[MD] The MOQ Conundrum

[plattholden at gmail.com]

Hey Mark,

On 23 Jan 2010 at 11:06, markhsmit wrote:

> 
> On Jan 23, 2010, at 10:44:29 AM, skutvik at online.no wrote:
> Bo before:
> > > Why not just:say that static experience arises from dynamic experience?
> > > That's the MOQ message. 
> 
> Platt: 
> > But that begs the question, "What does dynamic experience arise from?" 
> 
> Platt, seriously, do you think there are answers to questions like yours 
> above, which is related to ones like "what is outside of space", "what 
> was before time"? 
> [Mark]
> Perhaps there are answers to these questions, and we certainly will
> not be able to get there if we say it is impossible.  I see Bo dismissing
> logic, and then using logic to dismiss it.  Is there an apprehension
> outside of SOM?  I think that is obvious.

Apprehension outside of SOM? You betcha!

> Have you ever gotten up early in the morning on a bright white
> morning in the mountains and been one of the first on a ski slope.
> You get into a rhythm as you go down the slope, your legs going
> back and forth like a pendulum.  And then: YOU DISAPPEAR.
> You become one with the mountain, there is no distinction between
> you and the ground, all is one.  Suddenly, POOF! you start to think
> about it, analyze it, and Quality once again disappears into the
> background.

Excellent metaphor. Same thing happens when confronted by great art, 
great beauty. You lose yourself and become one with all. 
 
> The intellect can be used to access Quality, but it is not
> Quality itself.  MoQ is a path.  It may be a useful path,
> and it seems to me that some use it well, thanks Andre
> and Platt for your attempt to provide a method for
> getting to Quality in my previous posts on that subject.
> 
> The structure of MoQ has but one purpose, to provide a
> way of experiencing Quality outside of the intellect.
> 
> IMHO, of course.

Of course, your opinion is correct. I lost myself while reading ZAMM and 
Lila and became one with Quality. The prattlings of the SOM scientist 
obscure reality, as the following expresses: 


When I heard the learn'd astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and
measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much
applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.

                                               -- Walt Whitman

Regards,
Platt