“Childe Roland to the dark tower came / raising hell in jesus name / his first thought was / The truth is hard to swallow … / …Here I come … / Here I came…”

Entering Poetry Cafe 1...

laddy-g: Taking off my skins... even clothes.. sometimes..

mrfatboy1: ok, this as grouchy as i can get

-delia-: lol

laddy-g: I feel like my core get closer to others to convey idead and perceptions andso forth..

mrfatboy1: more of a pissed off look than grouchy

laddy-g: are you upset with me?

-delia-: why would we be upset?

laddy-g: Oh! look! some is there!

eternumpace: somebody pull my finger

laddy-g: thanks! Delia

-delia-: hahahaha

mrfatboy1: no way, eter!!!!

eternumpace: here it comes!!!!

eternumpace: . I think we are all always being spatially intelligent, which is the beauty of

laddy-g: here you came!

eternumpace: spatial intelligence, it's almost a synonym of mythology in the best sense of the

eternumpace: word. That is, we get our sense of ourselves through our movement through

eternumpace: space and time and feeling, but specifically through the physical and

eternumpace: ideological architecture of the world. And this sense is structured like any story.

eternumpace: However, what if there is one main story like one main branch that runs

eternumpace: through all time and every person even into the future? Literature and culture

eternumpace: resonates with this branch or tree or story and the tree is likewise repeated in

eternumpace: part or whole in every leaf of grass so to speak because presumably we and

eternumpace: every event is completely involved in the growth of this tree. Consciousness is

eternumpace: biological but not necessarily limited to what we term biological for the simple

eternumpace: reason that if human terminology is purely a function of neurochemistry then

eternumpace: we would be hopelessly bound by our own sense of what consciousness is; it is

eternumpace: a mystery. Hence, spatial intelligence is that grand story about how

eternumpace: consciousness is written into the fabric of every structure from bridges to works

eternumpace: purely of the imagination, to everything. It is about the divinity of humanity

eternumpace: and civilization which must then be approached with a reverence for all human

eternumpace: invention, especially since it may not be purely human or maybe more than

eternumpace: human. There is a pattern to our understanding and even if we cannot

eternumpace: understand it, we can recognize or remember it. Spatial intelligence is not a

eternumpace: new or old way of knowing, it is a new and old orientation to knowledge that

recognizes patterns with a primal thirst for beauty—the divine. It is not so

much of the mind as of the soul. It is about the divinity of you when you allow

yourself to be intimately involved in the imagination of the universe. It is about

human love, human personality, paradox, irony, and humor. It is who we are. It

is the language of the gods.