This blog is dedicated to the memory of David Weintraub, who took on insidious astroturfers and won.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Alan. Watts.

                                 
This guy is very trippy, period. It's endless how many of his lectures are available at Youtube. His schtick basically nails the meaning of life. I was struggling to keep awake. I am not a big fan of waking up early. When I sleep, it goes very deep. I wonder why we're not able to remember dreams. It would take a major effort. One would need the ability to wake up, remember and then document hours of subconscious interplay with primarily medium memories.

I haven't had a nightmare in a long time. That's probably a key milestone. Why be a drama queen 24 hours a day. Dreams are meant to be the weekend within the day. Coffee doesn't work at 5 a.m..

Maybe one can be promoted by God to nicer planets. I wish God could give a little hinty poo or two how this persists and wtf any of us can do about it. It's gonna be Bernie versus Oprah? Is that the game plan? And of course the superdelegates will go with O..

Watts is talking about sentences and memories. We go from thought to thought. Does anything leave an impression mark. He speaks of a child as a tabula rasa clean slate. Who am I? What are we. There is stuff and form. This is a myth according to Watts as cheap ceramic. Whoa, he's saying in the 17th Century there was a huge flame fest between elite buddhists. One created the haiku for everyone's benefit. Zen had become obscure, only know-it-alls had access to long-winded, blowhard esoteric materials. I am paraphrasing him, but he speaks too quickly to continue doing so. He makes a lot of sense. He wasn't a guru, but those have never truly existed. He was a self-described entertainer.

There are t.v. shows done when he was younger, more serious and professional. I like his later years.

Feeding the blog continues for now.

"Reality escapes all concepts."

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