"It Takes Two Cups..."

I'm not exactly "loose as a goose" this morning, but it's better. The prednisone is working. It's only a little surprising which part of my body give up it's pain first. My body is being changed by the disease and it's medicine. Maybe the stem cell researchers will find a way to alleviate some of the discomfort, but steroids do a pretty good job in the mean time.

I've spent pretty much my entire life playing mind games. In my opinion it doesn't make any sense to give myself a grade on my efforts. Nobody knows. Who could I brag to? The other would and can only interpret my palaver to mean what they thought they'd be saying, and so the whole deal would be a wash.

I haven't been satisfied with the models I've used to play mind games. I did finally acknowledge I was only playing them with myself. That realization may have been just another bejinning of the end. I mean, what else am I gonna do with an end but to be-jinn it. It's just another assigned construct. Is it not?

Working the idea of the essence I've claimed resembled a oyster pearl as a black hole is an interesting thing to do. Practically every attribute of the pearl fits with the notion of it being or acting like a black hole works for me. I don't know much technically about what black holes are actually like. I read Stephen Haw-king's tome. I had my remembering vision previous to his description of black holes, but his description of black holes fits what I experienced pretty closely.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Hawking

I don't know how I became familiar with cornucopias. Nursery rhymes and stories I guess. Until fairly recently cornucopias have remained in the mythological realm, and they still are, but I'm coming to the conclusion that a cornucopia is an ancient assigned structure for a black hole. Neither description nor any of mine are the thing-in-itself. Metaphors we live by.

Grokking how using a black hole as a descriptor would make a more useful metaphor for describing what i saw happening in vision. It only happened in the last couple of days. I've been trying to describe two types of consciousness' and how they work hand in hand as the sa-me thing in reverse polarity.

Where the future becomes the past with a black hole is the event horizon. That's the ring-pass-me-not where the nay-me-able objects can't escape the gravitational pull of the black hole. "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here." Which begs this question: How much will be left to compress in the eye of the storm when all hope is extracted from being? Probably not even enough to apply description. It be-co-me-s un-nay-me-able. Un-named, because indistinguishable. Indivisible. Thus, invisible. The unconscious mind at rest. Id. The It.

It's gotta go both ways. The flow has to be reversible for the dark hole to become the cornucopia. Everything inside the core of the abyss that's only a former shell of itself can be re-inflated with hope. Faith, hope, and charity?

In the I Ching it talks about this, and the question is asked, "How can this be done?", and the oracle answers, "It takes two cups..." Rest and motion?


50 Jesus said,
"If they say to you, 'Where have you come from?' say to them, 'We have come from the light, from the place where the light came into being by itself, established [itself], and appeared in their image.'

If they say to you, 'Is it you?' say, 'We are its children, and we are the chosen of the living Father.'

If they ask you, 'What is the evidence of your Father in you?' say to them, 'It is motion and rest.'"

http://users.misericordia.edu//davies/thomas/Trans.htm