The word and the voice of God

[Myra]

Casey what does irrationally enumerated mean? I'm not being flippant - I don't understand.


okay now I'm being flippant
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Thanks for making room at your table for me, that's very kind of you.
Casey

My table? It’s not my table - It was here when I arrived. I just sat down and made myself comfortable, I just assumed that was okay.

But I'm waiting for that big table that fits everybody... It's a partisan thing, Myra!

Oh God - there goes uncle Casey – wandering away from the table again because the homeless still have no place to sit. Casey at least come and grab a chicken leg to wander with – you’re all skin and bones – how will you pull out a chair for the next person who comes, if you in that shape. You do realize Uncle Casey that there is not one of us here, who does not wish this table big enough to seat the world – I think we’ll have to settle on it being big enough for all who choose to come for now – well, there might be a few -some people can’t stand to eat in groups.

It's intuitive to me that there are more irrational numbers than rational ones, though I don't know how to show it..

Hi Manna, It kind of makes sense – but just kinda. Greg mentioned Cantor - I briefly looked up his set theory in Wikipedia – but I don’t get – I might have a better look later. Basically I think he has a way of counting – I’m not sure how you would do that though because the set is infinite – so really how could there be more of one than the other – I know there is – it makes sense and doesn’t make sense.

I was wondering if the calculations change at all if the soldier-points are based on a regular but non-square packing scheme. I don't think it would be different, or much different, but I don't know how to show that either

Good question – What if they were in some kind of irregular pattern like a hexagon or what about a circle formation

[Casey Butler]

Oh God - there goes uncle Casey – wandering away from the table again because the homeless still have no place to sit.

If there were no uncles to wander away because the homeless have no place to sit, even this Nightengale's table we're at now could not exist!

And never mind about the homeless for a minute, what about the rest?

What about the ones who won't eat chicken or pork, etc... What about those who don't like eating in groups (which I don't mind, BTW)?

Last time I sat at the table you're talking about was 1969 - when I found out it was really the Incredible Shrinking Table.

I know, I know, the shrinking is an illusion.

The table doesn't actually shrink, it just never got bigger to accomodate my kids - not to mention the other two thirds of the world.

I'm waiting for the big table you don't need an invitation to, 'cause chairs there are your right, Myra, and there's lots of room for you no matter who you are.

Just like it says in the Declaration of Independence, written by Uncle Tom.

Casey

[Manna]

Basically I think he has a way of counting – I’m not sure how you would do that though because the set is infinite – so really how could there be more of one than the other – I know there is – it makes sense and doesn’t make sense.

There is an infinity of numbers between 0 and 1, but the infinity of numbers between 0 and 100 is bigger. Of course, it would take forever to count them all, or maybe only half that long.

[Casey Butler]

Irrational enumerating... "You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum..."

It went like this:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness..."

God just keeps getting in the way, doesn't He...

This was the faith from which we started.

If bitter searching of the heart doesn't appeal to you, I don't mind. Lot's of people feel that way.

[Myra]

Hi Casey – I was reading to my son last night and I thought of you and a question (probably a rhetorical one) that you asked weeks ago.
I still haven't decided if your for real or not, but that's okay because I'm not, so it all works out.

But seriously, suppose you knew for a fact that nobody else has to die, that this is heaven right here, that to God nobody has died to begin with, and that all good and all evil folks will live again in the flesh and un-metamorphed, how would you tell the world without being called a fool, how would you get people's attention...

Or... Let's say, suppose Leonard Cohen knows that nobody else has to die, that God is, etc... How could he tell the world?

Would anyone listen or even consider what he might have to say... How could he tell you, Myra?

We have to catch up with the poets.

The gentle art of persuasion

The Sun and the North Wind were always arguing over who was more powerful. One day they decided to settle the dispute once and for all. They agreed that the one who could strip a traveler of his clothing would be declared most powerful. The North Wind was the first to try. He blew and blew, but the gusts of wind only made the unsuspecting traveler pull his clothes around him more tightly. When the Wind blew harder still, the cold made the man put on another coat.. Finally the Wind grew tired. I was the Sun’s turn to try.

First the Sun shone with a gentle warmth; the man took off his extra coat. The Sun blazed brighter and brighter until, unable to stand the heat, the traveler stripped off all his clothes and went to a nearby river for a cool swim.

Aesop – adapted by Tom Lynch

So basically Leonard is able to teach me, because he creates within me a strong desire to strip off my cloths – haha kiddin - kinda

So be the sun Casey, not the wind – let people come to their own conclusion to remove their cloths and then be the water that sooths them – water can move mountains.

[Casey Butler]

You're right, of course...

However, my question wasn't rhetorical. I wanted to know how you thought he could express it in plain English. Leonard Cohen is a indeed like the sun from your marvelous quote there.

So be the sun Casey, not the wind...

If the sun had been doing its job to begin with there would have been no dispute with the wind.

But I'm not the sun, Myra, I'm not the wind, I'm not the moon or even a faint star on the horizon. I'm just Casey, vulture at the carcasse, the braying ass whose message you thought of when you were reading to your son (with your clothes on [sigh]).

If I were the sun, I would say this to Leonard Cohen on behalf of everyone he sings mystery to:

Hurt once and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in every eye the held-high
razor, shivering every ram and son?

And now the silent loony bin, where
The shadows live in the rafters like
Day-weary bats,
Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
lures them to exaggerate
Mountain-size on the white stone wall
Your tiny limp.

How can we leave you in such a house?

Are there no more saints and wizards
to praise their ways with pupils,
No more evil to stun with the slap
of a wet red tongue?

Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
and rest because he had finally come?

Let us cry Help beside you, Teacher.

We have entered under this dark roof
As fearlessly as honoured sons and daughters
Enter their father’s house.

[Manna]

What if the sun and the wind had decided to see which could make a man pull his clothes tighter around himself?

(But anyway, the sun makes the wind.)

[Gullivor]

What if the sun and the wind had decided to see which could make a man pull his clothes tighter around himself?

(But anyway, the sun makes the wind.)

One can hold on to his torn and tattered clothes all they want...but its better to stand naked in the Sun. Besides the High-Held razor well remove all clothes when it comes around.

Gully

[Manna]

A blessing for Gully:

may your blanket never cover you.

[Gullivor]

Hurt once and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in every eye the held-high
razor, shivering every ram and son?

And now the silent loony bin, where
The shadows live in the rafters like
Day-weary bats,
Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
lures them to exaggerate
Mountain-size on the white stone wall
Your tiny limp.

How can we leave you in such a house?

Are there no more saints and wizards
to praise their ways with pupils,
No more evil to stun with the slap
of a wet red tongue?

Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
and rest because he had finally come?

Let us cry Help beside you, Teacher.

We have entered under this dark roof
As fearlessly as honoured sons and daughters
Enter their father’s house.

Yes LC and every one else that can read the letters....Everybody knows this World is a day room of a Mental Hospital.
So quit feeling sorry about the situation and just enjoy it...rule # 62!
Gully

[Manna]

Oh lovely, let us continue the glorious stutter of speaking with others' words rather than our own. It is often the mode of this thread, and it is a lovely shroud we use to confess our lives. Though honestly, I'm never sure if I am the one being addressed. Covering myself doesn't mean I am not enjoying the world. I don't have to enjoy and embrace the world in the same way as anyone else. Are we still wondering if the sun or moon is more powerful?

Book of Mercy -

I.14
Blessed are you who, among the numberless swept away in terror, permitted a few to suffer carefully. Who put a curtain over a house so that a few could lower their eyes. Blessed be Ishmael, who taught us how to cover ourselves. Blessed are you who dressed the shivering spirit in a skin. Who made a fence of changing stars around your wisdom. Blessed be the teacher of my heart, on his throne of patience. Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word. Who, in the terrible inferno, sheltered understanding, and keeps her still, beautiful and deeply concealed. Blessed are you who sweetens the longing between us. Blessed are you who binds the arm to the heart, and the will to the will. Who has written a name on a gate, that she might find it, and come into my room. Who defends a heart with strangerhood. Blessed are you who sealed a house with weeping. Blessed be Ishmael for all time, who covered his face with the wilderness, and came to you in darkness. Blessed be the covenant of love between what is hidden and what is revealed. I was like one who had never been caressed, when you touched me from a place in your name, and dressed the wound of ignorance with mercy. Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.

[Gullivor]

Are we still wondering if the sun or moon is more powerful?

I was just pondering the fact that the sun controls the wind and that the moon controls the tides.

[Myra]

The Moon is in love with the Earth and the Earth is in love with the Sun, therefore the Sun wins.

[Manna]

Of the three, the Earth is the one where I can live. So it wins me. Other than that, the three are part of the same suff, and they all three need each other in order to maintain the cosmic homeostasis. What is most important to me - my food, my skin or my hands? Without any one of hem, I would be very different.

[Myra]

You're right of course, all three necessary and all three are from the same. I thought the question though was - who was more powerful the moon or the sun?