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Troodon Dinosaur Fossil Teeth, etc…

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The following are a couple of fossils from Troodon formosus, a small (though rather intelligent) dinosaur from the Maastrichtian Period of the Upper Cretaceous (around 75 million years ago).  The fossils come from the Two Medicine Formation of Pontera County, Montana.  They are rather rare.  Troodon was little (by dinosaur standards)… only weighing in at around 70 pounds.  They are one of my most favorite of dinosaurs.  This is because they were closely related to the bird lineage… and because they were rather intelligent (having the biggest brain to body weight ratio, of all the dinosaurs).  Though some of the troodontid dinosaurs (related to Troodon) did have nice sized brains, their brains were (according to recent data) not exceptionally large.  Troodon formosus, one of the troodontid species, however, seems to have had a pretty large brain (relatively speaking).  Lines in the cranial case (of Troodon skulls) even show the beginnings of brain matter enfolding, just as our human brains exist as.  The partial cranial cases of Troodons shows some impressions from convoluting of the brain matter.  Additionally, Troodons, unlike most all theropod dinosaurs, had opposable thumbs.  They were able to pick up and examine small objects!

Troodons, from their teeth structure, were mostly meat-eaters, though most of them were probably omnivorous.  Troodon, unlike many dinosaurs with a few large teeth… had a lot of small, serrated teeth.  Each side of the lower jaw of Troodon, for example, had around 35 teeth.  They likely fed a lot on our ancestors… for, before that giant asteroid impact hit, dinosaurs were the ruling class, and would hunt and eat plenty of little mammals (like our ancestors).  Old scientific books on dinosaurs were very wrong; dinosaurs were not just slow, cold blooded and sluggish.  Many of them had thermal oriented bodies just as birds did; in fact, birds are closely related to the theropod line of dinosaurs.  (Really, birds are theropods!) Birds have a super high (and hot) metabolism… and so did the theropod dinosaurs.  They were more active than even the mammals… with way superior breathing mechanisms; this holds true to this day.  Most birds (and likely past theropod dinosaurs) had an average body temperature of around 105 degrees Fahrenheit.  

Troodon fossils (consisting of teeth) found in Alaska were twice the size of those found in the Montana area.  Why?  Paleontologists speculate that the extremely cold climate (of Alaska) back then prevented most theropods, such as T-rex, from living in Alaska.  Without the competition from T-rex and similar dinosaurs, Troodon was able to be the top predator, thus enabling it to get proportionally larger.  Troodons also had (on each foot, just like velociraptors) a raised sickle claw… used for attacking, and disemboweling, larger prey.

Paleontologists speculate that if that 6 mile across asteroid would not have hit 65 million years ago… dinosaurs like Troodon may have evolved to be very intelligent… maybe even with human-like intelligence.  But the asteroid hit… and mammals are reading this blog… not beings from the superorder Dinosauria.   We had better get our act together, limit our superfluous population, and get way more into green energy… or we will sadly go extinct like the dinosaurs did!

Image of Troodon, by MALvit of Deviant Art...

Image of Troodon, by MALvit of Deviant Art…

The Troodon Tooth below is rare, in that it has the unworn, complete posterior and anterior serrations.  Paleontologists say that this type of tooth was used for eating a lot of soft flesh and likely some veggies too. 

Troodon Tooth with Anterior and Posterior Serrations by Thomas Peace 2013

Troodon Tooth with Anterior and Posterior Serrations by Thomas Peace 2013

Below: A large Troodon tooth in matrix… still partially embedded in the substrate that it was found in.

Large Troodon tooth in Matrix by Thomas Peace 2013

Large Troodon tooth in Matrix by Thomas Peace 2013

Below:  Fossil finger digit of a Troodon; it shows capability of being highly opposable.

Troodon Fossil Finger Digit by Thomas Peace 2013

Troodon Fossil Finger Digit by Thomas Peace 2013

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Winter Scene…

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The following is a short (simple) video of it snowing where we live… along an Illinois river bank; a couple of photos are additionally included.  Snow, even though it means the absence of all my favorite bugs and creatures (for a while), is cool (in more ways than one)!  The snow was quite beautiful… as it always is!

Each snowflake is unique, not like the others; yet, from a distance, they all look rather the same. Each of us (humans) is unique; however, in a big way, we are all the same. We — each and every one of us — have hopes, fears, desires, and favorite people whom we love and cherish. However, each of our hopes, fears, desires, and favorite people are different from everyone else’s. We can even be considerably more unique when we stop blindly following our flaky leaders — who don’t have a clue about where they’re going (and drifting to) anyway — and, instead, independently look at life beyond what we’ve merely been molded and shaped to see.  

from Emily Dickinson:

It sifts from Leaden Sieves –
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road –

It makes an even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain –
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again –

It reaches to the Fence –
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces –
It deals Celestial Veil

To Stump, and Stack – and Stem –
A Summer’s empty Room –
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them –

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen –
Then stills it’s Artisans – like Ghosts –
Denying they have been –

Winter Snowfall (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Going beyond mere reflections…

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.     To reflect on something — merely with images from the mind — may not be to see it (fully) in actuality.  When one looks from (and “as”) images, one is looking from (or through) what one was taught.  What one was taught is always “of the past”; therefore, what one sees through (and with) this medium… is always a distorted, partial view of what actually is.  If one looks by way of “what one was taught to see”… one sees things as one was taught to see them; in actuality, one sees what one was taught.  The “perceiver” and “the perception” are not necessarily two different/separate things.  If the perception is a reflection of what one “has learned,” it is part of the absorbed and memorized constitution of the “perceiver.”   When such a “perceiver” perceives, he (or she) is looking (at least partially) from (and “as”) what he is (i.e., from what he or she has absorbed via learned processes).  Looking at all things by way of “what one was taught” is a form of mental reflection (learned from others).  It may be that the truly sacred cannot ever be truly seen by what are mere reflections… not even partially (although perhaps hints of it can be seen in such a way).   That is one big reason why the sacred seems so elusive to so many.  Most merely reflect on things — and look at things — from mere symbolic representations that they were taught.   All symbolic representations, no matter how “intelligent” they may seem — and no matter how helpful they may be — are, intrinsically, distortions.  This doesn’t at all mean that one should give up on “thinking, reflecting, and learning”; those are all very useful tools.  However, they are only tools; they need not be what the essence of the organism must always be.  Over-identifying with the tools may make significant waves in the waters (of the mind) that never allow direct perception.

March is coming.  No doubt, the river must soon be (in a reactive) flowing… just like most humans are fixated in a reactive flowing.  An overabundance of reactive flowing may not easily allow for a direct perception of truth.  Just as each surface wave of a turbulent (spring) river reflects things in a distorted, fragmentary way… so the essence of each thought is constituted of fragmentation and a significant degree of distortion.  Time is as a river.   Perhaps, in March, one will stand on the bank of the river and remember something about the call of a certain bird.  However,  it will not really be the call of a certain bird that occurs again; it will only be a virtual thing… as all thoughts are.   (Don’t merely be satisfied with the virtual.)

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from Wallace Stevens:

NOT IDEAS ABOUT THE THING
        BUT THE THING ITSELF

At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind. 

He knew that he heard it,
A bird’s cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind. 

The sun was rising at six, 
No longer a battered panache above snow… 
It would have been outside. 

It was not from the vast ventriloquism 
Of sleep’s faded paper-mache… 
The sun was coming from the outside. 

That scrawny cry–It was
A chorister whose c preceded the choir.
It was part of the colossal sun, 

Surrounded by its choral rings,
Still far away. It was like
A new knowledge of reality.

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A photo of the river bank that we live on; as one was taking photos, a goose, across the river, was calling out.  (The river and this article may be something to reflect on.)  (Left click on image to enlarge; hit left “return arrow” to return.)

Winter River by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter River by Thomas Peace 2013

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Going after the truth no matter what the consequences are…

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.  When I was rather young — which wasn’t just a few months ago — I was determined to search for the actual truth that lies behind the essence of everything.  The consequences of what I found did not matter to me.  I didn’t want to “sugar-coat” what I might find… and turn it into something more tolerable (if it turned out to somehow be unpleasant).   One wanted to actually perceive “what was behind everything” without distortion, without concern as to whether my personal life had any lasting significance or was merely an evanescent flash soon to be diluted. What was important was  the “seeing” of the truth without distortion, without altering it into something that might be more comfortable (though fictional).  To approach the “actual truth of everything,” one must put away ones desires (or stored patterns) of “how things should be,” or “what would be comfortable,” or “what one was told about things (by others)”… and perception must be undistorted.  If we approach the truth with “what we’ve been told,” or with “how things ought to be,” we’ll definitely find something, but it won’t be the truth (though we may erroneously accept that it is).  To go towards the truth — without any baggage from the past — one must go without fear of the consequences of what one might find.  (Carry a lot of baggage… and you’ll fall through the thin ice… as most people do.)

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.     Mystic shadow, bending near me,

.     Who art thou?

.     Whence come ye?

.     And — tell me — is it fair

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.     Fear not that I should quaver,

.     For I dare — I dare.

.     Then, tell me!

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.   Sheets of ice of the partially frozen river that we live on.  (Left click on image to enlarge; hit left “return arrow” to return.)

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Ice on River (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Ice on River (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Ice on River (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Ice on River (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Frozen in Time…

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.    Curiously, most human beings function within the very significant and important domain of time… yet they have no idea about the fundamental essence and nature of time; nor do they realize the opportunity of going beyond it.   Though it sounds mysterious and rather supernatural — it isn’t — it is a fact that a truly enlightened being can (once and a while) exist in (and “with”) a timelessness that is beyond the limited and unlimited field of time.

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.     a different time,and each most falsely true;

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The following pictures are photos that I took of  ice along the river bank that we live on.   These look much better expanded,  so… (Left click on the pictures to enlarge them; hit the left “return arrow” to return.)

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Frozen in Time (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Wisdom is one of the most important things in life…

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.    Wisdom is one of the most important things in life.  For without wisdom, one’s life may be essentially like an empty shell; such a life would very possibly be like a light bulb that has no illumination; it would be like a caterpillar that never changes into a true butterfly.  Without wisdom, one may, indeed, lead a very comfortable life, a very financially secure, safe, and luxurious life.   However, without that inner profundity (of wisdom)… such an outwardly appearing “successful” life is likely (largely) a rather cadaverous existence.   Without true compassion, heartfelt awareness for all, deep insight, and non-fragmented perception…  deep wisdom is not.  One cannot have true wisdom if one merely fits in nicely into the indifferent edicts of society, while languidly allowing things to remain as they are.  The vast disorder (of society) may seem to be overwhelming; but a little bit of pure order can have tremendous power.  Changing the way one lives and being a better example is one way to act.   Wisdom acts; if it doesn’t often act — if it sits around merely comfortably reacting — it isn’t wisdom.  It isn’t easy to be in the minority (different from so many who hardly ever care); but not to peacefully stand up and do something against indifference, suffering, disorder, and tyranny is nonsensical.

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from Stephen Crane:

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Once I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Aye, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
“Will he prevail?”
“Surely,” replied this other;
“His grandfathers beat them many times.”
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers —
At least, for the little man
Who stood against the mountains.

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Pseudo-silhouette (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pseudo-silhouette (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pseudo-silhouette (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pseudo-silhouette (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Pseudo-silhouette (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pseudo-silhouette (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

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True (not Pretentious) Compassion…

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Though many talk about it and pretend to have it… very few are truly compassionate.  Those few that are truly and deeply compassionate (in a holistic, deeper than average sense)… may be, fortunately,  sometimes even visited (at least once, twice, or more, during their lives) by the immensity of the truly sacred.

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from Emily Dickinson:

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.     Sometimes with the Heart

.     Seldom with the Soul

.     Scarcer once with the Might

.     Few — love at all.

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Resting Dragonfly (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Resting Dragonfly (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Resting Dragonfly (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Resting Dragonfly (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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A Robust and Healthy Mind…

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A robust and healthy mind is essential.  Just as the body should be tenderly taken care of, given the correct, healthy foods, and exercised daily… so the mind, too, must be operated with care and order.  The mind and the body have a close relationship with each other.  When one is distorted and broken… it often influences the other.  A languid and indifferent mind easily allows for a body that indolently sits around.  Additionally, a body deficient in good nutrients and decent exercise… can easily influence the mind to be less alert, joyous, and caring.  It’s a close partnership… and not enough people deeply realize that.   Interestingly, just having a healthy body does not ensure that the mind (involved with that body) will be concomitantly healthy and orderly.  There are many unbalanced, uncaring, mentally disturbed people with excellent bodies.  

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Bre with Bubbles by Thomas Peace 2013

Bre with Bubbles by Thomas Peace 2013

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Communing with Nature…

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.   To have a close and profound relationship with nature, one must give up the mental symbolism (as words) that one was taught to observe through (and function as).  It can only be done without methods and sequential procedures (that were taught to you)… for time is not a factor when being in deep communion with (and as) nature.  When spacial separation, labeling, categorization, and learned recognition come (naturally) to an end (without the effort that time involves), then one — if one is lucky — may, in a most beautiful stillness, be truly in communion with nature.

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Friend (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Friend (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Friend (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Friend (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

F(3) by Thomas Peace 2013

F(3) by Thomas Peace 2013

F (4) by Thomas Peace 2013

F (4) by Thomas Peace 2013

F (5) by Thomas Peace 2013

F (5) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Early Valentine…

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.      from E. E. Cummings:

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.     never could anyone

.     who simply lives to die

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.     but always everything

.     which only dies to grow

.     can guess and as for spring

.     she’ll be the first to know

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Two-lips for Valentines... by Thomas Peace 2013

Two-lips for Valentines… by Thomas Peace 2013

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You Are What You Perceive (Part 2… Don’t Be Hysterical About It!)…

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Although the wise man lucidly understands that (psychologically) the “perceiver” is “the perceived”… he (or she) does not let that “lucidity” ever become detrimental to his/her holistic integrity and order.   In other words, seeing something that is rather ludicrous, or ugly, crude or crass… does not, in essence, ever nullify the sagacity and beautiful order of a true (integral) wise man.  (Currently, there is plenty of manmade disorder all around, in society, that can be observed; however, that need not curtail the order within a truly decent, aware, orderly, compassionate being.)

Therefore it can be said:

You are not separate from what your perceptions are.   However, if you perceive something that is rather ludicrous or disorderly… it does not transfer that state (of disorder) to you.

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                                  Hysteria

 

from: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

S she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: “If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden …” I decided that if the
shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
and I concentrated my attention with careful
subtlety to this end.
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You (psychologically) are what you perceive

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One of the chief attributes of a truly sagacious mind is to look at things without the dichotomy between the “observer” and “the observed.”   The “observer” is not truly separate from “the observed”; you are not separate from what your perceptions are.

It is easy to crassly think that one is separate from the perceptions that one experiences.  Multitudes of crude, base organisms can easily think and perceive in such a manner.  The truly wise, however, acutely perceive beyond these primordial demarcations and boundaries.  The truly sacred does not ever pass through what is crooked and distorted; it only visits (and goes through) what is straight, non-separated, direct, and true.

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THERE was a child went forth every day;

And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;

And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of

the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child,

And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and red

clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird,

And the Third-month lambs, and the sow’s pink-faint litter, and the

mare’s foal, and the cow’s calf,

And the noisy brood of the barn-yard, or by the mire of the pond-

side,

And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there–and the

beautiful curious liquid,

And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads–all became part

of him.

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of

him;

Winter-grain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow corn, and the

esculent roots of the garden,

And the apple-trees cover’d with blossoms, and the fruit afterward,

and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road;

And the old drunkard staggering home from the out-house of the

tavern, whence he had lately risen,

And the school-mistress that pass’d on her way to the school,

And the friendly boys that pass’d–and the quarrelsome boys,

And the tidy and fresh-cheek’d girls–and the barefoot negro boy and

girl,

And all the changes of city and country, wherever he went.

His own parents,

He that had father’d him, and she that had conceiv’d him in her womb,

and birth’d him,

They gave this child more of themselves than that;

They gave him afterward every day–they became part of him.

The mother at home, quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table;

The mother with mild words–clean her cap and gown, a wholesome odor

falling off her person and clothes as she walks by;

The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, anger’d, unjust;

The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,

The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture–the

yearning and swelling heart,

Affection that will not be gainsay’d–the sense of what is real–the

thought if, after all, it should prove unreal,

The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time–the curious

whether and how,

Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?

Men and women crowding fast in the streets–if they are not flashes

and specks, what are they?

The streets themselves, and the façades of houses, and goods in the

windows,

Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank’d wharves–the huge crossing at the

ferries,

The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset–the river

between,

Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of

white or brown, three miles off,

The schooner near by, sleepily dropping down the tide–the little

boat slack-tow’d astern,

The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,

The strata of color’d clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint, away

solitary by itself–the spread of purity it lies motionless in,

The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh

and shore mud;

These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now

goes, and will always go forth every day.

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(Left click on image to enlarge; hit left “return arrow” to return.)

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Four at the Clover Table... by Thomas Peace 2013

Four at the Clover Table… by Thomas Peace 2013

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We hold our hands together… be the sunshine…

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Without the things that you perceive… you (as you are) wouldn’t exist.  Consciousness (largely) is what it perceives.  So the next time that you see something, realize (please) that you are not (in essence) separate from it (i.e., you are not separate from your perceptions).  What you see is a part of what you are.  When you see some beautiful sunshine… it is you.  When you see the atrocity (i.e., darkness) of man to man — or the (brilliant) heartfelt compassion of man to man — it is you.  The perceiver is the perceived.  In deep wisdom, there is only a perceiving… and that perceiving (if it is seen sagaciously) is eternal.
This, believe it or not, is applicable fundamentally at our core… besides perceptually; we are not separate from each other; we are all one.  You can hold your hands apart… but they are not separate.  The left hand can “think” that it is apart from the right hand, but it is not.  Hold something within your hand; it is — in a big way — you.
The following is an excerpt of lyrics from Anderson Bruford  Wakeman Howe… the self-titled album by four alumni of the progressive rock group Yes:  Jon Anderson, Bill Bruford, Rick Wakeman, and Steve Howe.  (Jon Anderson, the alumni singer of Yes, gave me permission to include the lyrics of a couple of his songs within my book.  He offered these lyrics free of charge… which is awesome!)
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Excerpt from Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe (Live)— with lyrics edited, by Thomas Peace, to hopefully more accurately depict (more than what most online lyric sites offer) the live, true vocalizations:
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Always the way it seems
Just hear your voice
In all the songs of the earth
Nothing can come between us
You’re a brother of mine
We hold our hands together
Be the sunshine
Nothing can come between us
Be the sisters of time
Just hear your voice
in all the songs of the earth
Nothing can come between us
Nothing can come between us
Nothing can come between us
So give it all the love you have
Never be afraid to show your heart
So give it all the love you have
There is a special reason to come true
So giving all the love you have
Never be afraid to show your heart
So give it all the love you have
There is a special reason
There is a special reason this time
Long lost brother of mine
Seeing your life for the first time
Long lost brother of mine
Watching me walk in the full moon
Long lost brother of mine
Waking this dream everlasting
Long lost brother of mine
Seeing my life for the first time
Long lost brother of mine
Seeing me fly like an eagle
Long lost brother of mine
Watching me walk in the full moon
Long lost brother of mine
Seeing my life for the first time
Long lost brother of mine
Waking this dream everlasting
So it’s there
Putting one into one special reason
Yes it’s there
Putting “one into one one another”…
Sure can! Sure can! Sure can!
It’s a certain dimension
Coming at us for the very first time
It’s the second attention
Realising it all of the time
Re-defining this long lost passion
For the living we’re in
This will be the first of many
I be telling you
Long lost brother of mine
Walking away from illusion
Long lost brother of mine
Singing the sisters of freedom
Long lost brother of mine
Seeing the fathers of wisdom
Long lost brother of mine
Seeing my life for the first time
So it’s there, putting one into one special reason
Yes it’s there, putting “one into one one another”…
So it’s there, putting one into one special reason
Yes it’s there, you can see what you want to see
Long lost brother of mine…
Long lost brother of mine…
Long lost brother of mine…
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Enlightenment…

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.      These eager business aims — books, politics, art, amours,

.      To utter nothingness?

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The Royal Monarch that isn’t just for show…

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Like a Grey Rock Wandering…

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.      believe — separate.   All creatures are (together) one.  Not many

.      creatures fully realize this. 

.      I (in my six-legged greyness) am supposed

.      to “blend in”… so that you do not see me.   But, you see me.  Speak

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a like a grey rock...  by Thomas Peace 2013

a like a grey rock… by Thomas Peace 2013

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Thinking, per se, is rather cold and empty…

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.     Thinking, per se, is rather cold and empty.  All thoughts are symbols.  They are fragmentary tokens and representations that we “fabricate” about what reality may be.  They (i.e., thoughts) are tools for dealing with the reality; however, they are not the reality.  The idea of moving deeply through a warm beach full of sparsely clothed, beautiful people (who worship you) doesn’t give one (in the end) a sunburn.  Yet most of us dwell as these “virtual,” symbolic representations almost all of the time… rarely, if ever, going beyond them.  

Exclusively remaining in (and “as”) thought… is a form of suffering.  Thinking is always “about” the reality; it is never the actuality of the reality.  Remaining as “the virtual” is like staying within a computer world… accepting it to be essentially true.  

Unfortunately, very few (these days) actually go beyond the symbolic tools that they were programmed to become.

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Thought is false happiness:the idea
That by thinking one can
Or may, penetrate, not may,
But can, that one is sure to be able – 

That there lies at the end of thought
A foyer of the spirit in a landscape
Of the mind, in which we sit
And wear humanity’s bleak crown;

In which we read the critique of paradise
And say it is the work
Of a comedian, this critique,
In which we sit and breathe

An innocence of an absolute,
False happiness, since we know that we use
Only the eye as faculty, that the mind
Is the eye, and that this landscape of the mind

Is a landscape only of the eye, and that
We are ignorant men incapable
Of the least, minor, vital metaphor, content,
At last, there, when it turns out to be here.

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Trees on the Beach by Thomas Peace 2013

Trees on the Beach by Thomas Peace 2013

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Stopping violence isn’t easy…

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.      The sharper men’s weapons,

.      The more trouble in the land.

.      The more ingenious and clever men are,

.      The more strange things happen.

.      The more rules and regulations,

.      The more thieves and robbers.

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Suffering is universal; we are all part of the totality of it…

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.     Suffering is universal; we are all part of the totality of it… and (together) we can go beyond it.  

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I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the treacherous seducer
of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
hid—I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and
prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors casting lots who
shall be kill’d, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these—All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look
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See, hear, and am silent.

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Purple Passion... photo by Thomas Peace 2013

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