LIFE: Love Infinitely Furthers Evolution by Sander R.B.E. Beals (buy e reader TXT) 📕

what the whole movie is about: who can you trust? In the end? No one really, other than yourself. But since all the others are fragments of the mirror that is the outside world, they can be trusted too if you succeed in evening them out against one another. And that is quite doable: this morning I came across a fellow passenger who expressed to me his fear of phishing. No, not the montrous carp that could swallow him up alive, but the innocent little E-mail that when clicked would deliver his bank credentials to the crooks behind them. From my experience in electronic banking, I explained to him that having the account number would not at all be sufficient in my view to plunder the account. I know that my bank has issued me an encription device, which upon first use I had to personalize with a five digit code. Even if you steal it and my bank card, then the device would still be useless, as would the card because the PIN code was missing. And three attempts with incorrect codes make the device and the card totally useless!

I don't think I swayed him, because he was very anxiously trying to sway my belief in the safety of the system. But since both our experiences are based on more than just one fellow train passenger, it'll take quite a bit more to topple those beliefs. Besides, my belief that the system is safe is also based on the belief that humans are in Nature benevolent, and that most of the crime we see is born out of perceived necessity: someone convinced of the ever-abundant Nature of the Cosmos no longer needs to steal or rob. Unless of course it is the thrill of the crime that drives him or her.....

But since the All is sufficiently large to let all those situations exist next to one another without danger of influencing each other, I dare say that one who truly believes his world to be some way, will in the end have to be that way as well, before all the last traces of other influences disappear from his or her world. Nobody said that making your dreams come true isn't a full time job. But like real son Martin said to his mother about reading them Pinocchio in AI: Artificial Intelligence: "David is gonna love it!", even though David was only at the beginning of his journey....

And maybe you wondered why the movie is called "AI: Artificial Intelligence"? Why not just call it "Artificial Intelligence"? To me, the answer is perfectly clear, now I am writing this book, and recalled the actual logo used at the time: One big A, with a partial boy inside, and a whole boy outside. Both facing in the same direction, toes sticking out like little L's. Two dots indicate where their next steps take them: do I need to draw it out, or have you already seen the All in this next evolution of the image on the left here? That's it, nothing artificial, so the Flesh Fair people can have their own little reality, while those accepting and wishing more will get just that: more....

And right this moment George Micheal is treating me to Freedom, which perfectly tags onto the previous segment. Let me just dive into my paint program, to come up with one of the SevenSpheres that might be appropriate here....

Yes, 'No Jail' is in red, because it is hands down the first aspect of freedom people think of. It is also the one that is most difficult to express as a 'Free' thing (believe me, I tried ;-). And the other five are the five of life, as we have come to know it:

Freedom to Choose any of the other possibilities,

Free Money, at least if you are not capable of making your own. And yes, in some realities that does include counterfeiting...

Free Travel, although that may still require a little paperwork, and a wad of cash.

Freedom of information gathering, which we all know from the UN Treaty of 1948.

And after that, the right to blatantly display your understanding of said info.

Now after that, a few days of relative quiet in the writing business came over me. Doing stuff for others, lounging in the living room with movies like Star Trek where young James Tiberius Kirk trashed his dad's convertible, nearly escaping a fatal fall in the process. While viewing the Da Vinci Code, I'd thought about a dear friend of mine, who came to visit me twice last year. Like for any of us, she is part of the mirror image I conjured up for myself, a sort of twin sister who knows what I think when I think it, and we can finish each others sentences quite neatly if we want. Now her remarks and the Dan Brown movies are the soil in which the next chapter will find root....

Angels and Demons

It is no shame whatsoever, but until recently I would not tell anyone for fear of being ridiculed: I simply adore female beauty! It doesn't really matter whether we're passing in the street, or doing something together (pun intended), a lovely lady is who I most like to be next to, even if the chance of her landing in my arms is just about next to minus Infinity! I think you know those moments, when a glance to another's face across the business of a shopping mall will have you contacting that oneness again even if it is just in passing. It is purely coincidental that I'm playing Tolkien's "the Lord of the Rings: the Two Towers" tonight, for this is indeed about the One Ring, that has kept humans in check for aeons: I will attempt to unravel this with a memory from the past: basically, I grew rather fond of one unknown young lady before my lunchtime walks with the other superhumanly beautiful being that worked beside me for a year. More on that later perhaps, but let me take us back to the first visit of my Indian Twin sister Sangeeta: when we met at Schiphol airport, there was this poster in a perfume shop's store window, that looked to my pretty much like one of my preferred girls I mentioned before, whose name (as I later found out) was Christine. That may or may not have been the girl's real name, but at least I figured that if I ever was to get to God, it would be through Christine instead of the Christ, because I am absolutely singleminded when it comes to my partners. Anyway, since I could see the poster clearly, I made a picture of it, with the intention of having a better look at it later on. But when we came home, the camera had taken Christine's 'true' image: the spots lighting the store window had given her beautiful wings of Light!

When I remarked to Sangeeta about what I'd seen, she mentioned that perhaps I ought to see her as an angel. That gave me something to think about, especially since my upbringing was such that I've always though of women as angels: not specifically better than me, but certainly worthy of my esteem!

And then, when I watched the Da Vinci Code the other day, and was treated to the trailer of Angels and Demons, Dan Brown's sequel, it suddenly came to me: there are a few beautiful linguistic syncs in the title 'Angels and Demons' that I dare not withold from you:

'Angels' is often mistyped 'Angles', and in some languages it is even written this way. To me, that is simply because Angels show us another Angle of ourselves. In that way, any being we encounter can be considered an Angel.

In a similar way, Demons demonstrate to us the effects of our actions in another way....

But it is all just us playing with us, in order to fully experience the whole of it. Just like this morning I woke up with not much gusto to do anything (the summer beating on doors and windows) but went forward to do weekend stuff anyway, hoping for some inspiration along the way, instead of counting on it like I have in the past. And it came: a bird chirping caught my attention, but it was too late when I looked outside: a neighborly cat had gotten hold of it, proudly carrying it off to play with it later on, no doubt.

Now that would have distressed me in the past, having been too late for such a rescue. But that is the fullness of life for you: while the cat plays with the remains, the bird (as I figure it now) will have graduated to the next class, to experience life as the big cat it always wanted to be, chasing instead of being chased. Reminded of my most botched up rescue, I thought about the lady I met on the train some months ago. She told me 'home' was important, and when she invited me to her home to help her with a computer problem, I wasn't expecting what I saw when I got there: but at least I could see a certain order in it, which may or may not have been the order intended by the owner of the house. With the best intentions, I attacked her computer problem, checking with her to make sure she didn't use Microsoft Office. Not having paid enough attention, I could have known she used Outlook, which is part of Office. So in effect, my decision to remove it, even though I checked with her, was incorrect. She later called me, still thanking me for my effort, but at the same time requesting that I would not contact her again. But even that I could sense was a way of making me feel like I'd done enough, without making me feel like I'd messed up bigtime. Hey, in the end, no matter how you label it, mistakes are just that: some experience you would not want to experience again....

And the same goes for our names: wanting an illustration for this page, I got thrown into this article about an unknown guy opening up a Twitter account in the name of his 'Big example', and thus pulling a lot of traffic his way. It ended in the stressful advice to quickly claim your name on the Web, before anyone else does, and thus robs you of your home. Because home is important, right? And that may be true, and even though JetAudio just plays me "Spread your little wings and fly away", I will for now do just like the guy in the song: staying at home seems like the best thing to do, with this book not yet finished. And as for my home on the Web? It may have gone from a provider's site named "Selfaware's Special Spots" to http://www.paid2think.com, followed by http://deviantslair.punt.nl, but it has for now and the foreseeable future settled on a one.com domain called http://moorelife.nl, and all the subdomains I can make out there of the form (http://{alabel}.moorelife.nl). And no sublim-inately threathening E-mail about somebody wanting to claim similar domains on other extensions in Asia will make me claim yet another home, because home is where I can (no, not have to ;-) empty my pockets onto the table without a problem....

And now, to make home more Home, even when I don't mind the chaos {my/it}self, it is time to "do my homework", a.k.a. "Wax in, wax out", as the master tought the Karate Kid.....

Now why would I do it then, if it wasn't what I want? Well', there is a label involved that is quite eloquently sung about by George McCrae in Rock you Baby, which is on now: a label that says that same thing, both in the singular and plural inlinations: together, or to get her: just like a male bird builds a nest to lure the lady into it, I have chosen to make mine a Home in her Will, as much free of my personal preferences as I can make it: rather than having her need to accept what is, she'll be able to make it hers, with me