We start, then, with nothing, pure zero. But this is not the nothing of negation. For not means other than, and other is merely a synonym of the ordinal numeral second. As such it implies a first; while the present pure zero is prior to every first. The nothing of negation is the nothing of death, which comes second to, or after, everything. But this pure zero is the nothing of not having been born. There is no individual thing, no compulsion, outward nor inward, no law. It is the germinal nothing, in which the whole universe is involved or foreshadowed. As such, it is absolutely undefined and unlimited possibility — boundless possibility. There is no compulsion and no law. It is boundless freedom.
Charles S. Peirce, “Logic of Events” (1898)
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heh. nothing. people playing with ideas and words. nothing as blank canvas. as freedom. maybe they were all just confronting death and convincing themselves it’s just another portal and that there is something in nothing.
i’m not sure. i lost a good friend on saturday and i can tell you, my first reaction was not, hey cool, dude, now you have boundless freedom…
but maybe that’s what made me look it up… the idea of nothing. to see if it is like the desert, something that looks empty and dead but in fact is a miracle of life.
so that’s my pony for today…
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nothing something anything?
… I am sorry to hear you lost your friend.
Then some news:
Sec. Paulson loses his mind.
http://www.msnbc.msn…
because nothing is actually everything? I don’t even know what I’m trying to say, but that’s the thought that came to mind when I was reading this.
So sorry pf. You OK?
Big hugkisses for you
…and I think we’re back to the buddha’s horse…
…very sorry to hear.
What we prescribe as being ‘nothing’ is merely a projection of our current capability as humans to see beyond that which we cannot see. Ask anyone who has had a near death experience. What they describe as what they previously thought was ‘nothing’ is really quite beautiful.
loved ones has been boundless, that much I know. I have been swept from uncontrollable sobbing and seeming endless grief to anger to bliss from what was shared and how it can come back so poignantly I’m still not convinced they didn’t sweep through the room. I have come to know and cultivate myself as well as define myself by having them and then losing them. Time is a continuum and somewhere we are together and I often find myself when I have big decisions checking to make sure I’m not letting them down right now where ever they are. And someday we will be lost to each other, and someday so will these words.
and your loss along with remembering my own loss and this thread brought this song to me this morning.