"give me your soul
give me your life

wander like a drifter
go on a journey

walk into this fire with grace
be like a salamander

come into our source of flame
fire transmutes to a rose garden"
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"this soul of ours
is like a flame
with more smoke than light
blackening our vision
letting no light through 

now my precious soul
how long are you going to
waste yourself
in this wandering journey
can't you hear the voice
can't you use your swifter wings
and answer the call"

(Jalaluddin Al Rumi,  c.1200 AD)

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The Half Hour Principle.

Clarity has a span of half an hour.

This is roughly divided into 20 minutes of gathering and 10 minutes of
processing.

The gathering involves the use of the senses (physical and
metaphysical) and intuition in linear and non-linear ways.

The processing involves the use of intelligence, again, in linear and
non-linear ways.

Thought and conjecture lead to action.

Thus the circularity of the chunks of clarity is established.

The chunk of clarity just gone has reasonable amount of certainty.

The chunk of clarity just about to happen has no certainty at all.

The chunk of clarity about to happen is subject to the 'Blank
Principle'.  In the beginning, there was 'The Blank'.

The mind has to do 0-60 in a flash.  Sometimes it is easy: "I got a
distinction!" -----> "Fantastic!".  Sometimes it is hard: "my 10 year
old is missing" ----> "???".

Any action, thought, sight or whatever has to start with 'The Blank'. 
The phone rings, you pick it up without any idea at all of what will
happen after you say "hello".

It is this crucial and magical moment *immediately* before an event
that has orgasmic qualities beyond our comprehension.

In the words of Al Hakim: "if I were to die in the next chunk of
clarity, it is as good as any other".

The meta-intellectual freedom thus acquired is priceless.  Half an
hour.  That is all there is to it.  The next half hour is as good as
any.  This is as good as it gets.

What does all that leave us?

It leaves us magic, omens, signs and madness.  In the words of Hesse:
"Magic Theatre. For Mad Men Only".  Frau Eva - an incarnation of Noor -
continues to dip that exquistely sculpted toe into our linear Universe
leaving the faintest of traces on the soft sand.  Soon, it'll be washed
away by a single crash of wave.  Gone and never been here.  Invisible
to all but the trained heart.

Chekov: "life is a carrot.  A carrot is a carrot and that is all there
is to it".

Clarity brings viloent isolation too.  It has no master.  No god.  In
the night, clarity savages the delicate fragile soul.

Coffee and cigarettes by day, valium and chest pain by night.  In the
words of Mark Knopfler: "...a bottle of whiskey and a new set of lies. 
Blinds on the window and pain behind the eyes".

Clarity refines and polishes contempt to interesting degrees.  A fine
balance before the mind is divided upon itself.

Clarity demands the ability to to traverse worlds in an effortless way.
 In the words of the Zwitterion: "least soluble, most diifusable and
happy with both negative and positive charges".

Yeah, right.  This traversing has been non-everything.

Clarity is an amino acid?!  Is that it?

Ahmad


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Dr Ahmad Risk
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