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	<title>Empty Monkey (Dot Com) - The real-time story of how the book is written</title>
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	<description>The real-time story of how the book is written</description>
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		<title>Post creation myth</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:25:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Post Creation myth.
After the ‘big bang’, millions of years ago, what some people call ‘soul’ or ‘spirit’ began to get together, to coalesce. This came about because people&#8217;s brains had grown bigger than the other animals, and all the memories they had contained were attracted to each other, rather like moisture likes to form clouds. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Post Creation myth.<br />
After the ‘big bang’, millions of years ago, what some people call ‘soul’ or ‘spirit’ began to get together, to coalesce. This came about because people&#8217;s brains had grown bigger than the other animals, and all the memories they had contained were attracted to each other, rather like moisture likes to form clouds. Because the memories were only information, this happened in another dimension, one that theoretical physicists explore. So we could call it the &#8216;information dimension, or &#8216;Id&#8217; for short.</p>
<p>Several millennium later, (what we would call an eternity), all these &#8216;information memories&#8217; became extremely bored. As you can imagine - they couldn&#8217;t actually do anything - it was like being trapped in a cinema forever, and they couldn&#8217;t even eat popcorn! <a href="http://www.emptymonkey.com/2008/02/07/post-creation-myth/#more-40" class="more-link">(more&#8230;)</a></p>
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		<title>Problems</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:24:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Buddhist saying– If someone tells you a lie, you are also responsible
Society functions on the basis of trust. Soldiers fight because they trust their commanding officers, and sometimes the cause they&#8217;re fighting for.
Commercial empires are built on brand loyalty, customers remain loyal until either they are wooed away by a rival, or they lose their [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Buddhist saying– If someone tells you a lie, you are also responsible</p>
<p>Society functions on the basis of trust. Soldiers fight because they trust their commanding officers, and sometimes the cause they&#8217;re fighting for.</p>
<p>Commercial empires are built on brand loyalty, customers remain loyal until either they are wooed away by a rival, or they lose their trust in the brand.</p>
<p>During an interview situation, the interviewer obtains information because there is a two-way situation of trust. The interviewer has to believe the interviewee (or at least make the interviewee believe that the interviewer believes him or her).</p>
<p>Unfortunately compulsive liars and some forms of schizophrenics are very skilled at making an interviewer believe a pack of lies.</p>
<p>The question is this, what is the best technique for finding out the truth?</p>
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		<title>Strawberries and Onions</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:24:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Late one evening, my son, noticing that I was a little under the weather, offered me a cup of hot chocolate. It was not what it appeared to be.
The drink in question was quite disgusting, due to the similarity between chocolate powder and gravy powder. An easy mistake when the ingredients are kept in unmarked [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Late one evening, my son, noticing that I was a little under the weather, offered me a cup of hot chocolate. It was not what it appeared to be.</p>
<p>The drink in question was quite disgusting, due to the similarity between chocolate powder and gravy powder. An easy mistake when the ingredients are kept in unmarked jars.</p>
<p>This made me think about the nature of expectation, and how appearances can be deceptive. <a href="http://www.emptymonkey.com/2008/02/07/strawberries-and-onions/#more-38" class="more-link">(more&#8230;)</a></p>
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		<title>Thought Processes p3</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:23:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you are with someone, your attention is focused on them and everyone else you know takes a back seat in your mind. The same thing happens with places. It is almost as if everywhere else doesn&#8217;t really exist until you get there. This is what it is like for an animal, and it is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When you are with someone, your attention is focused on them and everyone else you know takes a back seat in your mind. The same thing happens with places. It is almost as if everywhere else doesn&#8217;t really exist until you get there. This is what it is like for an animal, and it is only our intellect that tells us that other places and people continue in our absence. The problem arises when we do things and make decisions with people in one place that are incompatible with other people in another place.</p>
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		<title>Thoughts are things</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:22:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once brought into being, they can be used or discarded; they never disappear, although they may be hidden.
There are appropriate thoughts and inappropriate ones.
Much humour is derived from inappropriate ones, but to act on them is often a mistake.
The truth is we all have inappropriate thoughts and desires; this is where thinking about thoughts is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once brought into being, they can be used or discarded; they never disappear, although they may be hidden.<br />
There are appropriate thoughts and inappropriate ones.<br />
Much humour is derived from inappropriate ones, but to act on them is often a mistake.<br />
The truth is we all have inappropriate thoughts and desires; this is where thinking about thoughts is important.<br />
Deciding what to think about is a luxury denied to many. Children are given things to do and to exercise their brains on. An excess of information, entertainment and activities robs us of the time required to develop this facility.<br />
This is where I believe the problem arises.<br />
Without the mental rigour acquired from practice, thinking about thoughts is replaced by acting or speaking them.<br />
Just as listening to others is a prerequisite of conversation, so listening to our thoughts is a prerequisite of logical reasoning.</p>
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		<title>Hans</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:19:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To someone who&#8217;s past forty-nine
There will be those who say
&#8220;That&#8217;s not a dignified thing to do&#8221;
So take a little tip of mine
Go and do it anyway
And be the youthful you
Written for Hans 50th birthday
For his birthday book
Requested by Jolanda and Lupe&#8217;
03 January 2006
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To someone who&#8217;s past forty-nine<br />
There will be those who say<br />
&#8220;That&#8217;s not a dignified thing to do&#8221;</p>
<p>So take a little tip of mine<br />
Go and do it anyway<br />
And be the youthful you</p>
<p>Written for Hans 50th birthday<br />
For his birthday book<br />
Requested by Jolanda and Lupe&#8217;<br />
03 January 2006</p>
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		<title>A question of balance</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:17:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There seems to be something marvellous
In keeping a memory alive
The comfort of happy remembrance
Is something that helps me survive
And if bye the way
At the end of the day
Does it matter if I don’t arrive?
Because if there is nobody waiting
And I can just do as I please
There is nothing to keep me from dwelling
On thoughts that [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There seems to be something marvellous<br />
In keeping a memory alive<br />
The comfort of happy remembrance<br />
Is something that helps me survive<br />
And if bye the way<br />
At the end of the day<br />
Does it matter if I don’t arrive?</p>
<p>Because if there is nobody waiting<br />
And I can just do as I please<br />
There is nothing to keep me from dwelling<br />
On thoughts that can put me at ease<br />
But the problem is this<br />
Short lived is the bliss<br />
If my spirit begins to freeze. <a href="http://www.emptymonkey.com/2008/02/07/a-question-of-balance/#more-35" class="more-link">(more&#8230;)</a></p>
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		<title>After Before</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:16:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[After you’d gone
Before wits coalesced
As realisation
Coldly reassessed
Words almost unheard
A warm recollection
Assailed my mind
Through opaque vision
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After you’d gone<br />
Before wits coalesced<br />
As realisation<br />
Coldly reassessed</p>
<p>Words almost unheard<br />
A warm recollection<br />
Assailed my mind<br />
Through opaque vision <a href="http://www.emptymonkey.com/2008/02/07/after-before/#more-34" class="more-link">(more&#8230;)</a></p>
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		<title>Birthday Twice</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:16:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Birthdays come but once a year
They are a fact of life, it’s clear
But if at Christmas, they appear
They must come twice for one who’s dear.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Birthdays come but once a year<br />
They are a fact of life, it’s clear<br />
But if at Christmas, they appear<br />
They must come twice for one who’s dear.</p>
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		<title>Burning Books</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:16:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Night makes loud the sound of rain
Drowns the whistling in his ear
Trembling hand at window pane
Clears droplets so that he can peer
Upon the empty glistening lane
Willing the doctor to appear.
Dampness permeates the air
Emptiness he cannot feel
Thoughts are replaced with despair
Begins to doubt if this is real
Too fatigued to shift his stare
From what the night conspires [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Night makes loud the sound of rain<br />
Drowns the whistling in his ear<br />
Trembling hand at window pane<br />
Clears droplets so that he can peer<br />
Upon the empty glistening lane<br />
Willing the doctor to appear.</p>
<p>Dampness permeates the air<br />
Emptiness he cannot feel<br />
Thoughts are replaced with despair<br />
Begins to doubt if this is real<br />
Too fatigued to shift his stare<br />
From what the night conspires to steal <a href="http://www.emptymonkey.com/2008/02/07/burning-books/#more-32" class="more-link">(more&#8230;)</a></p>
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