This phrase up top of this blog entry is catchy is it not?
Starring: Kevin Kline, Kristen Scott Thomas, Hayden Christensen, Jena Malone, Mary Steenburgen, Mike Weinberg, Scotty Leavenworth, Ian Somerhalder, Jamey Sheridan, Scott Bakula, Sandra Nelson, Sam Robards, John Pankow, Kim Delgado, Barry Primus Director: Irwin Winkler
The fact that the “ole fabric” of our thinking can be torn down and rebuilt in a better format, after much careful thought and considerationCan it not be worthy of what you can put back into what you want your house to be?
It is as though this has to be put out there for minds to consider? Like all possibilties, the diversities of the home in which we all live, is as unique as it is to the very life that is lead through the living of it.
When you go back to the homes in where you grew up, how is your perception against what you will see that day? It seems, it was always bigger then what I had expected it to be. Time changes this. “Time,” puts it back into perspective?
So what is home for one, might be different in the way the one would interpret a house. Would be vastly different in how this house will be the measure of all homes? Will be the measure of “what home is,” in life?
“Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring? The painting of Gustave Moreau is painting of ideas, the deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom, Plato’s world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.”
To be, or Not to Becomes from, “The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark”
To be or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. 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: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn(e)
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that 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,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.-Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia, – Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.
For me there was always an interactive feature about what the photon could do in terms of describing it’s “state of existance” and if this were the case, then how would you have applied such a measure?
Low energy phenomena Photoelectric effect
Mid-energy phenomena Compton scattering
High energy phenomena Pair production
So while we have held the romantic to heart, what “beat in measure” would any in/out going state signify, if the calculation of the photon is “gravitationally considered?” Shall it be so static and discrete that we forgot how raelly smooth these heartbeats really are?
What Dreams May Come
When Chris enters the house, he finds that she doesn’t recognize him. Pale, gaunt, and miserable-looking, Annie isn’t fully aware that she’s dead. He talks to her gently, pretending to be a neighbor, before he is able to gain enough of her trust to reach her for a moment. In guilt and disbelief, Annie screams and pushes him away, and a saddened Chris realizes he has failed. He tells his insane wife a last good-bye, and leaves the house. The Tracker consoles him, and Chris tells him he has given up.
“But,” he adds, “Not the way you think.”
He asks the Tracker to give his love to his children, and re-enters the house. Taking his wife’s hand, he tells her he won’t leave her. He’s decided to stay forever in hell and join her in madness rather than leave her again. Somehow, this sacrifice reaches Annie when nothing else can, and she and Chris pull each other out of the miasma of hell, narrowly escaping.
What Dreams May Come is a 1978 novel by Richard Matheson about the afterlife.
While some may never have considered the strength of the matter states, and what they hold for us in our decisions, it is of some relevance that the “lighter constituents of gravity” defined in a equilibrium state, are significant, if ever held in context of the “hell’s of damnation inferno?”
It is with some hope, that “the higher realization” of spirituality, will bring us to the father’s house? When you roll your eyes upward, it is not so very far away is it?
So of course as one descends into the hells of what has held us most in life(quark Gluon Plasma) and tamed for us to the conclusion of the way it is? Then, the plight of suffering was wholesomely considered, as Robin Williams sought to get his wife from the choice she had made?
While it is in some Catholic minds, the sin, it was more the damnation one could have attributed to the minds conclusion i that religious thinking? That it was then locked in what it could no longer take in life, took along with them, in death? But in “cleaning up life’s work, as it never seems to conclude whole fully(the medicine wheel) until the realizations are always there for us to think about as parts of the whole? Robin’s “choice” with his wife to reincarnate?
Robin Williams seeing the “beauty of life” saw it in the heaven’s making? Certain realizations abundant, and very swift, in every thought form held there for Robin Williams. We should of “held off on our judgements” one might say in life, also made so quickly without recourse?