LIFE: Love Infinitely Furthers Evolution, Sander R.B.E. Beals [best romance novels of all time .txt] 📗

included no bars and nightclubs, and precious little movie theatres, She switched to my office life: I soon found myself having lunchtime walks with the most delightful (dark hair and dark eyes, truly delightful) lady from the ground floor, and I enjoyed myself immensely. I'll not go into the entire story here, because it was thoroughly covered in my not yet published second novel named "Make It Real". But I will point out she was cleverly made unavailable because she was married. Being a guy out to avoid conflict and still falling for her, I came no further than to ask her at some point to consider me as the next candidate if and when she ever became single again. She just stared at me for seven seconds straight, never blinking once. My conscious mind didn't know what to make of that, and my subconscious wouldn't tell yet, but I'm now convinced that it was all an elaborate plan, which I played on myself to make things more fun: the moment I realised that I'd never have pulled such a trick on myself if there wasn't at least an equal or much bigger price to be had.... And Spandau Ballet with Through the Barricades absolutely agrees with me.

And now it is time for dinner, not because it is time, but because it simply is the most lovely thing I can think of doing right now....

And with Jive Bunny and the Mastermixers heralding my return from the cafetaria with the delicacy on the right, they dive into "That's what I like", the concept I've been entertaining here all afternoon long. And those are the very best moments for pondering Life: just walking home, juggling two liters of yoghurt and a can of peaches in one hand, and the cup of icecream in the other. Arriving at my back door, half of the yoghurt jumped out of my arms so I'd have one hand free for the lock, before picking it up. But that's not the realization I got from my experience just now. Instead, we'll go back to the title of the previous chapter, because Love, that manysplendored thing, is also a many-faceted gem. Where me and my friends couldn't decide which one of us was actually right, and thus clung to our horses, it turns out we were both right and wrong at the same time: Love is both a selfish and an unselfish thing, and it goes both ways! It is like two infinitesimal observers each appreciating the other as the All they both are!

And that of course means anything can happen! I may love a lady because of the way she talks, and my giant-like physique might make us look odd to the people in the street, but we couldn't care less if her idea of the ideal guy would be Bruce Willis... Not saying I absolutely look like the guy, who is also one of my favorite actors by the way, but you get my point: we each have a set of preferences and dislikes, and the sum total of those and the way they match makes up for how much we love each other, both as in 'getting love from' and 'can't wait to give love to', even when I exclude any and all sexual undertones...

And yet again, the JetAudio player (I propose we call it YesAudio from now on, because of it's enabling nature) plays UB40 with "Sing Our Own Song". Now you can interpret it in the traditional context of a divided South Africa, but we're dealing with romantical relationships right now, so let's just stick to that. Because believe it our not, any romantic relationship will have both parties singing their own song. And where they love singing it, the other party loves listening to it. And where the notes of the songs are the preferences we love to experience again and again, it seems only reasonable that both songs eventually become entangled into one duet. It is similar, although somewhat yucky, to liken it to the menstrual cycles of women living in the same house: it is said these tend to synchronize, so they're all in their period at the same time.

It is a well known aspect of Darwin's Evolution Theory, that features displayed are almost always likely to have a preference in the other gender of the species: if a male of a certain type of parrot grows a very colorful tail, it is because the females of the species make their choice based on that. Likewise, if a female of the human persuasion looks at possible candidates, she isn't going to aim for the guy that has all the wrong attributes, unless she lies to herself with regards to what she really wants....

Still though, in Holland we have this saying that "op elk potje past een dekseltje", which basically says you can always find a match in love. When translated literally it becomes very weird indeed: "For every pot there is a lid" Funny phrase, to the deviant mind: 'pot' is Dutch slang for lesbian, and 'lid' is Dutch for penis. Does that mean a straight Dutch guy like me cannot claim guaranteed success based on that saying? ;-)

But there's more to this mindnumbing association game: 'naaien' in Dutch means both to sew and to fuck, as will usually be evident from context. 'kussen' is both kissing and the Dutch word for pillow, so the feeling of the word will probably be quite different for people that haven't been exposed to Dutch...

It also works for less 'harmful' words: 'lol' was a Dutch word for fun, long before the Internet made it into the acronym for Laughing Out Loud! And yes, YesPlayer is at it again: Cinema Bizarre, with "Erase and Replace".

And thus, it isn't that difficult to make a case of 'reasonable doubt': since the borders blur, and languages do too with the advent of so many translation engines on the web, the associations will kind of 'run amok' and become one big unified translation matrix. And in this matter, it will be growing closer and closer to the total Cosmological tapestry that might also be called the Grand Universal Theory.

To get back to experiences being immediately tagged as highly relevant and immediately stored in long term memory, here's one: I'll always remember a short SciFi story, or maybe a chapter from a novel, where the public used to play a game:

You take a concept, like a book or movie title, which you write down for checking later.

You run it through a couple of translators, and observe the outcome.

Once you decide it has been obfuscated enough, you give the output to your friend.

He or she must then try to guess what the original phrase was.

Now this came from a novel or short story when I was about 18, let's say around the 1990's. I don't remember the title, or even the writer, because I was voraciously going through the entire english SciFi section of our local library at the time, but rather because of the information in the stories, and not their external labels....

Looking for a way to actually tell you the title and author, I ran into Noah Chomsky's contribution called Universal Grammar. He reckoned that language capasbility is somehow hard-wired into the brain , without the kids actually having been taught it. Now that brings to mind my earlier idea that we learn subconscious or hard-wired those elements that the conscious mind simply does not need to know: balancing a bicycle, for instance.

But dear Noah claimed this only for languages, where our little story uses languages, and scientific lingo has been considered family of normal languages for quite some time. And this book goes even further: any language is just a set of useful labels, to a certain group of human beings. So I've got a feeling that the Universal Translator they're all talking about is none other than the intricate weave of the tapestry that supports the All.

I will go as far as to state: "It is all just DATA: Determinations Amplified To Awareness!"

To Be or Not To Be....

"This doggerel that pours from my pen, has just been written by another twenty telepathic men...." Thanks to Hawkwind for that very intriguing line from their song Spirit of the Age! Of course the Ages have changed a bit, and I'm pouring my soul into a keyboard since voice recognition is not yet advanced enough to do as I see fit, but the purpose remains the same (as did the Song ;-): to show my Love for the All by gladly testifying to the fact that I believe I have finally understood Her! (no gender issues, just my personal preference)

One of the most pondered questions on our tiny little globe is probably this: is the world around us driven by Destiny or Fate? Is it all fixed, and thus unchangeable by Free Will? Is Coincidence then just an aftereffect of the determination of our World to become what it must become? If pre-determination rules, then the concept of coincidence and synchronicity is not at all random, for they are consequences of the predetermination we just chose to be true.

But where Coincidence states that "two events occurring at the same time is without meaning", Synchronicity takes the High road: We may chose to see meaning in two possibly unrelated events, either positive or negative. Depending on that simple Determination, we find ourselves either fearing our fate or desiring our Destiny, but we're still in Dualistic mode: "Sure I see how my Destiny will let me end up, but am I ready for it?"

And that is where belief comes in: whatever Deity we believe in, whether we believe in our Free Will, we surely believe in His or Her Divine Will. Does that shape our Fate or Destiny? I simply deduce that that is not the case: for just like we respect each other, so does He or She. Great sync (one in 38000+ MP's) is Culture Club with Karma Chameleon, but there's too much in it to do a simple quote here. If you're interested, just go pick up the lyrics someplace....

But I'll add my interpretation of the title though: Karma Chameleon simply means that believing in Karma isn't black and white, one-dimensional, but a multi-colored thing: there are as many dimensions to it as there are fragments in the All-being.

I guess the central concept of the above is clear: no matter what we chose, our Free Will is in play here, because it realizes the determination! Likewise, I will show how past choices have restricted us to a certain reality. And yes, there may be beings for which this is not the case, but I have not yet consciously met one.

Let's just go back to a scene from my youth, which I may already have told you about in the previous two books: at age three, I was in the kitchen, watching my mother take the cake out of the oven. Because she needed to put it on the table first, she had to step away from the oven for a second, but called over to me: "You stay away from there, it is hot!". I've always been curious about the concept of Hotness, even back then, so I stepped forward and put both my little hands on the scalding hot oven door. Not mummies fault, just me wanting to experience (or experiment). It taught me not to toy with hot, in any of its many forms. Yes, just like Light, Hot has ambiguous meanings too: let's just add another SevenSphere for that....

Like Light, Hot is ambiguous, and in way more ways than just three: there are pages of Hot in Wikipedia, mostly albums and movies. After having seen them, I figured the three on the right are the essential ones:

Hot vs. Cold: the concept of my unfortunate accident, which left no permanent scars. I guess I'm resistant to that, because even a hand with third degree burns from cooking oil healed nice and invisibly.... Still though, I'll not pursue this matter any further, by proving I can walk on hot coals for example.

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