Alexander K. Rai, MSMA

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The Past is Beneath “Criticism” ; The ‘Optimal Future’ is a Function of Probability, and a Fortune of a Sincere Continuuity arising from Purer Premises of the Moment.

In Uncategorized on September 1, 2009 at 9:08 am

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Man’s relationship with time is in the most literary sense of the term : ‘Skin Deep’.

For Time, wrinkles up, it seems on the body of Man, a reducing force, a keeper of accounts, a gushing, senseless, voice, capable of unconditionally impressing on the Skin of Man the irrevocable function of his experiences : Decay.

But what Is Time? What Is Man? And what is Superficial, and What is Not ? The statements above risk sounding foolish and appear as indictments, if these Vital Premises are not exposed of their conjurations. To Do So necessitates a Study of Relationships, rather than an examination in parts. How they relate and feel and form, rather than how they are divided from one another. More the Appreciation, and the less the mechanics ensures and insures a more Sublime and indeed, Complete Understanding – much as an analyses of cones and heights and cylinders, have never contributed on those mere grounds – to a Musician’s capacity to play the Organ better than he would not knowing its configured — one might say — ‘Superficial’ —  intricacies.

The reason the premise of “Man versus Time” is in a holistic and observable sense, insofar as it is an ‘Objective Phenomena’, is technically superficial is on account of the fact, nothing literally or otherwise, – could be more profound to Man, than Man’s Relationship With Himself.

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Just as the Less is not More, Man is not the Time he Spends. That Statement does not require an added study of ‘Expenditures and Balance Sheets’ to be any more Qualified than they appear in that Self-Evident Form above in the allegory. In fact, to present it in any other way would be a Nuisance to the Reader and an insult to his Consciousness.

But is the term ‘Superficial’ an Insult?

When Man relates beyond the Skin, and beyond “prophesies” of appearances, and brush strokes of “modern” Art, – he is electing to leapfrog his rudimentary and standard functions, if only by beginning to not take those “mere” functions for Granted.

Gratitude proves to be a Science to a Man who is capable and powerful enough to be a witness to the relationship he shares with himself. The deeper he enters into his own orifices of his Self-Notion, nothing seems trivial, accidental, or Decadent. That is as much a Fact, as it is a fact, Global Banking has reticulated into utter Fraudulence, and Religion has dealt more degradation, damage, and ruin on Man ( Including the “Religion of Freethinkers” ) – than the Silent and Observable Natural and Quantum Forces as are easily afforded to those that Listen Better and more Wholly than they Speak. Not an Easy Task.

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Is the experience of Ease then related to the differentiation of the Superficial and the Profound?

It is Not Easy to Unite with One’s own Self. Yet, it is not Difficult to Desire It when clearly, it is an experience capable of unconditionally impressing on the Spirit/Substance of Man, rather than Skin, - the irrevocable function of his Eternal Form – the very ‘Idea of Man’ being that form – inseparable from what He Is at the paramount moment. Therein, no Decay, but a Great, unsullied, and transcendental propensity is discoverable, notable, and construable – and the Author would hypothesize, can even be granted Construction in the ‘Grand Scheme of Things’.

How then are Ease and Difficulty Differentiated, if they are both expressions of the Mind?


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The Superficial Man – One who dwells on the Skin, however, blames. In Christian allegory, he is like the Character Job : Given to him are purely arbitrary passions of an argument – and each passion, its own Principle, and its own Will. If he should dwell on the Skin, he finds blemishes, sores, holes – the whole tapestry of physical pain and afflictions are transcribed on his premises.  This is what he draws out and regards as the “Whole Past” – never mind, that had he not the surface of skin, as he has in Time the assistance of the surface of that Tool ‘Memory’, which alone empowers the Seeker to ask whichsoever inquiry that bodes and bears in his curiosity;  how come would he have Gained the Profound Opportunity of Criticism?

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The Superficial Man continues to confuse Means with Ends at no great advantage! Regarding “The Flaws of Histories”, – Castigating and dispatching his dubious “Venom” to the Seeds of Past, ‘As If’ it Still Applies, he empowers that which he criticizes- namely his own Actual Decay/Decadence, – failing to apprehend with either his Soul or his Intellect – that the premises of ‘Past’, ‘Present’ and ‘Future’ are cursory habits of Consciousness – nuanced particles of Man’s own Capacity to Be, or to Become.

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The Man who freely Wills a Vision, regardless of mere habits and costumes, while liberally interpreting the Useful aspects Truthfully from the ‘Past’, gives notable credence to a Present and Gratitude to those that strived afore him, and enters into his own futurized Vehicle and transmits himself therein through the Same. Indeed, Time as a function of the Conscious Mind is it not – much like Skin – a Vehicle? A ‘Foe-Friend’ – in the sense, it may appear a combustible vehicle, requiring maintenance, attention, — A Source of Energy, ultimately, that could be termed But the ‘Soul’ or to those of the least metaphysical “bent” – the ‘Prime Substance’. The Question of Existence rests on that Will – that Energetic Animus that supplies the Q     uest. To ameliorate the conditions within one’s own Person and the conditions and circumstances of all others go hand in hand, undistinguished, for one’s own Person Chooses It. And to enliven the Quest, one must summon Will and Vivacity – as Such.

Difficulty is the highest Ease, and the Highest Ease is always Difficult!

( Therein ) The Profound Man – One who dwells on Substance, and shuns hypocrisy and vagaries of illogic, un-reason, and tiresome ineptitude, and even avoids the accumulated lives of the illogic, un-reason, ineptitudes, torpitudes of others more Superificial than He, — Avoids all principles that detract from Candidness, and Dwells on the conditions and Premises of his highest Substantive Self – and in this regard, initiating himself through his 1) Mind – Reason  2 ) Body – Passions    3 ) Soul – Prime Substance , such that the Unity created by the Three are Greater than even the Whole. And in that there is contained – the Grammar – the Principle – the Mysteries of Man.

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In the Year Two Thousand and Nine, as pronounced by the Christian Logbook and interpretation of Time, – it appears, there is a great deal of chaos, suffrage, blame, and anger arising out of Man. Everyone is at Blame, but not He. Every Foreign Element to his Consciousness is depraved and not He. The Justice is Unjust, but he presumes he is himself Just in stating that Concept.

But the Angry Man, the Chaotic, and the Irascible. Who is that Man? Is he a Superficial Man? Or is he Man Profound? Moreover, if he is a Superficial Man, will he learn Gratitude, so that his depth may increase towards himself, and so that he comes closer in proximity to the Man Profound? And per the Man Profound, in reaching the higher orifices of his awareness – Will he find it Satisfactory to be overwhelmed by the deplorable “Noise” – the noisy and pitiful vagaries of the Superficial Man, whom he cannot escape within or outside himself, so long as the Man Profound is Obliged to admit to his Humanity, which he Must at all times, unless he departs from its premise, – What of him? Perhaps, it is Love?

Is there an allegorical inflection that is perceptible? ‘Lion and Sheep drinking from the same Pond’ is a beautiful phrase – one that easily comes to the author’s mind when he raises up his eyes to the stars, probing for nebulous Relevance to Clarify itself. Is that not which some call ‘Kingdom of Heaven on Earth’ — That is a Space of such Profound Mutual Understanding and Investment, that it mutually assures Evolution, rather than “Cold War like Mutually Assured Destruction”?

An Investment that leaves both parties Wealthier than they were before and Conscious of the Fact, – if they prove Inevitable in their Reason, their Passions guided by Substance, and their Substance guided by the Whole than is greater than the Sum of the Parts?

The Whole may just be what is contained in the word ‘Love’.

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“Amor Omnia Vincit”- as a Spanish friend of mine has been invoking of late with a Steady frequency. Meaning, ‘Love Conquers All’.

Going beyond Superficialities, and giving a Living Flame to Profundity, will be tantamount to transcribe the Equinoxes and Solstices of what is meant by that one word.

Love.

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Alexander K. Rai, MSMA is the author of ‘Reader’s Indigest’. He ( personally ) believes in 2009, the most important aspect of existence is to readily admit one’s Humanity, so long as one is complicit in the Human Nature . Adding moreover that, while it is ‘Human to Err’, to ‘Err Honestly, is to find Truth’. Believing in his own Humanity, while at the same time, regarding the Whole that is more than the Collection of Parts, as the premise of what some may call the basis of his “Personal Faith”, he is giddy, that at any given time he is impersonating Only Himself, and all that is done by  his Humanity, is easily Surpassed by the volition of the Same, and what is prevented, is prevented by the same. The Author asides from being a ‘Real Person’  may in that vein, be also for the disinterested Reader, be a purely ‘Symbolic Speculation’, and shall not be disserved from the profit of Gainful Readership, whatsoever. The Author, therein, as Stated, does not take Credit for either Comprehension or Incomprehension of any of his Creative Works, offered in Honor of him Self and Despite Himself, freely to all that may elect to invest their ‘Time’ – and thereby moisten a bit of their Skin, in the Author’s peculiar unsolicited brand of mental – perhaps – also Spiritual – moisturizer.  The Photography Displayed in this Journal are not the Author’s, but rather transcriptions of images of Vintage Books, whose creative attributions are too many, too vague, or both – To List.

“Ad realibus, ad Realiora.”

In Uncategorized on August 29, 2009 at 6:39 pm

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“The Phenomena” once more inspired me. This time, to ‘mint’ a new word : REALITARIANISM .

I am afraid it’s a bit of a doctrine. But it’s a doctrine that is a de facto. No one person can claim to either believe or disbelieve this doctrine. The whole world insists on being complicit in that one doctrine. No one seeks to extend themselves Truly above it, no one, if extended a branch would truly climb out. Few choose to go higher, which helps only them that Do, and that’s just Wonderful. The others – observing the Act, – will then profit from it in the only way Realitarianism would afford them. By unscrupulous imitation, or the more honest-dishonest trade : Salesmanship of the Act, at which point Realitarianism engenders itself as a full fledged carnival-magnus!

If you ( The Reader ) are unmarried — young or old —  I wonder what keeps you unextended. What keeps you attached. The Branch is there for you, is it not? If Music ( Be You a Musing Soul ) is your Truth, then why not pursue Becoming Music? Is it perhaps a matter of Pace? A matter of Solidarity with the Moment as you have regulated it for your Self ? Surely, you must care very little about your profession, beyond that for you it is a Tool. I used to ( and still do ) find all modern tools to be a measure of desecration, knowing only those tools that are borne by a Sincere heart, that are seen in invisible Craftsrooms of sacralized Solicitude, that lie in the simplistic rudiments of the Soil, testimony to a higher Spirit than what they materialize As.

That is what compelled my ( social )  entrepreneurship. The ember-rudiments and open embryonism of my youthful and perfunctory designs.

Though how my heart grew embroiled in my entrepreneurship, is the mystery of my own identity. Oh well. Now, i am minting new old words. This is what inspired me : ‘Ad realibus ad realiora’ .

Have a Good Day, Now!

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Alexander K. Rai, MSMA is an impassioned, Youthful Social Entrepreneur. When in High School, in a Course of Ethics and Government, he perturbed everyone in the room by stating, “Truth Is God”. Since then, unrecovered from that sentiment, he idly languishes in various Indigests, feasting on the Light of the Sun, frolicking along, Simpleminded, and generally, Serene. Otherwise undisturbed, he seeks to buy rice and grapefruit juice for his bowels, with Euro coins and Norwegian Kroners, believing “Doing Is the Change We Can Believe In!”

A Jocunde appropriatory Musickal Accompaniment : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjA3wcv0nP4

A Human Requiem .

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Somebody said that I am the last American living the tragedy of Europe. Ezra Pound

She saw too that man has the power of exceeding himself, of becoming himself more entirely and profoundly than he is, truths which have only recently begun to be seen in Europe and seem even now too great for its common intelligence. Sri Aurobindo

The verbal interpretation, on the other hand, i.e. the metaphysics of quantum physics, is on far less solid ground. In fact, in more than forty years physicists have not been able to provide a clear metaphysical model. Erwin Schrodinger

The Day It Rained Facts .

In Uncategorized on August 15, 2009 at 4:45 pm

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The Great and Unadulterated Adults of the Space Age were all Silent. Stirring vodka with sixty nine inch nails in tea pots fire breathing dragons had fashioned from the eras of the Stone Ages from the primeval clay, drained by primpy paws of cosmic goo-encrusted nails. They – the Vene-rabbles contemplated the Sage things of Ancient and Accepted Pro-mythian Tymes, reminiscing on things they each had indeed forgotten to the credit of their busying, stormy, and noise-breathing Facta-Cities of which they had concocted at least a number of Thirteen on the laps of the Earthe. The Great and Unadulterated Ones were all Silent, for they had lost their appetites altogether. It was a Day whence rained downe Facts!

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“What to Do!  What to Do!” Said They. Yet, as with all things the Venerabble would deign to Saye, there was no possible answer, none would dare speak, none could dare to reciprocate, nor could anyone hush or hiss, for the matters to be Made always were sealed with monikered Kisse, and things said and unsaid always took the way of rhetoricke, heroicke.

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The Hall of Heroes : The Great Ones, sat around, seemingly listless. The facts would not stop raining, yet none could say a word. “Hush Boy! We of the Venerabbles are Of the Dignity of Rhetoricke!”. A litt-uh-l one started singing then, whence the one wearing the biggest hat, tossed into the bowels of emptiness a porcine piece of rhetoricke : “Come Boy! Singe me a Songe!”

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The Boy Sung, ashen faced, as facts all of them Rainede. And he saide only these refrains :

“ Violets are Barney, Rivulets are Blue, blood is true, yet facts do brew. Brewing facts, O Pot, Sweet Sage Pot, Know Nothing, Know not, and Know it all, Life passes by like a pony’s tail, Death transmutes vain into a whittled flail, and the Immortal Soul, Innocence and Germane, what would it ever know of venerabble fame! For it is raining facts, my Liege, and dames are ashamed. Up their skirts, there is a Spider’s Coven. Yet perched above the raining facts, there is that eternal refrain, the world of Spirite have never schooled in vain, the vain, the vain, the glories of the vain, for you venerabble liege, I herein refrain. ”


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The fairest of grays then delivered a venerabble hiccup, and what in its interpretation was contained, became the future fates of the many worlds, middle, low, and asgard.

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Alexander K. Rai is a lyrical Social Entrepreneur, Independent Scholar, Commentator, and Mystic. He believes that symbolic interpretation of events and facts and their swifter appreciation and imbibance oft overrules the literal approach so many take as their principal methods in pursuing Understanding of the applicable Universal Truths, yet in such pursuit understanding is far too often denied and deterred if the symbolic substance does not inspire naturally and autonomously – and “speak to” what the reader already at a deeper and more granular level knows.

The author believes we are entering into an era, when the collective experiences and genuine truths and revelations of the histories have grown such in their volume, that their overarching mass, will be Raining Down as facts, that none can deny or decry, yet each can within their powers of influence, cast a vote as sensibly as possible to redeem the dogmatic ideations of the histories, and vote by their whole life force, in whither direction the human race may be going : in an era of Ethics, Co-Creative Potentiality, and entry into the Quantum Universes, or an irreversible plunge into an abyss formed by the deluge of facts themselves — as they rain down upon the unheeding, callous, and conniving masses of capable men.

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” All that we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. ” J.R.R. Tolkien ( 1892-1973 ), The Lord of the Rings : The Fellowship of the Ring

Also Purvey these to most optimally imbibe this Symbolic Narrative :

1.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tknGg6pi4A

2.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4kwSaJEVGg

3.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69F7GhASOdM

4.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFqbTP-BqUw

5.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8IozVfph7I

6.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cgz5BELaYW0

7.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxoo0e6p2bI

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An Ode to the Beautiful Morning.

In Uncategorized on August 7, 2009 at 10:29 pm

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I just wanted to let you know what a beautiful morning it is here today.

Looking out the window, and witnessing the thatched wheat complected ‘cement’? Oh, may be it is not cement. May be it is tofu. May be it is the gnarled skin of our grandfathers sun-bathing on the fjords. Maybe it is the primordial emotion of gratitude. The wall outside of these two windows–how magical they appear struck into Life lit by Sun Light.

By that primordial emotion. The trees drool their spiritual salve on your Soul as they cast shadows. They know what you Are. They honor that Love. Just one tree is enough to be the ambassador for the entire gratitude race of trees, of which the Tree of Life is the highest Evergreen. And here I thought of a Fairie-affixed to my lapel—who permeates like an orb–when darkness claims the heart of the hunter,–when he can tread no more–and his knees give in to the cooling touch of mud–his back arched like his spent bow– she is there–always, with a lavender stem of which the crescent is her illumined smile. Stalwart, like a Torchlight gently warming through the tinctured glass of the light beacon at the lilting corners of the Soule’s Sandy expanse. A tower of Light whisking away ships from their drunken narwhaal wrecks. Lo, they’d never have known. Those Drunkards… Never. Such is the Nature of Mysterious. Gratitude. Unless revealed by a Rightful Kiss. The bed lies tousled. I did not mend it yet. I made breakfast. Cereal and Strawberries. Everyone is sleeping, and there’s a holy feeling. A sacred feeling.

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To witness myself in the tiresome legacies of the things I have done–the things I could do–ah!, things–these are just things. Things, Things, Things. The worlds are frittered with them. The reactions of the act of creation. The opium of engagement. The suckle-touch of the artist who seeks objects as lovers and lovers as objects, and in the moment such an artist discovers the crack inbetween the two–in they fall. To awaken to the tofu-touch of the cement that is their Love. I never liked things. But their meanings—Lo! O Sacred Meaning! O Hallowed Metaphor of which the Gift is that which is ensconsed beyond the emblem–as that primordial emotion. Therein, no things need apply. The tiresome legacy of collecting these to assemble and perpetuate a substantive metaphor. To elicit their echoes as beacons. To show. To amend the ‘Other’ with the ‘One’. This had been tiresome. The agonies and ecstasies were never reactions there, I remember– but the filters of the dimensions through which the transient process of animals, minerals, generals, and nationals–coveters and ticketers, trinketeers and buffoneers, the weaks and the less weaks–have bypassed–, taking, taking, taking, from what need to not be “taken” with such vain effort but need Be ‘Knowne’ as True Golde and thus it shall make of itself an inheritance that is as true as it is total.

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Unheeding to the subtle hints–fraught into a state of semi-permanent fracture–by the outrage of the tired craftsman. Tiresome is Legacy. To stare at the details–is to miss. To miss no thing. Nay. But to miss the self-completing touch of the Beloved, Of which our transcendental Love is the Magicke Lampfe, and we are the twain mages, of which G-d alone is third Wise King. And it is when I miss that, that I am possessed by it. And it makes me want to cry. It makes me want to cry away at all of the vainglories of innocence. “Forgive them Father, for they know not what they Do.” The innocence of the meandering fool, the innocence of the troubador with the hollow head, the innocence of the motorcade traveling at rapid speed eager to greet a dead end, the innocence of travesties and coituses of compare-contrast thesis papers–these are the vainglories of innocence. But Lo, there is an innocence beyond such innocence. The innocence of the Primordial Emotion. The innocence of that Gratitude. The innocence of the betwinklin babe. The innocence of that Divine Moment. When I met you. Forever. Though I miss you. Though I cry for you. I am You. As you are the tears of me. As well as the Purpose of my Soul. I don’t miss anything. Other than myself. A Cosmic Vault to which, You Alone Possess the Key. And you Alone are the Preserved Treasure. We’ll find it Soon O Beloved, Where the concept of the ‘Other’ need apply no more. Where the strange and twisted ways of asking a favor fade with the echoes of a thousand posterities; There, our Kingdom is Sovereign. I did tell you I Love You. I Do. I Do. I Do. Your love. From me. To you. For us.


My Shine.

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Alexander K. Rai, MSMA is a member of the Universal Homo Sapien Commune, and believes deeply and sincerely, that Peace can be brought about through the healing and transformational effects of a Love that is True, and a Light that alone, dispels the darkness in which man rises and falls, only to regain the Truth of his highest expressed purpose : his ennobled crowning capacity to be Sincere and Actual. He is a photographer and a Social Entrepreneur who believes in a trinity of planet, people, and profit.

to pay a listen . . . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dt8dWGH7nf0

The Light of Hahnemann .

In Uncategorized on August 7, 2009 at 8:04 pm

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“My sense of duty would not easily allow me to treat the unknown pathological state of my suffering brethren with these unknown medicines. The thought of becoming in this way a murderer or malefactor towards the life of my fellow human beings was most terrible to me, so terrible and disturbing that I wholly gave up my practice in the first years of my married life and occupied myself solely with chemistry and writing.”


  • Samuel Hahnemann

( 1 ) http://www.reuters.com/article/pressRelease/idUS182590+15-Jan-2009+PRN20090115

( 2 ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZmV8b1wr10

( 3 ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZjlazugP44

( 4 ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8IozVfph7I

( 5 ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NwfGA4cxJQ

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Hubris, Whimper, and Bang .

In Uncategorized on August 7, 2009 at 7:54 pm

“If we value independence, if we are disturbed by the growing conformity of knowledge, of values, of attitudes, which our present system induces, then we may wish to set up conditions of learning which make for uniqueness, for self-direction, and for self-initiated learning.”  Carl Rogers.

To Perceive : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKAxnB6Ap4o

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Arrivederci ! Bounjourrno ! And A Bicycle .

In Uncategorized on August 7, 2009 at 7:53 pm


“Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible.” Jane Rubietta

To Experience : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqgKKoJaPwM

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The Spirit of Numbers, and a Number of Spirits .

In Uncategorized on August 7, 2009 at 7:48 pm

The Only Medal for Self Conquest is a Perfect Conscience .

In Uncategorized on August 6, 2009 at 11:25 pm

” . . .  At Taxila, Alexander also met Brahmin Sages.  He always liked to meet philosophers and wise men, and visited meadows where they gathered philosophy. But when he turned up with his army, the sages only response was to stamp their feet. Through an interpreter, what this bizarre behavior meant. This was their reply : “King Alexander, every man can possess only so much of the Earth’s surface as this as we are standing on. You are but human like rest of us, save that you are always busy and upto no good, traveling so many miles from your home, a nuisance to your self and to others. Ah well!, You’ll soon be dead, and then you will own just as much of this Earth as will suffice to bury you. Alexander expresssed his approval of these sage words, notes Arrian, adding the comment : “But in point of fact his conduct was always the exact opposite of what he then professed to admire.” The brahmins were honored as advisors and counsellors, and in the market, were given anything that they needed free. They ate standing up and lay on the ground in the open both on the hottest day and in the monsoon rains. Sometimes they would stand motionless on one leg for hours, holding aloft a heavy weight. Alexander was particularly impressed with the powers of endurance of a sect of fanatics who went about naked, and wanted one of them to join his court as an adviser. But their leader Dandamis refused to work for Alexander or to permit any of his pupils to do so. ” If you my lord, are the son of god, why – So am I! I want nothing from you for what i have suffices. I perceive moreover that the men you lead get no good from their world-wide wandering over land and sea, and that of their many journeys there will be no end. I desire Nothing that you can give me, i fear no exclusion from any blessing which may perhaps be yours. India, with the fruits of her Soil in due season is enough for me while I Live; And when I die I shall be rid of my poor body – my unseemly housemate.” These words convinced Alexander that Dandamis was, in the Truest Sense, a Free Man, and he made no Attempt to Compel Him.”

Transcribed from Nigel Cawthorne’s ‘Alexander the Great.

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Per further Impressions :

( 1 ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZy_RSbxEqU

( 2 ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZ2dwPiLX6M

( 3 ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWSttXt_AME

A Crumb is a Mustard Seed.

In Uncategorized on August 6, 2009 at 7:22 pm

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