 |
| with knowledge we took to space-destination the moon |
On Sentiment and Recognition of Knowledge
------------------------------
December 06, 2008 by scottmartinlocke
My endeavours tend only to unite and place in a clearer light what comes to me as thoughts of truths without compromising history or my own beliefs. That which before me was shared by others now becomes shared with me to the purpose of Passing Knowledge to One Another. Here these propositions and conclusions find their place on the printed page for contemporaries and future generations. Though we immediately perceive real things, and real is a genuine expression of our interpretation of real; it is the thoughts and ideas we possess which have their own reality in our mind and find their expression through the use of words we define the qualities of our reality and realism through their definite use and related meanings and the understanding of them. I need not turn my whole world around; just my thoughts and think of them with different and various points of view, and with a variety of perspectives. There seems to be no one real way of perceiving things. An ant sees the same cube of sugar with a different perspective than a human though the cube of sugar remains the same. Life is like that, and one ought to realize the meaning that comes from this one notion. The truth can be known only our interpretation of it may be different or change. We can see a supernova from the Hubble telescope, but seeing a new star in the daylight would be something worth considering. If there were a hole in the bottom of the ocean where would all the water go? If there were an opening in the sky what would come from it. Of course the spirit would; and our own would realize this from its natural intellect still within our own mind. Everything matters and our considerations occupy our thoughts. It matters because of the certain way of thinking we do and how we interpret the world we live in as it does how we interpret our own thoughts. There were many new things to conceive with this new found wisdom that enlightened my mind and brought insight into the same wisdom I called my own genius. Thanks for your time. Write me sometime if you have the time. The minute hand of the clock passed the hour hand once more.
 |
| walking in the woods brings new thoughts to old memories |
Line verse from my head
------------------------------
December 04, 2008 by scottmartinlocke
Imagine if you can to be without anything. No possessions at all, except for the clothes on your back. We need them so we will just go without shoes and socks. But imagine not even having a piece of real clothing; just an old blanket if you're lucky enough. Think deeper; imagine before there was anything at all. Nothing but an empty, silent void. And then, nothing. Just the thoughts that create the spirit of the mind of God. What a beautiful thought. See it was the thoughts that created God and God created everything else. Imagine if you can what potential could make the universe appear at will. And then us. What a tremendous thought. A human that can think. Dream. Believe. Realize. Actualize. I still have a dream. To cross to the other side and look back. Yesterday i saved a little kitten driving 65 miles per hour. I looked in my mirror and it went back into the woods. Today i saved a little puppy driving the same route to work at 65 mph and looked in my mirror and saw it return to the same woods. An old abandon house still stands there with the front steps at the highway's edge, and two chimneys at opposite ends of the vine covered over structure. Kind of makes me wonder what's next. I gave a homeless person a bottle of water and old coveralls and some socks. I gave another a pair of boots and a rain coat. I gave another some cans of soup. I wonder; I’ve been there. Beside the highway. With a sign. I crossed this great country and it's the same everywhere. I ate corn out of a field and oranges out of a tree. I slept in the woods and listened to the night. A deer came up to me. I heard it. I was still. I opened my eyes and it was looking at me. Animals are smarter than we think. I’m grateful for the ones that give them for our food. I planted a garden, and waited for food. The weather took some. The animals took some. People found it and took some. I had enough left for a salad. I had to go to the store and beg for money. Hunger is a motivational force that has to be reckoned with. Oh' to those who are getting laid of from work. Unemployment isn't enough. Better than nothing. I wonder if there can be nothing without something to give it meaning. It was like that in the beginning. The great nothing existed and something created itself to give definition to that nothing. Before anything at all there was this great thought. It was everywhere. Still is; but it leaves us on our own to see how we will react. Just look at what we've done. If it gets any worse i think there's gonna be trouble. So i revert to my Cd's and cassettes, and radio. You know there gonna take away our TV this winter. What’s up with that? They call it progress. I need some sleep. Perhaps tomorrow will come or if i cross over in my sleep I’ll see ya' on the other side.
 |
| just look up into the sky and inspiration will come |
Free Verse a line of poetry and prose
------------------------------
December 03, 2008 by scottmartinlocke
Even a stopped clock shows the correct time twice a day. Though the pendulum of my clock stopped because i wound it too tight i know it will start just like the sun will come up tomorrow; so with enough taps the minutes will start back. But who needs time? The worker needs time for pay and the post person needs time to deliver their wares. John Dillinger said “Time is one thing I got plenty of; and no jail can hold me “he’s a legend now. We create for ourselves our own legacy. I found Internet radio interesting and you tube videos cool. I found NASA TV interesting and music Internet archives an important source for adding to my music library. If i only had more gigabytes. Born DEC. 21, 1956; part of a special generation I’ve seen a lot go on in history. I found yahoo radio a good source of music; even got my own chill out station/elementalpub 1 radio. I’m fascinated with the international space station. And images from the Hubble telescope. At mid life I’ve settled down much. I’ve been across America 12 times and walked to Alaska in 78 in the summer. Just wanted to see what was at the end of the road. Took the ferry boat out to Kodiak Island. Upon my return to the mainland i went north. Should have stayed. My only regret. I’ve found contentment in my life making and meeting new friends all the time and trying to keep in touch with the ones i got. I run a forklift machine and operate a computer driven cut saw chopping out i-beams for floor and roof systems. I drive a 93 Chevy Lumina. . Had a 74 Malibu, a 69 Chevy truck with four speed manual shifter with a 331 modified,and a sun roof window: but lost a rod to the highway and got a short bed dodge 100. Had a 71 ford econline van and a Plymouth duster .i play my Yamaha synth and like electronica. Floyd, Enigma Moby Uric Schnaus and telephone Telaviv. All sorts of ambient acoustic down tempo mellow and distilled chill. Went to the university here in North Carolina. Was a secondary school education art major but switched to philosophy and metaphysics like the deeper thinking. I still draw some. Pen. , pencil, and acrylic. I collect stamps; run an n-gauge model railroad and scrapbook. I write ant type alot. My old dependable electric typewriter gives me an instant had copy. I’m my own publisher. Got my first book in print at http://stores.lulu.com/elemental and my second book is also in print at the same site. My third is complete and my producer is working on getting it in print. Kept the same job for 16 years now and married faithful for 20. My 19 year old daughter is a pre-school teacher and goes to the local community college. I have over four hundred books in my personal library, probably 200 CD"s and that many bootleg techno cassettes. Well life goes on; we all got a story to tell. Those who read these words write me. Thanks for your time. Peace, as the old hippies and rainbow people would say. remember that change is the only constant and the minute hand of the clock passed the hour hand again so for now; see ya' on the other side.
 |
| somewhere between night and day our mind celebrates its own thoughts |
Annexing a collection of thoughts
------------------------------
November 30, 2008 by scottmartinlocke
The making known of anything which was unknown before, is an innovation in knowledge and comes but the means of laboring in thought. These are the novelties; these are the uncommon notions which shock the genuine uncorrupted judgement of mankind. The more we can know how things and ideas are connected, the more we can know of their qualities and nature. This phase of study is what best suits the philosopher - to discover identities and the meaning of their curious natures. Our knowledge is no farther real than our ideas are true representations of those originals, which come far and in between original thought and its associations to those originals. There is a light in the darkness of our own ignorance; it is study and the "laboring in thought" those inquisitive minds go through in the stillness of their reflection and meditation upon novel ideas and notions that attract their attention and lure them to a closer investigation. Though we can be certain most people have a sense of recognition in similar ways; the ideas in each are varied and not similarly affected though presented with a common idea. This one notion gives each of us our individuality and character and reveals each of our certain way of thinking and as well how we are given to thought. By annexing a collection of thoughts to my own knowledge I can conceive that matter exists outside the mind and is perceived by it; while still believing that conceiving and the conception of thought remains part of the activity of the mind alone. As well through the annexation of the same collection of the same thoughts I can conceive there is a spirit though i do not know it; and perhaps Angels, though i can not perceive them; i am aware of their surrounding my presence and the presence of my own spirit in my being. The distinction is quite small that both have a certain sensible and intelligible existence in the mind they can be known by the thought of them through reflection and mediation upon them. The mind is a fascinating and peculiar thing which is more than just an idea; its actuality makes our living experience all the more pleasurable when not consumed by the consistent anxiety and stress the world brings to our reality from outside and from within. I know that is a lot to give thought to but the reality inside your mind is just as important as the reality outside it.
 |
| on this earth we have mountains and below them lakes-somewhere between we find words to express our emotions |
Thinking of Words
------------------------------
November 29, 2008 by scottmartinlocke
Being conscious of our self and the world that surrounds us reality breaks up into the plurality of circumstances indefinitely in all directions - backwards into its condition, sideward’s in associations, and forward into consequences. Life holds to the rhythm of time, continuously without interruption except that it is surrounded by our sleep. When knowledge is considered in those relationships we are conscious of the moments that make up our life and bring consciousness of these moments into our reality. Most of the time our mind interacts with itself, other times it interacts with the significant others that share the living existence we endure and survive through. Even as I sit here by my window side I know that reality is on both sides of the pane of glass that separates us; and still we wonder. Wonder of the thoughts we think while on either side or do it with words and the associations they bring; and the qualities they accompany with them. Sometimes my own head even puts aside the facts and fills itself with emotion and passion that comes with desire of need and want; with the use of words to explain to myself even my own thoughts. Conscience is part of the circle of life. It knows itself, and is not empty because it is the keeper of our spirit, and gives us our sensibility; along with our mind that gives us our reason with the natural intelligence we are endowed with. Our consciousness of conscience co-exist for one another and give us this self-certainty of its own proper truth and as an essential principle recognizes our soul not in some abstract but in the pure reality of our existence and in the things, beings, and creatures that surround us in the course of our curious existence. By observing how ideas become general we may better judge how words are made so as well. It is the words that give meaning to the ideas in our thoughts; and to the things and creatures of the world. Thinking deeper I know that there are moments between thoughts when ideas hold firmly to our attention until the time when other ideas overcome us with wonder. It is the words that give meaning to the ideas we have, and are conscious of; and it is the ideas we have that give meaning to our conscience in our thoughts, actions, and behavior that combines both qualities within our intelligence and creative aptitude for reasonable and sensible thinking. Another notion on the same matter is beside words; it is the thoughts that come from visual arts and music; even from arithmetic and geometry. If not for a certain amount of abstract thinking even these would be impossible because symbols replace the words and become the language for communicating thought. Deeper still is the thought of things beyond words like Angels and God; but let us save that for another page of your time, and thanks again for that.
 |
| even as we reach out to listen to the sounds of space we listen inwards to the quiet sound of the words our thoughts are made of |
We communicate with words
------------------------------
November 22, 2008 by scottmartinlocke
Philosophy is only a deeper level of thinking than one is accustomed to considering our ordinary and daily thought patterns. Though we are not accustomed to think deeply those who labor in thought know that serious thinking results in enlightenment, insight, and furthers our imagination. There is a lighthouse that has a beacon light within our mind we ought to give more attention to, but to some it shines more brightly than to others. We can increase its power by recognizing it shines without even our knowing. My own mind and my own ideas I have an immediate knowledge of because I can be sure of what I know and what I do not. I have a sense of my own being and well being; I know when I am not well; and I am sure of myself than I am of the world. As for everything else I only have an awareness of these things and a comprehension only as far as my own understanding; but because of my aptitude for learning I can increase my knowledge base and grounds for wisdom. Many things exist though I have no notion or idea of them; or of their qualities. This i cannot deny; but those, must be possible either by probable deduction and logic or by necessary consequence of the causes distributed by providence throughout nature including the universe. Although we believe things to exist, and are neither verifiable nor provable, those things which we cannot actually perceive we can conceive and represent through images created in our intelligent imagination with words that describe them and give them meaning. Their possibility is only as great as the probability we assign to them from our own reason and logical deduction. We communicate by the means of words; and all have their own connotations. Words are not to be used without an attachment of meaning; nor can they be randomly put together in meaningful sentences without respect to their usage and successful representations through literature, poetry, and even mathematics. There is more to reading than just words; it’s the thoughts that bring them to the occasion of their use. It's the thoughts they evoke that give them their worth; and the order of their use that makes expression understandable in our comprehension. If not for the words we use in our own thoughts we could not either communicate with our self or others. The significance of thought has dependency on words and their appropriate meanings and connotations. For this reason among others we pass knowledge to one another and gain insight and enlightenment to add to our own genius. I am therefore one individual principle nested amidst the background of greater principles
.jpg)
