and are not speaking
to where they might find
a more accurate midway mine.
When I want to optimize
my wealth
of mental health,
I decompose nondual co-arising
toward regenerative comprehension,
to decompose
to break apart
in my image-nation
what time’s nature must always regener-ation.
Strictly Prickly Heads,
last of a Left-brain dominant strain.
Gushing GooGlobbed Hearts,
last of a RightWinged
monocultural spring.
If mass is to time
as commodity is to energy,
then commodifiant forms
have two bilateral functions,
buying and selling Time’s value.
We have commodified ourselves
too high
for the energy we have invested
to co-arise Beloved Commons.
Each buy and sell form
of Time’s transaction
follows our Tree of Good and Evil
commodity
rather than consuming and producing
Time’s primal choice
of Tree for Life and Death’s
double-bound transparent value.
Commodity incarnates
a market of value,
distilled fuel for even more ego-ownership.
Informational interest
fuels commodification of value
for stripmining Earth
as we stripmine the value of human Time;
while more cooperative interest
energizes optimizing value
for polyculturing Earth
as we polypath our value of eco-logical Time.
If Earth is RNA’s ProGenitor,
our ultimately commodifying “Owner”
and CoRedeemer,
then is ownership of Earth
commodification as
idolatrization
of madness,
polypathology of valuing Good
as loveless usery,
universalism without unitarianism?
Neither cultural hype
nor hippie consciousness
bring immunity to greed
or consistent investment in confluent integrity.
Whereas polypathic genius
does seem to bring some intuitive affinity
to simplicity of life’s value
for Time’s hope and faith and love,
beauty and wisdom;
a more singularly focused consciousness
on how we are created
united
just how our bones are polymorphically universal
fossils of unitarian revolutions.
I think that I shall never see
an old man buy his first property
going up his rickety stair
to take his blood pressure meds unaware
he will wear the stair with excessive need to pee;
you see,
due to his blood pressure mediludicrosity,
up up the stairs he went
to visit the only bathroom’s cabinets.
We can use actuarial tables
to decompose the value of Time’s investment
in any co-arising system,
whether informational-digital
or analogical-organic,
thereby calculating appropriate life credit and debit
available to this globally networked cooperative community
each hour
or day
or transaction
or week
or month
or year
or time’s ultimately prime relationship
to timeless.
Don’t sell the Commons,
but,
because we have already commodified
even the goods and evils of a life,
whether human,
or a tree,
perhaps we might cooperatively rent goods
and barter services
in exchange for the value of Time’s investment
by the day
or week
or month
or year
or lifetime,
depending on who we be
together.
Yellow wool blanket
with matching satin sashing
just on one end
caressing my neck and chin
reminding of how long and dashing
we have been
together.
Hold me against the chill of parting night.
Hold me with abandon to your fright
to love me
whom you never had enough
of hold me
for the warmth of gathering days.
Random frames
rounding claims,
icons of RNA’s encryption.
Professor Gorey
always had a story
filled wit guts and grim
til most folks around these parts
those with their full share of smarts
asked her where she finds her glory.
Grim Reaper
is not my heart’s keeper
and I thank you so for asking
just what I see as our life tasking,
to face our fears as permanent sleepers.
Professor Gorey
how could your story
of climatic strangulations
and cataclysmic slaughter of multiple reiterations
do other than make us snorey?
Story can wake you up
if you drink them with half-filled inductive cup
rather than gulping with competition
while choking on potential cooperation
between what’s contracting down while expanding up.
What is this mystery
we cannot see?
of breathing ego down while eco-up,
soothing prickly cats by playing gooey pups,
confusing what might become
with how we choose to be?
You’ve asked me well
so I must tell,
my gory mystery
of permaculturing history
is what makes my regenerating health so swell.
Note:
This piece plays with Alan Watts’ idea that there are two human cultural typologies, in mutually co-arising relationship. Pricklies are competitive-reductive dominant, following Win-Lose Gaming logistics, meaning that if I win then everybody else can lose, if they so choose, that is their business, and none of mine. Gooeys are cooperative-inductive dominant, following Win-Win Gaming logistics, meaning that if I win then everybody else might also be able to win, if they so choose, that is our business together, and We are larger Me.
Much of my economics-as-ecosystem work combines this observation with Julian Jaynes’ theory of the bicameral brain, where Left-ego-center hemisphere plays the role of Prickly, while Right-eco-center hemisphere plays the role of dual-transparently reiteratively balanced (the opposite of cognitive dissonance) DNA-fractal-gooey Elder AnaLogic as EcoLogic. This offers an internal landscape understory of why we notice what we notice through the lens of Positive Psychology, why positive balanced lifestyles, rich in healthy relationships, lead toward optimally regenerative happiness and fully-lived, enriched and enriching, cooperative lives and lifestyles and neighborhoods, and extended families, and tribes, and cultures, and other positive-polycultural information systems, inclusive of digital and binary QBit/8-Byte Octave reverse-hierarchical cooperatively double-bound logic-default Win-Win Gaming systems.
And I agree wholeheartedly with Charles Eisenstein that this cooperative Win-Win ecological economic human-natured game we unfold is sacred in its most cooperatively developed regenerations. and reiterations.
Only female mosquitas bite,
she said.
So what do your male mosquitoes eat?
he asked.
Whatever we inbite them,
s/he said.
So who’s in control?
he asked.
We are,
she said.
Why not the mosquito?
he somewhat sexistly asked.
We are
includes both mosquito and mosquita
s/he regeneratively explained
her unfolding engenderfication
of bilateral time,
in racingly integrative space.
Did you notice:
What you have for breakfast,
despite what Mom said,
is probably less important than who you do
and do not
have breakfast with,
and why?
The brand and make and year of your car
are less significant to your well-being
than the costs to you,
your family,
and their future?
The quality of your time
is less about how much you earn
and more about what you do,
and what you are unwilling to do,
to earn it?
You probably never respond to questions about how much you care for someone with the amount of time you spend with them,
“about 8.5 hours per week,”
while you might discuss how often,
and for how long,
you miss them in a week,
if at all?
When the quality of your well-intended humor
is measured in the number of smiles responding,
rather than the number of non-responses,
then you are in some serious trouble?
“Living” nature is not distinguished from “dead” nature,
by calculating quantities of difference,
but by noticing differences in quality of relationships.
You might define your love life as any hours without fear or anger,
or you might find that absence of fear and anger is necessary,
but not sufficient, for loving awareness?
If you have a higher bar,
faces of apathy and despair
are companions not possible to embrace
with love’s sufficiently empathic resonance.
DNA is a newer anthro-cultural language of intelligence
compared to older RNA regenerative non-self-consciousness?
Wouldn’t we be foolish
to disrespect our ecological Elder’s mental-environ conscience
to listen monopolistically enslaved to Left-brain’s competing dominance,
with comparatively adolescent language choices?
What good is deductive reasoning
attenuated from it’s natural,
and most nutritious,
source of fuel fertility?
Throwing out RNA’s primal
and ubiquitous regenerative intelligence
to value only DNA’s more recent humane reiteration,
reflecting on this (0)-Core prime consciousness,
throws out a cooperatively healthy baby
to hoard the bathwater?
Better outcomes could ensue
for the baby,
the water,
and you,
by bathing together in this nuclear stew.
You fall asleep in front of the TV
trying to stay awake
to watch something that apparently is much less entertaining
and healthy
than pursuing your own nightly dreams?
Living and dying are opposites,
but “living” comes in a spectrum
from “full” through “suffering dissonance”;
yet “dying” never comes in a correlated spectrum
from “purgative alacrity” through “contented confluence”?
When you stop using your mind
for anything resembling socially constructive purposes
it continues rattling on day after day
as if anyone were still attending;
but when you stop using your body
it almost immediately begins shutting down
as if no one needed tending?
If two mistakes are not better than one
then why do two negatives equal a positive?
Why does not not peace
not equal justice?
Who does not not dying
not equal fully cooperative living?
Why does not not fear of future or anger about past
not equal love for this present moment?
Why does not not now
not equal heavenly eternity?
Why does not not you
not equal me?
Why does not not motivated
not equal co-redemptively determinated?
Why does not not way out there
not equal way deep co-operating ecology?
Why does not not sin of omission
not equal grace of solidarity commission?
Why does not bad karma
not equal really good karma?
Why does not not yet dead
not equal still fully alive?
Why does not not my way
not equal the best highway?
Why does not not
not equal Yes Yes!?
Why do not bad nightmares
not equal really good dreams?
Why do not not monocultures
not equal fully climaxing beloved polycultures?
Why does not negativity
not equal sufficient positivity?
Why does not not night
not equal day?
Why does not not go
not equal stay?
Why does not not live
not equal decay?
Why does not not devolutionary dissonance
not equal revolutionary livedance?
“Not not.”
Who’s there?
“Guess.”
Guess who?
“I guess you?”
Said Harvard to Bucky
we feel quite so lucky
your genius on campus
has caused quite a ruckus
but this time we’re sure you’re less mucky;
And yet we’re not sure
which department could endure
your thesis exegetical
your wisdom eisegetical
of what is and is not we’re less sure.
Perhaps you’re a poet
and the last ego to know it,
you thought this was science
mixed up with con-science,
your poetic verse helps you show it.
When Bucky wrote meta-physical science
we read him as physical conscience
and that could be fine
it fits with his rhyme
of teleopathic resonance.
There once was a Fuller who prehended
a Special Case universe co-prehensile
teleopathic embrace
wears polypathic face
as wisdom’s synergetic eco-tensile.
Partnerships contract primal economic,
civil,
cultural rights between consenting mutually subsidiary parties;
ecojustice solidarity mentors relationship-building.
Marriage contracts regenerate deep ecological sacred rite,
a liturgy of procreative mutual polarity and parity
bi-naturally systemic.
Iconic of nature’s quintessential binomiality,
bi-normiality,
bionically balanced as dipolar “tension” or intention
and daily life-recommitted liturgical practice
of mutually subsidiary economic
and ecological perma-cooperative Union.
Ecology includes biological systems,
but also binomial self-regeneratively organized information systems,
patterns,
organisms,
paradigms,
language,
and natural systemic Yang/Yin balance
and root-systemic nutritional flow functions.
Ecotherapeutic contracts evolve best
composted equal partners
of Wisdom’s gravity frequency patterns
AND Light’s sensed humor functional flow rhythm.
We evolve a darkside for every exegetical Truth,
just as we revolve a lighter side to every False-False,
Fear of Fear Itself,
Hating Haters,
Love of Beloved Bicameral WeSelf
Not Negativing our Double-Binding
spacetime Positives.
I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug swatters. On my way to the door I hope it’s not my new neighbor who just moved in the first floor apartment below me yesterday. Nobody wants a too friendly neighbor, right? I’m from the “fences make good compassionately mindful neighbors” school of thought about neighborly interdependence, much less intimacy.
I open the door to a 60-something blotchy, ashy, white-skinned man wearing grey polyblend sweatpants, slightly too short, over a pair of black Crocs, screaming “I gave up on myself years ago,” and a lighter grey zip up the front, grimy hoody with a ripped left pocket, sleeves pushed up over old-red-haired-man, possibly ex-athlete, thick creepy hairy forearms.
Before I have a chance to let him know this feels invasive to me, or even say “Hello, who and why are you at my door during my meditation time?” the new downstairs neighbor starts flapping his jaws as if my ears were born to listen to his cheery wisdom.
“Hi, I’m Oliver. My two neurally challenged teenagers, Ivy’s the bratty girl, and Daquan is the perfect, but sometimes a little loud, sort of like a really ticked off roaring lion, but you’ll get used to it, son, and I are your new downstairs neighbors, and I wanted to meet you right away because I don’t want you to freak out and call 911 when you hear us yelling or screaming or crying or jumping endlessly hour after hour because Ivy is really hyper and because Daquan can’t speak but often seems to have a lot to bark and roar about what somtimes seems like its just gas and sometimes means he’s wet and is trying to tell me I need to put the novel down, or stop writing that dreadful sad poetry, or writing predictable lyrics for country-western songs, much less living them, and sometimes he’s just playing Tarzan, yodeling in his make-believe jungle. He’s legally blind and uses a wheelchair for school but at home he scoots and thumps around, surprisingly athletic, on his butt, kind of like an upside down inchworm if inchworms had feet and arms, if you know what I mean.”
I don’t have the first clue, actually, but we have no time, and apparently not the least commitment to discerning my own thoughts about Oliver’s communication and rationality skills, or lack thereof.
“My husband lives about a mile upriver in our cottage that we are trying to expand before the rest of us move in. He is tall, dark and handsome in an AfricanAmerican kind of way and is usually depressed, at least when he’s around us, which I can’t really blame him because Ivy is Oppositionally Ordered, I don’t know why they keep saying Fetal Alcohol kids have Oppositional Disorder because her capacity to oppose everything is most certainly not out of order, or in any way under-developed. She will pitch a fit if all you’re trying to do is get her up from her feeding trough to help her out of a poopy diaper. You would think that somebody was going to eat her food after she has already marked it with her drool. I have no idea why they would call that Oppositional Disorder. No one I have ever met has been more oppositionally wired synaptic than my daughter.”
“Anyway, Valentino, that’s my husband, he suffers from chronic depression which is too bad because he used to have this really nice soft sense of humor and romance, if you know what I mean, but now he’s just quiet and sad and afraid to retire because then he won’t have any friends that don’t drive him crazy like his family does, including me.”
“He complains that we’re too loud and the house is always filthy and my cooking is terrible but he likes to cook and clean so I don’t really get it why it’s not OK for me to not like to cook and clean, or do the laundry, or the dishes. Do you know what I mean? So, tell me about you.”
Finally, a question other than the parenthetical “do you know what I mean.”
“Ditto. Except mine are named, respectively, Poison, Tarzan, and Attila. Do you happen to like Ginseng tea with lots of honey?
”
Love wants nothing to do
with the everyday affairs of men.
Love’s only intention
is to catch the lover!
Rumi
God wants nothing to do
with the routine affairs of men,
God’s only intention
is to catch the lover’s attention!
I wonder if Freud’s id transfigured as a sociopathic burning bush
because Freud was drawn toward our shared holy ground of insanity,
internal competition for awareness and consciousness and belonging,
uncovering psychotherapeutic models for highly stressed cognitive dissonance.
Had he deep learned himself into Positive Psychology Mentors,
Freud might have grown a more positive consciousness
of self-id-entity as primally
and ecologically,
and economically informed by regenerative natural Supereco
optimizing ego-systemic development compost,
glimpsing paradigmatic Permacultural Design and Implementation,
regenerative standards for achieving and maintaining Climax Community
intimately and internally Yin-landscaped,
within coincidental external Yang landscaped awareness
of Other’s natural systemic ReGenesis.
Natural systems not coincidentally balancing
both interior-Yin and exterior-Yang
fail to thrive,
cannot evolve,
become at-risk of de-systemizing,
de-informating,
becoming Non-Polynomial former spacetime information;
a no-longer-incarnating Black Hole Codexed memory loss.
Underlying prime organic RNA/DNA fractal tipping-point balancing potentiality,
Bohm’s Implicate Order?
lies prime thermodynamic radiant circumferential harmony
polar-waving gravitational atomic protons,
over binomial QBit TrimTabbing neutrons,
over 4-fold dipolar explicating electrons,
ergodically and ionically synergizing away
back through linear time.
We weave agreement:
This Golden Ratioed Earth and all inhabitants
grow stressed in critical climatic transitions,
sprouting both degenerative dissonance
and confluent regenerative trends of
Positive Deviant alternative karmic incarnations.
Our optimal diapraxis,
to notice these currently emerging ecological economic paradigms,
subcultures of cooperative economics and vocations and communities,
and cooperative health care and political discernment for inclusive well-being,
Green Occupier Gaia University Boddhisatvas,
and Permacultural Designers,
Food Justice is Economic Justice is Climate Justice is Ecotherapeutic Justice is Earth Justice.
These prune confusion toward prudent understanding of shared core eco-values,
rich with therapeutic seed potential
to plant investment more strategically,
cooperatively,
within our more persistently dissonant negative cultural sociopathology,
divesting from long-term monopolizing and monocultural high risks,
exchanging positively valued Life Id-Entity
to invest in loss of population through monocultural anthropocentrism,
achieving nihilistic trend returns
through lack of conscience, conscientific deductive rationality
and Super-eco balancing awareness.
As I more permaculturally comprehend natural system development,
it’s not so much that God is dead,
and it’s not so much that God has an ego-optimizing sense of humor,
it’s more like God is our Supereco polycultural awareness
of dipolar balancing humors trading ego-eco role plays,
enlightening intuitions,
emergent coincidental evolution,
actively peaceful revolutions in cooperative enculturing id-entity comprehension,
recreation,
regenerative ecotherapeutic song and dance.
God grows empathetic love
to laugh within our dark places
to light their eco-identity faces.
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