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Mission Statement as Prose

The Muses are invoked, amongst other reasons, in order to explicitly declare that we are not claiming to express any paradigm-associated epoch-oriented and sometimes controversial matters of facts of science or an ideology or for that matter some kind of ism at this site.

The Muses are even now the sponsors, the driving force and the essence behind the quite often rationalized mission-statements _ as ever and always sung in tune with the times _ of the humans, which do not always reveal the complete truth, even when they may be explicitly declared as 100% commercial! The fact is that we still know almost nothing about the workings of our brains and the almost infinitely complex cerebral and socio-ethno-psychological organizing principles involved in our simple day-to-day banal motivations. There is hardly much known, beyond the half-understood social consens of an elite (academic, political or religious) or of the majority in democratic societies, which needs for its existence and propagation the consistent use of force to keep the status quo or to suppress anything that poses danger to this consens. We may therefore go so far as to say that any claims to the contrary are quite often subconscious works of these fascinating a priori beings, the Muses, the inspirations of all things creative.

Instead of wallowing in the controversial terminologies, we prefer to invoke the Muses, mainly because of their exalted, certainly very inspiring and in a way never disputed nature. Be it a Kekule’s Dream, Mendeleyev's periodic table and his predictions concerning the existence of elements missing in his tapestry, the laws of Newton _ allegedly revealed, while seeking clues to certain non-scientific religious phenomena, or be it the colors and flavors of the sub-sub-divisions of one-time thought as elementary particles or an endless array of more-than-humanly imaginable forms and manifestations of energy or whatever you would like to call it, there is always a still-elusive, direct-awareness-inaccessible organizing principle involved, in conceptualization and even verbalization of such phenomena, whose existence although affirmed by many schools of thought, including that of Freud and it's offshoots, which I must mention mainly because of his having given it some predominantly demonic attributes, has however not been given the same attention and voice nor the tribute, that it deserves, for understandable reasons. The great exceptions are Plato and and to some extent Kant, albeit in a manner more befitting the post-Newtonian European Geist. Of course many individuals would prefer to attribute their inspirations to their own hard work, their genius associated with their ego, etc. etc., rather than to mother Nature, whose ultimate creations they are. But then, most of the time it is an illusion or a secret that is kept within one's own universe, since it may bring one less advantages, entail no prestige for the ego and may moreover run against the current paradigm, invoking laughter from your peers! Modern Neurosciences seem to conclusively affirm this fact, all the so-called decisions of the seemingly deluded ego, enter the realm of the awareness a few seconds later after they have been made, as already accomplished facts! They needed a lot of instruments for that though!

Now you may ask, how do I know it? And that too without instruments? Quite simple, why would one shout: "Eureka!" _ if it was the work of the self-awareness? Of course poets, artists and even some great scientists and a few philosophers, have preferred to consider them to emanate from certain exalted divinities. In tune with such metaphors, we consider these divinities to be the unfailing and eternal source of all truly creative inspirations associated with art, prose, rhyme, political oratory, theoretical science, higher mathematics and even advertising, as well as the source of all those ubiquitous human rationalizations. The artist, the writer, producing only what his/her school teacher or the Professor is teaching, will never rise beyond the routine, unless he/she does not hit the jackpot of the Muses! No doubt though you can not enter this realm without some real honest effort, and that sure is the labour of the self-awareness of the individual. From Buddha's Enlightenment (apparently experienced as sudden lightening-like explosive birth), to Gandhi's varied more pragmatic enlightenments, concerning how he should respond to the demands of a current problem, to Archimedes Eureka, to Kekule's dream, all have entailed a laborious preliminary work and honest dedication. Looking around in our own times, we may often be confronted however with a fact, that some persons seem to have got it without effort! But there work is seldom socially as relevant, even if very lucrative, as those of the aforementioned pioneers and reformers. The social relevance is to certain extent proportional to one's efforts. It should be born in mind that the realm of the Muses is not a ticket to the realm of the Mammon, in fact they are to certain extent at war, even when one gets the impression that much of it has changed and the two realms are nearing each other. I am inclined to think that the big Labels today would still prefer Saliere to Mozart, were they alive, the latter may still have to play piano to earn his living and would probably be publishing his work under some small alternative label! And if Mozart did have great commercial success, maybe he would have ceased to produce masterworks or may have stopped composing altogether!

Therefore unlike certain other named it is mainly by assigning a name in everyday life or a term in human sciences or a symbol in mathematics and arts that a certain phenomenon or an entity is consolidated in a specifically human way, whereby the name or the term often becomes the thing in itself, a fact that Galileo Galilee was acutely aware of and would apparently gladly emphasize in his discourses. dead or disembodied entities, like the algebra of the Structuralists, the negative and positive affinities and the strings of the Physicists and the acetylcholine of the physiologists, they manifest themselves at this site as living. walking, talking and amusing beings with a very fertile imagination. Moreover they are blessed with a very great curiosity, as intense as that of a person observing Schrödinger’s cat, curiosity that by the way never killed them. And add to all that, they are infinitely creative, as evident in the work of those blessed with their support, like the great epic poets, writers, scientist, philosophers, religious scholars, bards and song writers and many more, who created the cosmic universes woven in words and symbols that have become our global heritage and whose greatest legacy is the power to bring humans together for greater and nobler causes, than those associated with myopic visions and instant personal gratifications. And least but not last, they are our beneficiaries, a fact that we should particularly appreciate and never ignore. In fact they were created amongst other reasons also for this one extremely important job: Problem Solving and Solution Seeking! For those moments of Eurekas!

Another thing that needs to be mentioned here is that, although this site claims to be meant mainly for amusement, the Muses may nevertheless indulge themselves sometimes into a mild social critic. This, I hope is not a cause for critic or an evidence of any contradiction in our mission statement but should reveal to the attentive reader the fact that the Muses care. The Muses were not created (more at: The Birth of the Muses ) merely for amusement but to imbue a special meaning to the otherwise dreary lives of the humans and they are certainly not indifferent toward mankind's future and destiny. In that sense we hope the occasional mild critic does not alter the essence of our basic ideological-, religious-, humanistic-, or even humbug-, if you please, slogan:
Muse Amuse Music.

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