I Found a Penny Today, So Here's a Thought
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From Prof. Oddfellow's sketchbook: "Science is a turtle that says that its own shell encloses all things." —Charles Fort, The Book of the Damned
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" Every science is a mutilated octopus. If its tentacles were not clipped to stumps, it would feel its way into disturbing contacts. To a believer, the effect of the contemplation of a science is of being in the presence of the good, the true, and the beautiful. But what he is awed by is Mutilation. To our crippled intellects, only the maimed is what what we call understandable, because the unclipped ramifies away into all other things." —Charles Fort ( Wild Talents), on every science's propensity to dismiss anything that doesn't fit its dogma
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Is modern science even more bewildered than religion? Here's Charles Fort's incisive take: The position today of what is said to be the science of physics is so desperate, and so confused, that its exponents are trying to incorporate into one system both former principles and the denial of them. Even in the anaemia and frazzle of religion, today, there is no worse state of desperation, or decomposition. The attempt to take the principle of uncertainty—or the principle of unprincipledness—into science is about the same as would be an attempt by theologians to preach the word of God, and also include atheism in their doctrines. ( Wild Talents)
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We're honored to be referenced in an article about " A Surprising Historical Source of Sustainability": Perhaps Portmeirion’s greatest achievement is the creation of a built environment that forces its occupants to question preconceptions about the world that they inhabit. As author Craig Conley points out, the setting is more of a virtual reality. The project exists as a series of contradictions that allow nothing to be taken at face value. The village has a town hall, but no residents and a lighthouse with no light. It is a port on an estuary too shallow for most watercraft. The result is a series of opportunities for expectations to be defied which, in turn, prompts visitors into a mindset of inquisition. See the entire article here.
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The sleep inducement surrounding Michael Jackson's death unmasked him as Osiris, the dying and resurrected god. MJ wasn't addicted to plastic surgery per se but rather to being "put under" and rising again with a new face. As Carl Jung explained, "the dying and resurgent god ... expresses a transformation of attitude by means of which a new potential, a new manifestation of life ... is created." MJ's sequence of reincarnation was y=sin(x^2), with each vacillation of increasing frequency, to the point that he died nightly. By the physical incarnation we came to know, MJ's spirit was too refined to operate within the mundane, just as a distilled spirit is so volatile as to hazard combustion. The jokes about MJ's nose falling off were unwitting retellings of the Osiris myth; this time, the general public embodied Isis, putting the pieces back together while singing the magical incantation: "Ma ma say, ma ma sah, ma ma koo sah."
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"We have found a strange foot-print on the shores of the unknown. We have devised profound theories, one after another, to account for its origin. At last, we have succeeded in reconstructing the creature that made the foot-print. And Lo! It is our own." —Arthur Eddington, qtd. in Cosmic Trigger, Vol. 1 by Robert Anton Wilson
Footprints in the Portmeirion estuary. Photo dedicated to Gordon Meyer, author of Las Vegas: Underfoot.
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