You know, we wait as if we expect god

3/21/2024 god is in the data

Con/Jur/d

Mar 21, 2024

**Placebos all the way up and all the way down**

The Eye is all-where — It is our eye — Matt Cardin has some thoughts:

The Living Dark

Stumbling Across God

Dear Living Dark reader, Here is the second post in a three-post series in which I publish, for the first time anywhere, a long essay that I wrote in 1996 at age twenty-five for a friend and philosophical sparring partner who had endured many months of my quote-laden conversational style, in which I offered an unending stream of references to and quotations from a multitude of books and thinkers. He finally asked me to state what I, as Matt, really thought and believed on my own. “My Search for Certainty” was the result. I only ever shared it with him, and then I lost it. Or so I thought, until recently, after nearly thirty years, I stumbled across it again. For a full account of the essay’s background and origin, and to read parts 1 and 2, see the first post in the series, …

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**We think we understand lighthouses — the landlubber obsession — sometimes a lighthouse is just a lighthouse — sometimes it divides the mystery into known and chaos**

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The Invisible Now
“I’m willing to read the data, and I’m not a deranged conspiracy theorist,” Freddie deBoer
Con/Jur/d, 3/21/2024


Watching Jane Hirschfield
talking about science, poetry 
and as someone said of their first
exposure her liquid language, “She gets it”

And indeed she does, so we stole from
her, a phrase she took from someone else

the invisible now, as a way of saying
the now is unseen without context

true, yet, the now is hidden by context

as Dogen says, now is

“A dragon singing in a dead tree”

you are the dragon

you are the dead tree

can you

hear it? (alone, leafless branches against the setting sun
a crow puts quotes on the silent wind)

smell it (beneath cool water on hot scales restoring dusty to 
rainbowed luster)

taste it (banana muffins and sourdough in a 

bakeless, wheatless, calorieless, plastic cup 

body temperature, water)

Feel it (after age has made 10’000 threads and burlap,

and peeling bark

                          bark                 bark                       bark

equanimous)

sing it,                                             “it all arises as a piece

inseparable from you”

without eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body or mind

dataless, the invisible becomes visible, no matter

how hard you look, listen, smell, speak, search or think

                                                                 You’ll never find
                                You’ll never find
You’ll never find

what                                                    you’re looking for

except here and now

dataless, timeless

without comparison

silently singing

much love,

Con/Jur/d, 3/21/2024

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