Achtung!
Attention is a gift that we give to one another. Attention has the power to
transform that which is attended.
Every time we speak, it is well to obtain consent from the person listening, and
acknowledge his attention with gratitude.
Every time we listen, we can be aware of the power of the gift we give, and focus
it to be most effective.
We need not give our attention to those who abuse the gift.
Most powerful and effective is the attention we shine on our own internal
state. It is the way we may transform ourselves.
— Josh Mitteldorf
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1 February 2009

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All cultures are created equal, but some cultures are more
equal than others
We children of the European enlightenment think that respect for
other cultures is a higher human value. But what do we make of
cultures that don’t share this value? How does cultural democracy
deal with cultures that are intolerant?
When William Penn decreed that Toleration shall be the Law of the
Land in the City of Brotherly Love, it was an act of political
expediency. It was no more than a prescription for harmony in a
colony that was uncomfortably diverse. Never for a moment did he
entertain the idea that other religious philosophies were the equal of
Quakerism.
But as a diverse city became the capital of a new and more diverse
nation, the need for toleration became deeper, and the need for cultural
relativism deepened.
Do you really believe that your values are as arbitrary as mine?
Or is cultural relativism a stance that we adopt in order to feel
morally superior to people who are narrow-minded and provincial?
3QD review by Namit Arora
Last but not least, I should try to persuade others without being
self-righteous or hypocritical. Nor is pomposity, railing at others, or
calling them irrational or stupid the best tactic. Better to seduce via
exemplary action. Know thy interlocutor. Successful persuasion may
require any combination of ordinary human techniques: pleading, arguing,
requesting, reasoning, illustrating, cajoling, praising, challenging,
respecting, appeasing, sharing facts, bargaining, dining together, and
so on. Alongside, I must remain flexible to revise my belief in my
values, given new findings. I must also accept that, at times, open
confrontation is unavoidable. That’s all there is—my belief in values
that I think will lead to a better world, and trying to get others to
see it my way on issues I care enough about. A sense of humor always
helps.
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2 February 2009

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“A hurtful act is the transference to others of the
degradation which we bear in ourselves.”
— Simone Weil seamlessly merged her philosophy and her political
activism. She died on a hunger strike while resisting the Nazi
occupation of France, age 34. Today would have been her 100th
birthday.
Born into a secular Jewish family, she had a Christian epiphany, but
also found resonance for her beliefs in Buddhism, Hinduism, and even the
pagan gods of ancient Egypt.
“Each religion is alone true,
that is to say, that at the moment we are thinking of it we must bring
as much attention to bear on it as if there were nothing else.”
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3 February 2009

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Mendelssohn at 200
Felix Mendelssohn’s music has all the passion of other 19th century
romantics, but none of the angst. His life was not seared by
depression or wild, impossible affairs of the heart. He was raised
in a household devoted to arts and the intellect. He played his
first public concert at 9 on the piano, though he was never paraded
about as a prodigy, and his childhood was protected by wise parents.
He began as a teen to compose copiously and brilliantly, and completed
two of his best-loved works at 16 (Midsummer Night’s Dream and the
String Octet).
He was happily married with five kids, and enjoyed family life.
He painted and wrote copious essays and letters. He revived the
reputation of J S Bach, hard as it might be for us to imagine an age
that could not appreciate him.
He worked too hard, and died at 38. Yesterday was his
bicentennial.
Listen to the Scherzo from the First Piano Trio, Op 49
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4 February 2009

Mendelssohn at 12
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Retreat of the grim reaper
Telomeres are the closest thing our bodies have to an aging clock.
Using a tail on the chromosome that gets a little shorter with each cell
division, stem cells count how many daughter cells they’ve produced, and
after they pass a threshold, the stem cells cease to produce.
People of the same chronological age with longer telomeres have
longer life expectancies and lower rates of heart disease.
For several years, I have been eagerly following technical progress
in the ability to rebuild telomeres in living cells using the enzyme
telomerase,
which is the body’s preferred method. Then, this week, a colleague
emailed me a link to a patent for another method entirely. Just
last week, a Stanford researcher was awarded a patent for a method of
elongating telomeres in vivo using
genetically engineered loops of DNA.
the patent
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5 February 2009

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Too much theory
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless
enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as
though it had an underlying truth.
— Umberto Eco
A few observation and much reasoning lead to error; many observations
and a little reasoning to truth.
—
Alexis Carrel
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6 February 2009

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Prozac for grasshoppers
Desert locusts avoid each other like the plague. Until they
can’t any more — just too many of ’em. Then they get the message,
and the message is
serotonin.
Once they detect a quorum of other desert locusts in the
neighborhood, they change from green to splotchy army fatigues, and
they begin their love fest. Now they’re attracted to one another
like crazy. Can’t get enough of each other. They’ll follow
other desert locusts anywhere, and do anything their brothers and
sisters do, eat anything that they eat. The result is
#8 from the Ten Plagues in the Book of Exodus.
What we did for serotonin!
Article in this week’s Science
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7 February 2009

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Dharma and Koan
There are two expressions of the central message of Buddhism. Call
them ‘liberal’ and ‘radical’. The liberal view is that life is full of
unexpected twists and turns, so we shouldn’t become too attached to our
good fortune, and (more important?) shouldn’t despair over our
misfortune. The radical view is that all values, all judgments (good and
evil), indeed all preferences are creations of our own minds and
therefore ephemeral.
The liberal view is hardly unique to Buddhism; it echoes
old-fashioned wisdom that arises and gains its power from life
experience. The radical view is pregnant with paradox. After all, if
values are arbitrary, why should I meditate this morning, rather than
eat sausage or rob a bank? When the mantle of authority is lifted not
just from my preferences but also my most deeply-held values, where,
then is the motivation to pursue spiritual practices, or to avoid
harming others, or to regulate my activities in any way? But, if I cease
to regulate my activities, won’t I then become dissolute and miserable,
mired in exactly the desperate illusion that Buddhism seeks to dispel?
Does Buddhism offer me no guidance whatever to inform the choices I must
make? How can this be the rock of my belief system if it offers no
support for my choice of life in preference to death?
These questions have no resolution within the framework of human
thought. Contemplation of their essential paradox leads out of language
and thought, toward another relationship with self.
— Josh Mitteldorf
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8 February 2009

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Metaphor to Action
Whether it is a speaker, taut on a platform,
who battles a crowd with the hammers of his words,
whether it is the crash of lips on lips
after absence and wanting : we must close
the circuits of ideas, now generate,
that leap in the body’s action or the mind’s repose.
Over us is a striking on the walls of the sky,
here are the dynamos, steel-black, harboring flame,
here is the man night-walking who derives
tomorrow’s manifestoes from this midnight’s meeting ;
here we require the proof in solidarity,
iron on iron, body on body, and the large single beating.
And behind us in time are the men who second us
as we continue. And near us is our love :
no forced contempt, no refusal in dogma, the close
of the circuit in a fierce dazzle of purity.
And over us is night a field of pansies unfolding,
charging with heat its softness in a symbol
to weld and prepare for action our minds’ intensity.
— Muriel
Rukeyser
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9 February 2009

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Echappé
‘As soon as mindfulness,
samma
sati, occurs, we find that the mind acts no more; it stops like a
witness to watch the inner state. When this watching becomes a constant
habit, second nature, the cycle of reacting mindlessly to the
environment is broken. In this moment of breakthrough, “seeing” or
“awareness” occurs: crystal-clear perception of things as they are, of
people, situations and things properly in perspective, free of
discriminations, likes and dislikes. From new insight there follows
right thinking, right speech and right action, relative and appropriate
to each specific circumstance and instance. Then the question of what is
absolutely right or absolutely wrong no longer arises.’
— fr Living
Meditation, Living Insight by
Dr Thynn Thynn
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10 February 2009

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A convergence of environmental imperatives and good business
sense
“Bigger power plants’ hoped-for economies of scale were overwhelmed
by diseconomies of scale. Smaller units offered greater economies from
mass production than big ones could gain through unit size.
“Central thermal power plants stopped getting more efficient in the
1960’s, bigger in the 1970’s, cheaper in the 1980’s, and bought in the
1990’s.”
— Amory Lovins,
blogging for the
New York Times, argues that decentralized power generation is going
to be more reliable and more environmentally friendly—but it will
be adopted because it’s just cheaper.
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11 February 2009

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The greater human community
As man advances in civilization, and small tribes are united into
larger communities, the simplest reason would tell each individual that
he ought to extend his social instincts and sympathies to all the
members of the same nation, though personally unknown to him. This point
being once reached, there is only an artificial barrier to prevent his
sympathies extending to the men of all nations and races. If, indeed,
such men are separated from him by great differences in appearance or
habits, experience unfortunately shews us how long it is, before we look
at them as our fellow-creatures. Sympathy beyond the confines of man,
that is, humanity to the lower animals, seems to be one of the latest
moral acquisitions.
— Charles Darwin, 200 years old today
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12 February 2009

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Only if Love Should Pierce You
Do not forget that you live in the midst of the animals,
horses, cats, sewer rats
brown as Solomon’s woman, terrible
camp with colours flying,
do not forget the dog with harmonies of the unreal
in tongue and tail, nor the green lizard, the blackbird,
the nightingale, viper, drone. Or you are pleased to think
that you live among pure men and virtuous
women who do not touch
the howl of the frog in love, green
as the greenest branch of the blood.
Birds watch you from trees, and the leaves
are aware that the Mind is dead
forever, its remnant savours of burnt
cartilage, rotten plastic; do not forget
to be animal, fit and sinuous,
torrid in violence, wanting everything here
on earth, before the final cry
when the body is cadence of shriveled memories
and the spirit hastens to the eternal end;
remember that you can be the being of being
only if love should pierce you deep inside.
~
Salvatore Quasimodo tr Jack Bevan
This poem and the wolves at right came to my
mailbox via Joe Riley, who posts a poem that touches the spirit 5 days a
week at Panhala.net.
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13 February 2009

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The Great Love
Something remarkable happened to me this year.
I started loving everyone. Everyone. The hundreds of people
I know and the billions I don’t.
I’m not exactly sure when I began loving everybody, but I do know when I
first realized it: I was writing a short bio for my website. I
composed a sentence or two about my work and family—the usual stuff.
And then what I really wanted to say popped into my mind: My heart is
full of love for you.
— Tara Mohr
read more from
her essay in the Wise Brain Bulletin (starts on p 7)
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14 February 2009

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Pursue joy; eschew comfort
It’s in the courage writ small, repeated
ten thousand times that we create ourselves.
— Josh Mitteldorf
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15 February 2009

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Why am I me?
Before you were born, you were in a large room, laughing and dancing
with a thousand other souls. The birth angel came into the room
and held up a card. Everyone in the room could instantly read the
card and understand its contents. The card contained your birth
and death, all the experiences and choices of your lifetime.
Someone said, ‘Ooo — look what happens to her when she is 5.’
Someone else said, ‘I did that stuff last time,’ and a third:
‘I think I’ll pass on this one.’
After a brief silence, you said, ‘I’ll take it!’ and a great cheer
rose up through the crowd. You followed the angel down a long
hall, a door opened, and you forgot the crowd, the cheers. You
began to play your part, and pretended to be alone.
— paraphrased from
Brian Arnell
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16 February 2009

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A theory of everything, comprehensible only to space aliens
An interesting possibility, which I think should not be dismissed, is
that a “true” fundamental theory exists, but that it may just be too
hard for human brains to grasp. A fish may be barely aware
of the mdium in which it lives and swims; certainly it has no
intellectual powers to comprehend that water consists of interlinked
atoms of hydrogen and oxygen.
...
It is fascinating to speculate whether hyper-intelligent aliens already
exist in some reomote part of our cosmos. If so, would their
brains “package” reality in mathematlical language that would be
comprehensible to us or our descendents.
— Martin Rees
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17 February 2009

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The pursuit of happiness
“What do you actively do each day that contributes to the pursuit of
happiness in your life? Are you mindful and purposeful as you pursue
happiness, or do you rarely give it a second thought?”
— John Sklare, blogging at
Lifescript
That sounds like a really nice suggestion. But what I would like to ask
is, “When are we going to wake up and wonder what the *&#@! are we
doing so wrong that makes us need to pursue happiness
in the first place?”
Einstein once said, “No problem can be solved
from the same level of consciousness that created it.” It seems to
me that if “We the People” could raise our level of consciousness we
would see what is responsible for unhappiness. We would not frantically
“pursue happiness” much the way an addict “pursues” their drug. We would
begin the difficult but magnificently gratifying steps of creating a
healthier world so that happiness is a natural result, not an external
target we must
individually pursue.
— Amy Lee Coy, blogging at
FromDeathDoIPart
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18 February 2009

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from the Manifesto of Surrealism (1924)
Tant va la croyance à la vie, à ce que la vie a de plus précaire, la
vie réelle s’entend, qu’à la fin cette croyance se perd. L’homme, ce
rêveur définitif, de jour en jour plus mécontent de son sort, fait avec
peine le tour des objets dont il a été amené à faire usage...
Cette imagination qui n’admettait pas de bornes, on ne lui permet
plus de s’exercer que selon les lois d’une utilité arbitraire ; elle est
incapable d’assumer longtemps ce rôle inférieur et, aux environs de la
vingtième année, préfère, en général, abandonner l’homme à son destin
sans lumière...Chère imagination, ce que j’aime surtout en toi, c’est
que tu ne pardonnes pas...
Ce n’est pas la crainte de la folie qui nous forcera à laisser en
berne le drapeau de l’imagination.
Le procès de l’attitude réaliste demande à être instruit, après le
procès de l’attitude matérialiste...l’attitude réaliste, inspirée du
positivisme, de saint Thomas à Anatole France, m’a bien l’air hostile à
tout essor intellectuel et moral. Je l’ai en horreur, car elle est faite
de médiocrité, de haine et de plate suffisance...
Je prends, encore une fois, l’état de veille. Je
suis obligé de le tenir pour un phénomène d’interférence....il ne semble
pas que, dans son fonctionnement normal, il obéisse à bien autre chose
qu’à des suggestions qui lui viennent de cette nuit profonde dont je le
recommande...il donne par là la mesure de son subjectivisme, et rien de
plus...
Tranchons-en : le merveilleux est toujours beau,
n’importe quel merveilleux est beau, il n’y a même que le merveilleux
qui soit beau.
— — —
So strong is the belief in life – in what is most
fragile in life, which is to say, the real life – that in the end this belief is
lost. Man, that inveterate dreamer, daily more discontent with his
destiny, has trouble maintaining perspective on the objects with which
he has been led to concern himself...
The imagination which once recognized no bounds is henceforth allowed to be
exercised only in strict accordance with the laws of an arbitrary
utility; it is incapable of assuming this inferior role for very long
and, in the vicinity of the twentieth year, generally prefers to abandon
man to his lusterless fate...Beloved imagination, what I most love in
you is your refusal to forgive...
It is not the fear of madness which will oblige us to leave the flag of
imagination furled.
The case against the realistic attitude demands to be examined,
following the case against the materialistic attitude...the realistic
attitude, inspired by positivism, from Saint Thomas Aquinas to Anatole
France, clearly seems to me to be hostile to any intellectual or moral
advancement. I loathe it, for it is made up of mediocrity, hate, and
dull conceit...
Let me come back again to the waking state. I have no choice but to
consider it a phenomenon of interference...it does not appear that, when
the mind is functioning normally, it really responds to anything but the
suggestions which come to it from the depths of that dark night to which
I commend it...it reveals the degree of its subjectivity, and nothing
more.
Let us not mince words: the fantastical is always beautiful, anything
fantastical is beautiful, in fact only the fantastical is beautiful.
— André Breton, born this day in 1896
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19 February 2009

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Underwater camouflage
I thought camouflage was genetically programmed into the skin on a
one-shot basis. The octopus can look at his surroundings and paint
a pattern onto his skin to match. Watch!
David Gallo at the TED conference in Monterey, CA
(It’s at the end of the video, but I don’t think you’ll mind what
comes before.)
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20 February 2009
There’s an octopus front and center in this picture.
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“Music is the best means we have of digesting time.”
In a garden shady this holy lady
With reverent cadence and subtle psalm,
Like a black swan as death came on
Poured forth her song in perfect calm:
And by ocean’s margin this innocent virgin
Constructed an organ to enlarge her prayer,
And notes tremendous from her great engine
Thundered out on the Roman air.
Blonde Aphrodite rose up excited,
Moved to delight by the melody,
White as an orchid she rode quite naked
In an oyster shell on top of the sea;
At sounds so entrancing the angels dancing
Came out of their trance into time again,
And around the wicked in Hell’s abysses
The huge flame flickered and eased their pain.
Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.
— W. H. Auden, born this day in 1907
Listen to Benjamin Britten’s Hymn to St Cecilia
(setting this text)
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21 February 2009

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The individual and the community
In my youth, I was a staunch advocate of a political philosophy I can
now label as libertarian. I believed that individual development and
self-expression were primary, and the only legitimate function of the
polity was to make individual lives easier, and thus to enhance
opportunities for individual development.
Later, I came to realize that for myself, and by projection for others,
development of the self was inextricably tied to quest for belonging,
love and recognition in the community. I now believe it is impossible to
separate individual growth and flourishing from the health and
prosperity of the community.
Communities have myths and shared dogmas that hold us together and give
us cohesion. Ironically, I suspect that radical individual freedom is
part of the American mythology, and as an impressionable child, I picked
it up and called it my own.
— Josh Mitteldorf
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22 February 2009

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For the Unknown Self
So much of what delights and troubles you
Happens on a surface
You take for ground.
Your mind thinks your life alone,
Your eyes consider air your nearest neighbor,
Yet it seems that a little below your heart
There houses in you an unknown self
Who prefers the patterns of the dark
And is not persuaded by the eye’s affection
Or caught by the flash of thought.
It is a self that enjoys contemplative patience
With all your unfolding expression,
Is never drawn to break into light
Though you entangle yourself in unworthiness
And misjudge what you do and who you are.
It presides within like an evening freedom
That will often see you enchanted by twilight
Without ever recognizing the falling night,
It resembles the under-earth of your visible life:
All you do and say and think is fostered
Deep in its opaque and prevenient clay.
It dwells in a strange, yet rhythmic ease
That is not ruffled by disappointment;
It presides in a deeper current of time
Free from the force of cause and sequence
That otherwise shapes your life.
Were it to break forth into day,
Its dark light might quench your mind,
For it knows how your primeval heart
Sisters every cell of your life
To all your known mind would avoid,
Thus it knows to dwell in you gently,
Offering you only discrete glimpses
Of how you construct your life.
At times, it will lead you strangely,
Magnetized by some resonance
That ambushes your vigilance.
It works most resolutely at night
As the poet who draws your dreams,
Creating for you many secret doors,
Decorated with pictures of your hunger;
It has the dignity of the angelic
That knows you to your roots,
Always awaiting your deeper befriending
To take you beyond the threshold of want,
Where all your diverse strainings
Can come to wholesome ease.
~ John O’Donohue
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23 February 2009

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Opportunity in crisis
‘From the aftermath of wars...spring the opportunities for
change...capitalism is war...For the left it should be a time of
unrivaled opportunity.
‘Take for example the shopping mall...They represent privatized
space, the collapse of the public realm...Today’s failed or failing
malls can be converted to mixed-use, with residential housing, public
spaces and constructive social functions
‘Opportunity is there, to be seized from the jaws of capitalism’s
shattered reverses. This is a chance richer than the opportunity
offered and annulled in the mid-’70s. Circumstances will in all
likelihood push Obama’s government to the left, just as they did to
FDR’s when orthodoxy failed. The left should not be shy about
pressing the challenge out of some misguided notion of preserving a
polite progressive consensus. From malls to the economy’s
commanding heights, let the Reconquest begin.’
—
Alexander Cockburn in The Nation
this week
Entire article here
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24 February 2009

Wei-ji, the Chinese word for ‘crisis’, consists of ‘danger’ + ‘opportunity’
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In praise of silence
‘Remember not only to say the right thing in the right
place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the
wrong thing at the tempting moment.’*
— Winston Churchill
“We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip
out”
“Courage is what it takes to
stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and
listen.”
“Too often the strong, silent man is silent only because he does not
know what to say, and is reputed strong only because he has remained silent.”
* far more difficult if you’re as articulate and as self-centered as
Churchill. For the rest of us, this might be quite an achievable
ambition.
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25 February 2009

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Reinventing the sacred
Part of reinventing the sacred is to heal...injuries
that we hardly know we suffer. If we are members of a universe in which
emergence and ceaseless creativity abound, if we take that creativity as
a sense of God we can share, the resulting sense of the sacredness of
all of life and the planet can help orient our lives beyond the
consumerism and commodification the industrialized world now lives, heal
the split between reason and faith, heal the split between science and
the humanities, heal the want of spirituality, heal the wound derived
from the false reductionist belief that we live in a world of fact
without values, and help us jointly build a global ethic. These are what
is at stake in finding a new scientific worldview that enables us to
reinvent the sacred.
—
Stuart Kauffman
‘Perhaps my most radical scientific
claim is that we can and must break the Galilean spell. Evolution of the
biosphere, human economic life, and human history are partially
indescribable by natural law. This claim flies in the face of our settled
convictions since Galileo, Newton, and the Enlightenment.’
(If anyone but Stu Kauffman had said it, we’d have to discount it as
counter-scientific propaganda from the realm of superstition.)
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26 February 2009

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Great Mystery
‘I’m a reviser. As it turned out,
O Magnum Mysterium was one of the most difficult pieces for me to
write, even though it is a very direct piece. That was the difficulty in
writing, or composing, the piece, because I kept whacking away and
eliminating other thoughts that would come into the composing process
that were extraneous, that were perhaps too complicated for this
particular setting. On Lux Aeterna and so many of my works, I like the
immediacy — to draw my listener in immediately, to hold their attention,
to transport them, to do something to do them on some level, whether
it’s excite them, or move them, or elate them, or whatever. But I also
want my music, upon careful analysis, to be peeled back like an onion,
like one can do with the great composers that I admire, such as
Brahms...However, on the
O Magnum Mysterium I didn’t want the listener to actually peel back
anything! It’s a very short piece, very direct, and I want to eliminate
anything that would stand in the way of that.’
— from a 1999
interview with Mort Lauridsen, born this day in 1943.
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27 February 2009

Art by Inga Dubay
based on
O Magnum Mysterium
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Our hearts, our intellect, our love
Since we are what we are, what shall we be
But what we are? We are, we have
Six feet and seventy years, to see
The light, and then release it for the grave.
We are not worlds, no, nor infinity,
We have no claims on stone, except to prove
In the invention of the city
Our hearts, our intellect, our love.
— Stephen
Spender, born this day in 1909
“All one can do is to achieve nakedness, to be what
one is with all one’s faculties and perceptions, strengthened by all the
skill which one can acquire, and then to stand before the judgment of
time.”
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28 February 2009

Conor Walton
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