Tuesday, June 29, 2010

What is reality?

Sure, we all know what reality is, right? Reality is what is… well …REAL.

But what is it?

Wikipedia tells us: Reality, in everyday usage, means "the state of things as they actually exist." Literally, the term denotes what is real; in its widest sense, this includes everything that is, whether or not it is observable or comprehensible.

It’s simple enough to confirm that the chair we sit in is real. The ground, the cat, the roof over our head, the food we eat. These are solidities.

What about ideas? Are they real? Is death real? You can experience it, sure, but are you really extinguished for eternity? Is there a heaven or hell? Will you sing with the angels or roast in everlasting fire?

These are “realities” which are debatable.

There is such a thing as personal certainty, and that may or may not be real. Certainly, when we find someone claiming that the Martians are out to get him and wearing funny hats made of aluminum foil, we are quick to reject his “reality.” We even shut him up in a sanitarium if he appears dangerous.

So maybe “reality” has something to do with agreement. If many people in America are told with enough “authority” that terrorists are out to get us, is that real? Well, it’s real enough until debunked. (Some say, in fact, that we create terrorists by creating conditions which are unbearable.)

For many years most of us thought that the USSR was a viable threat, until it fell apart and we discovered that its people were living in poverty so that some politicians could divert all the resources of the country and its satellites to maintain a posture of success.

Well, if I tell you that you are basically good and that you are an immortal being, is that real? I believe it, so it’s real to me. A number of people I know “understand” it as a personal truth. But if you haven’t personally experienced it, it won’t be real to you. This is an area of ideas, and reality is subject to our agreement.

And wouldn’t it be nice if it were true? What I would like is for you to look for yourself. Can you really imagine a world without you in it? Check out Scientology.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Are you there?

Yesterday I was thinking how nice people are — in general, you know.

The owner of Greenberries coffee shop provided a nice cool place to sit while I updated my notes. The art director at the Reston Community Center was supportive of my efforts to start a class in Herndon. Someone — a complete stranger — smiled at me. A driver waved me to cross the street. A construction worker noticed my eating a Dairy Queen soft cone and remarked how nice it looked in this hot weather we're having.

How nice they are, all of them.

I look around and I see that each one, each person, each spark of life (really) has his own memory and purpose and concept of past and future. I want to know more about each one.

Communication is a two-way street. It's not words. It's perception, recognition. The person who doesn't recognize other life leads a very lonely existence.

Let's communicate, my friend.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Bio-remediation


This is an interesting possible natural solution to the current BP drilling spill.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Do you have to have an opinion?

Seems like everybody has an opinion about everything. Except me. There are lots of things I don't have a clear opinion on. Why? If I don't know enough about something, I don't have an opinion about it. I dread telephone surveys about the "local issues" or the "local politician" who is up for election. I cringe, because I usually really don't know enough about the issues. I know. this is my failure. That is, in part. It's difficult to get the truth sometimes in a PR world.

Sometimes, on the other hand, I have clear opinions that are later proven to be spurious. They are arrogant. Here's what I mean. I'm an artist, I paint a certain way. I paint that way because I like the style of certain artists. Now, when I was young (I'm old as the hills now), I used to reject most art that didn't conform to my style.

But art is a communication. It can be of many kinds. It can be of many qualities and at various proficiency levels. I am charmed, often, by the paintings produced by my students — efforts which they reject as not coming up to their standards for proficiency. They reject because of an opinion.

Well, it's an opinion. Opinions are free. Here, have some!

Friday, May 14, 2010

Remember when it was fun to drive a car?

In the early 1970's, my mother sold me her Mercury Cougar. It was a long sleek car, V8 engine, dark green, and boy could it go. And it had a dial that showed RPMs which fascinated me. It was a great car to drive.

After a while, it got a bit too much for me. It had carburetor problems and I didn't have much money for fixing. So, when it wouldn't start, I'd get out, lift the hood, take off the distributor cap, hold it open with a screw driver and mist some sort of fluid some male acquaintance told me about into the distributor. Worked like a dream . . . until the next time.

Eventually, several old car fanatics saw it in the parking lot and began bidding against each other and I sold it for more than I paid (but certainly less than it was worth as a classic.) I bought a new VW Rabbit which didn't have a carburator. I loved the Rabbit too, but for a different reason. With the Cougar, you could go up an on ramp to the highway with minimal merge space and spring forward, sure of adequate acceleration.

But here's the thing: yes, the Cougar was exceptional. But there was something more. I had an attitude. I was young and life was fine and interesting. Yesterday, driving my Toyota minivan, which is now 7 years old but still performs well, I remembered that Cougar. And that memory was a fine wine. Oh, that Cougar! What fun it is to drive a fast car.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Simple and natural solution to the oil spill in the Gulf

You should all check out this proposal. If anyone viewing this has connections and could get this looked at by politicos, please pass it on!
A Cool Solution to the Oil Spill

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Antidepressants don't work

"Here's some depressing recent medical news: Antidepressants don't work. What's even more depressing is that the pharmaceutical industry and Food and Drug Administration (FDA) have deliberately deceived us into believing that they DO work. As a physician, this is frightening to me. Depression is among the most common problems seen in primary-care medicine and soon will be the second leading cause of disability in this country." -- From Mark Hyman for The Huffington Post

What's depressing is that a large number of people still think that the psychiatric profession knows what it's talking about and that the Drug Industry is carefully developing drugs that will let us lead better lives.

Find out more about "the Marketing of Madness" at CCHR.org. You can watch it online for free. Brilliant expose!

Friday, April 23, 2010

I have nothing to say and no one to say it to

This blog was supposed to be for my opinions and thoughts on life and the nature of the world and being. Often I don't have a strong opinion. I rather like this world and wish that more people were doing art and less people were doing war. What follows is a poem I wrote after we were "buried" in snow (2 feet of it -- ok, laugh you northerners) in February.

Wrong Season
(after the deep snowfall, February 2010)

I am not a fox, says the fox.
The wind colors me red and the snow
makes me deep and silent.
The quality of light is hunger.
There will be no warm respite.
Everything has gone to ground.
I can move, the falling white
bounding my wooded world.
But I can’t escape.

I am not a bird, says the sparrow.
The light frames me brown and still.
I am cold, not flight. I am caught
in the wrong season. Where
are my friends? Where is my food?

I am not a deer, says the doe.
What can I do in this white world?
I am ghost, fading into the woods,
looking for shelter. I am surprise,
the quality of waiting.

I am not future or past,
say the fox, the sparrow, the doe.
I am now. I am sight, I am hearing.
The quality of light is hunger.
I am caught in the wrong season.
I am ghost.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Big Lies Are Big Truths With Small Lies

by Dean Blehert

When we attack the big lies that move people to vicious acts, we commonly underrate humanity. Most people are decent. They want to survive; they want others to survive. They are not moved merely by stupidity and viciousness. If we are not to fall once again into old lies, we must understand the power of those lies. To understand Nazi Germany, Communist Russia and the lies that hold our own society, at best, stagnant, we must understand that it is truth that moves people. A big lie consists of great truths warped by small lies, hooks in the rich bait of truth. To understand the big lie, we must unthread its small lies from its great truths.

It is easy to look at the results of such lies with contempt for those who were taken in by them. How many of us have sneered self-righteously at people who were willing to sacrifice liberty to have the trains run on time? And how many of us would not, caught in the endless creep of rush-hour exhaust, sell our souls for an efficient transportation system? It is easy to be outraged by death camps after daily instruction by the media on which groups are "cults" and, therefore, not worthy of concern, somehow subhuman.

It is not my purpose here to say that unlike things are alike, to say that the killing of hundreds of thousands of Iraqi soldiers in a recent war was, for example, the ethical equivalent of the Holocaust — only to point out that if we were now at the beginning of a period of boundless viciousness, constructed of our own dearest assumptions, perhaps we would not now know it. Certainly few virtuous anti-Communist Americans of the 50's knew how nearly their own agreements came to wiping out the entire population of this planet in nuclear holocaust, vastly more destructive than anything the Nazis conceived. We know this now, looking at the documents of the Cuban missile crisis in 1963.

Our assumptions about ourselves and the Russians were in place — a very elaborate set of unchallengeable assumptions. The game was about to play itself out. The inevitable was narrowly averted — largely because individuals on both sides violated the rules, opened up live communications with "monsters" on the other side - and also because one of the monsters backed down, despite the overwhelming big truth that it is disastrous to back down.

There's an example of a "big truth" — it is disastrous to back down. The little lie is what is omitted: That sometimes it is worse NOT to back down.

Nazi Germany lives on as the favorite example of scholars, the almost universally accepted exemplar of pure evil. But Hitler's vision had the power to sweep tens of millions of people into the storm of World War II. What great truths did Hitler bring to the German people to move them so?

First, there's emotional truth. To people living in fear, rage comes as truth, just as joy is truth to the conservative and stoic conservatism moves the bored and lightly antagonistic — just as the outpouring of grief reaches one in stone apathy. Hitler's rage and pain were real to Germans who were below rage. It promised the possibility of action, of asserted rightness.

Apathy is nearer to death than grief, grief than fear, fear than anger. If a cheerful person is overwhelmed and becomes, briefly, apathetic, he will, as part of his recovery, pass through anger. Anger is, then, on the road to life and recovery for those below anger and nearer to death. The rolling boil is greeted with vast relief by a people long simmering.

The little lie is in giving anger incorrect targets. When anger fixes on wrong targets, it will be rebuffed, overwhelmed, knocked back down to apathy, like Don Quixote tilting at windmills or the drunk crashing through the barroom mirror and taking a swing at the cops when they arrive.

The big truth is that where a nation is fragmented, each alienated from all others, it is necessary to give people something they can agree about - and also, that a nation must be a nation to survive, must be united, must have agreed-upon goals upon which it can act, that people who move together toward a shared purpose have great power and love for each other.

The little lie is in the agreements themselves— for example, the agreement that the Jews were responsible for all of Germany's problems.

That's obvious stupidity, you say? But see what a LITTLE lie it is. What are a few Jews to a great nation's survival? We sacrifice the rights of a few individuals to achieve a great universal truth, the unity of a nation. The truth is of a higher order than the lie.

Not so, for the lie invalidates a higher truth, the unity of mankind. It says that mankind is made up of true men and monsters. It says that there shall be no unity among men, only endless war of true men against monsters. Surely what holds for a nation holds for mankind: We, like all people, achieve power and love for each other by acting together toward shared goals. Surely the survival of mankind is a higher-order concept than the survival of one nation, for if mankind perished, all nations would perish. And by the end of World War II, with the emergence of nuclear weapons, we knew that a failure to achieve a unity of all people would lead to the destruction of all people.

Of course, Hitler's rationale was that the Jews were a plague upon the entire planet and that eventually all nations would join Germany in eliminating them. He knew he needed to stretch his lie that far to uphold, at least outwardly, the truth that a whole world is greater than any of its nations, a truth he, himself, could not believe.

The little lies that barb great truths are, themselves, loose threads of even greater truths. Tug on the little lies, and the universe begins to unravel.

It is more difficult to disentangle the great truths of Karl Marx from its little lies — or Freud's ball of thread — or hardest of all, one's own, the great truths and big lies by which each of us lives. But one cannot live a lie. The lies give the illusion of supporting life because they are wound like vines about the truths that keep us going, truths that are strangled by the lies that pretend to support them.

Each has his own dearest lies: They don't understand me. It doesn't matter. You can't have everything. What I don't know won't hurt me. It's not my problem. Nobody cares. I need to be loved. It's a dangerous world. What's the use. They wouldn't get it. If I once slow down, I'm finished. All blondes are horse radishes who live in door knobs.

Pervasive generalities based on old painful decisions persist to color all our truths and slant them subtly - even the craziest lies lacquered in plausible rationales. We use them as a stay against chaos, something to hang onto when the winds of space would sweep us away. But often it is only the need to grow that threatens our stability. Rather than confront what is before us and learn to handle it, we cling to our computations. Thus, the little lies that hide within our great truths keep us from growing, hold us fixed in one place.

One man with a great truth (for example, that freedom is proportional to responsibility or that an economy prospers from fair exchange or that we hate those we have injured) can create a civilization, an economy, a relationship, but when sufficiently rebuffed and confused by those who would counter him, falls back upon his little lies, the limiters of his creativity, the still point of a spinning world where he can stand still being right and making others wrong.

The spokesman for responsibility confuses responsibility with blame; the pursuer of fair exchange becomes infatuated with vengeance; the guru of relationships insists we must love everyone. Each becomes a parody of truth, frozen in an awkward posture.

Strip away the little lies from a big grotesque lie, and you will find a great truth. Each of us is a great truth.

 

Essay by Dean Blehert

Friday, April 9, 2010

Free e-book on Scientology

Did you know that you can get a free e-book about some aspect of Scientology that will allow you to use Scientology to see that it works? I just now discovered this website and I'm excited to introduce it to you. You can use the link that says "Choose a different ebook" to select the area that interests you.

Is the World a Dangerous Place?

I think we've had a decrease in the general level of manners in our "modern" society. Some might say this is good, that it reflects more honesty. I don't think it is good. And I don't think it reflects more honesty. In the fifties, when TV was young and I was just growing up, the shows we saw often seem antiquated today. Today shows are often more brutal and more graphic. Take, for instance, Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. It focuses on victims of rape, abuse, child molestation. It pictures a world that is brutal and dangerous. But if you look around at your life, there is more calm than brutality. (And if there isn't, then maybe something is wrong with the picture.)

I myself believe in a sort of Karma. We used to say "Do onto others what you would have them do unto you." Later it became fashionable to mock that attitude with "Do unto others before they do unto you." But manners have a great deal to do with treating others the way you want to be treated. And, interestingly enough, it calms the waters.

You can be a force for good just by being a cheerful, caring person.
In the essay on "The Dangerous Environment" L. Ron Hubbard says more eloquently what I've been trying to say here. I recommend it.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Fat and sweeteners

Dr. Mercola has a fascinating article on the dangers of Agave syrup which I believe to be true based on my limited exposure to the product.

At the very end of the article, he says:

“If you have insulin issues, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, diabetes, or if you’re overweight, I suggest you avoid all sweeteners, including stevia, since any sweetener can decrease your insulin sensitivity.”

If you have time, read the article. If not, here’s my take: we are flooding our bodies with a lot of sugar. In response to our “addicted” sugar-cravings, manufacturers look for ways to increase the sweetness of their products. Just try looking over the labels of the packaged foods you buy.

Zone_book_searsA book by Dr. Sears explains in a technical way what is happening to your endocrine system when you overdose your body with sugar.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Vale Schoolhouse Painting

I've been so busy I've been neglecting to promote. Well, no promotion means no one knows about what I've been doing. So here's a little update:

I continue to teach an "Oil and Acrylics workshop" at the Reston Community Center. The painting shown here was a demo of oil painting completed during a recent class. It's a view of a small schoolhouse called "Vale School" on Vale Road in Oakton, Virginia. It is 16 x 20, the sides are painted (so it can be hung without framing) and it already has wiring on the back.

I will be including this painting in may ebay store. http://stores.ebay.com/Pam-Coulter-Art

Thursday, February 25, 2010

After the 2 foot snow: February 2010

I am not a fox

I am not a fox, says the fox.
The wind colors me red and the snow
makes me deep and silent.
The quality of light is hunger.
There will be no warm respite.
Everything has gone to ground.
I can move, the falling white
bounding my wooded world.
But I can’t escape.

I am not a bird, says the sparrow.
The light frames me brown and still.
I am cold, not flight. I am caught
in the wrong season. Where
are my friends? Where is my food?

I am not a deer, says the doe.
What can I do in this white world?
I am ghost, fading into the woods,
looking for shelter. I am surprise,
the quality of waiting.

I am not future or past,
say the fox, the sparrow, the doe.
I am now. I am sight, I am hearing.
The quality of light is hunger.
I am caught in the wrong season.
I am ghost.

by Pam Blehert

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