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[riskquette]

a couple poems that point toward my recent-current state of being:

The Sun and the Moon

Ah, Sun, ah, Moon

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How apropos

[shuffleburry]

Nice poems man, I dig,Im feelin that sentiment, diggin the ref to the Allegheny. I just finished a paper regarding Berkeley's immaterialism and how the problem of evil necessitates(in his system) that either a) material substance(and causation) exists external of the mind, or b) God is evil

Re: How apropos

[riskquette]

...à propos de rain. heh heh.

I think the problem with the "problem of evil" is that it doesn't necessitate free will. I would say that nature in and of itself causes no pain and/or suffering; it's the human faculty of free will that "causes" pain and suffering: "Sometimes you're happy and sometimes you're sad, but the world goes 'round...sometimes your dreams get broken in pieces, but that doesn't matter at all; take it from me, there's still gonna be a summer, a winter, a spring, and a fall." my guess is that your past has led you to who you are now as an effect of the decisions you've made. regarding the ideas of things being "truly what is the case," I'd say you're wanting to speak more to Locke than Berkeley. but, I'd call yours a loose reading there, even though I get your point; it sounds more like the Cartesian perspective. there are still "powers" within the things themselves to produce these ideas in you or me, according to Locke, and Berkeley does, in a way, assent to this notion, the nature of those powers is just "

Re: How apropos

[shuffleburry]

Actually Berkeley's catch phrase is "esse est percipi" or to be is to be percieved...basically everything is as it seems, all we know are our perceptions of the sense data(or ideas) we recieve. His "common sense" standpoint.

And for berkeley, when we arent percieving things, they remain percieved by the mind of god. He says causality is inexplicable and that the signs or marks we see that represent causality show the workings of God(or spirit) (PHK, Section 64-66). So,in effect God controls nature. So how can he account for a God that dictates a system that spawns such natural disasters as Hurrican Katrina.

sic et non

[riskquette]

yes, but you leave out the fact that Berkeley's notion of the "sensible qualities" of matter implies also the existence of, so to speak, "insensible" qualities, akin to the "primary qualities" in Locke which are essential/standard-by-varying-degrees to the "objects" or "bodies of matter" in and of themselves. the notion of "sensible qualities" is not exclusive, in Berkeley, of said "insensible" qualities; Berkeley says every thing perceptible is as it seems, but there exists that which is imperceptible by means of the senses which can, nonetheless, be "perceived" through the faculty of ideas (i.e., can be discerned in thought), making it, by this empiricist epistemology itself, no less prevalent to an individual's perception of reality; that is, no less real. in this sense, common sense is common thought as well, in certain instances wherein the latter, in effect, constitutes the former. and this is precisely what Berkeley is pointing out as a flaw pertaining to the philosophical "indoctrination" of common sense. Berkeley wants to

[anonymous]

"the first two poems are from that masterwork of ancient Chinese poetry from the Chou Dynasty (1112 B.C. - 249 B.C.) known as The Book of Songs"

Funny enough I stumbled upon this book last night when I was looking for some other book in the library. Of course I stopped and read some.
-The Koincidence Kid

à propos de l'âme et la pluie, c'est moi la pluie et la pluie sans âme, c'est seulement d'eau

[rainedai]

The root of my bitterness is sweet.
The moon has not presided over a country gentle
To my living or my death. I claim this one.

Events keep their usual course to me;
My love, she whom I love.
What comes to me must be happy in some way.

Disdain has not broken my shield;
Nor does the weight of my invention crush me -
Fierce gestures of polite humility, meekly
Executed by pain.

I sang once. My weeping carries as much sweetness.
It is the high cause that my senses long for.
My misery is a minor end.

PETRARCH (1304 - 1374) Sonnet 229

...mais c'est moi l'eau de vie; je suis le fond de la pluie, et la pluie c'est simplement moi

[riskquette]

...but, of course, yours is the namesake.

beautiful.

in awe...as usual

[gi_joe_27]

It continues to amaze me, this constant intertwining of our paths. I can't grasp what mystic power keeps toying with reality and putting everything into place right in front of my eyes, but I do at least have the clarity to see that it is happening.
These poems, all of them, were exactly, and precisely what I needed. I have needed them for a few days now, and it is only once I returned to my sworn "no man's land" that I happened upon the oracle of my emotion, a cousin/brother/friend so far away but so close it's scary.
The strangest part about it all, is that it happened a day before I needed it...

Re: in awe...as usual

[riskquette]

it could never be as simple as any one thing or idea. but the truth is, when you look for it, you find it. and it's precisely because you looked for it that these poems and all that you found in them were created especially for you...in more ways than the obvious...and for that I myself couldn't even begin to honestly take any credit. it sounds like you're starting to really understand, man...and by that I mean life and its significance. I'm just the messenger, cousin; there's always somebody else out there (and in you) making it all come together for you. I'm pretty certain we are sent by the same Master though, and that's what makes it all worthwhile; that's what always already provides us with all the resources to carry on life to its fullest. amen to that!

it's beyond good to have you back.

Re: in awe...as usual

[gi_joe_27]

Well, as usual, your conversation is the most sought after indulgence I can find in my existence. You have no idea, but might be able to think of, how empty and self-gratifying this place is. I have no one to turn to, so I turn to the wonders of modern technology for communication of any significance. That same master that sent us all in very active in providing us with answers to questions that sometimes we don't even ask, and I am thankful for his faithfulness, that's why I give mine.
As for having me back, I can't agree with that statement as I'm not entirely sure I was ever really here in the first place.