This is the most beautiful eulogy I have ever read. It is monumentally transcendent, which is the most appropriate form of devotion in light of the circumstances.
It was Nasim Haramein’s work that first turned me on to toroidal fields. His theory is that there is a black hole at the centre of everything… and it makes sense that all matter arises from a central void.
Similarly, I agree that it is our longing, our sense of loss/ lack that propels and shapes our path. And psycho-spiritually, I think our personality structures grow around our wounds. I wrote about this in my essay on the sacred wound…
If you can't get fed, be bread. (Rumi via Moyne/Barks) I am trying to remember when I came to the conclusion that was my only path. Thank you for your beautiful writing and the reminder.
A Beautiful tribute. That within us which is empty is what we each go out seeking to fill. At some level, loss is the motivating force behind everything.
I was struggling with the geometry of fractal toruses; what would it mean for a bagel to contain a second selfsimilar bagel? Bubbles, foam, whose skin is made of foam - that fit in my head a little better. And then I seized on "skin", imagined my Self in my skin, AS my skin, across conceptual levels, and had a frisson of alienation that reminded me of the first time I thought about how my body contains a skeleton which mimics all my movements. Picturing a skin-only golem, devoid of any interiority, feels like a suitably profane icon - thin enough to make a self similar fractal, to be uploaded to the Internet. And precarious, an empty skin is as obviously fragile as life is, if it were removed from its comfortable prior circumstances
This is the most beautiful eulogy I have ever read. It is monumentally transcendent, which is the most appropriate form of devotion in light of the circumstances.
Thank you for sharing it with us. 🩷🥲
Beautiful, and thank you for talking about toruses. They definitely don't get enough attention.
Beautiful reflections, thank you 🙏💛
It was Nasim Haramein’s work that first turned me on to toroidal fields. His theory is that there is a black hole at the centre of everything… and it makes sense that all matter arises from a central void.
Similarly, I agree that it is our longing, our sense of loss/ lack that propels and shapes our path. And psycho-spiritually, I think our personality structures grow around our wounds. I wrote about this in my essay on the sacred wound…
https://bonnytydeman.substack.com/p/what-marks-us-makes-us?r=1666e&utm_medium=ios
If you can't get fed, be bread. (Rumi via Moyne/Barks) I am trying to remember when I came to the conclusion that was my only path. Thank you for your beautiful writing and the reminder.
A Beautiful tribute. That within us which is empty is what we each go out seeking to fill. At some level, loss is the motivating force behind everything.
I was struggling with the geometry of fractal toruses; what would it mean for a bagel to contain a second selfsimilar bagel? Bubbles, foam, whose skin is made of foam - that fit in my head a little better. And then I seized on "skin", imagined my Self in my skin, AS my skin, across conceptual levels, and had a frisson of alienation that reminded me of the first time I thought about how my body contains a skeleton which mimics all my movements. Picturing a skin-only golem, devoid of any interiority, feels like a suitably profane icon - thin enough to make a self similar fractal, to be uploaded to the Internet. And precarious, an empty skin is as obviously fragile as life is, if it were removed from its comfortable prior circumstances