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Something appropriate about the fragementary nature of the Heraclitus that we have received.
Interesting metaphor of I Ching and other divination methods let you see the flow of time and experience by interfering with it, like a stick in a clear-running stream.
I think the fragment they identify as 41 is 120 in Davenport:
Wisdom is whole: the knowledge of how things are plotted in their courses by all other things.
As above, so below. Philosophy as a new category, only in the modern era have we drawn these boundaries between religion and spirituality and philosophy and science.
Freud as dark metaphor, well sure...depths of soul vs cold rationality. Yeah yeah yeah. Cites Mark Johnson "Meaning of the Body" isn't that the same one who did the metaphor book with Lakoff? Yes I agree completely that abstract thought is grounded in the body ... although might disagree on implications of that.
Deleuze, Spinoza ("we do not know what a body is capable of" – ooh yeah). Then they start talking about "astral bodies" which is not the same thing (AFAIK).
Frag 9: Asses would rather have straw than gold.
14: Night-walked, magians, priests of bacchus...
Towards the end, some stuff on the reality of dreams and the dreamworld (citing Sandman). Yes that is the interesting question. Not so much as to whether the dream world "exists", it obviously does in some abstract way, in that we can refer to it as well as visit it. More, "what is the nature of this world's being and how does that relate to the mundane variety of being?"
I must say it somehow grates on me whenever the hosts play heroic-defenders-of-the-imaginal-against-all-those-squares. Possibly because I'm one the squares, but I don't think that's quite it.
Oh yeah, PF narrated a dream he had, where a bookstore he used to visit had changed character – previously a vast, dilapadated, utilitarian warehouse was now a trendy boutique, much "nicer" but the books themselves had largely vanished.
For some reason the meaning of this was mysterious to them, but it seems crashingly obvious: he's worried that his new-found fame and success has ruined the very things he loved that brought him to this level.