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February 08, 2006

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Brian,

Hmmmm..... if "you" don't exist....well then I guess you won't be needing any of "your" stuff anymore.... So I'll tell you what, since you used to be such a great guy before you ceased to exist, I would like to honor your memory.... So just kindly send ME the deed to your house, the keys to your car, and all the money in your bank account, and then you won't have to worry about not being there to take care of it.... I will see that it is put to good use.... I mean what are frinds for, if they can't help carry the burdens of those who don't exist? :-)

More about less existing:

http://www.theopensecret.com/

Thanks for the offer, Tao. You'll have to get in line behind my wife and daughter, though. Also, I need to emphasize that my hope is not to exist. Hope is different from reality.

I'm still very much existent, as evidenced by the panic "I" felt today when, after unplugging some satellite modem cables, "my" Internet connection stopped working. My anxiety feel quite existential. Now, after resetting the router, I'm back to my usual mildly-anxious normality.

Plus, I don't know if I'll know when I cease to exist. Logically, you'd think that I wouldn't. I mean, whenever I thought "I don't exist" that'd be a sign of me existing. So the only time I could tell you to come pick up my worldly possessions would be when I'm not aware of existing, which would make it tough to send an email or pick up the phone.

The need is for after all what language eventually points to – where this constellation of metaphor and gestalt fronts, on what stone the shadows in the cave depend. We may explore for meaning, but we wreck the very ground for soul.

Some generated thought and feeling finds outlet in song, some in math, some in graphics, but these, like holograms, hold their genesis and carry the desire of production forward to the beholder, becoming objects of desire themselves. Which is the trick of the bodhi tree: how do you know you want to be enlightened? How is it, with your original face, that you are unenlightened?

There is a ground from which gods come that permits no personality. The Brahman as matrix of the ten-thousand things is a god properly. There is no person there, and the interactive need is ultimately filled by Kuan Yin, such is the thirst of the organic for loose ends.

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