The Boat Post
Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 9:01 pm
All -
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Courtesy of Mick Jagger , et alia
The thing here, is,
The Earth has been alive with hominids and cultures
And "religions" for a very long time.
To continue to stuff ten pounds of shit
Into the one pound sack of the latter Middle Eastern Jesus-Fest,
Topologically speaking
Is crap.
I am very specifically referring to the development
Of cognition.
So, I offer this thread
As a very open ended discussion
To this end.
As such,
It begins with no presuppositions.
And I would hope would continue the same way.
So, as it is
I am not going to lay down any over
Riding intellectual structure. Rather,
This thread - potentially -
Will grow itself,
Rather than the pattern of tiresome
And irritating recourses to sources
Who are somewhere between "doubtful"
and "idiotic".
OK
Now, about boats.
Vessels, to be exact.
It doesn't matter whether you are building a thing
Made of planks and tar and cordage,
To transport you from here to there,
Or if you are building a thing
Made of cognition and knowledge and experiential cordage
To transport your life from here to there
All within your life, as short as it is
And with luck, your children's lives, also.
Point being,
What, just exactly,
Is the state of being alive?
And that gets us right the hell back to handaxes
And cavepaintings,
Not the thirdhand political/religious manipulations
Of any set of scriptures you would choose to quote.
hoka hey
john
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Courtesy of Mick Jagger , et alia
The thing here, is,
The Earth has been alive with hominids and cultures
And "religions" for a very long time.
To continue to stuff ten pounds of shit
Into the one pound sack of the latter Middle Eastern Jesus-Fest,
Topologically speaking
Is crap.
I am very specifically referring to the development
Of cognition.
So, I offer this thread
As a very open ended discussion
To this end.
As such,
It begins with no presuppositions.
And I would hope would continue the same way.
So, as it is
I am not going to lay down any over
Riding intellectual structure. Rather,
This thread - potentially -
Will grow itself,
Rather than the pattern of tiresome
And irritating recourses to sources
Who are somewhere between "doubtful"
and "idiotic".
OK
Now, about boats.
Vessels, to be exact.
It doesn't matter whether you are building a thing
Made of planks and tar and cordage,
To transport you from here to there,
Or if you are building a thing
Made of cognition and knowledge and experiential cordage
To transport your life from here to there
All within your life, as short as it is
And with luck, your children's lives, also.
Point being,
What, just exactly,
Is the state of being alive?
And that gets us right the hell back to handaxes
And cavepaintings,
Not the thirdhand political/religious manipulations
Of any set of scriptures you would choose to quote.
hoka hey
john