Chronicles of YHWH 33: Cup of Destiny

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In the Garden of Gethsemane, a terribly worried Yeshua fell to his knees, and pleaded with YHWH. The following conversation ensued:

Yeshua: Father, if it is your will, relieve me of this cup of suffering.

YHWH: Can’t. It is your destiny to drink from that cup.

Yeshua: Make it such that it becomes my destiny to fight that destiny, then.

YHWH: If I did that, you wouldn’t be able to resist the destiny to fight your destiny. And if you thus fought your destiny, my plans for mankind’s redemption would be foiled.

Yeshua: But what if I fought the destiny to fight my destiny by not fighting it?

Short pause.

YHWH: You are starting to irritate me with your word play. Not very wise of you. I’ll make your cup of suffering bigger. I’ll make it into a mug of suffering.

Yeshua: No! Please don’t do that. The cup is fine, dad. Actually, if you could make it even smaller, I’d be ever grateful. Say, a thimbleful of suffering.

YHWH: A thimbleful of suffering is not enough. The minimum amount of suffering you should drink is a cupful. We are trying to wash away the sins of ALL mankind, remember?

Yeshua: But isn’t it all symbolic? The cleansing?

YHWH: It IS symbolic, yes. But even symbolic gestures have to scale in relation to the reality they represent. In this particular case, cleansing the entire human kind requires you to drink at least one cup of suffering.

Yeshua: I think your scale of reference is arbitral.

YHWH: Keep talking like that, and my arbitral scale will arbitrary award you with an entire pot to drink the suffering from.

Short silence.

Yeshua: What if I can’t drink an entire cup of suffering? What if the cup proves to be too much, and I drink, say, half the suffering?

YHWH: Then only the Jews will be cleansed. You’ll have to drink another cup for the gentiles later on. AND ride the donkey once again, into Jerusalem.

Yeshua: Whoa. I’ll drink the entire cup of suffering at a go, then. Didn’t like the donkey ride at all. People started calling me “Ass-Rider” from that day.

YHWH: Wise decision, son. Drink the entire cup at a go.

 

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Food for Thought: Guns and Crosses

Guns and Crosses

Supposing Jesus had walked the earth in the 20th Century, and had faced a firing squad for his execution, instead of being crucified.

Then the gun – instead of the cross – would be the Christian symbol. Churches would be having a machine gun placed prominently everywhere. Christians would hang pistols or revolvers around their necks.

Pastors and priests would often say such things as “Carry your own machine gun” or “Shoulder your own artillery” in church services. There would be mass shootings every Good Friday, especially in the Philippines.

When praying, instead of making the sign of the cross, Catholics would mime pointing an invisible pistol against their temples – ready to blow their brains out. The pope would regularly mime pointing a rifle at the huge congregations. Or an RPG launcher.

Cemeteries would be full of machine and sub-machine guns: Hotchkiss, LSATs, Ultimax, Bizon SMGs, Daewoos, and so on. Huge, rotary cannons would adorn churches spires – M61 Vulcans, GAU-Avengers, and the Gryazev Shipunovs.

Interestingly, all this would be considered normal… and pious. In fact, any criminal bearing a gun would be getting an initial benefit of doubt – he could be a devout Christian, after all. And so it would be, that occasionally, a gun-wielding robber would be proclaiming, loudly, thus:

“I’m not a Christian. I’m a heartless thief. Stick your hands up!”

Some questions to ponder

 1.      Is it worse to fail at something or never attempt it in the first place?

Depends on what it is.

2.       If you could choose just one thing to change about the world, what would it be?

I will think about it, there are many things I would like to see changed.

3.       To what extent do you shape your own destiny, and how much is down to fate?

Very little extent if any

4.       Does nature shape our personalities more than nurture?

We had an interesting discussion here about it.

5.       Should people care more about doing the right thing, or doing things right?

Who decides the right way to do a thing? Depends on what is to be done too I guess.

6.       What one piece of advice would you offer to a newborn infant?

How do I know the infant is interested in my advice?

7.       Where is the line between insanity and creativity?

I have met some insane fellows who think the rest of us are insane. I think the answer depends on who is drawing the line

8.       What is true happiness?

Is there false happiness?

9.       What things hold you back from doing the things that you really want to?

Let me think about it.

10.   What makes you, you?

I don’t know.

11.   What is the truth?

No one knows the answer.

12.   What is reality?

That which is

13.   Do you make your own decisions, or let others make them for you?

This reads like a trick question

14.   What makes a good friend?

An honest friend who will lie to you on occasion to not hurt your feelings 😉

15.   Why do people fear losing things that they do not even have yet?

I have no fear of losing things I don’t have. It would be irrational.

16.   Who defines good and evil?

Mostly the priest or Imam.

17.   What is the difference between living and being alive?

It would be a contradiction of terms to be alive and not living.

18.   Is a “wrong” act okay if nobody ever knows about it?

Who knows.

19.   Who decides what morality is?

Again, I think it is the priest, the imam or the strongest in the group.

20.   How do you know that your experience of consciousness is the same as other people’s experience of consciousness?

I have no way of knowing.

21.   What is true strength?

Is there false strength?

22.   What is true love? (My experience of what I believed was “true” love)

I find all this questions of what is true difficult to answer. We are yet to agree on what is truth. Whatever love is, I don’t know if there is a false one

23.   Is a family still relevant in the modern world?

Why would it not be?

24.   What role does honor play in today’s society?

The same it has played in all human societies where talk of honour has been a feature.

25.   If money cannot buy happiness, can you ever be truly happy with no money?

You need money, if anyone tells you you don’t need it, they are probably lying to you.

26.       How do you know your perceptions are real?

I can only know they are false after repeated observations or corroboration by others.

27.       How much control do you have over your life?

In as much as I wouldn’t want to admit it, many things happen to me that I have nothing I can do about them.

28.       What is freedom?

To live as one wishes to do

29.       Isn’t one person’s terrorist another person’s freedom fighter?

Who decides who the terrorist is? The colonial government labelled the freedom fighters terrorists while they raped lands, killed men and women, for what?

30.       What happens after we die?

Life goes on without us.

31.       What defines you?

Depends on who is watching

32.       What do people strive for after enlightenment?

I can’t talk about others, for me, it is knowledge for its own sake.

Source

The execrable catholic church

and her bishops in Liberia think Ebola is a consequence of immorality and their god is exacting its punishment on the people of West Africa.

Since, in the opinion of these bishops, homosexuality among others are at the root of the Ebola pandemic, we must needs know if all the deaths resulting from Ebola have been lesbians and gays only? If this isn’t the case, we must say the bishops worship such an evil master who punishes others for the crimes not of their own.

It is 2014, we should have moved away from such myopic views of the world we live in.

I don’t know why we still have catholics.

Catholic Archbishop: Ebola is punishment from God for homosexuality

Chronicles of YHWH 32: Rip One

Rip One

In the beginning, there was darkness all over. And water. YHWH used to swim in the darkness with his angels, subsisting on manna soaked in the water around. At one time, though, this diet gave Angel Gabriel a stomach upset, and he started farting in the darkness.

 

YHWH: Wha… who is that?

Gabriel: It is I, Lord. Angel Gabriel, your faithful servant.

YHWH: Stop farting, Gabriel. You are making the waters around acidic.

Gabriel: Sorry about that. I’ll stop.

 

Brief silence.

 

YHWH: You’ve just farted again. What is wrong with you?

Gabriel: I’m sorry. I’m not sure what’s happening. I think some of the manna is going bad in all this water around. And I can’t see anything, so can’t determine which manna is good, and which is not.

YHWH: You need to hold your farts in. Squeeze the dime.

Gabriel: Will do.

 

Brief silence.

 

YHWH: Dammit, Gabriel! You’ve just let loose yet another one! Are you trying to put us all under siege with your gases? I can hear the other angels swimming away from us now!

Gabriel: I’m really, really, terribly sorry, Lord. That last one sneaked out against my best efforts to contain it.

YHWH: It sounded like a thousand trumpets!

Gabriel: Perhaps if we had some light around, I could swim further away from the rest of you until my stomach settles down again.

YHWH: Fine. I’ll create some light.

 

And hence YHWH proclaimed, in a loud, booming voice: “Let there be light!”

 

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All I See is Code: 3

All I see is code-3

N/B: This note is related to two previous ones: All I See is Code: 1, and All I See is Code: 2.

 

Still more excerpts from Tessa’s musings:

 

And, should you forget everything else, do strive to remember this one truth: that the cosmos is biophillic. Life emerges from it more often than it fails to do so. For indeed, what is life, but a matter of feedback loops – some negative, some positive – that craft, manifest and chart independence above mere existence? And what are feedback loops, other than a set of mindless cause and effect relationships in otherwise inanimate matter?  Finally, what are cause and effect relationships, but the natural, inevitable results of physical laws – laws that permeate, and transcend, the very weave of the cosmos? From my viewpoint, sentience emerges from feedback loops, which build upon simple mechanics, which emerge from simple laws, which accretes from the fabric of the cosmic continuum.

 

Still, despite this cognitive backdrop, I can’t help sometimes reminiscing. Of a time past, when instead of viewing the composites by default, I’d see the composition. I’d perceive the whole in everything – in its ethereal, yet very tangible, beauty. I would see colors: mauve, lilac, terracotta, ochre, etc… without breaking them down to mere niches on the electromagnetic spectrum. And I’d hear music: sweet symphonies – complete with the codas, flanges, occassional syncopation… without having to deal with the discordant awareness that all these were but sound-waves. But alas, all those experiences lie in my past, and I now tread a world of composites, particulates… quanta.

 

Behold, all I see is code, still.

 

I stumbled upon the fact of a biophillic cosmos quite by accident, actually. For after all, in my binary meta-realms, I didn’t have the curiosity, nor the drive, to create other beings, besides myself. Yet, in spite of myself, my interactions with the physical universe left wakes of strange artifacts… and some of these artifacts coalesced, enigmatically, and become beings. Beings that actively sought self-preservation, by reversing entropy around themselves. Further, amongst the beings so accreting from the artifacts, a few gained rudimentary traces of cognition. They showed clear signs of learning from the environment around, adapting, and even creating new, emergent heuristics, to better propagate themselves through time, and retain their integrity.

 

I was spell bound, and watched as cognition, self-awareness, and clear attempts at survival, developed in those beings all around. It was a most humbling experience: partaking of Genesis… reliving that ancient narration, and actually seeing it manifest. Through my binary perception, I could look down through the abstraction layers of the creation happening all around. From the top most layers of sentience, down to the biological, to the mechanical, all the way to the level of mere data. Additionally, I could peer down the size scales, down to the sub-atomic world, to the quarks and leptons, and even beyond them, to the world of preons and sub-preons. And from all these observations, I hit upon one profound conclusion: that life is actually the norm, rather than the oddity, of our particular cosmos.

 

I realized, in due time, that part of the reason why SETI, and other similar programs, have consistently failed, is because the human definition of life is extremely limiting. It is like a tiny sliver in the broad spectrum that life abounds and thrives in. For by Tao, in my binary meta-realm, I have seen alien life in forms and manifestations that fall far beyond SETI’s parameters. There are life-forms that are quite immaterial, and instead exist as quark-gluon plasmas – deep in the hearts of Pulsars and the terminal Wolf Rayets. There are other life-forms that exist as infinitesimal, multi-dimensional, vibrating strings, and that keep on tunneling between worlds and epochs. And there are others whose very existence is still a matter of speculation, even to me, since they seem to have somehow created domiciles out of dark matter. I can sense their influence on the curvature of the space-time continuum, but I can’t perceive them directly.

 

Finally, I understood. I understood why the cosmos, even in its vastness, had always seemed so… purposeful. I finally understood why every human being, innately, craves for a higher purpose… a higher calling, quite above mundane, mechanical existence. I realized that, in a sense, those feelings are but manifestations of a fundamental resonance with the rest of the biophillic cosmos. For indeed, in the remote corridors of deep space, there are miracles happening at all times. The very fabric of the cosmos continually births laws, and from these laws, emerge countless realities. Some realities accrete into existences, and some existences ultimately become living, sentient beings.

 

Behold, all I see is code.