compassion, collaboration & cooperation iN transistion
a boy coming to terms with BEING an alien on the planet to which he had
Vision without action is just a dream. Action without vision
to personally experience a simulation of the reality such that we would be
unable to tell the difference between the simulation and the reality. My vision,
at that time, identified more with the "brown-stone" buildings of New York
painted by George Orwell. Later in life when questioned as to my thoughts
on "the simulation of the reality " and of a possible definition thereof - I
often retorted that, by use of the ‘ideal system', "one would be able to jump
off the white cliffs of Dover and walk away after the experience, without
a scratch, but being a completely different person as a result of the
experience." They all replied, as do some today, that I was in need of a
reality has always been dependent on a willingness to search for all the
component parts, to communicate and collaborate with the multitude of
people destined to provide the component parts and then to "glue" the
whole together into a cohesive and meaningful solution. A solution which
addresses the very real issues with which we are all faced in our daily lives.
We should not be trying to make institutions work faster, but to help people to discover imaginative new ways to communicate and work together better. We need to encourage our global society to be able to turn information into knowledge... knowledge into ideas... and ideas into sharing wealth"; the real key to understanding, all things, IS within ourselves.
Once we understand ourselves we must then encourage others
to seek a similar level of understanding as a result of ...
... in order that a new model & method of wealth creation, mutually beneficial to all, can be established, in accordance with Bucky's understanding that everyone of our species is already a billionaire.
In the summer of 1952 my mother was push-chairing me around
Parliament Hill Fields - an open-space park to the north of the Archway.
I nagged her something silly - when passing an ice-cream vendor - for a
pineapple ice-lolliepop. Rationing was still in effect following the end of
World War II - but eventually she gave way and bought one for me. To this
day I remember the flavour as being quite foul tasting and never had
occassion to taste the real thing for many years after. When I eventually did
taste fresh pineapple for the first time - I found it absolutely delicious and
continue to do so. The very first memory of a story being told to me, was
that which my mother exchanged, one morning in North London, as we
climbed hand in hand up Highgate Hill on our way to my nursery school,
shortly after my 4th birthday. That day was hot and I vividly remember
playing with toys in a sandpit in the playground and sleeping on a camping
bed, under shelter, to the side of the playground up against a wall. The
told the story, the cat alas, had still not being added to the memorial, and I
was left to only imagine what the cat might have looked like. For whatever
reason I used to have a recurring dream subsequently, which entailed me
taking a walk over tower bridge while the bridge was opening and not
being able to stop walking until I fee over the edge of the raised arm and
fell into the River Thames, began "floating-down" to the river bed, where I
always met the same talking goat !!!
The "Osmiroid 65" fountain pen was developed, chiefly for school children whose special needs for writing instruments had always been a matter of prime concern. A large range of nib units were made to suit right and left handed users and the several types of handwriting being taught, particular attention being paid to the Italic style."
... & so it was as a reward of merit that I received an "Osmiroid 65" fountain pen and the nuns at my primary school in the Archway, London, taught me to write in LEFT-handed italichandwriting - to the point where others took over to prepare me for my 11plus exam that gave me entrance to The Grammar School. Among other things, that exam required me to demonstrate my prowess in english reading as well as writing … unfortunately by that time I had never read a book of fiction.
I was encouraged to read The Swiss Family Robinson & I used the formula of that book as a template to write my 11 plus english essay exam - in the context that Heathrow airport was an “island” and that in consideration of the fact that - no man was an island - this self contained island was in fact THE stepping stone to the world.
Carl Jung developed his own distinctive approach to the study of the human mind - which fact I became aware of whilst studying for my GCE 'O' & 'A' levels at Borehamwood Grammar School in Hertfordshire, England. My perspective of Jung's views was established in juxtoposition to those of William L. Shirer - the journalist and historian who was hired by Ed Murrow and with him became the progenitors of broadcast journalism - as a result of reading his book - The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich - in the library during free periods. I had a lot of them because I studied Physics, Maths Pure & Maths Applied whilst regarding them ALL as one subject and doing Art on the side so to speak, whilst on occasion, making visits to The Design Centre in London, Rolls Royce Aerospace in Derby and de Havilland in Hatfield.
It was during the building of a model of a Vickers Wellington, as a teenager,
which first introduced me to the geodesic method of construction and I
suppose that's where the seed of and idea was planted for the eventual
creation of my 3 DIMENSIONAL MODEL. That seed was then nurtured
Vitruvian Man with Le Corbusier's MODULOR concept, whilst studying Art
at A Level GCE; and further refined by a mathematical understanding of the
representations of EINSTEIN's space/time/quantum theories; as a result my
allotment, where he grew sunflowers, which he had presumably first
experienced during the war in Italy, where he had already struck up friendships
with those who were to be the harbingers of plastic injection moulding for the
manufacture of classics such as the PANTON CHAIR.
"Just as the sun is at the centre of our solar system, so too must the mind of wisdom be the centre of our diverse personalities. If our minds are strong, then the various parts of our lives will be held firmly to their proper courses, and there will be no chance of deviation."
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