30-07-2013, 01:43 AM
Quote:For the listener, who listens in the snow,Thanks, Albert. You and Tracy have added some killer stuff to this thread (Bill Hicks, Tracy? :rocker
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.
.At the great risk of beating the bones off a dead horse:
The frame is this "me" thing. I want to be safe and happy. I want pleasure in my life. I project these images in a search for security (and wtf is "security?" Another image?). My frame. Which is really your frame, too. All the frames are the same on the most basic level. The frame isn't different from conditioning. The frame IS conditioning. I am not different from conditioning. I AM conditioning. The frame is shattered, conditioning is shattered. "I" am shattered. Nothing.
The frame lives and interprets, but it never questions itself. We are all going to die, no matter what heaven we invent. No matter what "next life" we imagine. And we are so afraid of ending.
We take for granted all of this is natural, just,you know, life. But, is it? Or, is it that we are so conditioned to be afraid of the non, we cannot see the truth? No-thing, the non, just maybe, is the door that will lead us to what we long to touch. But, then there is no "me" to touch anything, to spin images around it. The grand paradox.
We are conditioned never to question the frame of self, the supposed and assumed reality of it. Maybe it is no-thing that unlocks all this. Which is the dissolution of self, the ending of the frame. Death.
I think these shocking events (the Kennedy murder, 9-11, assorted serial killers and such, wars and endless "terrorism") are purposely fed into the human system to keep the mind from the awakening of no-thing. But, it is here and seeping through the fabric of our consciousness.
Quote:Andre: You know, in the sexual act there's that moment of complete forgetting, which is so incredible. Then in the next moment you start to think about things: work on the play, what you've got to do tomorrow. I don't know if this is true of you, but I think it must be quite common. The world comes in quite fast. Now that again may be because we're afraid to stay in that place of forgetting, because that again is close to death. Like people who are afraid to go to sleep. In other words: you interrelate and you don't know what the next moment will bring, and to not know what the next moment will bring brings you closer to a perception of death!
You see, that's why I think that people have affairs. Well, I mean, you know, in the theater, if you get good reviews, you feel for a moment that you've got your hands on something. You know what I mean? I mean it's a good feeling. But then that feeling goes quite quickly. And once again you don't know quite what you should do next. What'll happen? Well, have an affair and up to a certain point you can really feel that you're on firm ground. You know, there's a sexual conquest to be made, there are different questions: does she enjoy the ears being nibbled, how intensely can you talk about Schopenhauer in some elegant French restaurant. Whatever nonsense it is. It's all, I think, to give you the semblance that there's firm earth.
Well, have a real relationship with a person that goes on for years, that's completely unpredictable. Then you've cut off all your ties to the land and you're sailing into the unknown, into uncharted seas. I mean, you know, people hold on to these images: father, mother, husband, wife, again for the same reason: 'cause they seem to provide some firm ground. But there's no wife there. What does that mean, a wife? A husband? A son? A baby holds your hands and then suddenly there's this huge man lifting you off the ground, and then he's gone. Where's that son?
Fin, baby. Promise. Phil's got me lined up with one of the Kardashians, and if I'm not there on time, they start without me.