the dangers of literal thinking

the box... you opened it. we came.

metaphors are lies. metaphors are not lies. metaphors are truths. the truths behind metaphors can only be comprehended by way of analogy, much like any other linguistic structure invented by a linear monkey mind. the statement "metaphors are lies" is itself a metaphor. "this statement is false."

why is it so difficult for human beings to grasp allegorical concepts? all language eats itself. the argument is circular. consciousness itself seems to be a chain reaction, wherein the last brick is the first and the first is the last. it goes nowhere, comes from nowhere, returns to nowhere. as george harrison once said, 'if you do not know where you are going, any road will get you there.' serpent eating tail. i am the one eye perceiving itself in infinite permutations of its own holiness... i am getting ahead of myself.

or as our frustrated german philosopher friend fredrich nietzsche once posited, before driven insane by his internally conflicted scripts on the dissonance between the potential & the actualization of potential by his own species (& syphilis!):

"this world: a monster of energy, without beginning, without end; a firm, iron magnitude of force that does not grow bigger or smaller, that does not expend itself but only transforms itself; as a whole, of unalterable size, a household without expenses or losses, but likewise without increase or income; enclosed by 'nothingness' as by a boundary; not something blurry or wasted, not something endlessly extended, but set in a definite space as a definite force, and not a space that might be 'empty' here or there, but rather as a force throughout, as a play of forces and a wave of forces, at the same time one and many, increasing here and at the same time decreasing there; a sea of forces flowing and rushing together, eternally changing, eternally flooding back, with tremendous years of recurrence, with an ebb and a flood of its forms; out of the simplest forms striving toward the most complex, out of the stillest, most rigid, coldest forms toward the hottest, most turbulent, most self-contradictory, and then again returning home to the simple out of this abundance, out of the play of contradictions back to the joy of concord, still affirming itself in this uniformity of its courses and its years, blessing itself as that which must return eternally, as a becoming that knows no satiety, no disgust, no weariness: this, my Dionysian world of the eternally self-creating, the eternally self-destroying, this mystery world of the twofold voluptuous delight, my 'beyond good and evil,' without goal, unless the joy of the circle is itself a goal; without will, unless a ring feels good will toward itself- do you want a name for this world? a solution for all its riddles? a light for you, too, you best-concealed, strongest, most intrepid, most midnightly men?- this world is the will to power- and nothing besides!"

& sorry to be so heavy, that got heavy there i know. i promise i will keep name dropping long dead german philosophers to a minimum here. & who can doubt that nietzsche may have missed the boat in some ways? could he ever ultimately leap the gap to become who he truly was? did he ever fully become a 'yes' to his own world of 'beyond good & evil' & 'the will to power'? even so, he was a prophecy of the new man to come... don't shoot the messenger.

the universe is a tensor network wherein every unbalanced force ultimately equilibrates & balances itself; the sum total is always zero. without beginning or end, circling itself & nourishing itself. devouring itself...

the Path is oblique in its movements, in its backtrackings, a step backwards, several steps forwards and back again. it is crooked, it is the path of chaos, going nowhere, enclosed in nothingness, stemming from itself, begetting itself & destroying itself. you must derange your senses to comprehend the truth-that-is-not-truth. live intoxicated. it is all a matter of how you would like to look at it, and other cliches...

conceptual models are malleable. neat, huh? we BUILD reality. all a matter of how you want to look at it, is all i can say...

the mind is fully equipped to make a heaven of a hell, and a hell of a heaven. you can make fire out of ice. think about that. fire from ice. be careful what you believe. action follows energy, energy follows attention. words are just that: words. they can point a finger to the moon, but one should never make the mistake of confusing the finger pointing to the moon for the moon ITSELF, as IT IS. do not mistake the linguistic structure (language thee alien reality virus, tool ov control) & semantics for the message itself.

& don't shoot the messenger...