KFA - Krishnamurti Foundation of America

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Way to go, tree; you have captured the Tetraneuris acaulis in its natural habitat.

I had just come in from my backyard, after having added two more of them to the two I already had, when I saw your post.

Now, was that serendipitous or was that serendipitous?

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wilbro99 wrote:

Way to go, tree; you have captured the Tetraneuris acaulis in its natural habitat.

I had just came in from my backyard, after having added two more of them to the two I already had, when I saw your post.

Now, was that serendipitous or was that serendipitous?

probably serendipitious or that "something unknown is doing we dont know what"

wilbro99 wrote:

RJ wrote:

No mystery!
Such marvellous, muscular, American hubris.
This is what you and your homebro need to bottle!

RJ, you asked the question of another as what their greatest mystery was, and today, being the day of fools, and I, being the fool that I am, got this urge to ask myself that very same question.

I mean, who but a fool would ask what a mystery is, knowing full well that any answer would take the mystery out of it?

At any rate, preferably greater than no rate, and not exceeding the sound of my voice echoing in my ears as a sign of hubris, I thought the mystery to be solved should be the meaning of hubris.

Ok, from the top. What is a mystery?

A mystery is a state of mind in which an unknown dwells, where that unknown could span the spectrum from the mundane to the sublime, to say nothing of the sublemon. In a word, the mystery must be entertained to be a mystery.

http://www.sjsu.edu/faculty/patten/sublime.html

If the mystery entertained is the sublime, the ineffable becomes the stage upon which the mundane does its mundane thing.

If a player enters that stage and does not entertain the sublime, that player is seen by the one entertaining the sublime as a sublemon, and a sublemon is then defined as one, who in not entertaining the sublime, must perforce know it all; hence that sublemon suffers from hubris.

Thus, the application of hubris to all who do not entertain the sublime is the upshot of the entertainment of the applicator of there being a beyond, and any who do not entertain the beyond, must, perforce, be accused of knowing it all.

The mystery of RJ is then solved. He came aboard sussing out the know-it-alls, and after he had located them, he began applying the brush of hubris to them.

Ah yes, the day of fools indeed!

William Iodine Brown; Esq. (purveyor of bottled UF)

behold!
the afterlife of a mathematician

Naw, RJ, he is talking about the finding that releases presence from its grave.

Do you understand what I mean by that? To catch yourself living is to be.

So, you deal in the weed, eh? Good for you. Is it legal down there?

I read where is is good for many ailments. Is it munchies time in NZ?

Well, you are closer to the south pole than I, and it is the land down under, is it not?

RJ wrote:

wilbro99 wrote:

Naw, RJ, he is talking about the finding that releases presence from its grave.

Do you understand what I mean by that? To catch yourself living is to be.

http://www.kidztimez.com/wp-content/uploads/plant-2.jpg

oh God, now you are freaking me out,
that's exactly what my pot plant said to me the other day!!

if that is a pot plant in NZ things really are different down under...looks like a dying staghorn fern to me...too much water and poor drainage browns the tips like that.

Opinion from lmp. The I doesnt see a mystery, it picks a relationship to one thing at a time, through reaction. So we are only looking at a pause in thinking if we try to find a mystery that way. We can label that pause or anything a mystery if we like.

Well there are experiences out of the ordinary too that at first one might happily allow with curiosity (is curiosity a reaction, I dont know, probably it is), but usually when it starts to get a bit intense the emotinal reaction or the reaction of thought finds it too hard and unfamiliar, and decides to end the experience. This gives me the hope and belief in a mystery.

joe wrote:

RJ wrote:

joe wrote:

RJ...sometimes the mystery is where I left my keys, but not too often as I have carried a leather "murse" for twenty five years to keep stuff out of my pockets.  What I said is that in answering your question I found myself looking.  Do you understand what I mean by that?

do you mean it a bit like the man who comes into the store and says 'I'm just looking'

(ok, so why did he come in?)

nope don't mean it that way at all, RJ...do a test, ask yourself what the greatest mystery is and then pay attention.  What do you see?  Do you see the greatest mystery or do you see yourself looking and choosing what it is?

I didn't really think you meant it that way Joe, just drawing you out cos you feel (felt) defensive and who would blame you the way I have been Rotweillering away at one of your buddies lately.

even the very word 'mystery' it's so inescably naff, eh.
perhaps the word 'unknown'...
the word 'it' is a bit unsatisfactory too, now I think of it...

"the name you can say is not the real name
the way you can go is not the real way" (LT)

I ask myself what it the greatest mystery and the answer is 'this', 'it'
that's no answer, obviously
which is also kind of the point.

We all suffer hubris mate
a prefrontal lobotomy is the only likely answer
(the bad joke about the pot-plant is a dig at the 'returning to the animalistic mind' thing)

or maybe, as again me old Chinaman says
"to be sick of sickness is the only cure"