Rem Thingymajiggers again!
Friday 9:30 p.m.
Speculating about stuff you don't understand is quite good fun in certain states. If you drink, there's just the footie and the anatomical arrangements of members of the opposite sex. But in other states, you can talk about angels and Big Bangs and whatnot.
The photon is massless,[6] has no electric charge. So let there be light! It's in the wave particle duality, this light business. I don't get how you can be a ... something and not have any mass. So let's leave that to the Einsteins!
My auld maw said three of her friends from the neighbourhood house thing had died since last week. Two of them were over ninety. Quite a rate of attrition! She also said when she went down to Watford to get married, she got taken to see the first teevee. The Logie Baird show. This was before the war, maybe seventy years ago.
I'm trying to be, conventionally, as boring as possible these days. Sit in the hut. Keep away from flatheids. Don't socialise. Maybe I need to ease up a little. Hmmm? Maybe not!
There are some people who do not sing. They do not dance. They do not laugh. These are certain kinds of Scottishy people. I think it started with the bad weather and then the calvinism kicked in. You get these kinds of Scottishy people predominating among the evil bourgeois you meet in Edinburgh and all the way up the east coast. They're worse than the Germans. They're even worse than the Swedes. It's bad enough being a flatheid without having that kind of burden as well. Don't sing; don't laugh; don't dance.
Lecture 3 from William James in the Varieties of Religious Experience. He was from the Northern Irish/ Scottish Protestants and he probably didn't laugh out loud, or sing, or dance, but he certainly was smart. He probably got by with nervous breakdowns as they do. Anyway, fair play to the boy! He talks in Lecture 3 about believing in things you can't conventionally touch, feel or see. Reads out various accounts of joes and josephines who were enraptured and whatnot in the feeling of being in the presence of something other worldly, and sometimes god. This is a very nice feeling, apparently.
The people who don't sing, laugh or dance probably never get these feelings...like, being in the presence of something which makes them feel joyous. What a shame! Most of my deep dear friends, whom I met at Edinburgh University where these lectures were given, are like that. Except much worse. Dearie me! They don't even know they're just clinging to their miserableness. If it's just a bunch of photons, existence and non-existence arising simultaneously, surely even the happy clappy stupid Christiany folk are better off than them!
No doubt you can get pretty joyous feelings if you thought you were in the presence of ra divine, but you can do ra bliss, ra rapture and ra ecstasy if you just teach yourself to meditate like moi! This is not really as controllable as I'd like, but it's more in your control than getting visitations of god knows what. Are you going to get into ra bliss, Jack? Even just a little good hearted cheerfulness, and a bit of kindness, would go a long way! Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
Speculating about stuff you don't understand is quite good fun in certain states. If you drink, there's just the footie and the anatomical arrangements of members of the opposite sex. But in other states, you can talk about angels and Big Bangs and whatnot.
The photon is massless,[6] has no electric charge. So let there be light! It's in the wave particle duality, this light business. I don't get how you can be a ... something and not have any mass. So let's leave that to the Einsteins!
My auld maw said three of her friends from the neighbourhood house thing had died since last week. Two of them were over ninety. Quite a rate of attrition! She also said when she went down to Watford to get married, she got taken to see the first teevee. The Logie Baird show. This was before the war, maybe seventy years ago.
I'm trying to be, conventionally, as boring as possible these days. Sit in the hut. Keep away from flatheids. Don't socialise. Maybe I need to ease up a little. Hmmm? Maybe not!
There are some people who do not sing. They do not dance. They do not laugh. These are certain kinds of Scottishy people. I think it started with the bad weather and then the calvinism kicked in. You get these kinds of Scottishy people predominating among the evil bourgeois you meet in Edinburgh and all the way up the east coast. They're worse than the Germans. They're even worse than the Swedes. It's bad enough being a flatheid without having that kind of burden as well. Don't sing; don't laugh; don't dance.
Lecture 3 from William James in the Varieties of Religious Experience. He was from the Northern Irish/ Scottish Protestants and he probably didn't laugh out loud, or sing, or dance, but he certainly was smart. He probably got by with nervous breakdowns as they do. Anyway, fair play to the boy! He talks in Lecture 3 about believing in things you can't conventionally touch, feel or see. Reads out various accounts of joes and josephines who were enraptured and whatnot in the feeling of being in the presence of something other worldly, and sometimes god. This is a very nice feeling, apparently.
The people who don't sing, laugh or dance probably never get these feelings...like, being in the presence of something which makes them feel joyous. What a shame! Most of my deep dear friends, whom I met at Edinburgh University where these lectures were given, are like that. Except much worse. Dearie me! They don't even know they're just clinging to their miserableness. If it's just a bunch of photons, existence and non-existence arising simultaneously, surely even the happy clappy stupid Christiany folk are better off than them!
No doubt you can get pretty joyous feelings if you thought you were in the presence of ra divine, but you can do ra bliss, ra rapture and ra ecstasy if you just teach yourself to meditate like moi! This is not really as controllable as I'd like, but it's more in your control than getting visitations of god knows what. Are you going to get into ra bliss, Jack? Even just a little good hearted cheerfulness, and a bit of kindness, would go a long way! Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
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