2018.05.17 13:00 - Conference of the Birds 4

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    The Guardian for this meeting was Mick. The comments are by Agatha Macbeth.


    Mickorod Renard: Hi Tura
    Tura Brezoianu: hi Mick
    Mickorod Renard: just gonna copy some notes for a mo
    Bruce Mowbray: 's current display-name is "Bruce".
    Tura Brezoianu: hi Bruce
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Tura and Mick.
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Bruce
    Mickorod Renard: just sorting my notes
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Mickorod Renard: seem to be stuck on correcting spelling
    Agatha Macbeth: Evening all
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Ags
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, aggers.
    Mickorod Renard: I give up..my spelling mistakes will have to carry on
    Agatha Macbeth: Lizzy ♥
    Agatha Macbeth: Get a dragon Mick
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Liz
    Eliza Madrigal: Hello :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Eliza.
    Bruce Mowbray left his Dragon in its cage today.
    Agatha Macbeth: Stormy :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Storm.
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Storm
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Storm :)
    Storm Nordwind: Hi everyone :)
    Mickorod Renard: nice croud again!
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: We're a very nice crowd
    Bruce Mowbray: Bleu cometh to make it even nicer.
    Agatha Macbeth: A very very nice crowd
    Mickorod Renard: he he ,,better spelling
    Storm Nordwind looks around to assess the niceness quotient
    Agatha Macbeth: Ara :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi,, ara!
    Mickorod Renard: my spelling is seriously getting worse,,I fear it may be something bad
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Ara :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Sitting on my lap again eh
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Ara
    Bleu Oleander: 's current display-name is "Bleu".
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Bleu :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Bleu.
    Bleu Oleander: hi all :)
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Blue
    Agatha Macbeth: Bleuji :)
    arabella Ella: Hiya!
    Agatha Macbeth: Aww
    Agatha Macbeth: That was fun
    Mickorod Renard: now, when I need to misspell I can't..luike Blue
    Bruce Mowbray: Bloooo
    Agatha Macbeth: That's the colour of my room...
    Mickorod Renard: is that a song?
    Bruce Mowbray hopes someone has a report today.
    Mickorod Renard: I am happy to start
    Agatha Macbeth: Moi aussi
    Eliza Madrigal: great :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Great, listens
    Mickorod Renard: should noone else wish to
    Mickorod Renard: go for it Aggs
    Agatha Macbeth: Ye of the radioactive tail
    Mickorod Renard: :)
    Bruce Mowbray listens for aggers' report.
    Agatha Macbeth: ?
    Agatha Macbeth: What report
    Bruce Mowbray: "Moi ouci"?
    Mickorod Renard: ah, ags was saying in reply to Bruces
    Agatha Macbeth: Eh??
    Bruce Mowbray: ahhh!
    Mickorod Renard: ok,,I will start
    Agatha Macbeth is confused already
    Bruce Mowbray: well then, let's hear Mick's.
    Agatha Macbeth: Mick's what?
    Bruce Mowbray: REPORT!
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Eliza Madrigal: "the birds ask for a report"
    Bruce Mowbray: 
    Mickorod Renard: I read many of the individual poems again but kept coming back to Bruce's question of should we be somewhere else.
    Agatha Macbeth: Maybe I should go out and come in again
    Bruce Mowbray nods, me too.
    Agatha Macbeth listens
    Bruce Mowbray also listens.
    Mickorod Renard: I found Bruce's question very thought stimulating on several levels. Reference to our time on earth /or in this body being so small or insignificant in some poems made me wonder whether there is a place outside what we know.
    Mickorod Renard: Then there are references to how we spend our lives allowing the self to rule our thoughts and values and whether there is a place to spiritually inhabit away from what has become regular existence.
    Mickorod Renard: Or of course , like the birds, having carved our lives out with our attachment to what we 'love' like family and friends and comforts earned from life of work and choices. Should we turn our backs and take up a life like a monk or nun, focusing on what many in the world consider irrelavent fantacy? And so on......
    Mickorod Renard: done
    Eliza Madrigal: ty Mick
    Mickorod Renard: but did Bruce have other thoughts on where else
    Eliza Madrigal: renunciation is seen as a stage in some tradtions
    Agatha Macbeth: Depends what you're renouncing I guess
    Mickorod Renard: looks up renunciation
    Mickorod Renard: ah
    Storm Nordwind: "a place outside what we know" ... Maybe we are already a part of what we know. And also already a part of what we don't know. If so, perhaps there is no place outside.
    Bruce Mowbray: renunciation, sacrifice, transcendence . . .
    Agatha Macbeth: Once I work that out Stormy I'll think about it :p
    Tura Brezoianu: All the traditions speak of a Path, and a path is something that goes somewhere.
    Agatha Macbeth: Unless it's the road to nowhere
    Bruce Mowbray: Perhaps another way to ask that question, Mick, might be, "Are the physical/emotional/spiritual containers that we occupy adequate to what the hoopoe requires?"
    Storm Nordwind: Some do indeed Tura. But not all.
    Bruce Mowbray: or what he speaks of, anyway.
    Mickorod Renard: could the other place be what we know but have become distanced from due to our selfish hold onto what we have created for ourselves?
    arabella Ella: And is the path in most if not al traditions a path where worldly riches are given up, where there is no attachment to worldly goods, simply humility and compassion?
    Eliza Madrigal: Nekkhamma (Sanskrit:) is a Pali word generally translated as "renunciation" or "the pleasure of renunciation" while also conveying more specifically "giving up the world and leading a holy life" or "freedom from lust, craving and desires."
    Eliza Madrigal: I think it is something we could secularly call 'suspension of belief" as well
    Mickorod Renard: ty Eliza
    Agatha Macbeth: Sounds boring ;-)
    Eliza Madrigal: distance to question
    Eliza Madrigal: without that, no transformation possible?
    Eliza Madrigal: (on a personal level I feel humans are always transforming)
    Agatha Macbeth ponders Liz as a nun
    Bruce Mowbray: In my present "container," I have lust, craving, and desire. Do I need to leave my container?
    Mickorod Renard: I would like to think that there is a compromise
    Bleu Oleander: suspension of belief of everything? including transformation?
    Eliza Madrigal wanted to be a nun, as a young protestant girl :P
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh my
    arabella Ella: transcendence rather than transformation I think Bleu
    Eliza Madrigal: maybe Bleu, I think it comes to that quite often :))
    Bleu Oleander: that never crossed my mind :)
    Mickorod Renard: I love that question Bruce, and wanted to come back to what u said a few lines up
    Agatha Macbeth: Audrey Madrigal
    Storm Nordwind: This is Second Life Eliza. Now's your chance ;)
    Eliza Madrigal giggles wildly
    Agatha Macbeth: Yeh go for it!
    Bruce Mowbray: as with alchemy - ( also a metaphorical means of transformation) - the poem is replete with metaphors, that we ought not take too literally.
    Eliza Madrigal: it is probably why life kept buddhism hidden from me until after I had children, hahahah
    Mickorod Renard: well said Bruce
    Eliza Madrigal smiles and listens
    Bruce Mowbray: did you want to say something more, Mick?
    Bleu Oleander: what is keeping your next transformation hidden from you now?
    Mickorod Renard: only in so much as get to what you mean by our container..or is that conainment?
    Eliza Madrigal: :) nice question bleu
    arabella Ella: container - as in the buble within which we live?
    Mickorod Renard: in a way there is a suggestion of freeing ourselves
    Bruce Mowbray: by using the word "container" I was referring to our physical and mental bodies, but a metaphor can also be a container, each of the parables in the story is a container, etc..
    Bleu Oleander: its a key question I think and one that's difficult to answer because if we knew, we'd go there perhaps?
    Mickorod Renard: yes, like that question Blue
    arabella Ella: some parables in the poem also point towards defects in oneself that only others can see, which we tend not to see in ourseves
    Bruce Mowbray: excellent point, Arabella
    Eliza Madrigal nods
    Agatha Macbeth smiles
    Mickorod Renard: choose to ignor too
    Eliza Madrigal: reality tunnels/bubbles
    Mickorod Renard: e*
    Storm Nordwind: I don't know if we'd go there Bleu. We may have a lot of choices. We may know about them. We may choose one but it may be mutually exclusive to the others. Or we could choose to stay at home. :)
    Mickorod Renard: we are like the birds
    Bleu Oleander: yes :)
    Eliza Madrigal: seeing many bubbles but not being able to reconcile or integrate them can be paralyzing, too
    Bruce Mowbray: by the way, the term "ecstasy" means to stand outside of . . . so maybe such a perception or vantage point is required for what the hoopoe is talking about.
    Eliza Madrigal: interesting, Bruce
    Mickorod Renard: very interesting idea Bruce
    Bruce Mowbray: in fact, ecstasy is probably the goal of every true mystic.
    Bleu Oleander: can we ever stand outside of our vantage point?
    Mickorod Renard: so maybe we can reach that..if temporarily
    Bruce Mowbray: I believe in mysticism one can, yes.
    Eliza Madrigal thinks of ecstasy as symptom
    arabella Ella: but I don't think the poem is urging us to go as far as being mystics, do you?
    Tura Brezoianu: You can stand outside of your previous one
    Bruce Mowbray: well, actually, that's exactly what I think the poem is saying.
    Eliza Madrigal nods
    Bruce Mowbray: of course the poem is also highly critical of the standard, traditional ways of being spiritual.
    arabella Ella: I think (I may be mistaken) it asks us to live as perfect a life as possible but how attainable is true 100 percent perfection?
    Eliza Madrigal: it feels like it is continually saying there is a price... like you have to choose to lose all to gain the mystical, and then 'surprise' you may get both
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Bleu Oleander: how does one gain the mystical?
    Eliza Madrigal: lose the self to gain the Self
    Bruce Mowbray: as I've said before, the similarity to the parables of Jesus is remarkable.
    arabella Ella: agrees with Bruce
    Mickorod Renard: it could be posible to have all with a form of equanamity perhaps?
    Storm Nordwind: The poem is written in the context of 12th century Islam. Maybe it is urging people in that context to be mystics as "other" to the prevailing attitudes. But does that apply to us here and now?
    Bleu Oleander: good question
    Bruce Mowbray: excellent question, Storm.... but my answer would be yes.
    Eliza Madrigal: people are still seeking
    Mickorod Renard: it may have been easier in the 12c
    Bleu Oleander: what does it mean to be a mystic in today's context?
    Mickorod Renard: as maybe we didnt have so much attachments in 12c
    Eliza Madrigal: in previous times, reputation and tribe were everything...
    arabella Ella: if you compare the hopoe and the birds to Jesus and his disciples, then the disciples did not withdraw from life and become mystics, they lived with people and 'went forth' and preached, etc.
    Bruce Mowbray: I was wondering if anyone else is becoming more and more endeared to the telling of the poem as we continue the readings. . . I'm finding the poem to be more pleasurable the farther along I go with it.
    Mickorod Renard: great point Ara
    Tura Brezoianu: I find the path set out by Attar rather narrow for me, a single-minded, desperate effort for a goal that I don't have confidence in.
    Bruce Mowbray ponders what Tura just said. . .
    Bruce Mowbray: "desperate"?
    arabella Ella: Some of the parables involve being in real life and tempted by the devil and resisting temptation - translated into my language at least
    Bleu Oleander: I think the poem is interesting to understand an aspect of 12th C thinking but I don't relate to it in the context of my life today
    Storm Nordwind: Should we become cookie cutter birds? Like this? https://i.imgur.com/MWE1GzF.gif + https://i.imgur.com/H6LENLH.gif
    Tura Brezoianu: Extreme.
    Mickorod Renard: I too am finding it becoming addictive and pleasuable Bruce...yet also feel Tura's feelings that it may if stays the say be too nerrow
    Bleu Oleander: 'cookie cutter birds' :)
    Tura Brezoianu: I like the pictures
    arabella Ella: Tura there is the beauty of the language, the quest for something which seems impossible, there are many levels of interpretation to the poem, not only the surface one.
    Eliza Madrigal: :) cute
    Bleu Oleander: the language is different depending on the translation of course
    Eliza Madrigal: I see what he's describing as a component of the journey many travel... dots that connect looking back and one may wonder if they were all necessary, but they paint a picture
    Bruce Mowbray: a picture with many diverse images, to be sure
    Bruce Mowbray: life situations, etc.
    Agatha Macbeth: 'Those are *my* dots? Wow'
    Eliza Madrigal nods... and dots that do seem to resonate across time and others' experiences
    Agatha Macbeth: Resonating dots
    Mickorod Renard: I like the idea of seeing the self as a dog
    Bruce Mowbray: apparently they resonate more with some of us than with others, though
    Agatha Macbeth: ??
    Eliza Madrigal nods
    Agatha Macbeth: A dog Mick?
    Eliza Madrigal: Not so connected with the dog comparison, but... listening :))
    Bleu Oleander: don't we construct the dots/path in hindsight, editing as we go along?
    Mickorod Renard: like for eg, one should be in control of the dog
    Agatha Macbeth: A canine ego eh
    Bleu Oleander: canine ego .... yep
    Bruce Mowbray: Bye ara.
    Mickorod Renard: itresonated with my self and ego anyway
    Agatha Macbeth: Could be worse
    Eliza Madrigal listens
    Eliza Madrigal: Is that because of your experience with your unruly dog, Mick :))
    Mickorod Renard: it reminded me of when i stopped smoking
    Eliza Madrigal: ah
    Mickorod Renard: I had to take control
    Bruce Mowbray wishes he were as good a person as his dogs thought he was, and also wishes he were as capable of making the journey as the hoopoe feels that the birds are.
    Bruce Mowbray: welcome back, ara.
    arabella Ella: ty and apologies Ara was out of control
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Bleu Oleander: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: What a girl!
    Mickorod Renard: take control Ara
    Agatha Macbeth: Yeh be a dog
    arabella Ella: trying hard
    Bruce Mowbray: control is a tough nut, you know.
    Agatha Macbeth: Just stay out of the water :p
    Bleu Oleander: control is overrated
    arabella Ella: the poem is also about control
    Eliza Madrigal: good point
    Storm Nordwind: Substitute "friends" for "dogs" in what you said Bruce. We're each a friendly spur to each other. :)
    arabella Ella: about how to control ourselves
    Bruce Mowbray: yes it is, I agree with ara
    Mickorod Renard: Bruce, your dogs loved you, that is testament to how great you are
    arabella Ella: self discipline
    Bruce Mowbray: I feel it is more a testament to how equanimous they were.
    Bruce Mowbray: no preference, n prejudice...
    Eliza Madrigal: I think I just have a lot of loose ends with 'self' analogies and ways of talking about the transformational process of the questionable self, so I want to argue with all of them
    Bruce Mowbray: no*
    Eliza Madrigal: it isn't a terrible one I suppose... a companion going along vs. making you chase it
    Agatha Macbeth: Sirius B
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Mickorod Renard: Dogs can be comfortable with a simple meal and somewhere dry to sleep
    Agatha Macbeth: Sirius is the dog star, curiously
    Bruce Mowbray: yes dogs have simple expectations of life.
    arabella Ella: cats too
    Bruce Mowbray: Ceres?
    Agatha Macbeth: Nooo
    Agatha Macbeth: Sirius Brucie
    Agatha Macbeth: Siriusly
    Bruce Mowbray: Hmmm.
    Storm Nordwind: The brightest star in the sky Bruce
    Bruce Mowbray: I must be thinking of the asteroid.
    Agatha Macbeth nods
    Mickorod Renard: so I fear that if taken the wrong way instead of finding our true humanity we may revert to simple creatures
    Bleu Oleander: 'true humanity'?
    Bruce Mowbray: "human" is also a sort of container . . .
    arabella Ella: words are containers
    Mickorod Renard: yes, what makes us diferent?
    Bruce Mowbray: words are, indeed, containers.... as are poems.
    Tura Brezoianu: We're the only creatures that can have this conversation
    arabella Ella: and metaphors and parables
    Bruce Mowbray nods.
    Storm Nordwind: "we may revert to simple creatures" Individually, Mick, or collectively?
    Agatha Macbeth would love to be a simple creature occasionally
    Mickorod Renard: we can phillosphis or debate between us these questions..that presumably animals cannote
    Bruce Mowbray: oh yeah.
    arabella Ella: Life today has become far too complex!
    arabella Ella: and complicated
    Agatha Macbeth: True dat Ara
    Bleu Oleander: we may already be considered simple by other life forms
    Agatha Macbeth: Just look at mesh :p
    Bleu Oleander: lol
    Eliza Madrigal grins
    Agatha Macbeth: I might turn up here as Ruth next time
    Eliza Madrigal: we have to evolve to catch up to complexity perhaps, we're lagging
    Bleu Oleander: Ruthie :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Yay
    Mickorod Renard: and of course, is there anything before birth or after death?
    Storm Nordwind: The hoopoe will undoubtedly tell you
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Mickorod Renard: cos if not why are we bothering..life is short lets just sin
    Agatha Macbeth: Like the visible spectrum - narrow band
    Mickorod Renard: he he
    Agatha Macbeth: Then there's all the other stuff you can't even see
    Bleu Oleander: there are over 40 billion stars in our galaxy that host planets in the habitalble zone, surely there might be more intelligent life forms than us?
    Agatha Macbeth: Well let's hope so!
    Eliza Madrigal: I'm sure too, Bleu
    Bruce Mowbray: her must certainly be other more intelligent beings, Bleu.
    Bruce Mowbray: there*
    Agatha Macbeth: Or the universe has problems
    arabella Ella: Stephen Hawking is reported to have published a paper on other universes before he passed away
    Tura Brezoianu: Where are they though, that's the question
    Agatha Macbeth: Yay Steve
    Storm Nordwind: he did
    Bruce Mowbray: multiverses, as if just one were not enough.
    Mickorod Renard: multiverse
    Eliza Madrigal: many worlds is a little diff than multiverse, but don't ask me what that means :P
    Agatha Macbeth: We went from bad to multiverse
    Bleu Oleander: we had a salon on our sun and other stars last night ... the numbers are amazing
    Eliza Madrigal: lol Agatha
    arabella Ella: why are we counting, one multiverse, multiple multiverses, counting does not make sense in this context
    Agatha Macbeth pokes Liz
    Storm Nordwind: But can you rhyme in multiverse?
    Eliza Madrigal guffaws
    Bruce Mowbray ponders Drake's Equation.
    Mickorod Renard: and we are only 2d projections or something
    Agatha Macbeth: Dunno Stormy
    Agatha Macbeth: Maybe Oscar knows
    Bruce Mowbray: 3D projections, if I recall correctly.
    arabella Ella: Ruthie knows!
    Agatha Macbeth: Yeh
    Agatha Macbeth: Ruthie knows all
    Mickorod Renard: in fact mickorod even thinks someone is typing out what he is saying
    Agatha Macbeth: He does?
    Eliza Madrigal: "on the internet no one knows you are a dog"
    Agatha Macbeth: You mean that guy who looks like Moby?
    Mickorod Renard: bad speller tho
    Bruce Mowbray: Seems that the projections of ourselves have projections of their own. . .
    Eliza Madrigal: I have to run quickly, thanks for this session Mick and everyone (sorry to pop out early)
    Agatha Macbeth: Awww
    Bruce Mowbray: Bye, Eliza.
    arabella Ella: bye Eliza
    Agatha Macbeth Lizhugs
    Tura Brezoianu: bye Eliza
    Mickorod Renard: bye Liz
    Mickorod Renard: ty
    Bruce Mowbray: Liz just departed our little container.
    Bruce Mowbray: with transparent walls, yet.
    Mickorod Renard: so, can we round up what we have dicovered taday?
    Agatha Macbeth: See through living space
    Agatha Macbeth: OK
    Bruce Mowbray listens for Roundup....
    Mickorod Renard: blimey, that was australian I think
    arabella Ella: I like the way the poem contains the little stories, the parables, as I feel people tend to remember stories more than simple recommendations and therefore stories are more effective when trying to convey a message
    Agatha Macbeth: Strewth
    Bruce Mowbray: I agree with ara.
    Bruce Mowbray: and I love the varieties.
    arabella Ella: likethe story of the man who did not see the defect in his lover's eye for the period of time when he loved her
    Mickorod Renard: true Ara, I also work harder trying to understand them
    arabella Ella: they are like fables Mick, each one contains a lesson for life
    Storm Nordwind: Fables are good propaganda. But they may sometimes hide deeper truths rather than reveal them.
    arabella Ella: they include examples of virtues, goodness, etc.
    Bruce Mowbray: I like how caring and compassion seem to be recurring themes.
    arabella Ella: agreed Storm
    arabella Ella: although I would not use propaganda for fables
    Agatha Macbeth smiles @ Brucie
    Bruce Mowbray: there is also quite a bit of play of opposites --- particularly with social status: King and pauper, for example.
    Storm Nordwind: It depends on the intent Ara. I would suggest it's not an inapplicable word for the hoopoe's stories.
    arabella Ella: yes and with the opposities it is humility that plays a key role
    Mickorod Renard: if one is devoid of all sins would they recognise them?
    arabella Ella: ok possibly Storm
    Agatha Macbeth: Good point
    arabella Ella: they recognise them? who?
    Mickorod Renard: I wondered whether the path would lead a person to equanamity through a processs
    Storm Nordwind: Sin could easily be a relative term. If you're conscious of the word and what it means to you, then you would recognize them. (Though not necessarily in your blameless self! ;-))
    Mickorod Renard: for eg, once one is say clean..then they may become an observer rather than a participant
    Bruce Mowbray: let him who is without sin cast the first . . . Oooops. time to be scraping up supper.
    arabella Ella: if you think you are blameless and without sin you are probably (in this context) guilty of arrogance
    Agatha Macbeth: Love to the squirrels Brucie
    Mickorod Renard: bye Bruce, ty
    arabella Ella: bye Brucie!
    Storm Nordwind: Only to someone who thinks arrogance is a sin Ara. :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Be well, good people.
    Tura Brezoianu: one of the birds later on claims to be virtuous, and gets the dressing down you'd expect
    Bruce Mowbray: Thank you Mick and aggers!
    arabella Ella: agreed Storm that is why I said in this context
    Tura Brezoianu: bye Bruce
    Mickorod Renard: mm I know what you mean..but there must be an oportunity through process to redeam oneself
    Mickorod Renard: maybe that is why we are here, to sin and learn from mistakes
    arabella Ella: to redeem oneself (again in this context)I think one must be open to temptation and yet not fall into temptation (whatever it may be in each particular case - as in some of the parables)
    Mickorod Renard: Ara, you mean there is no hope for any of us?
    Mickorod Renard: :)
    arabella Ella: as Bruce said earlier there are quite a few similarities to what Christianity preaches
    arabella Ella: I cannot say there is no hope it is not up to me to judge and to be human is to hope!
    Storm Nordwind: Mick, I know you have said you search for equanimity. And you wonder whether you can find that on this path. I would suggest there may be one *or more) paths where you'd find it. But I have doubts about it being on the one the hoopoe advocates. (Just a personal feeling, of course!).
    Agatha Macbeth: Hopefully
    arabella Ella: I'm forever hopeful
    Mickorod Renard: thanks Storm, I am tempted to read the whole book but dont want to ..sort of spaoil it
    arabella Ella: Mick what exactly do you mean by equanimity? It seems to be a term many use here?
    arabella Ella: even tempered?
    Agatha Macbeth: The last thing left in Pandora's Box
    Mickorod Renard: its a term that came to me in my dreams years ago..its always been a subject I like
    Mickorod Renard: my problem is I become to emotional when I see stuff that hurts me or what..and I feel that also can cause me to become angry
    Agatha Macbeth: Snap
    Mickorod Renard: whaich in turn I feel destroys the love I really want to project
    Agatha Macbeth: All too often
    arabella Ella: isn't that understandable? part of what it is to be human? emotional and sensitive?
    Mickorod Renard: dificult to put into words in a second
    Agatha Macbeth: Youdid it well
    Storm Nordwind: It can be your next report Mick ;)
    Agatha Macbeth: And spelled right too
    Mickorod Renard: I have felta small sample of what it feels like..I like the way it is
    Mickorod Renard: :)
    Mickorod Renard: that is if I have attached the right word to it
    arabella Ella: smiles
    arabella Ella: Ask Aggers!
    Agatha Macbeth is all ears
    Storm Nordwind: Aggers is our lexicon
    Mickorod Renard: well, end of session
    arabella Ella: she certainly is
    arabella Ella: and so good with words too
    Agatha Macbeth: Isn't that a city in US?
    Tura Brezoianu: I need to be going now
    arabella Ella: bye Tura!
    Mickorod Renard: thankyou to everyone for another fun session
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh no, that's Lexington
    Storm Nordwind: B Sirius ;)
    Tura Brezoianu: goodnight all
    Mickorod Renard: bye Tura and ty
    Storm Nordwind waves
    Agatha Macbeth: TC Tu
    Agatha Macbeth: Yes we're a fun lot
    Agatha Macbeth: Have been for 10 years now
    Agatha Macbeth: A decade of mayhem and frolics
    arabella Ella: nods
    Mickorod Renard: amazing really
    Agatha Macbeth: It is
    Agatha Macbeth: Just wish I'd been here for the first 1.5
    Mickorod Renard: feels like you had always been here Ags
    Agatha Macbeth: It does dunnit
    Storm Nordwind: This seems to have been a really stimulating and productive session, even if we didn't refer to the poem much. Seems to be the case on Thursdays rather than on Mondays where we talk about the poem more.
    Agatha Macbeth: Think that's the form
    Mickorod Renard: yes, I did have notes on the poems but we didnt need thaem
    arabella Ella: Thanks for a grreat session, I must be off good night all!
    Agatha Macbeth: Next time maybe
    Agatha Macbeth: Be well Ara
    Storm Nordwind: Bye Ara. gtsy!
    Agatha Macbeth: Love to the Med
    Mickorod Renard: bye Ara
    Agatha Macbeth: I accidentaly drank some of it once (The Med)
    Agatha Macbeth: Really salty
    Mickorod Renard: well, I am looking forward to finding more stimulus in the next section
    Agatha Macbeth: I'll be glad when they start the journey
    Storm Nordwind: You do well with leading this Mick. :)
    Agatha Macbeth: You do
    Mickorod Renard: even tho I fear it may become more propoganderish
    Storm Nordwind: I don't ever enjoy reading it. But I still do. And I enjoy these sessions hearing what other birds are thinking. :)
    Mickorod Renard: thanks Storm..but in reality I am inadequate
    Agatha Macbeth: The trick is seeing beyond the propaganda
    Agatha Macbeth: Or beneath it
    Agatha Macbeth: Or around it
    Mickorod Renard: he he , true Ags, I tend to take an inocents approach
    Agatha Macbeth: Struggling with me preps
    Agatha Macbeth: I tend to think innocent is the best approach
    Mickorod Renard: well, I had best go check on sleeping kids
    Agatha Macbeth: Be well gramps
    Storm Nordwind: Childlike wonder combined with mature suspicion :)
    Mickorod Renard: got two here today
    Agatha Macbeth: Lucky you
    Mickorod Renard: Pema was an advocate of childlike wonderment
    Mickorod Renard: I think
    Agatha Macbeth: Good for him
    Storm Nordwind: Me too
    Mickorod Renard: great!
    Storm Nordwind: It's easier as you get older
    Agatha Macbeth: Often easier said than done mind
    Storm Nordwind: Because you forget the first time you encountered something and you see it anew!
    Mickorod Renard: I have a sneaky suspician I am going back into childhood
    Agatha Macbeth nods
    Mickorod Renard: especially with my spelling
    Storm Nordwind: Join us Mick. Don't be afraid...
    Agatha Macbeth: Ha
    Mickorod Renard: :)
    Mickorod Renard: kids relate to me more too..now
    Bleu Oleander: sorry afk .. call from cousins I haven't talked to in a while
    Storm Nordwind: You are less of a threat maybe
    Mickorod Renard: np Bleu
    Agatha Macbeth smiles @ Bleuji
    Mickorod Renard: yes, along with a wallet
    Storm Nordwind: haha!
    Bleu Oleander: will catch up in the logs
    Mickorod Renard: kk bleu, good to have you here anyway
    Agatha Macbeth: Indeed
    Mickorod Renard: ok,,must go guys,,take care
    Agatha Macbeth: Byee
    Storm Nordwind: Bye Mick :))
    Mickorod Renard: byeeee and ty
    Bleu Oleander: ok thanks Mick!
    Agatha Macbeth: The running man...
    Bleu Oleander: take care and bfn

    Storm and I will now talk at cross purposes...

    Storm Nordwind: Better than being a burning man
    Agatha Macbeth: TC
    Agatha Macbeth: That's later this year :p
    Storm Nordwind: Indeed. Though I've never been
    Agatha Macbeth: I've been a couple of times
    Storm Nordwind: Recommended?
    Agatha Macbeth: The end is always the best bit
    Storm Nordwind smiles
    Agatha Macbeth: Where they burn it down
    Agatha Macbeth: Really good watching it from the inside
    Storm Nordwind: !
    Agatha Macbeth: Seriously
    Storm Nordwind: How?
    Agatha Macbeth: You can stand inside the thingy and watch it slowly burn down
    Agatha Macbeth: Takes ages
    Agatha Macbeth: But awesome
    Storm Nordwind: wow
    Agatha Macbeth: And always about 50 people around you so lagged to buggery :p
    Storm Nordwind: haha!
    Agatha Macbeth: I think I crashed twice the last time
    Storm Nordwind: And I thought you were talking about the RL event!

    /me facepalms

    Agatha Macbeth: Nawww
    Agatha Macbeth: Didn't know there was one
    Storm Nordwind: In Nevada
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh
    Agatha Macbeth: Well bit far for moi
    Storm Nordwind: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_Man
    Agatha Macbeth: But the SL one is good
    Agatha Macbeth: And a lot safer
    Storm Nordwind: SL one probably imitates the RL one.
    Agatha Macbeth: Hang on, didn't Jim Keith die after visiting that?
    Agatha Macbeth: Or have I got that wrong
    Agatha Macbeth: Will have to look it up
    Agatha Macbeth: Anyway I'd better get this log posted
    Storm Nordwind: In September 1999, Jim Keith fell from a stage and broke his knee at the 1999 Burning Man Arts Festival held from August 30 - September 7 at the Black Rock Desert in Nevada about 120 miles north of his hometown of Reno. On September 7, he entered the Washoe Medical hospital for knee surgery and died in the Intensive Care Unit shortly after surgery was completed when a blood clot released and entered his lung. The coroner's report listed cause of death as "blunt force trauma." Cryptically, Keith stated just before being put under anaesthetic, "I have this feeling that if they put me under I'm not coming back". He is survived by two daughters.
    Agatha Macbeth: Yeh
    Agatha Macbeth: Right
    Agatha Macbeth: Really mysterious

    (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Keith for more info)

    Storm Nordwind: Anyway, it's Thursday, and our favorite diner calls
    Agatha Macbeth: Bon appetit Stormy
    Agatha Macbeth: Love to J

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