I Love Life

Its amazing how reality can just dig deep into your bones and wrench existence itself up to the border of your skin, where it sizzles and raises your hairs to the tone of electrified stem cell marrow!

That delicate balance of breathing; of self-awareness, of being able to fight for confirmation of your own objective presence.

To me life is here for its own sake, existence is self-contained, each day is a self-endowed gift to be shared and cherished.

I live to fight, i fight to live, I live to think, I think therefore I am, and I am here to share myself, this glorious day, and this glorious life; no mater how short with who ever chooses to listen; and I will tell you this: I am in love with living, its an intoxicating experience to see the sun rise each day and fuel this greenhouse paradise of bonsai pets and thousand year old oaks!

Poem 63

Quiero inundarte de mis sentimientos, mi conocimiento, mi espiritú,
quiero ahogarme en tí; para así poder vivir de tí, conocerme, re-encontrarme en tí.

Quiero darte vida, ser inciencio que se mezcla con tu aurora,
que brilla detrás de tus ojos, y sale por tus labios
en besos desgarradores que a cambio recibo.

Quiero compartirme contigo, sabiendo que endulsas hasta mis pasos con simplemente acompañarme.
Andar a tu lado, aquí en tu interior donde tus labios siempre me seducen,
tu sonrisa abarca todo mi horizonte y me miras con ojos de estrella.

Book Idea

I have an idea for a book:

Life, throughout death. A chain of events (though a thousand years) in which a begger's exists changed the future world as we know it.

Would you read it?

La Herida

Al parecer, y como podrán leer, he vuelto a quedar fascinado con el "Espiritú del Vino"...

Siempre he preferido
Un beso prolongado
Aunque sepa que miente
Aunque sepa que es falso

¿Qué demonios ocurre
Cuando miradas no se encuentran?
La pelea de gallos
Se admiten apuestas

¿Quién buscó abrigo
En algún otro lugar?
¿Es posible que el frío
Venga con la edad?

Con cuanta emosión estan cargadas las canciones de este albúm.
Con que versatilidad este artista (Búnbury) niega el altruismo del amor!

Que difícil es ser altruista al amar! Que difícil alcanzar una genuina entrega...

Y te oigo decir:
"Dame tantas rosas como espinas me clavé
no encajo bien tus bromas
¿Por qué serás tan cruel?

Dame tantas rosas como esminas me clavé
Tan fácilmente explotas
¿Qué infierno te posee?"

Nuestros Nombres

Con un grito de esperanza
    te digo adiós.

Anoche soñé que me podría pelar en la Isla sin mucho percance, porque al dormirme, me transportaba allá, solo costaba encontrar la barbería abierta a esas horas; y eso, que a penas tengo 2 semanas fuera.

PD: Una persona extremadamente atenta encontraría contradictorio la canción con lo escrito; pero realmente todo dependerá de quien se despide el cantante! Todos renunciamos a lo no electo! A no renovar los acuerdos ya vencidos, incluso a pesar de encontrar nuestras emociones asediadas. No ignoramos nuestros excesos...

Freeform

Free form study of empty ties. Lovely friendship lost in the swaying sea of missed calls and lost meetings. The sound of red would seem to be indistinctly eerie or sublime depending on your mood.... Which would make us think interpretation is everything.

Math and science don't mix?! Really???

I've just read: Maybe the math behind string theory is overrated anyways by John Timmer over at Ars Tecnica, and I am very dissapointed Ars actually let such nonsense through...

It seems the panel as well was just as missguided; I am rather saddened some scientists may actually think such things... I would have assumed scientists, above other profesionals, would appriciate the role of mathematics in human expression, much less insinuate abandoning it as a form of expressing scietific thought.

• Gödel's theorem would suggest: Mathematics is not God.
• Moreover, complexity theory would suggest: Science is not reality.

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So, yes, it seems Mathematics will always be incomplete, and yet, it's own requirement for consistency has led to this very same proof. Science, as well, will never know if any given interpretation is indeed 'reality', but it's very ability to predict / simulate reality is the reason we have come to this realization. I cannot fathom how thinking minds would consider these notions as failures!

Sometimes, we expect too much from this world, which, by the ways seams to seriously prefer consistency over completeness. Given the following examples:

• all knowing parents.
• genies and other wish granters.
• gods
• re-birth, or re-incarnation
• an eternal universe
• perpetual motion machines, or free energy
• winning the lottery
• the tooth fairy, leprecauns and other such beasts

etc. What I see in mathematics and science through these 2 ideas is quite the opposite of failure; it is a sense of purity, self-healing and garuantees of reliability.

This is not to the exclusion of our ability to dream. Quite the contrary, to me, mathematics and science belong at the summit of the human dream; they are our dreams brought to life and tested againt life itself. As we continue to dream, our thoughts in mathematics and science will continue to grow and allow us a truely wider window into this wonder that is existence.

String theorists have never enjoyed Occam's razor, but this is rediculous...

Individualidad.

Ayer conversando con un amigo concluimos que mi definición de vida es sinónima a la ley del mínimo esfuerzo que obedece todo sistema mecánico en física...

Comentó que era un tanto antigua y griega esa definición, porque implicaría que los objetos inanimados tienen vida, yo le dije que sí, que el universo entero esta vivo; me sostengo a esa definición por la facilidad con la cual se llegan a concluisones sobre el como hay vida, y engloba el desarrollo de la misma a partir del big bang.

Más aún sostiene que nociones como la auto-organización, la auto-jerarquización y la emergencia de nuevas entidades (o sistemas si se habla con base en la ciencia de las situaciones caóticas o complejas) es una facultad intrinseca del concepto Vida, que la individualidad es solo una peculiaridad notable en cada peldaño de la jeraquía y que todos trabajamos para una meta común: mantener la vida.

La semana pasada publiqué en inglés que es muy probable que esta meta sea inalcanzable, y dije: aún sea cierto y no se lograra, hay algo de magía en intentarlo, hay disfrute en contemplar la realidad, en la sorpresa de haber vivido.

Todo esto es porque la vida a encontrado utilidad en las emociones, de la misma manera que ha encontrado utilidad en el capitalismo, de la misma manera que ha encontrado utilidad en la vida biológica (encimas), ad infinitum.

New perspective. (Deeper into despair)

Sometimes it takes reading the same thing over and over again; sometimes it takes a simple author's constant nagging and moaning over the plight for life, "short as it might be"... To change your view on things.

After having spent years discussing whether life is a right or a gift, the point of existence; that eternal question of life, the universe and everything, or the philosophical validity of the strong anthropic principal; I think I've broken through and fallen deeper still into the valley of despair (a joyful and beautiful valley, mind you).

It's regarding the end of the universe, the end of all life (same as we all know we will someday die, yet secretly hope that day will never come):
Although it's been a long time since I've come to truthfully embrace my eventual death, at first, I had managed it by holding on to a particular sense of continuance: the mark of my having lived becoming forever etched into the fabric of existence; the joy brought forth by my own, particular, threads woven into reality and the rest of life. All the while sustaining myself by the notion of existence itself being unending, of having a way around some particularly threatening physical observations (more precisely: the laws of thermodynamics).

Today, or rather, just now, I realize I have let go of that fundamental (at least to me) hope that for someone, somewhere, at some time there will always be a "tomorrow".

I now feel comfortable to think that existence itself, the universe, will be no more. Accepting that eventually there will be no life as we know it, or ever be able to know it. Thinking that someday, this fanciful fabric of existence, through which my actions transcend, will as well cease to be now fails to rattle me in terror.

It's as if I've disintegrated all life, and then not only said: 'hey why not?', or 'what would a good question to 42 be?', but then had the chance to play with it, only to have it away, without achievement, without meaning, unwaveringly, inconsequentially, simply lost it, abandoned it. Voided life.

Our current reality is that in all likelihood, such a thing will happen; eventually...

To which I've responded from this gorgeous valley, this almost literal oasis of life:
'So what?! It's still worth enjoying!'

La vida es un viaje no un destino..

Si la vida es un viaje, y no un destino?
Si solo llevas rumbos y paradas;
sin objetivos culminantes,
  solo pautas y recomendaciones,
Si nunca llegas, pero siempre estas?

Cuando concientemente, ves tus pasos dejar no solo huellas sino ondas,
bailarinas, con sus miles de compañeras desplazandose, sobre la superficie de la existencia
Ves tus pies gastados, les preguntas
  "Por fin, a donde es que me llevan?",
alguna vez te llevaron a recitar poemas en un parque?

Te sientas
  y recuerdas felizmente por donde te han caminado...
En ese instante dudarías de la frase "el fin justifica los medios"?
Si tu realidad solo concibe del "medio"?
Sacrificarías el presente por el futuro? El futuro por el presente? Como se camina por este nuevo terreno complicado,
cuando ya vemos nuestras huellas, sus ondas, las de los demás, y donde irá el próximo pasa de nuestro andar?

Quizás el cargo de ser seres concientes es sabes balancear el presente caminar con el futuro caminar?.. Moldear nuestros pasos en el eterno avance de la existencia sobre el vacío. Seguro que también esto incluye saber cuando reir... :D

Why so quiet?

Children have a very clean unadulterated mode of argument.

There is a fine line between complexity and chaos... Maybe that is why we should always head the words of simple minds...

- Aunt, are you a girl or a woman?
- A Woman
- And, can you have children?
- Yes, but I don't want to right now
- Oh

This dialog with a child reveals an Aristotelian handling of logic. It also reveals how easily accepted new information becomes incorporated as truth.