NOTICE - NO PHONE

The crackle is absent: no speech can reach me.

Either I have just been transported to a nearby solar system or my roomate has moved out and kept her phone. The difference is immaterial as either way I can't be reached by distance audio communication.

Now, if the former is true then either you all won't get this message until early 2009 or LJ has an ansible.

I'll take pictures.

This sounds like fun

The fourth annual Amnesty International fundraiser music party

Theme: Magical Mystery Tour (Music era 1964 - 1972) played by five great live bands

When: Saturday, November 5. Doors open 7:00pm

Where: WISE Hall, 1882 Adanac (Corner of Victoria and Adanac - across the alley form the Vancouver East Cultural Center)

Tickets are $15.00 and all proceeds are going to Amnesty International.
Dress up as though you are back in the sixties (optional). Dancing: mandatory
For ticket reservation or more information contact Dave or Luci at (604) 524-0110

Hello: Dear friends and Amnesty supporters:

Our humble band (The Unmentionables) will be playing from 8:15pm - 8:45pm. Don't worry about buying tickets in advance just be sure to let us know if you are coming and who you are bringing - and you can buy your tickets at the door.

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There are ramifications to this dissolution of boundaries. If who 'I am' is an arbitrary midpoint between a cell and an ecosystem, between a moment's stray thought and a universe alive with cognition, then 'my' existence or nonexistence is basically unimportant. "I" am a bucket full of water in an ocean, minus the physical bucket.

More to the point, if all thought and feeling are one then I am a component of a larger soul; a component predisposed to thinking of itself as separate. What am I praying to then? Is the left pinky kneeling before the rest of the body, hoping to receive a glimpse of its wisdom or power?

Death? Unimportant: an evolutionarily programmed fear of the termination of a self that really doesn't really exist. The point where homeostasis stops is akin to the point where you whang your head on alow door and it stings and you lose a brain cell or two. My memories and personality cease but those are not fundamentally different from what I have done in the world. "My" actions leave traces in this brain called mine and in the world around it. There is no oblivion nor an afterlife, just a self-obsessed leaf drying up and falling off.

Selfishness? Foolishness: a calculation based on mislayed boundaries. A mistake. Not evil, just stupid. Kind of like selling your left hand for money or trying to cheat your toes..

God? You, me, everyone, everything. What's left when you remove imaginary barriers. Admittedly, this leaves us without an infinitely wise or more powerful being, but it also puts it within touching distance. Hell, it puts it within circulation distance.

So then: what's been distracing me is a stab at a solution to that "God, Ethics and The Afterlife" question.