Of course he reads it beautifully – few things in my life have inspired me more than the last paragraph of the Origin of Species by Darwin.
I came across that lasf paragraph when I was 11 and it was the most extraordinary discovery of my childhood. Just to come upon that last paragraph.
But what is fascinating to my work is that the piece that Attenborough reads is from the second edition onward he changed the original edit. In his first edition there was no word for Creator.
He left it out. Fear crept into his mind and he reprinted it ever after with the phrase “the creator in it.” When you understand an aspect of Tesla’s work – that seemingly innocuous edit / by Darwin, it doesn’t seem like much. But that I saw into why he was right in the first edition (where he omitted the word creator).
Why it’s so interesting is because Darwin was from England. The country of Angles.
And what is again connected is that the society that flourished under Parmenides…
The single known work of Parmenides is a poem, On Nature, which has survived only in fragmentary form. In this poem, Parmenides describes two views of reality. In “the way of truth”, he explains how reality is one, change is impossible, and existence is timeless, uniform, necessary, and unchanging.
And Darwin in his first edition he wrote:
The most controversial part was that the last sentence of the summary of his piece, which did not include such a creator anywhere:
“There is grandeur in this view of life… whilst this planet has gone cycling…from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.”
Instead of their being a creator everything is part of an angled symmetry that stores, no not just stores, but supports, when we actively get out of the way – an incredible path – this is actually Parmenides greatest line
“The mares that carry me as far as longing can reach rode on, once they had come and fetched me onto the legendary road of divinity that carries the man who knows through the vast and dark unknown.”
And when married with Darwin
““from so simple a beginning endless,
whilst this planet has gone cycling, forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.”
There is grandeur in this view of life…
For here the mares that pull us are the driving engines of our longing. A get the managment of that right abscess
The mares hat carry me as far as longing can reach rode on, once they had come and fetched me onto the legendary road of divinity that carries the man who knows through the vast and dark unknown.”
There is within the mind of the mind a hidden intelligence.
Darwin is right.
Parmenides is right
They are not exclusive.
But the creative imagination- that is what informs the mind the mind / and done right,as Parmenides explained it – it creates abundant ecosystems, economies and peace on earth. When man drops the trauma and the victimhood – and penetrates the soil of understanding, then he can navigate reality confident about his expectations as he is raising no opposition to the status quo.
The key difference is that Darwin took it from being about creative gods (noun) isn’t so important as the creative process. You incubate the mind and you gift it a sense of purpose by how you interact with it and we are it and we change it by ourselves transforming. Parmenides essentially intimates with the first line of his poem the agency called a non resistant mind. Assistant versus resistant.
The acorn of a better understanding is an assistant in the growth of the evolution of our epigenetics – meaning when we trust in a better evolved conscious set of steps for our structuring of priorities then the shifts toward the non reactive self reliance of thriving self sufficient is cultivated. I have found that there is a sort of symphony.
In his splendid essay called “On an Apparent Intention in the Fate of the Individual,” Schopenhauer points out that when you reach an advanced age and look back over your lifetime, it can seem to have had a consistent order and plan, as though composed by some novelist. Events that when they occurred had seemed accidental and of little moment turn out to have been indispensable factors in the composition of a consistent plot. So who composed that plot? Schopenhauer suggests that just as your dreams are composed by an aspect of yourself of which your consciousness is unaware, so, too, your whole life is composed by the will within you. And just as people whom you will have met apparently by mere chance became leading agents in the structuring of your life, so, too, will you have served unknowingly as an agent, giving meaning to the lives of others. The whole thing gears together like one big symphony, with everything unconsciously structuring everything else. And Schopenhauer concludes that it is as though our lives were the features of the one great dream of a single dreamer in which all the dream characters dream, too; so that everything links to everything else, moved by the one will to life which is the universal will in nature.
from Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth
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