All replys to my last post have set me busy on several tracks of pursuance
and thought. Here only to mention that BobS's thoughts on centralizing the
mystery with his usage, as others here, of the mysterium tremendum sent me
looking this morning to know more on this term. If you still have a taint
in your spirit of a religious based spiritual, and despite a lot of quack
stuff out there, this quality url explains well the basics of it from that
perspective. It was less interesting to me because I don't have this taint,
but I do love the poetic power of the pure descriptiveness of the term
itself for my own kind of spirituality - as "The Mystery", there is no
doubt, is Tremendous!!! (the utmost).
http://www.britannica.com/bcom/eb/article/7/0,5716,117397+15,00.html
Stuart in a private communication set to rest my question about Heidegger's
place in the current philosopher order of things - along with lots of other
rich thoughts on my questionings and his and all other's responses all
needing longer pondering over.
My place in the flux is stirring more than usual.
Max appreciatives to all!
- k
ps to Michael S:
>> "Man does not see because he has eyes. Rather man has eyes because he
>>can see."
>This is one of my very most favorite sayings from H. Quite poetic, don't
>you think?
Yes I was instantly taken by its poetic element. I paused over it a long
time because of this element which of itself drew me a way toward an
intimation, but it was one that in the end could not deliver itself. But
this is also the reason why when I first responded to it with "it is
consistent with- - ", I had to go back and qualify that with "it is in a
way consistent with - -" because I realized it wasn't directly consistent
with nature's explanation. Something more, but???
--
Try unpacking this one:
"Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed."
-Robert Frost -
Speaking of whom/which, and tho this is perhaps the most famous poem in the
english language, it don't hurt from time to time to revisit it as if it
were the first time. (I shamelessly take the liberty of adding a comma
after "dark". For me it needs a pause there.)
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake
This darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep;
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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