hmm? i think i already commented on the history of religions but that might have been a diff. post, somewhere i said the earliest religion or religious icon that has been found is the goddess religion and the small statue is carbon dated at around 30,000 yrs old, no other religions can date themselves to be that old, before that they were from 8 to 12,000 yrs, quite a spread.

now the statue does not mean that it can be supported by any writings attached to it, but the mere fact that it is that old gives credence to someone worshipping her, maybe more light will be shed on this in the future, maybe even a god statue will be found of the same age in the same area, who knows right.

forgot - the statue has a name - Venus of willendorf.

I was always quite bored with History.

After all, its history.

That's like... so last week.

So bored hey!!!

Well then let me pre-empt some of the posts to come, and offer my motives and fascination for 'history' in general.

I insist in doing so, because I wouldn't want to lose the best 'ON-TOPIC' poster of this thread, ... to boredom.

For me, history of anything, including Hystory of Thought, and History of Language, together with History of Religions, opens my eyes to the opposite of what you suggest 'JB'.

Without realizing the source of an original thought; real source and really original thought, we cannot realize that all we are 'thinking' 'today', as opposed to 'so-yesterday', might be exactly the same thinking that our ancestors thought-up for the first time in human history 2, 3, 4 THOUSAND YEARS AGO, or more.

The thinking is unconsciously and irresponsibly the same, yet one whom ignores history, 'thinks' it original.

Our academic response and anti-thesis to this syndrome, might be the noble goals of the institution of 'doctorate' studies.

Enforcing, or institutionalizing the emergence of new and 'original thinking', into a coherent and cohesive sea of existing 'thinking'

Those thoughts, religious and philosophical concepts, and so on so forth, in their right historical contexts, were truly inspiring, and are still so today, when you take the time to research and study them.

Not to know the source of that which speaks us everyday, or to know so little, and to have the audacity and pretention to 'think' it original, when it is sourced in religious, philosophical, or thinking patterns that are 2,3,4 or more thousand years old, is borderline pathetic!

No offense intended. Just a statement of fact!

Nothing original, nothing new, nothing fresh!!! Just a pretense of original, new and fresh.

So last MILLION weeks!!! to paraphrase yours, in the most profound and respectfull manner JB !!!

:)


Let's know the history of our thinking, such that we can tell the all-so-old word and thought,

...from the 'spoken for the first time' word and tought,

... only true ability or purpose (maybe) of humanity.

Ability which puts into existence for humanity, that which was always, already there, but not yet accessible through 'languaging' for mankind, until someone spoke the original word, and named it!!!

So what are you saying V, that there is nothing new under the sun?

If so, how depressing.

Now history is not only boring, its depressing.

JB

Sorry JB, I 'fired' prematuraly (my post that is), and was editing the last paragraph when you posted yours.

Read the last bit, and tell me if it fills the gap!!!

Thanks Tribo...

I appreciate your concern...

actually now that you mention it...

ready for chapter two ???



last year i did skin my knees,
going too parallel with the train tracks
in the middle of the summer,
with over 90 degree temps
and shorts & tank top & sandals ///

and i bailed big time ...and skid, too...
i was barely creeping over the tracks...

& i just got nailed on my whole right side
scraped my bike seat too & scratches on the bike
& bailed on my shoulder , elbow,
knees & ankle all in one fall...
then the scrapes got infected
in the 110 degree heat last year


so nowwwwwww, i go very carefully ,
very straight across any tracks ,

i am very careful in gravel ...
cause i fell once on gravel too,

so usually i'll just walk the bike
across gravel & rocks...


I was thinking
that if i hurt myself so much
just with a fall from a bicycle,

ohhhh, i don't want to think
of what a tumble
from a motorcycle would be like


and please

all of you who have motorcycles...
be extra careful...

and those who drive other vehicles too
look out please for motorcyclists
and for bicyclists, too by the way

drivers of cars & trucks
can't always see bikers that well...
or aren't paying close attention...

so everyone be careful
and see ya'll later

thnx R, i'll start walking mh harley across the RR tracks to - -hahahaha

Oh, Gosh...Voileazur....

thank you so very much...



i'm sorry it has taken me so long
to get back with you ...
I had to take a break from all of this,
for it really is quite emotional for me...
and i had to deal with some other things, too ///

but upon returning....

ahhhhhhhhhh I feel so relieved & so very thankful...

I want to send everyone big warm waves




of Love & Joy & Understanding


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDuQ0tWc8Q0

these are so beautiful...
a few by Simon And Garfunkel -

The Dangling Conversation

It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.

And you read your Emily ****inson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcGBcJKalrQ


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDuQ0tWc8Q0


"Simon and Garfunkel"

"Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall"
Through the corridors of sleep
Past the shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the
shield of my illusion.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.

The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night
without direction.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.

It's no matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn
'tween joy and sorrow,
So my fantasy
Becomes reality,
And I must be what I must be
and face tomorrow.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FuZ0YvXEvU&feature=related




this next song is sooooo lovely...

i never heard it before...
it's from a 2008 live concert
called Folk Alliance
by Chad & Jeremy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C34ATRkgilw


Distant Shores

Sweet soft summer nights
Dancing shadows in the distant lights
You came for me to follow
And we kissed on distant shores

Long quiet hours of play
Sounds of tomorrow from yesterday
Love came for me to follow
And we kissed on distant shores

The careful glance of children playing
Raindrops fall as if they're saying
Quiet thoughts of you caressed by time

The breeze of summer's gone
Whispered memories as nights grow long
You came for me to follow
And we kissed on distant shores

oh, my gosh...

part of the poet Emily ****inson's name

was automatically deleted from my message

oooohhhh, Jeannie..

Love and hugs to you Sister


I didn't mean for it to appear
that there is nothing new under the sun...


there are new wonderful things
being discovered all the time...



and there are also many things
that keep repeating themselves with slight variations...
from generation to generation...

some of them are wonderful ,

but not all...

and i want to try & break the chain
of certain inherited negative habits
& prejudices in my own upbringing
& thoughts that really bog me down

and those similar traits i often see in others
that bog all of us down
in our collective thinking
& overall attitudes & viewpoints

i sincerely hope you do move it forward abra, it sure needs to, just like religious beliefs -

((((((((Tribo-master))))))))))) just giving ya a big huggles and backing out slowly.......

thnx deb, you to

I am who I am....love me or not......no difference to me...



I Love the Lord God, His Son, and Live by His Word...The Bible....you got a problem with that......oh well get over it.

I love you feralcat!

I love you too JB....big time major......in fact I want to make you a chica......and I would give you the name of Chica-speak-ur-mind....gigglesnort.

you beleive what ever you want ferral, i have no problem with you, you know that. -

Hey 'feral', this is so great!!!

Your 'outburst' just put me in touch with such a rich memory of my beloved 'grandfather'!!!

At family gatherings, he was the ultimate patriarch! Entertaining everyone with war , business, or '...Last time President, or Senator so and so called me for advice!!!...' stories.

After dinner, and with quite a few glasses of his favorite wine flowing through his bloodstream, GranPa would sit with all of us in the large family room, or huge outdoor deck,
... and fall asleep in his favorite chair, often with a 'Monte-Cristo' hanging in the corner of his mouth!

This is the part where you reminded of him 'feral'.
In the middle of his snooze, DISCONNECTED that he was from what everyone else was saying around him, he would raise up from his chair and loudly profess something like ...

'... FREEDOM!!! FREEDOM!!! Fight for FREEDOM with all your heart, and every once of energy, or risk dying from facism!!!...'

He would sit right back down in his chair, not having lost a wink of sleep!

Everyone would kind of be silent for the 15 seconds it took him to deliver his 'non-sequitour' comment. Some would be betting on prediciting the exact time it would happen after dinner, others would matter of factly warn the youngs ones not to talk during the 'moment', and each conversations would carry on from the exact point they were interrupted.

Everyone would get a chuckle out of 'granpa's non-sequitours'.

The comments never really meant anything, nor were they seeking to be addressed or answered, but they so 'out-of-the-blue' entertaining!!!

mmm I bet it was mildly entertaining to the
young ones. For some reason, reading that
made me recollect a grandfather I never knew.