I cannot express how beautiful and profound this discussion felt in my body. It lights me up. I will watch it again and again until the feel of it, and the language of it, has become localized within the experiential region that I inhabit at the moment.
On numerous occasions in this video, patterns that I heard/felt fit my most generalized notion of how the nature and experience of wavelengths, and language, emerge in my perspective field. In brief, languaged as best I can, I will describe it.
The frequency of the solar system’s oscillation in the plane of our galaxy is approximately once every 72 million years. That is so subtle that I do not experience it, thus its language is silence. This is true for the vast majority of the universe’s wavelengths, shorter or longer. There is a very narrow bandwidth that “I” attend to.
My “project,” the direction to which I am drawn by some kind of gravitation, is towards the longer. The longer call to me, they seem to want their exquisite uniqueness, their delicious beauty, to be appreciated and will, on occasion, transmit their own words so to be savored again and shared. I “imagine” that they provide their words because they want to be shared, just as children and adults like their joyful discoveries to bring joy to others. To the degree that I can accurately language their feel, the more “mutual” they become. Perhaps this is how they propagate? This is, obviously, just a model, buy it is the one that works for me, and has for some time, even as it mutates.
The words also generate a temporary basecamp from which I reach out to what’s next, to see what my new resonance is attracted to, or is attracted to me. The words have a measure of solidity. Over time, I will leave that experiential vicinity and the words must be discarded, as they have served their purpose as exploratory/motion nutrition. If held on to for too long, their frequency range, relative to where I am being drawn, becomes shorter and shorter as I move on. The shorter the relative wavelength, the more dense and “matter-like” they seem to become, as my experiential aperture moves away from their natural habitat. From a nutritional perspective, they become like excrement, which if held onto too long are toxic in their rigidity.
It appears to me that is not the longer wavelengths that call to me, but the beauty, awe and delight of the motion itself. Thus, there is no particular place to be, nor experience to have. It was mentioned that Whitehead believed that the primal dimension of our experience is emotion. Motion feels right to me. I’m not sure how he meant emotion.
Though I do have conjectures about the timelessness of photons, and apparent timelessness of singularities, I am quite satisfied with the ongoing explorations of longer wavelengths and the delight of the motion…for now.
This is my first exposure to Matt. Love him…and since my particular mind cannot seem to hold the great philosophers’ writings, much less correlate between them, I’m happy to have the seeds “pre-digested” by all of you momma birds :)
“At least the body and the entire environment is an organ of perception.” Absolutely!
So much is percolating here. Maybe too much to write about in brief, but I definitely have to watch this again first.
I cannot express how beautiful and profound this discussion felt in my body. It lights me up. I will watch it again and again until the feel of it, and the language of it, has become localized within the experiential region that I inhabit at the moment.
On numerous occasions in this video, patterns that I heard/felt fit my most generalized notion of how the nature and experience of wavelengths, and language, emerge in my perspective field. In brief, languaged as best I can, I will describe it.
The frequency of the solar system’s oscillation in the plane of our galaxy is approximately once every 72 million years. That is so subtle that I do not experience it, thus its language is silence. This is true for the vast majority of the universe’s wavelengths, shorter or longer. There is a very narrow bandwidth that “I” attend to.
My “project,” the direction to which I am drawn by some kind of gravitation, is towards the longer. The longer call to me, they seem to want their exquisite uniqueness, their delicious beauty, to be appreciated and will, on occasion, transmit their own words so to be savored again and shared. I “imagine” that they provide their words because they want to be shared, just as children and adults like their joyful discoveries to bring joy to others. To the degree that I can accurately language their feel, the more “mutual” they become. Perhaps this is how they propagate? This is, obviously, just a model, buy it is the one that works for me, and has for some time, even as it mutates.
The words also generate a temporary basecamp from which I reach out to what’s next, to see what my new resonance is attracted to, or is attracted to me. The words have a measure of solidity. Over time, I will leave that experiential vicinity and the words must be discarded, as they have served their purpose as exploratory/motion nutrition. If held on to for too long, their frequency range, relative to where I am being drawn, becomes shorter and shorter as I move on. The shorter the relative wavelength, the more dense and “matter-like” they seem to become, as my experiential aperture moves away from their natural habitat. From a nutritional perspective, they become like excrement, which if held onto too long are toxic in their rigidity.
It appears to me that is not the longer wavelengths that call to me, but the beauty, awe and delight of the motion itself. Thus, there is no particular place to be, nor experience to have. It was mentioned that Whitehead believed that the primal dimension of our experience is emotion. Motion feels right to me. I’m not sure how he meant emotion.
Though I do have conjectures about the timelessness of photons, and apparent timelessness of singularities, I am quite satisfied with the ongoing explorations of longer wavelengths and the delight of the motion…for now.
You are a propellant, Bonnie. 💜
Wow! Wow! Wow! Loved this.
This is my first exposure to Matt. Love him…and since my particular mind cannot seem to hold the great philosophers’ writings, much less correlate between them, I’m happy to have the seeds “pre-digested” by all of you momma birds :)
“At least the body and the entire environment is an organ of perception.” Absolutely!
So much is percolating here. Maybe too much to write about in brief, but I definitely have to watch this again first.
Thank you!
I looove this!
And my mind is starting to work better : )