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Jul. 20th, 2017 08:09 pm
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I don't want to spoil anything, but for anyone looking for books with LGBT characters, one of the two primary protagonists of "Down Among The Sticks And Bones" by Seanan McGuire is a lesbian by chapter 9.

On a somewhat related note, the first four or five chapters of that book are an absolutely amazing and frankly horrifying depiction of how to royally mess up children. Without being malicious, the parents of Jacqueline and Jillian are worse than the Dursleys from Harry Potter!
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Now that I have finished reading "Every Heart a Doorway," a proper review is called for:

This is an amazing book, about a boarding school for people who - like Alice from Alice in Wonderland or Dorothy from the Oz books - slipped into another world, found they fit in, then got ripped out of that world back to this one, and now must adapt to their original world again, and cope with the strong need to return to the one they fell into. But of course, as with most of Seanan's writing, there is a horror twist: students are being murdered, their bodies mutilated.

As someone who coped with a troubled childhood by retreating into fantasy and then later got pulled kicking and screaming back to reality and has been trying to readjust ever since, I strongly resonate with these characters. Their characterization is unique, varied, realistic, and beautiful.

I was also pleased at the inclusion of a transgender character who is neither joke nor tragedy, and at the main character being asexual yet not aromantic. Further, one of the other girls is a scientist and genius. These characters, whose struggles to cope with being on earth again are so well written, added to a beautiful, rich, and believable fantasy multiverse, makes it a jewel to read, and I really hope Ms. McGuire will be taking us back through this door in the future.
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I just discovered, by accident, that getting an ebook from OverDrive in ePub format is ridiculously easy: it loads the book right in the first OverDrive screen. No extra logging in, no 30 minutes of scouring the help page trying to figure out what to do, just sign in once, check out the book as an epub, and go back to the original OverDrive screen to read it.

What's more, the OverDrive reader has features I REALLY wish the Kindle reader had. (And vice versa.) It has more fonts available, including OpenDyslexic, more font sizes, you can set the volume keys to be page forward/backward keys, customizable screen timeout, page animation, you can specify the orientation as something different than the device default, it has more color scheme options (though I still went with white text on black background), and you can change the margins and line spacing.

However, its bookmarks don't seem to be as useful as the Kindle reader's are, there's no text-to-speech, and I haven't yet determined if it has the ability to lookup unknown words, like Kindle's reader does.

Oh, and annoyingly, "The Long Mars" came in while I was still in the middle of "Chimera." Oh well, I have 2 weeks left on "Chimera," and 21 days to read "The Long Mars." And 1. I've gotten 55% through "Chimera" in a week, and 2. I know from experience that it will probably only take me 2 to 4 days to read "The Long Mars."

I just hope "The Long Utopia" waits until after I finish these other two, before coming in. (I didn't expect "Chimera" to come in as soon as it did, which is part of the problem.)

Anyway, "The Long Mars" being in a different reader means I could theoretically do like I used to do in my teenage years and read two books at essentially the same time, switching between the two. The stories are different enough I doubt I'd have problems keeping them distinct in my memories.

(PS, when Semagic came up, this icon was the one it picked at random. Very fitting!)


Jan. 13th, 2014 09:26 pm
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I've been reading a book of short stories by Vladimir Nabokov. I'm glad I am, because his writing style is so BEAUTIFUL. It's like he was madly in love with the English language. Every story is like a love poem to the English language. Part of the appeal is his large vocabulary and easy, casual use of awesome words. But there's more to it than that; he just knew how to put words together in a chillingly beautiful way. I get shivers reading some of the lines in his works.
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I had a dream last night featuring uplifted (to human-level sapience) gorillas. But they were incomplete; their larynx was more complex than wild gorillas, but not complex enough to manage English. They had a language of grunts and other vaguely animal noises, and that was pretty cool.

I'm not entirely sure why I had this dream; sure, I've been re-reading the Uplift trilogies by David Brin, but I haven't gotten far and I hadn't read in it for a couple days. Also, the uplifted gorillas in the series are not given a big role because they're being uplifted illegally (the Galactic civilization only allows two Client species at a time, and humans already have Chimps and Dolphins).

Also, I have a gorilla-like humanoid species in the Lyria verse, but it's been even longer since I wrote in that.
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ExistenceExistence by David Brin

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A highly stimulating, addictive, fascinating food for thought book. Loads of great ideas and quotable quotes. I usually take weeks to read even 300 page books, but I've gotten though most of this 800 page book in two days!

This book has a complex plot. It also has lots of asides and sub-plots that seem like mere social commentary or futurebuilding at first but later become relevant to the plot. But even the most seemingly pointless asides and brief mentions of things in passing turn out to be relevant to the overall story.

Also, the story is a very good, logical, complex possible answer to the Fermi Paradox.

Some of the tech lingo/slang and AI puns can get a little annoying at times, and the name of one character, Tenskwatawa, kept tripping me up because I have no idea how to pronounce it. Also, Brin drags out the suspense of certain revelations a bit too much in my opinion, but I think that's because he wants us to put the pieces together ourselves and guess the truth before it is revealed. Oh, and Professor Noozone's affected Jamaican accent is a bit off-putting, but oh well. (It is still clear than he is black, if not really Jamaican.)


All in all, I highly recommend this book!

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I've always preferred to go about barefoot if I can, even playing outside barefoot whenever feasable, in my younger days. (Stopped for a long time after stepping on a nail once when we lived in the country.) But I never had a problem with socks and shoes most of the time; though one good thing about summer is that I get to wear flip-flops, which is a lot like being barefoot. Djao'Kain, on the other hand, dislikes anything on Her feet so strongly that any attempt of mine to imagine Her in shoes or socks fails. Like, it's one of the few things I can't imagine at all.

Lately, I think I've been shifting these past few weeks toward Djao-Kain's perspective on barefootedness. I've been getting stronger and stronger urges to go barefoot and sometimes even going about with my legs exposed. I used to sometimes forget to take off my shoes and socks when I got home, but I don't anymore; it's all I can do to keep them on when I'm outside the apartment. If all I'm doing is laundry or checking the mail, I go out barefoot. And the other day when coming back from Brooke's, it was raining, and I walked halfway home barefoot before the texture of the sidewalk became too much to tolerate. I seriously think that if my feet were calloused enough to ignore rough sidewalk textures, and even to barely notice gravel, that I would just stop wearing shoes altogether (except keep a pair with me to go into buildings like restaurants). A part of me is like "That's insane, inside the city!" But it's how I feel anyway. Yet so far, I'm resisting; my feet aren't ready for that yet anyway, and I don't know how smart it is to go barefoot in a city where Goddess only knows what kinds of dangerous stuff is on the sidewalks and roads.

Also, having to resist the urge to wear short skirts in the winter cold. If I only did it like 10 or 15 minutes at a time, I'd be fine, but longer than that would make me too cold. (It doesn't help that coldness makes me horny.)

Rather long )


Oct. 23rd, 2013 08:04 pm
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Been reading the Behemoth series by Peter Watts. One of the things they keep mentioning in passing are "eyephones," a kind of stupid (pre-iPhone) name for the eye version of earphones. I find myself wanting something like this; it gets annoying trying to look at certain things and being afraid of the roommate walking in at any time (because the stupid apartment is built so you have to go through the bedroom to get to the bathroom, and the bathroom sink is in the bedroom).

It would be so simple to do, too: just one or two small screens set on a headset at a certain distance from the eye, which plugs into either the monitor jack or into a USB port. If I knew how to make one, I would.

I may have to move stuff in my room around again, so the laptop is faced away from the door, at least.
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"Because it’s suicide, that’s why!” Alyx cried. “Jeez, I can’t believe I have to explain it to you! Wouldn’t you stop me from trying to kill myself?”

"That depends."


"On if you really wanted to, or you were just trying to win an argument."

"I’m serious.

"Yeah. I can see that." Clarke sighed. "If you really wanted to kill yourself, I’d be sad and pissed off and I’d miss you like hell. But I wouldn’t stop you."

Alyx was appalled. “Why not?”

"Because it’s your life. Not mine."

Alyx didn’t seem to have been expecting that. She glared back, obviously unconvinced, obviously unequipped to respond.

Have you ever wanted to die?” Clarke asked her. “Seriously?”

"No, but—"

"I have."

Alyx fell silent.

"And believe me," Clarke continued, "it’s no fun listening to a bunch of professional head lice telling you how much there is to live for and how things aren’t really so bad and how five years from now you’ll look back and wonder how you ever could have even imagined offing yourself. I mean, they don’t know shit about my life. If there’s one thing I’m the world’s greatest expert on, it’s how it feels to be me. And as far as I’m concerned it’s the height of fucking arrogance to tell another human being whether their life is worth living.”
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I was reading "Maelstrom" by Peter Watts the other day, and there was this scene where Lenie Clarke, one of the main characters and an incest survivor, is on the run and stops at this cabin where a man and his daughter are staying. She stays for several days.

Now, we the readers got introduced to the man and the daughter before Lenie showed up. He is a good man whose wife has recently died in an earthquake. Even though there are two beds in the cabin, he and his daughter sometimes double up because he just wants to hold her to reassure himself that she, at least, is still there. He cries quietly to himself some nights. There is absolutely nothing untoward going on between the two of them.

However, Lenie severely misreads the situation as one where the man is molesting his daughter. She asks extremely vague and leading questions of the girl that elicit easily-misinterpreted answers from the confused girl, and barely gives any thought to the possibility that maybe everything is perfectly innocent. She is just *certain* that he's molesting his daughter despite having no evidence, and eventually attacks him in a misguided effort to protect the girl. (Both he and his daughter are okay, and Lenie runs away.)

This all took place over several chapters, and the whole time I was reading Lenie's side of things, I was so filled with rage on the family's behalf that when she attacked him... if the book had been a paperback I owned, instead of my Nook, and had I been reading at a time when others were not asleep, I would have thrown the book against the wall as hard as I could. I was THAT angry at the character, and the author for letting it happen.

As I was cooling down, I reflected that nothing like that would ever happen in anything I wrote. If my characters ever tried it, I would erase what was written and start over again, like "NO. NO NO NO NO NO! You will NOT be doing stupid shit like that!" If a character of mine is going to hurt innocent people, it will be because they're evil and enjoy that kind of thing, but NOT out of well-intentioned misinterpretations of the facts. That is one of the few things that I have almost no tolerance of in reading, and no tolerance at all for it happening in my own writing.

I don't really like Lenie Clarke much anymore. Sure, the GA tried to kill her and wouldn't explain why, despite the fact they had an excellent reason to do so. I would have killed her, too, in the same situation. But I would have told her and the others why, first. Sure, they may not have believed it if they'd been told, and acted as they did anyway, but it's better to try and fail than it is to not even try. And now Lenie is taking her anger towards the GA out on the whole world!

Anyway, is there anything you've seen in other books, or real life, that you would be as vehemently opposed to having in your own writing?
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New woman at the Scrabble meetup last night had a brand-new book by David Brin that I hadn't known was out. David Brin is still my favorite author; I've read a large percentage of his writings; all of his novels, except for this new one and that one he did with Gregory Benford.

The woman also has a Kindle, and she told me she's been reading a lot of romance novels lately only because they're free, and she hates paying for e-books. Not knowing how much I could tell her, I restricted my comments to "Eew, romance novels!" and telling her that she could find e-books online for free. I was tempted to say "Mainstream hetero romance novels have nothing to offer me; I prefer to get gay and lesbian porn stories online, including age play erotica." But I did not.
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My birthday is July 1st. If anyone wants to get me something for my birthday, I would really appreciate a Barne's and Noble gift certificate, preferably one I can redeem online, because I've found some lesbian age play Nook ebooks I want to check out.


Jun. 25th, 2013 01:49 am
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Gods, I love "Blindsight" by Peter Watts. Among other things, the aliens in it DON'T HAVE GENES. They are an emergent effect of their environment, and can't live for long outside of that environment.
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A post by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith linking to a post by the author "made" me check out a book called "Ultraviolet" by R. J. Anderson. It's pretty cool so far. But, I just wanted to make a comment about something in it...

Early in the book, we are shown a flashback to the main character's childhood. It's plain in some of the descriptions that the main character has what I thought at first was synesthesia. Hell, that may be what she has, and her... other abilities... may be a side effect of it, or her synesthesia may be a side effect of her other abilities, or whatever. But her other abilities only recently manifested, and hadn't been mentioned at that point. Anyway, what I want to comment on is that in the flashback, the main character (a girl) is like 5 or something and is asking her mom if to "look at the stars" when she clinks the spoons together; the child is exasperated that her mother can't see the stars that form when spoons are clinked together. Now, once her mother realizes that the child isn't imagining the stars, she reacts with intense fear. Fear of, or for, the child; or both. And then got very Dursleyish about it. At this point, I stared at the page in disbelief and utter bewilderment. Fear? Fear of what is clearly synesthesia? Was this based on reality at all? I then spent the next hour with my brain spinning its tires, stuck in a quagmire of thought, as I tried to process this. Because I can honestly say, this reaction is so far outside of my reality tunnel, there aren't words adequate to express my feelings. Never in a billion years would I have ever reacted this way to synesthesia, nor ever guessed that anyone ever would.

I mean, really. I can, with difficulty, see the path of twisted logic one must take to be a Republican, a fundie Xian, or even a flat-earther. Those paths look to me like the logical equivalent to swimming across the Pacific Ocean while yodeling to get to Japan, but I can at least see how one could get there that way. But I can't even begin to figure out the path one's life would have to take to be afraid of/for someone with synesthesia. About the only coherent thought I could form about this woman was, "People like that should not be raising children." I truly mean that, too; if something as simple as synesthesia terrifies you to the point where you slap your child because she has it, scream at her, and treat her like she's insane because of it, then you should not be breeding, and you should not be raising children.

Granted, later on in the book it becomes clear that something else is going on, too; she has some kind of superpowers, it looks like. But that's not really relevant, because I don't think her mother has any clue about any of that.
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The library here seems to have bought some more copies of the Illuminatus! trilogy, they now have 13 copies. I've put one on hold. Let's see if I can get through it this time! And being as mine was only 1 of 1 hold on 13 copies, maybe I'll even get to renew it if I have to!

I think I'll be able to get through it, for once, if I have sufficient reading time. I think I've read enough Robert Anton Wilson stuff to really start to understand his writing. Even the strange Schroedinger's Cat Trilogy is making some sense to me.
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Finished "Quantum Psychology" by Robert Anton Wilson. Gotten through his "Cosmic Trigger I" and "Cosmic Trigger II." Currently on "Cosmic Trigger III." Also reading his "Coincidance."

I can't decide whether to get more of his stuff on inter-library loan, or go on to something else.
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It's interesting, sometimes, how questions can answer themselves in unexpected ways.

My mind had recently come to settle consciously to wondering about something I had been annoyed by, but not given much thought to, before today. Having finally wondered at it consciously, I once more went back to not thinking about it.

Normally, that would have been that. But this same day, I had read a bit of "Quantum Psychology," it gave me a fresh insight into Buddhism, which drove me to write an LJ entry about it to be published when I next get online, which required a quote from the book, and the book being out must have sparked something in me, because I stopped listening to Harry Potter 5 on audiobook, and began to read "Cosmic Trigger 1" by Robert Anton Wilson (same author who wrote "Quantum Psychology."

Over the next few hours, Wilson's skeptical but experimental Discordian lifestyle, full of weirdness and synchronicities as he scientifically went about experimenting with altered states of consciousness and purposeful explorations of alien reality tunnels, everything about the tone and content of the book seemed to stimulate the answer.

The question, incidentally, was "Why is it that when I do magick for other people, I get spectacular results not just for them but also for me, but when I try to do anything for myself, nothing happens?"

Sitting on the toilet, taking a crap, the answer came to me. It was so absurdly simple, I can't believe I didn't get it sooner: because when I've done things for other people, the doing of it for someone else was merely the excuse to get me started. An excuse to cut loose, lose myself in the process, and just PLAY at it.

Suddenly, other support for this knowledge came flooding in. The two most powerful mages in our collective are 1. Pi: a nonhuman shapeshifter, and 2. Molly Elizabeth: a child. And my most powerful magick involves extremely potent visualization, which is just a code-word for IMAGINATION. My most powerful magick happens when I just lose myself in playing with magick, lose myself in the sheer child-like delight of imagery and visualization and IMAGINATION. I forget mundane reality completely, the parts of my mind that ground me in the mundane shut down, and I jump whole-heartedly into the act of raising power, of feeling the power, and of BECOMING the power.

Whereas, in the failed magick workings, my skeptical mind and other magickal roadblock parts of my mind were still active. I was so intent on results that I forgot you have to forget about results, stop caring about results, lose all doubt, and simply KNOW that the power is there, is real, and works. It's very important, that; magick works best when you temporarily shut off all doubt and skepticism, and then you have to both concentrate on the goal AND not worry or care whether it works or not. (Of course, if you succeed at shutting down your doubt, it becomes easy to do. Asburdly easy, in fact.)

I can't believe I forgot this. I've known for years that the key to my particular brand of magick is my astonishingly powerful imagination, an imagination that can model complex systems easily and realistically1 and keep them there, visualizing them with such power that not only do they have colors and bright lights, but also, if they weren't translucent I could swear they were real. (I have actually, once or twice, made that recognizable "holy shit" stumble/stop to avoid running headlong into something I was visualizing and had forgotten about, before noticing the translucence and realizing it was just imaginary. But that very rarely happens.)

Then something else came to mind, after the first realization was made. I thought back to the early days of working with Shao'Kehn, and the many strange things that happened in them. I thought about how I could always count on spells for getting a job working, though working in unexpected ways that gave me a powerful sense of Shao'Kehn having fun with me. (In a "be careful what you wish for" sense.) I remembered, also, experiences like the one where, for something like 20 minutes at a stretch, the world seemed randomly to shift, and suddenly all the little noises of the city that I usually either tune out or label "noise" became this hauntingly beautiful symphony, and the whole world was an orchestra.

I remembered these things, and connected the lack of this kind of thing over the years to the events in my life driving me deeper into depression, and the struggles to return to those old abilities. I realized that I'd been powerfully into Discordianism back then, and was playing around with other stuff as well. But the key word, again, was PLAYING. And I had been doing it often enough to keep in a pretty much constant state of receptiveness to the whims of intuition that were guiding me back then.

And so, I made a second realization: I need to do like Robert Anton Wilson did, kinda. Instead of constantly fretting over what to do in order to reconnect to my spirituality, I needed to just play with it again. Lose myself in the play, choosing to shut my doubt down, stop taking everything so seriously, and just play. I need to choose, specifically, the type of play that compliments reality rather than obscuring it.

(I also remembered that back in the early Shao'Kehn days, I had fewer headaches and neckaches, and had more energy. I could do more back then. Sure, part of it may be old age, but I think most of it is the depression. And I think I can counter it by using directed playfulness.)

I did it once. I think I can do it again. But managing to do it without worrying about the results might be the hard part.

1 = Such as a small stream flowing over a small waterfall into a pool, and seeing all the currents, eddies, ripples, and other water behavior of such an occurrance. This sort of thing being a leftover from the days when I used to use my imagination to escape reality. Because of the translucence, I always knew I was rejecting reality and getting lost in make-believe, though, no matter how realistic the images otherwise were.


Aug. 24th, 2012 01:17 am
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The older I get, and the more I read, the more Buddhism makes sense. I mean, it's still not for me, but I get it. Like the post I made a few weeks ago about how coming up with another new Traipah religion gave me insight into Buddhism.

Now, I have a new insight. Earlier today, I was waiting for the bus, and reading "Quantum Psychology" while I did so. Wilson was talking about the many-universes interpretation of quantum physics, about how his preferred Copenhagen interpretation tended to be rejected by most people for having too much "metaphysical baggage" tied to it, about how his description of the Copenhagen interpretation using E-prime and operational language stripped away the apparent metaphysical baggage, and related things.

Then he said:
We now see that, just as current neuroscience denies one essential self or "soul" of the Aristotelian sort and detects a variety of selves in every brain, one branch of quantum theory also sees a variety of selves. In other words, both brain research and one flavor of quantum mechanics say many possible selves appear equally "real" -- the neurologists find these selves in our brain chemistry and the EWG theorists find them in other universes, but in both cases the "one essential self" has vanished as totally as in Buddhist theory.

(Italics was in the book as well, but it also nicely emphasizes the part I homed in on.)

When I read that, I had an "oh duh" moment and thwacked my head with the book, because after almost a decade, I'd finally figured out what Siddhartha had been talking about all along. When first exposed to Buddhism, I rejected it for a number of reasons. One reason was because it seemed too much like the Vulcan philosophy to me. But the major reason was the assertion that there was no Self. Being a young college student at the time, a pagan, and thinking myself to be a singlet, I rejected Buddhism for that notion, a notion I completely disagreed with and was mildly offended by.

But now, after finding out I'm a multiple, that my Goddess is a multiple, that I seem to be an avatar of Her, and re-reading "Quantum Physics" for the umpteenth time, I finally understand what Siddhartha was talking about. The man was ahead of his time, as a lot of the old spiritual paths have turned out to be; he realized thousands of years ago that human beings are made up of a collective of different "selves." Most people percieve these as one essential self even in the face of all evidence to the contrary - that's the Ego, the part that ties all the disparate selves together. But Buddha realized, I now see, that the Ego lies.

Of course, this leads me to ponder multiplicity in that light. Multiplicity isn't as simple as percieving each circuit of the brain as its own self. On the contrary, the different people living in my head with me are just as complex as any singlet, with moods and multiple brain circuits of their own. Alex is a perfect example of this: he's frequently frustrated by the world, and angered by it, but not all the time. Sometimes he's in a good mood and jokes around, or is sad... and no matter the mood he's in, I can always tell Alex apart from the others. The same goes for Molly, and Lo, and the others.
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My review:

An excellent book! I highly recommend it. You should probably read "Prometheus Rising" first, though, as it's easier to read and comes first. But this book can still be read on its own.

Laced with Wilson's typical weird humor, this book is a mostly serious work explaining Wilson's proposed philosophy of quantum psychology. A complete rejection of Aristotle's either/or thinking, quantum psychology has much in common with Existentialism, Operationalism, and the Copenhagen interpretation, showing how the weirdness of quantum mechanics cannot be avoided in our daily lives (we just tend to not see it, or ignore it), but manages to NOT lapse into solipsism. Wilson posits that 1. There IS an Ultimate Reality beyond our perceptions, but 2. We humans will never be able to experience it directly, because our brains don't actually tell us what the world looks like: it makes a guesstimate based on a tiny portion of possible sensory data. Even with instruments to tell us things about the world our 5 senses can't, we still will always experience only the model of reality we have built in our head, not the real reality. The brain is a blind king that thinks the contour map his servants made of his kingdom really *is* the kingdom. We keep thinking the map is the territory, but it isn't. When you see, say, a book or a chair, you're only actually seeing your brain's best guess at what a book or a chair looks like.

Wilson manages to keep away from the treacherous waters of solipsism by occasionally reminding us that though we can only know the map, the territory is real. So we are not limited to either "all we see is real" or "nothing we see is real." There is still statistical probability on our side, and we can be as much as 99% sure of certain things... just never 100% sure.

What's best, in my opinion, is that in the foreword, Wilson gives us brief but complete summaries of philosophies and philosophers important to the rest of the book, for those of us who aren't philosophy majors. There are also exercises at the ends of each chapter, apparently for groups of people to read chapters and then do the exercises together.

This is one of those books that is a fascinating read every time, and I get something new out of it each time I re-read it.

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Jul. 13th, 2012 06:49 pm
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"The Russian mystic Gurdjieff claimed that we all contain multiple personalities. Many researchers in psychology and neuroscience now share that startling view. as Gurdjieff indicated, the "I" who toils at a job does not seem the same "I" who makes love with joy and passion, and the third "I" who occasionally gets angry for no evident reason seems a third personality, etc. There does not appear anything metaphysical about this; it even appears, measurably, on electroencephalograms. Dr. Frank Putnam of the National Institute of Health found that extreme cases of multiple personality - the only ones that orthodox psychiatry recognizes - show quite distinct brain waves for each "personality" almost as if the researchers had taken the electrodes off of one subject and attached them to another. (O'Regan. op. cit.)
---"Quantum Psychology" by Robert Anton Wilson


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