a sincere question

[Ian Livingston]

The other morning as I sipped my morning tea, it entered my mind epiphanous
that all human knowledge, experience, and insight is really the most
tenuous intersection of Time and Being. While each from the perspective of
the other appears ephemeral, it is from its own perspective infinite. Time
is like a wind passing over the forms of Being; a wind that strikes with
all the force of immediate reality, sustains an impetus of recollected
surety for a time, and then fades to stillness. Can those that have loosed
their grip on Time truly be said no longer to exist in the realm of
Being? Is Being limited by Time, after all? Me, my time uses a lot of
space, and vice versa.

On Wed, Jan 2, 2013 at 9:00 PM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:

> Good stuff, Alice.
>
> Pure experience versus thought-processed is a Very Big Pynchon theme.  Of
> course normal humans can usually only do the latter.  But fiction can
> strive...
>
>
> On Wednesday, January 2, 2013, alice wellintown wrote:
>
>> As the title of Miller's novel suggests, time & space are not so
>> easily distinguished. Is the Mason and Dixon Line a time line or a
>> space line? Or is it both? All lines are signals ppointing up from the
>> position of some observer somewhere. The grid, that latitude and the
>> more allusive longitude seem to form a graph set over a living and
>> evolving planet in space and time, but there are wedges and receding
>> and expanding spaces that tick away, are lost, erased from the
>> calander, from all maesures man may devise. There is a wonderful
>> little book by the English pholisopher Berrtrand Russell, The ABC Of
>> Relativity, and in it Russell puts the reader through a few thought
>> experiments to help her break away from the habit of thinking about
>> the world in pre-modern space and time. One involves a hotair balloon.
>> We float in space and time after imbibing a drug, a lethe elixer of
>> sorts that erases anything that might help us make a GPS. We are a
>> transit of V-ness. Henri Bergson whispers in our ears, "Duration is
>> the space you make up or take up, you spaceman. Wake up and shape up
>> the narrative. That's another Henry, James...but standing on the E
>> train, where everyone seems preoccupied with the time it takes, the
>> space changes as the faces fold in and out, too many, too many in such
>> a tight space and late...well, I'm not sure...I need space to think
>> about it....
>> > Hello guys,
>> > Just read the almost last line of "Tropic of Cancer":
>> > Human beings make a strange fauna and flora. From a distance they
>> > appear negligible; close up they are apt to appear ugly and malicious.
>> > More than anything they need to be surrounded with sufficient space –
>> > space even more than time.
>> > does anybody agree or disagree with "More than anything they need to
>> > be surrounded with sufficient space – space even more than time."?
>> > I personally think that I always need more time, as I need more self
>> > confidence.
>> > Please give me any personal liking replies, thanks!!
>> > Momo
>>
>


-- 
"We know that the mask of the unconscious is not rigid--it reflects the
face we turn towards it. Hostility lends it a threatening aspect,
friendliness softens its features."
--C.G. Jung
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