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Journal by nostyle

There is a school of thought that posits that Adam - of Genesis fame - was not actually the first man, but rather the first prophet in the line of prophets that spawned the Abrahamic faiths. The crux of this is that there was nothing good nor evil prior to the teachings of the creator having reached us - hence like the ravening wolf or the ferocious lion, there was nothing intrinsically wrong in anything we did since it was only natural. Once the concept was introduced that there was a purpose-driven, life-loving God, however, good and evil could be finally identified as those behaviors which departed from that purpose and interfered with that life. Hence the tale of Cain and Abel and most everything else in the Torah.

Now I am not here to argue this idea today. I am more interested in the location. Adam is said to have appeared in the garden of Eden, and of all the locales that have been proposed as the "real" Eden, I have been most convinced by the suggestion of David Rohl that it might have been Tabriz. I think it was the documentary, In Search of Eden - which can be found on You Tube that mostly convinced me. I may well be mistaken, however, so do your own research.

What intrigues me about this location is that some six thousand years later, around 1844, another man appeared in Iran claiming to be next in the Adamic line of prophets. Ignoring every gory detail about this, I will merely note that the Islamic clergy of Iran had this man executed on July 9, 1850 in what was then downtown Tabriz.

In a sense, then, what began with Adam in Eden came full circle and was brought to a close in the same location. Curious.

So, if Iran was in fact the host to the original garden of Eden, then it would follow that some of the oldest cultural elements of civilization may have sprung from that region, and one might expect that some of the most mature concepts regarding life the universe and everything have been and continue to be evolving there.

Sadly, Iran is mostly being demonized these days - not without good reason, mind you - to the citizens of the USA, so it is a knee-jerk reaction of many in the West to eschew everything associated with Iran. In fact, most of the evils that issue out of that country seem to be caused by a minority of fanatics who have a stranglehold on governance and their oppressions are evident and well documented. To some extent, the people of that country are rising up against that oppression, so there may well be an end one day to that circumstance.

All of this is a long way around to recommending that every "educated" American should be familiar with the story of Layla and Majnun - perhaps the original "Romeo and Juliette". It is a tale familiar to most every Iranian, one that inspired Eric Clapton in composing perhaps his most famous tune. Maybe one day, Hollywood will grace us with a worthy film depiction of it.

Likewise, those who would account themselves as culturally informed might wish to peruse some of the poetry of Rumi:


Beyond

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas,
language,
even the phrase "each other"
doesn't make any sense.

and Hafez:


Will Beat You Up

Jealousy
And most all of your sufferings
Are from believing
You know better than God.
Of course,
Such a special brand of arrogance as that
Always proves disastrous,
And will rip the seams
In your caravan tent,
Then cordially invite in many species
Of mean biting flies and
Strange thoughts-
That will
Beat you
Up.

So just some ideas on how to fill your new year, or whatever.

Oh yeah, and if any of your neighbors are Iranian refugees, consider going out of your way to talk with them. For the record, I am not Iranian, but one of my neighbors is.

--
"So make the best of the situation before I finally go insane", -Derek and the Dominos, Layla

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  • (Score: 1) by nostyle on Thursday February 09, @07:40PM (17 children)

    by nostyle (11497) on Thursday February 09, @07:40PM (#1290946) Journal

    It looks like there is life after the front page, but not so much of one, and it is truly tempting to leave this journal to waft gently into that good night, even though some of old age might burn and rave in rage at its closing. It's not that the light is dying - rather this tree is falling noiselessly anymore, and it wonders to itself, "Why bother falling after all?"

    Still, I promised a passage on Adam in proper time and sequence, so consider this (hint of the century):

    2   Al-Baqarah   (The Cow)  -  continued

    30  And when thy Lord said
           unto the angels,
           "Verily, I [am] going to place
           on the earth a proxy,"                           (Lit:  viceroy, successor, deputy)
           they said,
           "Wilt Thou place there one
           who will do evil therein                         (Lit:  spread corrupton)
           and shed blood,
           whilst we do sing Thy praise
           and hallow Thee?"
           God answered,
           "Surely I know that
           which ye know not."
    31  And He taught Adam
           the names of all things.
           Then He displayed {all things}             (Lit:  them)
           before the angels, and said,
           "Apprise Me of their names,
           if ye be truthful."
    32  They answered,
           "Glory be to Thee!
           No knowledge is ours
           but that which Thou hast taught us.
           Truly Thou, Thyself, [art]
           the All-Knowing, the All-Wise."
    33  He said, "O Adam!
           Apprise them of their names."
           And when He had apprised them
           of their names, {God} said,                  (Lit:  He)
           "Did I not say to you,
           surely I know [the] secrets
           [of] the heavens and the earth,
           and I know that which ye reveal
           and that which ye [have been]
           {supposing} [ye] conceal."                   (Lit:  what ye [were] [ye] conceal)
    34  And when We said to the angels,
           "Prostrate to Adam,"
           then they prostrated
           {all} but Iblis.
           He refused and waxed proud
           and became one
           of the disbelievers.
    35  And We said, "O Adam!
           Dwell Thou and Thy wife [in] the Garden
           and eat ye therefrom freely where ye will,
           but approach not this tree,
           lest ye be {reckoned} among the sinners."
    36  Then Satan made them [both] slip therefrom,
           and he parted them [both]
           from what they [both] had been therein.
           And We said,
           "Get {ye} below
           {with} some to {the} others a foe;
           and [be] for you in the earth
           an abode and provision for an interval."
    37  Then Adam received
           from His Lord
           words.                                                   (Note:  he already knew all names)
           So turned
           {in mercy}
           [his Lord] toward Him.
           Indeed, He [is] {in} Himself
           the {Ever-Clement},                             (Lit:  Oft-Returning [to mercy])
           the Most Merciful.
    38  We said, "Get [ye] below
           therefrom everyone,                             (Lit:  from it - all [of you])
           and whensoever cometh unto you
           Guidance from Me,
           then whoso shall have followed
           My Guidance,
           no dread [shall be] upon them
           neither shall they grieve."
    39  "But they who shall have disbelieved
           and denied Our Verses,                         (Alt:  Signs)
           these [shall be] inmates [of] the Fire,
           wherein they shall abide forever."

    ... from which, one can deduce that God wishes the children of Adam to contend as foes, but they must use their words, and thus discover that of which even angels appear unaware.

    And when arabs overran Iberia, Iblis morphed into el Diablo (much like how al-jabr became algebra and al-mujadda transitioned to almohada [wikipedia.org] on the way to its pinnacle representation, "my pillow").

    So, I will keep an eye on the comments here, and respond as I am able and expand upon things if there be any demand, but otherwise will turn my thoughts to devising a next post worthy enough to journal on the front page once again. [Spoiler] I am anxiously awaiting the moment I can post the story about the cow from chapter two. It is one of the passages that makes one laugh out loud.
    --

    I pulled in to Nazareth
    Was feeling 'bout half past dead
    I just need some place
    Where I can lay my head
    "Hey, mister, can you tell me
    Where a man might find a bed?"
    He just grinned and shook my hand
    And "No" was all he said

    -The Band, The Weight

  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @03:30AM (8 children)

    by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @03:30AM (#1291212)

    Then again, ...

    The quality of journal entries on the front page is approaching a new low. I'm not sure I want any of my words near those. Guilt by adjacency!

    • (Score: -1, Troll) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @05:32AM (1 child)

      by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @05:32AM (#1291226)

      >...the front page is approaching Swirling around a new low...

      To be fair, the front page never was all that fresh smelling, to begin with. It will improve as it's replaced by chatbots.

      It'll be quiet out there, anyway, I think the football world series is on this weekend.

      • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @07:20PM

        by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @07:20PM (#1291304)

        Dear janrinok,

        Touchy, aren't you?

        you missed one! Don't forget to downmod #1290437.

    • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @07:08PM (5 children)

      by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @07:08PM (#1291303)

      As the chatbots take over, we become their material. Have to keep the customers satisfied, satisfied.

      Do we want to be ghostwriters for corporate-state chatbots?

      Now, think forward only a little while, for the brand new "I Love Lucy" episodes available free on your free cellphone-telephone, now with fresh new subplots and the cigarettes replaced by crack pipes. Soon thereafter, there will be no need to make the messages subliminal. And the videobots are our superstars. And the cellphone-telephones are mandatory. And our superstars are our leaders.

      • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @09:30PM

        by Anonymous Coward on Saturday February 11, @09:30PM (#1291318)

        Hesitated posting that; then saw it as a fitting close (the long version lists steps, racing toward our good night). Along with #1290942 about that "Click" movie. And your #1290432 about physical health. And many more in this and previous threads that belong in a better place and time.

      • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @01:13AM (3 children)

        by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @01:13AM (#1291331)

        A few excerpts...

        As to the words—“Immediately after the oppression of those days”—they refer to the time when men shall become oppressed and afflicted, the time when the lingering traces of the Sun of Truth and the fruit of the Tree of knowledge and wisdom will have vanished from the midst of men, when the reins of mankind will have fallen into the grasp of the foolish and ignorant...

        ...when certain knowledge will have given way to idle fancy, and corruption will have usurped the station of righteousness...

        ...What “oppression” is greater than that which hath been recounted? What “oppression” is more grievous than that a soul seeking the truth, and wishing to attain unto the knowledge of God, should know not where to go for it and from whom to seek it?

        -Baha'u'llah, The Kitáb-i-Íqán

        OTOH, I am optimistic that disinformation must ultimately betray its inherent bankruptcy, and the pendulum will swing retrograde.

        • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @04:41AM (2 children)

          by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @04:41AM (#1291352)

          That sounds suspiciously like dangerous independent thought. You must trust the App. The App is the harbinger of truth. Set haptic interaction to maximum imprinting! Watch the balloons... watch the balloons... ignore everything else.

              Up in a balloon, up in a balloon
              All among the little stars, sailing 'round the moon
              Up in a balloon, up in a balloon
              It's something awfully jolly to be up in a balloon.

          • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @07:37AM (1 child)

            by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @07:37AM (#1291378)

            Once a metallized MylarTM helium balloon of unknown origin got tangled in the high voltage power line that runs by my home. It was snap, crackle and pop as it bobbled in the wind for a couple hours before I could get the utility to send somebody out to fix it. By the time they arrived, the wind had managed to disengage it and it had snagged on a low hanging branch of the pear tree in my yard. They retrieved it as evidence and said they would use it as a "show and tell" item of how to wreck a perfectly good power line.

            I pay taxes so that there will always be an air force to shoot down stray balloons of uncertain origin, and maybe scramble F22 raptors when believers start floating into the sky. That's why we need Tom Cruise to make all those promotional movies.

            --
            I saw a werewolf drinking a piña colada at Trader Vic's Tom Skerritt drinking a grande latte at Whole Foods.
            His hair was perfect
                -True story.

            • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @05:09PM

              by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @05:09PM (#1291416)

              A Sunday morning like this, enough loud growling/wooshing to wake the... unawake. Cautiously looked out... balloons! Multi-human sized! Out in the backyard, one dipped low enough to touch the pine tree before the flame pushed it back up, up, not that far up. They called it a race, but I don't think you're supposed to drink wine during a race unless you're officiating. For years after, on this kind of Sunday, there were these affairs. Never announced who won. Kind of beautiful to watch them drifting away, to gather again in a pre-arranged field for barbecue and wine... except the ones that ended up in church and grocery store parking lots.

              Joan Blondell sang that song in Lady For A Night (1942) [imdb.com]. Remember the "Memphis Belle?" Follow the link for the story. She sang it as:

                  Up in a balloon, boys, up in a balloon

  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @06:52PM (5 children)

    by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @06:52PM (#1291423)

    Avoiding threading thirty-levels deep...

    > everything you own has an equal and opposite ownership over you.

    Weighs heavily. Not the coins, of course. Someday not-too-soon these generations of white elephants and albatrosses will take over my life. Like that grandfather's clock I've been warned to not give to that brother. All I want to end up with is Zane Grey's cabin.

    I sold collectables online, long ago; it's a full-time job I can't do. Say you have The McGuffin and all its accessories for sale... everybody has The McGuffin, they only want the accessories. A good relative who currently sells online won't take it, because he's too quickly winding down.

    Garage sales? Haven't I been punished enough?

    Now I walk around all these keepsakes and boxes of keepsakes and overdue rehabbing projects, all the while thinking about Zane Grey's cabin... which burned down a few years ago.

    • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @11:58PM (4 children)

      by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 12, @11:58PM (#1291450)

      By coincidence, the missus embarks on a two week jaunt across country tomorrow, so I was planning to get around to sorting through some of the detritus around here. What I have not laid hands on for over ten years is destined for discard. Lord, let me be strong! I'm keepin some hawaiian shirts, though, for Halloween constumes.

      • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Wednesday February 15, @07:44PM (3 children)

        by Anonymous Coward on Wednesday February 15, @07:44PM (#1291926)

        Now the sorting is underway, and I keep stumbling on things I forgot had leaked from my mind. Example: write a moving poem about the universe with words of fewer than two syllables...

        I live in a box on a hill by a sound
        Near a sea on the face of a ball turning round
        That moves in a loop 'round a tiny white sun
        In a cluster of stars that are spinning each one
        And moving in loops 'round a heavy black spot
        That ate so much stuff that it's not even hot
        In a cluster of clusters that spread from a core
        Where all things began that were never before

        So if you should live in a box on a hill
        Recall that you're not ever quite standing still
        And timing your moves as you wander around
        Will move you in time on your hill by the sound

        ...or some dark laments born of chronic agony...


        He is the Healer, but He don't heal me
        He must know it ain't worth the healing
        So who is the hurter, and how can it be
        There's no end to the pain I am feeling

        I said I was sorry, 'fessed up I was wrong
        Praying here down on my knees
        Should I be forgiven for living so long
        As it takes to decay by degrees

        Some say one day they will rise in the air
        And meet with the Lord in the sky
        And hurt is the sauce on the crosses they bear
        On their way to that sweet by and by

        I ain't no saint, I ain't of holy men acquainted
        I'm just the great mistake that Jesus made me
        It's all okay, we all reflect what we were painted
        He is the healer, it's just... He don't heal me

        --
        ...or channeling Khan at the end of ST-II...
        --

        while there may be no use
        in living through another day
        damn the anguish and abuse
        and live it anyway

        --
        ...oh well - maybe better to pitch it all.

        • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Wednesday February 15, @08:26PM (2 children)

          by Anonymous Coward on Wednesday February 15, @08:26PM (#1291935)

          Meant to say "...words of two of fewer syllables...". - sorry.

          • (Score: 1) by nostyle on Wednesday February 15, @08:29PM

            by nostyle (11497) on Wednesday February 15, @08:29PM (#1291936) Journal

            ...two or fewer... [sheesh]

          • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Thursday February 16, @06:36AM

            by Anonymous Coward on Thursday February 16, @06:36AM (#1291987)

            Whether editosis or rabbititus, it's contagious! Watch out for the awnings and nosehair!

            Imagine Sylvester saying "Polysyllabic."

            (Or Joe.)

  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 19, @04:15AM (1 child)

    by Anonymous Coward on Sunday February 19, @04:15AM (#1292498)

    After a series of short hospital stays, former U.S. President Jimmy Carter today decided to spend his remaining time at home with his family and receive hospice care instead of additional medical intervention. He has the full support of his family and his medical team. The Carter family asks for privacy during this time and is grateful for the concern shown by his many admirers.

    - Former President Jimmy Carter is entering hospice care, his charity says [notthebee.com]

    His family members have taken on the burden of 24-hour care, and "hospice care" means that professional helpers will come to the house and aid in some of the more difficult and tedious tasks. There is grace, dignity and beauty and even some joy in all this, though all the time everyone can feel the clock running.

    This could continue for a few years or just a short time. It's wonderful that his status ensures quality support. It's all so overwhelmingly difficult without additional support.