D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Submitted by pluteum.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Submitted by pluteum.
“When I grow up I want to be a little boy.” (joseph heller, “something happened”)
“a little child will lead them.…(and)…The entire earth will be filled with the knowledge of the Eternal.” (Isaiah 6b, 9b)
“When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, “Son when you grow up,
would you be the saviour of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?”
He said “Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non-believers,
the plans that they have made?”
“Because one day I’ll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join The Black Parade.” (my chemical romance, “welcome to the black parade”)
once upon a time there was a little boy…though abandoned at birth, he spent the 1st 11 months of his life being swung back & forth by mum & diane, until he finally felt safe & secure once more…then little boy douglas was torn away from mum and diane, and was renamed little boy kelly, & was desperately afraid that he might never again feel safe & secure…and since his heart had been so cruelly torn away from his birthmother’s heart at birth, and from fostermomgrace and fostersistediane’s hearts just 11 short months later, he buried his little boy heart and hid instead inside his little boy head…this seemed to offer him the safety his heart had once felt beating in time with his birthmother’s inside the womb, swinging back & forth with his fostermomgrace & diane in the park, in the backyard, and even inside their little apartment…
but then one day little boy kelly travelled 1500 miles away from home to go to law school…and when his head suddenly failed him, and little boy kelly lost his scholarship, his fears returned that he might never again feel safe & secure, and his battles with insomnia drove him to be the brink of a complete nervous breakdown…but when he went home that Christmas, little boy kelly’s adoptivedad simply said “take a deep breath”, and little boy kelly slept for 14 hours., his heart finally feeling safe & secure in his daddy’s love…
but then 4 short years later, little boy kelly was halfway around the world for law school, when he got the call that his daddy had been nearly killed in a car accident, and had been left permanently head injured, leaving little boy kelly’s heart orphaned once again…
so little boy kelly hid inside his head once more, determined to save as many immigrants as possible in his new career as a lawyer to prove himself worthy of being loved…but then one day, 7 years into his career, little boy kelly found himself being falsely imprisoned and abused by a cop, and once again his head no longer seemed safe, as he found himself on the brink of a nervous breakdown once again…
and so about a decade in to his career, little boy kelly finally found a trusted friend to take his daddy’s place, who offered him the safety and security he needed to be able to continue helping as many immigrants as possible, and so to feel worthy of being loved once more…but then one day little boy kelly’s trusted friend got greedy, and abused and betrayed little boy kelly’s trust, leaving little boy kelly’s heart orphaned once again…
only this time, little boy kelly could no longer hide inside his head, as his head and heart had become too tightly intertwined after a lifetime of trauma to both…and so little boy kelly would spend the next 3 ½ years once more teetering on the edge of a complete nervous breakdown, until finally figuring out that he’d better befriend his ptsd or be destroyed by it…
and then one day little boy kelly was given a “street kid scholarship” to go away for a weekend spiritual retreat…and at that retreat, the guest speaker, whose 1st name was the same as little boy kelly’s middle initials, and whose initials were the same as little boy kelly’s adoptivedad’s 1st and middle initials, prayed over little boy kelly, and said he saw a vision of a little boy longing for his daddy’s love…and right after that, the next person who prayed over little boy kelly said he had a vision of a leader…and finally, after the final session of the retreat, someone else stood up and said that they’d been given a verse, proverbs 24: 16, which said that “The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again. But one disaster is enough to overthrow the wicked.”
…and so little boy kelly got up and tearfully told of how his heart had been traumatized four times, and his head had been traumatized three times, but that he was claiming the promise of that verse that he would get up again, and somehow find a way to be a leader to anyone else who’d ever suffered trauma so severe they feared the wounds might be incurable…
They look like Pollocks…
But actually, these are two simulations of a whole cortical column, and 1000 pyramidal cells (a type of neuron) during a network simulation (blue cells are silent, red cells are firing), respectively, left—›right.
via EPFL, at Henry Markram’s Human Brain Project.
a number of scientists have expressed serious reservations about Markram’s project.
Some say we don’t know enough about the brain to simulate it on a supercomputer. And even if we did, these critics ask, what would be the value of building such a complicated “virtual brain”? Some researchers say it is premature to invest money in a simulation while important principles of brain function remain to be discovered.
Haim Sompolinsky, a neuroscientist at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, said: “The rhetoric is that in a decade they will be able to reverse-engineer the human brain in computers. This is fantasy. Nothing will come close to it in a decade.”
But those who say “it’s fantasy” and “never” have consistently been proven wrong. Although I agree with Sompolinsky, I do hope he will be, as well.
Meanwhile, despite all this, Itskov and the 2045 project…
May you awaken to the mystery of being here and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence. May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon. May you respond to the call of your gift and find the courage to follow its path.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul. May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
May the flame of anger free you from falsity. May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame and may anxiety never linger about you.
May you be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul. May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.
short eared owl
(photo by jamie macarthur)
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