03-31-2018, 11:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2018, 02:48 PM by Dekalb_Blues.)
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http://earthsky.org/tonight
(This is not to say, as some infidels aver, that the Infinite Creator is just another attention-whore Whom we are all co-dependently enabling!)
http://www.idialstars.com/zube.htm I have just discovered the star with the bestest name in the universe. I am thinking of legally changing my name to
Zubenelgenubi, and then back again, so that I can truthfully designate myself The Artist Formerly Known As Zubenelgenubi.
Well, that might be too much trouble, come to think of it; instead, I think I might just start calling my pet axolotl Beauregarde by this name. He's at the
veterinarian's undergoing trans-surgery to achieve salamandericality (he has always told me he feels like a salamander trapped in an axolotl's body).
https://thefirelizard.wordpress.com//?s=...&search=Go
Song of the Salamander -- Bruce McClure, 2013
You immortal terrain, everlastingly present and eternally now, you who are as beginningless as you are endless, you who are blanketed by the ageless dust,
are you not unmindful that without the life-generating fire of the Salamander, you of yourself are inert, unknowing of time, imprisoned within matterless,
spiritless, unconscious unawareness of absolute zero? Without time there can be no motion; without motion there is no change; without change there are no
interactions between immutable particles; without interactions no animations spring from your lifeless soil.
Praised be the Salamander who sparks your immortal terrain with immortality! Oh, you immortal terrain, changeless amidst change, you are the protean world
of metamorphic metempsychosis, with successions of migrating souls incessantly crossing your ever-present stage. Oh, immortal terrain, your ova, your mean-
ingful conglomerations of soil, water, and sunshine, when blessed with the breath of life by the sylphs of the air, become somatic bodies who fleetingly dance
across your terrestrial playground until they exit and then disbecome . . .
All beginnings, all births, what are you if not terminations of previous consummations? If not inversions of hourglasses of time? Oh, sentient creatures, know
you not that you derive your existence from time which is motion which is time? For without the orbs of the Sun and the Moon and the planets who continually
move along the zodiacal highway of time, know you not that our movements might as well all fbe or naught? For without the orbs who correctly position them-
selves upon the stellar sphere, we could neither measure durations of Earthly transformations nor chart the pilgrimage of Earth's shifting sands. Oh, wondrous
orbs of the heavens, you who with your ever-recurring, ever-recycling motions trace the efflorescent flow of time, you are divine Seer who reads the palimpsest
palm of Earth!
Oh, ever-present terrain, the eyeglass of your encircling horizon peers at the refracted images of past and future and sees origins and destinies obliquely through
the distance haze. Yet when I read the message inscribed upon the heavens, when I see that scroll that remains uneffaced by the passage of time, I understand
the ageless notation and clearly see that the beginningless past and the endless future are conjoined upon the meridian of the ever-present, ever-solipsistic, ever-
expanding eternal Now, which is time which is motion which is time.
https://www.hodinkee.com/articles/van-cl...ntroducing
http://earthsky.org/tonight
(This is not to say, as some infidels aver, that the Infinite Creator is just another attention-whore Whom we are all co-dependently enabling!)
http://www.idialstars.com/zube.htm I have just discovered the star with the bestest name in the universe. I am thinking of legally changing my name to
Zubenelgenubi, and then back again, so that I can truthfully designate myself The Artist Formerly Known As Zubenelgenubi.
Well, that might be too much trouble, come to think of it; instead, I think I might just start calling my pet axolotl Beauregarde by this name. He's at the
veterinarian's undergoing trans-surgery to achieve salamandericality (he has always told me he feels like a salamander trapped in an axolotl's body).
https://thefirelizard.wordpress.com//?s=...&search=Go
Song of the Salamander -- Bruce McClure, 2013
You immortal terrain, everlastingly present and eternally now, you who are as beginningless as you are endless, you who are blanketed by the ageless dust,
are you not unmindful that without the life-generating fire of the Salamander, you of yourself are inert, unknowing of time, imprisoned within matterless,
spiritless, unconscious unawareness of absolute zero? Without time there can be no motion; without motion there is no change; without change there are no
interactions between immutable particles; without interactions no animations spring from your lifeless soil.
Praised be the Salamander who sparks your immortal terrain with immortality! Oh, you immortal terrain, changeless amidst change, you are the protean world
of metamorphic metempsychosis, with successions of migrating souls incessantly crossing your ever-present stage. Oh, immortal terrain, your ova, your mean-
ingful conglomerations of soil, water, and sunshine, when blessed with the breath of life by the sylphs of the air, become somatic bodies who fleetingly dance
across your terrestrial playground until they exit and then disbecome . . .
All beginnings, all births, what are you if not terminations of previous consummations? If not inversions of hourglasses of time? Oh, sentient creatures, know
you not that you derive your existence from time which is motion which is time? For without the orbs of the Sun and the Moon and the planets who continually
move along the zodiacal highway of time, know you not that our movements might as well all fbe or naught? For without the orbs who correctly position them-
selves upon the stellar sphere, we could neither measure durations of Earthly transformations nor chart the pilgrimage of Earth's shifting sands. Oh, wondrous
orbs of the heavens, you who with your ever-recurring, ever-recycling motions trace the efflorescent flow of time, you are divine Seer who reads the palimpsest
palm of Earth!
Oh, ever-present terrain, the eyeglass of your encircling horizon peers at the refracted images of past and future and sees origins and destinies obliquely through
the distance haze. Yet when I read the message inscribed upon the heavens, when I see that scroll that remains uneffaced by the passage of time, I understand
the ageless notation and clearly see that the beginningless past and the endless future are conjoined upon the meridian of the ever-present, ever-solipsistic, ever-
expanding eternal Now, which is time which is motion which is time.
https://www.hodinkee.com/articles/van-cl...ntroducing