This is a poem about looking for purpose and direction, and how their considerations. Preface The gaze of our yearnings may differ Hence I had not tailored this message to my own.[1] Prelude In dreams born of dreams[2] All the meanings are cryptic And signify things unknowable. To rule them is to dream them, (the prophets read their own minds[3]). Method Goodness appears in the territorial...
[Editor’s Notes: Nice of me to finally put some of these thoughts into writing, but shame I didn’t care for any further development. Recommendation: Be inspired, and then start the project which here is alluded (esoteric complexity irregardless [sic])] Molecular biology and Talmudic study have long been associated in my mind. But I have never thought of anything more specific than the most...
Here I attempt to design instructions for contemplation which aims to induce an awareness of eligibility, allure, and direction, for a particular will. Here I use the will that says, “I shall rule,” (which are the first three words of all wills), “and my majesty shall be the prism that knows itself to be riding a ladder constructed of dreams within dreams.” First select three forms that are...
Editorial notes: This post was found in ‘Draft’ mode in the original blog and may be incomplete. It is published here in its original state. It was last updated on 03/11/2016. What follows is a very practical guide to building an ark. Or joining one if already built 🙂 Briefest guide Some metaphysical principles A medium guide A summary guide Briefest Guide Mundane version: With every...
Editorial notes: The first part of this short autobiographical narrative refers to the time Shai lived in a debilitated farmhouse in the Brisbane area. I was there is June 2015 and the description of the farmhouse, its surroundings and inhabitants is spot on. The last paragraph is Shai’s beautiful, yet painful, reflection of his continuing battle with drug addiction. The analogy he draws between...
Editorial notes: This post was found in ‘Draft’ mode in the original blog and may be incomplete. It is published here in its original state. It was last updated on 13/09/2016 A rabbi who was kind to me and who gave me hope before I could understand it, told me that we travel in circles, forever repeating our lessons with opportunities to rise ever higher. I reflect on my biography but...
Editorial notes: This untitled post was found in ‘Draft’ mode in the original blog and may be incomplete. It is published here in its original state. It was last updated on 13/09/2016 Like a captain far from any familiar shore, gifted with a map without which he could only be utterly lost, yet dreading the fear that his past mistakes can only repeat so that he will lose even the ken...
My dreams for the future. This is what I want you to do. And this is why I want you to do it. My dream is to employ (in vitro) brain to computer interfaces to study the interaction of differentiable memory and processing schemas. To achieve this I will aim for at least the following: Experience in psychological DS (e.g. within the domain of e-commerce, journalism) Feasible via industry placement...
The Buddha called sickness, ageing and death, the divine messengers. The Buddha called death the supreme teacher, containing all teachers just the elephant’s footprint can contain all others. I know that I will become sick, that I will age, and that I will die. I know these things but rarely am I aware of them. I begin with an intention to be aware of that death. I spark my mind with...
Dear stranger, Down the road is a bridge over a cement creek. The waters are always very low, except when it rains, then it stays high for a few days. In the middle of the creek, to the side of the bridge, is a supermarket trolley lying on its side, half submerged. I walk over the bridge most days – to the train station, or the shops, or the library – and sometimes I see two ducks standing next...
