[MD] The Quality/MOQ dichotomy.

[MarshaV]

Hi Dan,

This morning I borrowed from the library the dvd 
series Planet Earth.   I just watched the first 
episode, 'Pole to Pole', and I really must ask 
what IS the difference between yes and no.  What 
an incredible Mother Earth!!!

This post was wonderful to read.  I won't say I 
thought about it as much as I let it think me.

Thank you.


Marsha








At 02:06 AM 3/5/2009, you wrote:


>Mati:
>Now I think there is a real benifit to study 
>what the mystics had to say about DQ and try to 
>assist us in understanding its beauty and 
>capacity of DQ patterns from an intellectual/metaphyscial perspective.
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>Hello everyone,
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>When the weather's fine I like to sit on my 
>front porch and watch the people in the park 
>across the street. Babbling children laugh and 
>play under leafy trees; the adults sit rootedly 
>gathered at green picnic tables talking and 
>nodding among themselves agreeably, drinking 
>beverages of their choice. My mind quiets its 
>incessant chatter, wandering like a new-born 
>before it has learned to smile, alone, with no one to break the silence.
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>The people look happy. They wear fine clothes 
>and their expensively colorful cars line the 
>street. I am like an orphan, wearing a raggedy 
>tee shirt, with holes in my blue jeans, and not 
>a coin in my pockets. My heart is troubled... I 
>don't know why. The people in the park look 
>measured and precise in their actions, certain 
>they belong. I am confused and feel out of 
>place. I am as aimless as a breeze singing through the treetops.
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>Later the people will go home driving their fine 
>expensive cars and filled with their certainty 
>and children in tow. They have a purpose. They 
>know where they're going. I am unsure what to do 
>or where to drift next. I haven't any worries 
>though. The sun will rise in the morning and 
>another day will start. The universe provides for me.
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>That's the great mystery. There is no name for 
>it; it's beyond reason and rationality. Always 
>alone, always unchanging, encompassing 
>everything. Some people call it God, or the 
>Lord, or Allah, or Dynamic Quality, or the Tao. 
>I call it just a path that has no name. It flows 
>away to forever yet always returns, full of 
>giving, never asking anything in return. I don't understand.
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>I take care on the path not to do harm to anyone 
>or anything, for I've found that harm always has 
>a way of returning. I refrain from boasts or 
>calling attention to myself because I do what I 
>have to do, not what I choose to do. I wake in 
>the morning with no intention for the day. The 
>waking sensation flows into the world like a river flowing into the sea.
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>I deplore weapons, using them only when forced, 
>keeping them hidden otherwise. I notice some 
>people like to display their weapons, hanging 
>words and swords and guns along with the heads 
>of dead animals on their walls, reveling in pain 
>and death. But those people will never find any 
>peace in the world, only fear and misery.
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>Some people I know who are yearning for 
>knowledge strive everyday to learn as much as 
>they can. On the path I walk I strive everyday 
>to forget as much as I can. While the others 
>become filled with purpose and desire arising 
>from their learning, I become empty, unable to 
>accomplish anything. Others are constantly busy, 
>always working yet never done. I sit and do nothing yet everything is done.
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>We flow into life and ebb into death. Some of us 
>are full of life while others dwell on death and 
>finally perish. I notice people who are full of 
>life never fear death. They live in harmony with 
>the world around them. They don't live by law 
>but by their own being. They shape the world 
>without forcing it. They understand without 
>preaching. They forgive disagreements and seek to ameliorate differences.
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>We all have our dark side, our demons. These 
>demons often cause harm to others. I say I'm 
>sorry; I lost my temper. But there is a path 
>that leads to peace. When I walk that path my 
>demons lose the power to harm others. They don't 
>lose their power, mind you. They will not harm 
>others because I refuse to harm others. I call it responsibility.
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>There are three promises that I carry in my 
>heart. The first is compassion, through which I 
>find courage. The second is restraint, where I 
>discover strength. The third is unimportance, 
>where I find influence. No person will last long 
>if they're fearless without compassion, powerful 
>without restraint, or influential with a feeling of importance.
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>I nurture all things without trying to control 
>them. I am the substance of all things, without 
>exception, and so I should feel all-important. 
>But I find I have no intention and so I am 
>inconsequential. After all, who can tell the 
>difference between yes and no? Why is this 
>painting beautiful and that painting ugly?
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>"The shadows that a swinging lamp will throw,
>We come from nowhere and to nothing go."
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>(In memory of Mark Steven Heyman)
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