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Group: alt.philosophy · Group Profile
Author: brian fletcherbrian fletcher Date: Nov 9, 2007 14:57
> Yes. I see "Human Beingness" and all that that implies -- our solar
> system, our galaxy, our 3-D universe -- as just one of infinitely many
> non-special, ephemeral soap bubbles, if you will, now and forever to come,
> each soap bubble representing the all of existence to the consciousnesses
> therein. And all of the soap bubbles together representing all infinite
> possibilites, probabilities, and real is-nesses. But I think the
> consciousnesses therein spans the infinity as one unity that "thinks" it
> is a multiplicity, just more or less to avoid boredom. And we have
> infinite time, or eternity, to play with this, play as much as we want, or
> not play. The not-playing in the multiplicity is the Finality I
> suppose -- that part of us that actually knows whatever there is to know
> in whatever universe it happens to be in at the time.
Playing knowingly is the end of delusion.
BOfL
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> "Sir Frederick" fuzzysys.com> wrote in message
> news:03u7j3lkoeh95k6mrln7bqneu9gsug8cvm@4ax.com...
>> My take on the situation is that life, intelligence, etc. is pervasive
>> throughout the universe. Thus H. sapiens is in no way special,
>> except for our own hubris. There are "billions and billions" of similar
>> "life" situations. "Life" is probable a tertiary side effect. Kind
>> of like dust on the stage floor. The main act is far beyond us.
>> We only have our local fragile garden to care take and imbue with
>> meaning, through just so stories.
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>> "As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods,
>> They kill us for their sport."
>> -- Shakespeare - King Lear, Act 4, scene 1
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>> " Ah Love, could thou and I, with Fate conspire
>> To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire
>> Would we not shatter it to bits and then
>> Re-mould it closer to the heart's desire ?"
>> -- Khayyam/Fitzgerald - the Rubaiyat
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>> "Do not trouble yourself with the gods. Their
>> concerns are not ours. Tend to your fields, and
>> love your children, for these are the affairs of Man."
>> -- from The Epic of Gilgamesh
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>> The final words from Candide in Voltaire's
>> "Candide" are "but let us cultivate our garden".
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