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[Divine Sinner]

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Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven
horizontal space Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

[ArELa]

[Joy]

[Divine Sinner]

[AROTRIS]

I know, I know, from the assembly line
I know, I know, the three laws of my type

I was not made to smile
I was not built to lie
I ask my positron self
why am I born apart

we work alone inside the big dome
there's no reason for my eyes to glow
every night, every morning,every day

I know, I know, all data and functions
I know, I know, the power of the sun

I don't care what I am
I am the never man
I ask my kindred spirit
why do I dream of kites

whatever to serve my master
anything to save my master

I know, I know, the passage of my time
I know, I know, the same old daily grind

[Divine Sinner]

Ο χορος των σκιων

[Divine Sinner]

δεν θυμαμαι αμα το ειχα ανεβασει. αν ειμαστε αναμεσα στην πρωτη και την 10η φορα ειμαστε οκ

[Divine Sinner]

Look up here
Look down there
I am the new man
I'm tangled in wires
Chipset adept
Memory load
Keep your vogue code that all have
Tomorrow's world we've all seen
Keep your modern ways
And keep your bugs
The Metal Man is here to stay

Talk talk
You say I only work, all night and day
Talk talk
Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent'

Computerised
Voice synthesised
Call me the mech man
In a world of machines
What can I do but to serve
Store the data and calculate
Speak and spell and operate
Engineer the rail and motorway
Automaton of yesterday

Talk talk
You say I only work, all night and day
Talk talk
Do say 'Use me, I'm cheap to rent'

[Divine Sinner]

[ostrako]

[ostrako]

[ostrako]

[ostrako]

[ostrako]

[Divine Sinner]

ΓΙΑ ΕΜΑΣ Η ΖΩΗ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΕΝΑ ΠΑΙΧΝΙΔΙ,. ΓΙΑΤΙ ΕΙΜΑΣΤΕ ΠΑΙΔΙΑ ΤΟΥ ΓΙΑΝΝΗ ΔΑΛΙΑΝΙΔΗ

[ostrako]

Τρεχαμε να γνωρισουμε τις πιατσες ,πινοντας καφεδες και μπυρες.
Παιδια του μεροκαματου,ο καθενας, με οτι ειχε.
Μια οσμη ακομα, απο εκεινη τη δεκαετια.

Και φυσικα Παπακωνσταντινου.

[Divine Sinner]

[Divine Sinner]

[promitheas14]

Παρακολουθῶντας αὐτό τό βιντεάκι συνειδητοποίησα δύο πράγματα: α) Γιατί ἀσυνείδητα ποτέ δέν ἤμουν φάν τῶν συναυλιῶν. (δέν ἐννοῶ κλασσικῆς μουσικῆς). Διότι σέ προβατοποιοῦν καί σοῦ παίρνουν τήν ἐνέργεια "ἀναγκάζοντάς σε" νά συντονιστῆς στόν ρυθμό πού δίνει ὁ "βοσκός".
β) Πόσο εὔκολα ρουφᾶνε ἐνέργεια ἀπό τήν ἀνθρωπότητα μέ πλείστους τρόπους τά ὁρατά ἤ μή βαμπίρ.

[Divine Sinner]

υπαρχει απόδειξη γι αυτό;

[promitheas14]

υπαρχει απόδειξη γι αυτό;

Δές το ἐπαγωγικά: Τά φυτά εἶναι τροφή γιά τά ζῶα. Τά φυτοφάγα ζῶα εἶναι τροφή τῶν σαρκοφάγων. Τά ζῶα καί τά φυτά εἶναι τροφή τῶν ἀνθρώπων. Τί σέ κάνει νά πιστεύης ὅτι ἐμεῖς (οἱ ἄνθρωποι) ΔΕΝ εἴμαστε τροφή γιά κάποιους;

[Divine Sinner]

Οτι δεν βλεπω να υπαρχουν κάποιοι. ειμαστε τροφή για τα λιοντάρια σε επίπεδο υπαίθρου. απλα εχουμε αναπτύξει τεχνικές για να αποφύγουμε τα θηρία.

[promitheas14]

Οτι δεν βλεπω να υπαρχουν κάποιοι. ειμαστε τροφή για τα λιοντάρια σε επίπεδο υπαίθρου. απλα εχουμε αναπτύξει τεχνικές για να αποφύγουμε τα θηρία.

Οὔτε τό μυρμηγκάκι βλέπει νά ὑπάρχη κάποιος ἐχθρός γύρω από τήν μυρμηγκοφωλιά πού ἔχουν βγεῖ κατά ἐκατοντάδες γιά τίς τακτικές τους ἐργασίες, παρ' ὅλο πού τό βατραχάκι παραμονεύει πιό κεῖ καί τρώει δεκάδες ἀπὀ ὅσα ἀπομακρύνονται κάπως. (Προσωπική μου παρατήρηση). Ἄν τό ἀντιλαμβάνονταν θά ἐπετίθεντο στόν βάτραχο κατά χιλιάδες ἤ θά κρυβονταν στήν φωλιά καί αὐτός θά πέθαινε μέ τόν ἕνα ἤ τόν ἄλλο τρόπο.
Κατ' ἀντιστοιχία, ἐάν ὁ Homo sapiens ἀντιλαμβανόταν ὅτι τρέφει ὀντότητες αὐτές θά "πέθαιναν". Ἤδη δέν τίς ταϊζει πολύ, γι' αὐτό ἔχουν λυσσάξει...

Κατά τόν Ἀριστοτέλη ὑπάρχει ἡ κατ' αἴσθησιν καί ἡ μή κατ' αἴσθησιν ἀντίληψις.
(Σχόλιο δικό μου): Εἶναι ἡ κατ' αἴσθησιν ἀντίληψη αὐτή πού συχνᾶ μᾶς παραπλανᾶ καί ὄχι ἡ ἄλλη. (Π.χ. ἀδυναμία αντίληψης ὅτι κινούμαστε μέσα στό σύμπαν, ὅτι βομβαρδιζόμαστε κάθε στιγμή ἀπό ἠλεκτρομαγνητική ἀκτινοβολία κ.ο.κ)

[Divine Sinner]

Ειμαι σίγουρος πως αν τυχει να εξελιχθούν τα μυρμίγκια θα ανακαλύψουν τον βάτραχο μέσω της παρατήρησης και της επιστημονικής μεθοδολογίας και όχι αξιωμάτων.

[promitheas14]

Ειμαι σίγουρος πως αν τυχει να εξελιχθούν τα μυρμίγκια θα ανακαλύψουν τον βάτραχο μέσω της παρατήρησης και της επιστημονικής μεθοδολογίας και όχι αξιωμάτων.

Χειρότερο (αν μποροῦσα νά τό χαρακτηρίσω) εἶναι τό ἀξίωμα πώς "δέν ὑπάρχει κάτι τό ὁποῖο δέν μπορῶ νά τό δῶ"
Εἶμαι βέβαιος πώς ἡ μεταφυσική (ἀνάλογα μέ τόν βαθμό ἐξέλιξης τοῦ Homo sapiens) θά μετεξελιχθῆ σέ φυσική. Ἤδη γίνεται (φωτογραφίες Kirlian ἀποδεικνύουν τήν αὔρα κτλ)
Ἄς μᾶς διδάξη τό παρελθόν καί οἱ ἀστειότητες τῆς ἐπιστήμης (π.χ. θεωρία τοῦ προσχηματισμοῦ στήν βιολογία ἤ κάποιες φαιδρές ἐπιστημονικές ὑποθέσεις τοῦ Δαρβίνου πού ἔγιναν ἀξιώματα ἀπό τήν ἐπιστήμη).