Hi All:
In a post addressed to Marco, John B. had some observations about
words. Here are some more:
You can't define the present moment in so many words. Like beauty,
you feel it.
Intuition expresses itself not in words but in promptings.
Pure awarenesss has wordless powers--chemistry, vibes, gut feelings.
Just as quantum potential holds the universe in unmanifested form, so
uncountable words exist in one's memory without being expressed.
The Dynamic reality that goes beyond words is the constant focus of
Zen teaching. Because of their habituation to a world of words,
philosophers do not often understand Zen. When philosophers have
trouble understanding the distinction between static and Dynamic
Quality it can be because they are trying to include and subordinate all
Quality to thought patterns. The distinction between static and Dynamic
Quality is intended to block this. --Robert Pirsig
Every word spoken is a creative act springing out of the potential of the
instant.
We cannot think at all without value for we value the words we think
with.
Written words have progressed from the ink and quill pen to word
processors, but are the thoughts expressed any better?
The lies we tell about our duty and purposes, the meaningless words
of science and philosophy, are walls that topple before a bewildered
little "Why?" --John Steinbeck
Long prose, big words give the impression you know what you are
talking about.
Printed words are a kind of telepathy. The writer writes and the reader
reads silently.
A bill of fare with one real raison on it instead of the word "raisin" might
be an inadequate meal, but it would at least be a commencement of
reality.
Hamlet: Words, words, words.
Polinius: What is the matter, my lord?
Hamlet: Between who?
Polinius: I mean, the matter that you read my lord.
Hamlet: Slanders, sir . . .
As a starting axiom I would say, "Things which are intellectually
meaningless can nevertheless have value." -- Robert Pirsig
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
--- Lewis Carroll
Words can be phoney as well as real. --John Beasley
Words and ideas are not totally fluid, and not totally whatever we
choose them to mean (the postmodern mistake). --John Beasley
Platt
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