We don't know that it's not. What a gorgeous analogy, Vin. Soil fungi tongue-kissing is going to stay with me for a long time as I ponder the reality beneath our metaphorical feet where our roots begin and commingle and intertwingle, as a friend of mine says.
What a lovely response Tereza (my nonna was Teresa, Italian version). Nice image, and I know those roots exist and co-mingle with reference to my four closest friends. I freely admit to having more difficulty feeling it with some other folks. But it's a great task for the sub-intellectual brain. Not, by the way, sub-cognitive; my personal experience strongly suggest that those brain systems we undervalue as mostly having "automaticity" are highly cognitive beneath the level of fully engaged intellect. Sometimes a fully engaged intellect is a tremendous waste of neuronal processing capability.
Building on what you're saying, Vin, maybe you trade spores and chuckles with your four copacetic fungi friends. It's the ones where you don't feel it that the mycelium network kicks in. You get to do your part, transforming toxic waste into nutrition, and then you pass it on to the network and it goes where it's needed most. You don't have to worry about it. Presto LoPresti!
Allora, corraggio Teresa. Tutti di noi abbiamo bisogno di corraggio durante questo periodo d'insanità. It's why your avatar is so pertinent. There's also the alternate fungal strategy -- because they're so insulated from water loss in those hyphae -- of concentrating minerals in soil for the benefit of plant roots, thus optimizing plant health/photosynthesis, and hence the health of the entire ecosystem. That's what I got out of teaching broader scientific perspectives like GAIA and even Sheldrake, except concentrating ideas instead of minerals. Very spiritually nutritious.
Oooh... I like that. My Imagination Seeks Attention episode is subtitled "how to read the 'soul glyphs of the numinous realms'," a superb phrase I got from a Reality Sandwich article called Imaginal Hygiene by MT Xen. So burying spiritually nutritious soul glyphs in subterranean realms seems very prudent in these times of insanity. I hear that my name is a parting comfort or boost to vigor in Italy to take heart. Much needed.
OK, I subscribed; sounds interesting. Only other person I was on phenomenal-noumenal discussion levels with is my old professorial integrated science colleague who's back in Boston. Have you ever read about Karl Bohm's book "Wholeness and the Implicate Order"? I say read about because the body of the book is pretty heavy mathematical physics, quantum theory. (And of course, I don't assume that you might not have competence; indeed you might.) But in the appendix, if I recall, he presents the concept in simpler terms -- an implicate order on the quantum level with properties that don't allow certainty. For example, there's no telling whether an electron you detect in one location is the same electron observed later in a new location because electrons come and go from the implicate [the noumenal] to become explicated when observed in the phenomenal (apparently not a violation of the theory). But with the probabilistic nature of quantum theory and the fact that the observation itself impacts the event, the possibilities are mind blowing. Naturally, Professor Bohm, a Nobel laureate in physics, swallowed molta merda from his esteemed colleagues at the end of his life. Sadly.
I thought the Italian Wolf might have been you, thanks for subscribing! Mine is a VERY wide ranging blog from Ultimate Reality to Socio-Spirituality to GeoPolitics to Where Are the Women? But I know I've see you on more than one comment thread so we share several interests.
I love the title of Bohm's book, and you're welcome to assume I have no competence in mathematical physics--I can barely spell it! I haven't read about his work but I know the sometimes-a-wave, sometimes-a-particle research. And I do think there's an important clue there to whether the world exists in our (shared) Mind or if our (separate) minds exist in the world.
We don't know that it's not. What a gorgeous analogy, Vin. Soil fungi tongue-kissing is going to stay with me for a long time as I ponder the reality beneath our metaphorical feet where our roots begin and commingle and intertwingle, as a friend of mine says.
What a lovely response Tereza (my nonna was Teresa, Italian version). Nice image, and I know those roots exist and co-mingle with reference to my four closest friends. I freely admit to having more difficulty feeling it with some other folks. But it's a great task for the sub-intellectual brain. Not, by the way, sub-cognitive; my personal experience strongly suggest that those brain systems we undervalue as mostly having "automaticity" are highly cognitive beneath the level of fully engaged intellect. Sometimes a fully engaged intellect is a tremendous waste of neuronal processing capability.
Building on what you're saying, Vin, maybe you trade spores and chuckles with your four copacetic fungi friends. It's the ones where you don't feel it that the mycelium network kicks in. You get to do your part, transforming toxic waste into nutrition, and then you pass it on to the network and it goes where it's needed most. You don't have to worry about it. Presto LoPresti!
Allora, corraggio Teresa. Tutti di noi abbiamo bisogno di corraggio durante questo periodo d'insanità. It's why your avatar is so pertinent. There's also the alternate fungal strategy -- because they're so insulated from water loss in those hyphae -- of concentrating minerals in soil for the benefit of plant roots, thus optimizing plant health/photosynthesis, and hence the health of the entire ecosystem. That's what I got out of teaching broader scientific perspectives like GAIA and even Sheldrake, except concentrating ideas instead of minerals. Very spiritually nutritious.
Oooh... I like that. My Imagination Seeks Attention episode is subtitled "how to read the 'soul glyphs of the numinous realms'," a superb phrase I got from a Reality Sandwich article called Imaginal Hygiene by MT Xen. So burying spiritually nutritious soul glyphs in subterranean realms seems very prudent in these times of insanity. I hear that my name is a parting comfort or boost to vigor in Italy to take heart. Much needed.
OK, I subscribed; sounds interesting. Only other person I was on phenomenal-noumenal discussion levels with is my old professorial integrated science colleague who's back in Boston. Have you ever read about Karl Bohm's book "Wholeness and the Implicate Order"? I say read about because the body of the book is pretty heavy mathematical physics, quantum theory. (And of course, I don't assume that you might not have competence; indeed you might.) But in the appendix, if I recall, he presents the concept in simpler terms -- an implicate order on the quantum level with properties that don't allow certainty. For example, there's no telling whether an electron you detect in one location is the same electron observed later in a new location because electrons come and go from the implicate [the noumenal] to become explicated when observed in the phenomenal (apparently not a violation of the theory). But with the probabilistic nature of quantum theory and the fact that the observation itself impacts the event, the possibilities are mind blowing. Naturally, Professor Bohm, a Nobel laureate in physics, swallowed molta merda from his esteemed colleagues at the end of his life. Sadly.
I thought the Italian Wolf might have been you, thanks for subscribing! Mine is a VERY wide ranging blog from Ultimate Reality to Socio-Spirituality to GeoPolitics to Where Are the Women? But I know I've see you on more than one comment thread so we share several interests.
I love the title of Bohm's book, and you're welcome to assume I have no competence in mathematical physics--I can barely spell it! I haven't read about his work but I know the sometimes-a-wave, sometimes-a-particle research. And I do think there's an important clue there to whether the world exists in our (shared) Mind or if our (separate) minds exist in the world.