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WOW Jamie!
You really ARE full of all sorts of delightful and very interesting surprises!!!!
Thank you for the details and links --- I too am fascinated by this and you can bet I'll be cruising around and reading :) :)
The only reason that I have bothered to speak to you, Ms. Olivia, regarding the matters that I therein spoke to you about is because you were nice to me, and seemed to be interested in what I might have to say.
Niceness and interest goes a long way with me. You see, I try to complement everyone on their effort. I might not be into their particular thing, but I try to in some way show them that they matter. That they are important.
So in being doubly-nice to me in your secondary response, I think that it is alright that I tell you other things.
I wonder very deeply about Edgar Allan Poe. I cannot get it off my mind that he is a very strange person. Really, a person that ought not to exist. Yet he did, apparently.
Some people have even imagined that Mr. Poe was an extraterrestrial visitor to our planet! So very strange and knowledgeable was he.
Yet I have the horrific knowledge to know the truth regarding this!
Poe's strangeness came from his knowledge. Poe was stricken with this ailment since his birth--nay, even before!
For Poe had that great and grand curse in this life of intelligence. It is a hard thing to be stricken with. To see what is not seen, to hear what is not heard, to know the unknowable.
A curse! A pox! Yet, perhaps not.
How so?!
This:
Love.
And that completes the infinite loop.
And that is wisdom. To know, yet to forgive.
Forgiveness completes the loop.
Poe wrote horror stories because Poe knew mankind's actual nature, though he knew none of them would admit it. They couldn't bring themselves to do so. For they themselves did not know just how horrible they are.
Yet Poe had no doubt as to mankind's actual nature. His stories play-off this, enticing the unknowing into moral worlds of friend or foe. Reverberations across the cranium they dance and spin, his tales.
Moral tales, Poe was very into. The moral of the story was often present.
Yet this still solves nothing that I so much request, as I am looking to solve the mystery of how Poe knows. I seek to hold the living cranium of Poe, breaking it apart to stare deeply into the gray-matter of the issue.
Now I know. All is solved.
Poe himself states that he was stricken by some implacable intuition. Well, that's all great and grand for him, but it doesn't actually tell us his method.
I leave off from here, just as Poe did.
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Sometimes people are just created for a purpose, and must know some things. To advance the human project.
Sucks to be you, I guess. Do you think Poe lived a quite happy life having all the deep knowledge of existence that he did? Knowing physics before it was actually formulated? Knowing the Omega Point cosmology?
Well, I can answer that question. Poe had a horrible life, but a life of deep love and concern. Poe lost love, but Poe never lost love. Horror was a feature in Poe's life--as it is with all mortals--yet Poe knew that it had to be that way. In knowing what us moderns nowadays call the Omega Point cosmology, Poe accepted his pains and losses in life, knowing that in the end he had a much brighter future.
Poe became the All. Because the All became Poe. Because Poe had to proclaim the All.
So that the All could lead to Pierre Teilhard de Chardin. So that Teilhard could lead to Frank J. Tipler. So that Tipler could lead to ...
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And the real horror-mystery here is that for some very strange reason, I have inexplicably felt a deep connection with Poe since my first meetings of him via his writings. If you look closely enough, you will see me pay homage to him in my first formal article "Jesus Is an Anarchist" (published 2001), wherein I also intentionally pay homage to Rudy Ratzinger of the music band :Wumpscut: (listen to his epic Embryodead album: it is musical horror!).
Yet I also payed the same homage to Poe in my 2011 "Physics of God" article. I wrote that before I even knew of Poe's Eureka: A Prose Poem (New York: Geo. P. Putnam, 1848;
https://archive.org/details/eurekaprosepoem00poeerich ) proclaiming the Omega Point cosmology!
How amazing is that?! Why did I always feel this connection with Poe, even before I knew that we actually had a connection? Poe had proclaimed the Omega Point cosmology even before it had a name! Then I used standard modern physics to explain it, while giving an homage to Poe in the article, not even knowing that Poe had been there and done that! Ha!
So in some strange way, Poe has been a ghost that has haunted me throughout my life--even long before I wrote my first formal article. Not in any bad way, but in a very good way, indeed! If any haunting should occur, then this would be the best form of it!
But why, then? Why these mysterious connections? What do they all mean?
I guess, see above. Out of existential necessity, is my best answer.
Yet, I still wonder.
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Taking off, I'll leave everyone with this most extraordinary of poems, from Lord George Gordon Noel Byron (1788-1824), Don Juan, Canto XIV, Stanza 101:
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'T is strange,--but true; for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction; if it could be told,
How much would novels gain by the exchange!
How differently the world would men behold!
How oft would vice and virtue places change!
The new world would be nothing to the old,
If some Columbus of the moral seas
Would show mankind their souls' antipodes.
What 'antres vast and deserts idle' then
Would be discover'd in the human soul!
What icebergs in the hearts of mighty men,
With self-love in the centre as their pole!
What Anthropophagi are nine of ten
Of those who hold the kingdoms in control
Were things but only call'd by their right name,
Caesar himself would be ashamed of fame.
""
If one takes the time to actually look up carefully every word that Lord Byron says in this most magnificent yet utterly horrific of poems, then one has to wonder what it is that Lord Byron knew about the esoteric goings-on of the political establishment in his own day. Too strange? Too horrific? Well, Lord Byron provides the corrective that it could be too strange in the very poem in sight.
So perhaps that's the real secret. Byron poemed horror. Poe wrote horror. And I write real horror. Perhaps it's just the willingness to see the actual horror of mortal life. The willingness to look, to see, and the attempt to understand, however horrible that project can be at times.