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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: Midnight
Date: June 1, 2016, 3:48 pm
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My dreames are made of wishes but wishes are made of scares.
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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: Jed McKenna
Date: June 1, 2016, 11:26 pm
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Perhaps for you... not for me.
Love ya, Jed
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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: mariam
Date: June 2, 2016, 10:41 am
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my dreams are made of this's and some things appear in pairs.
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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: Midnight
Date: June 2, 2016, 12:34 pm
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Jed, sure. But definetly there's no dreams.
If (my) dreams were exist it have been made of scares.
In some situations i remember that currently i should be sad or
scared or have some other emotions but I'm not.
It's ego's memories.
If i were PC, my CPU was me and my Operating System was my ego.
I thought that my OS was me in the past but not now.
Now OS requred for human interations only e.g. posting this
message here. Just a tool stored in memory.
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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: de Silencio
Date: June 2, 2016, 3:41 pm
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This is fun. Thanks for keeping this blog. I check in w/ the
doings of Jed every now and again, and this morning I was...
prompted (most appropriate word I could think of) to check in
again. And I saw this thread. And of course it was intimately
tied to the worldly work I find myself immersed in. I can say it
made me happy to encounter this. I can call it a meaningful
synchronicity, a sign. I can call it a lot of things. And I do,
because it's partly through words that I help weave and am woven
into the bigger thing I'm in, and that's in me too.
So, I've been traveling through some words lately, and have been
having fun feeling them weave through me. They're related to the
dream scheme Jed started here, so I offer them up here as part
of the tapestry of this unfolding.
"This above all—to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man."
But what is the human? What is this sense of selfhood?
"this too too solid/sullied flesh"
"we fools of nature
[trying] So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls"
"a prison-house"
"What a
piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how infinite in
faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in
action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god—the
beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me
what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me...."
"How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!"
"To be, or not to be; that is the question:
... To die, to sleep—
No more, and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to—'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause. ...
... the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought."
OK then. And what, pray tell, is the question here? What are
these fine words in response to? What prompted them?
"What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and
earth?"
Ah. Right. Of course. Thanks.
And so it is. And so I go for a walk, on dust, through words.
And so I dream a little dream of me. And there are reminders all
about me:
"Here is your beginning, and here your end."
;D
In gratitude, I remain...
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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: FractalJackal
Date: June 2, 2016, 10:40 pm
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Dreams, reality... what the hell's the difference? ;)
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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: Jed McKenna
Date: June 2, 2016, 11:03 pm
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One has six letters, the other has seven.
Love ya, Jed.
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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: edisonthomas
Date: June 3, 2016, 2:32 pm
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Imagine if JM was President. I know "he" wouldn't "want" to be
(or do I?), but imagine if the Universe set that up for us. I
think the speeches would be interesting.
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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: Mori
Date: June 3, 2016, 3:13 pm
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I'd be up for that. But "nothing" would ever happen. ;D ::)
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Re: Jed Rant... You are NOT!
DIR By: edisonthomas
Date: June 3, 2016, 3:49 pm
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Ha, yeah. So it'd basically be like every other president.
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