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.

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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In Admiration of my Autobiographer : A Mister Benjamin Maddisson of Southern New Jersey – The Diligent Suburbanite of the Americas of Our Times.

In Uncategorized on August 7, 2009 at 8:46 pm


You’re obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That’s the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world. Octave Mirbeau, Torture Garden, “The Mission,” Chapter 8


As Spring enters robustly, like a gale filled with fragrance, a’tousled with the flung hair of amour, -that is the Spiritual “Hair” rather than the Physical, it is tyme to begin to make a List of Gratitude.

To this end, comes to mind, a young man, from The State of New Jersey (more on my gratitude to the State, later-first the youth concerned!). His name is Benjamin Maddison, a Student of Rutger’s University, last I ‘checked’ studying History and Theology.

Mr. Maddison is a man of exceptional gifts, as any that knew him, as I did, in German Class as ‘coached’ by Frau Llewellyn, and in some other smattering of more mindless classes, than less, I found as a diminutive and decidedly strange colleague to Mr. Maddison, particularly his guffaws to be most instructive.
They were guffaws that would burst out with its own ring of boister, availing one to the notion of a resident personality seeking exposure to a joyful, robust, dionyssian Spirit. That of a man who loves his barrel- be it at the Boston Party of Tea and Tar and Feather, or even the other genus of barrel in which only Irish ale is contained.

Though I never examined deep into his eyes, his mischief was known to be contagious, his use of handkerchiefs common, his habits strangely rounded, but pleasantly so. And of course the guffaw – a transcendental belch of the Inner Spirit.
He found it amusing when the young and curvaceous madamme Cohen and Mr. Andrew sitting betwixt myself, would flirtatiously engage each other under that fine and wonderfully thoughtful, considerate, and noble spirited woman, Frau Llewellyn.
‘Frau’ was a miraculous culmination of Catholic principles and decidedly more Unitarian Synthesis. She was always found to be reasonable, and in her manners she expressed the best essence of Christianity-always by deed, preaching only the various varieties of datives and et cetera- distinctions of German grammar, presently oft in an Un-German way.

While I took –and liberally made use of this classroom opportunity, to draw various maps, cartoons, designs, and patterns and helices- many of Elves, and also practiced the Elven languages and Runes, much so inspired by Mr. Tolkien, reading the volume (unsubscribed by the “High” School) called ‘English and How It Got That Away’, whilst eating and slowly synthesizing through that orifice called my mouth, trucculations of sensations caused by my tastebuds in connotation to the expression contained within sugary and salty things to match the inner essences of my thought, Mr. Andrew and madamme Cohen, toyed with each other’s navels and close proximal venues of reproductive appendages in the dilly-dallying caress of fond and purposive, open and exerted youthful Love. Frau Llewellyn condescended with a tolerance that fluctuated between bemusement and outrage.

The guffaws of Mr. Maddison, always inclined on the “underbelly of the puns” provoked, titillated, and never bored the quiet and mild-mannered Mr. Himmel, the son of the Chief of Township Police, who carried always the mien of an Ethical Protestant.

Mister Maddison, who would later go on to write Coffee Shop Plays about desire and heartbreak, serenading the heart of an anonymous cooing maiden, loud in his Guffaw, and quick to discover contradictions, always liked to tease, and for whatever was contained within the bounds of his character, there was always plenty of Pop Corn and Soda Pop to unbind it. He studied with great care the distinctions of German Grammar, – with a sort of inclined virtue as that found in the attics of Rutgers’ Skull and Cap, brushing up on impressive facts, studying the canonical relevance of farting as a “ means to an end” , he visited Coffee Shops of a local variety, in the evenings of his commute overlooking the industrialized Schuylkill River, – a young man who guffawed, aged like Jacob before his time, ( or so the Bible says ), – he shifted uneasily between theology and autobiography.

My Gratitude, for he wrote mine ( autobiography ) on the Internet, in pencil, paper, pixel, and pen, with multiple cases of Pop Corn Provincialism and Nominative, Imaginative, Un-Grammatical Aphorisms, moved by the fantasies of a history major and blur of a jilted romance suburban poet, listening to Indie Tunes, he extolled his own examples after my borrowed name, and thunderstrokes of theological assertions, having scripted a few lines of autobiography, as my modest Self, he gained a poetic fame.

Kudos Mister Maddisson, for I Believe an Autobiography by any other name, would still be Just ( As ) Ben.


You can’t make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you’re doing is recording it.
Art Buchwald .

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On a Spring of 2008. Retrospections in Suburbia of East Coast. Alexander K. Rai honoring the ghosts of Eastern Seaboard Highschool in a Spirit of Gratitude Divine and a Feeling of the Light.

Honoring Reflections by References of others :

(1) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69zybL7cSPA
(2) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZbKHDPPrrc
(3) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIjftymU0bk
(4) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ciFTP_KRy4
(5) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxgZcMGmkkI
(6) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4WUsr689Y4
(7) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1ZeXnmDZMQ

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Alexander K. Rai, MSMA is Serial Entrepreneur and American Constitutionalist and a Fond Heart to Classical Traditions. He discovered at an early age, that Grace comes only buoyed by antagonism, as Light comes after braving darkness. The State of New Jersey conceded its defeat in a famous and record setting trial where Constitutional Principles browbeat State Corruption now no longer a Public Secret in 2009, – when Alexander K. Rai prevailed in a Famous Case against fraudulent and false indictment, setting new grounds for Liberty in the State of New Jersey. The Case was precipitated by antagonism Alexander found it a privilege to absorb with Faith from an oppressive, concrete, and xenophobic, anti-Values suburbia, that found Alexander’s aspirations to transform and guide his native Township towards true Self Appreciation and Empowerment through the Education and Benefit of the Gifted Youth and Green Economics and Classical Standards, “funny smelling and foreign”, subjecting the former to deprecations, witch-hunts, and an attempt to taxidermy and crucify a Striving and Justice Loving Individual, by those acquiscient to a sense of stolid privilege protected by “uncontested norms”. ‘MSMA’ stands for ‘Member to A Society of Mutual Admiration’, a Degree Alexander has bestowed on himself as well as others, Internationally, Reciprocally since he graduated from High School in early 2000′s.  He has been listed in 2009 ‘Marquis’ Who’s Who in America’ and cited in Wall Street Journal ( for Non-Profit Works ), and has started numerous companies.

Additional References :

( 1 ) http://www.thesopranostate.com/

( 2 ) http://www.geniusdenied.com/

( 3 ) http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSTRE56M3QU20090723

( 4 ) http://www.sparta.markoulakispublications.org.uk/index.php?id=77

( 5 ) http://www.outsidethebeltway.com/archives/the_future_of_suburbia/

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