Finally Wrecked, Happy I Did

2021.10.17 14:46 SeanConneryAgain Finally Wrecked, Happy I Did

Was doing a bike challenge event on a local mountain that I’ve climbed a lot. Was starting to get fatigued and it was my first cycling event and came down too fast into a tight turn and had to hit the breaks and went down sliding to avoid the guard rail.
Fortunately managed to drop the initial speed enough and fell on the cheaper side of the bike.
Managed to get out with only minor road rash and ruined pair of shorts and socks. Bike only took a minor scraping.
I was really fortunate to get a good learning experience from this with out seriously harming myself or my bike.
Had the bike checked over at the event mechanic but also have a prescheduled maintenance appointment tomorrow anyways.
I’ve been cycling for over a year now and still making some rookie mistakes. I’ll be more cautious moving forward, but im glad I crashed because I’ve been so afraid of doing so and this helped me better accept that it’s gonna happen eventually.
Be safe and have fun out there!
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2021.10.17 14:46 woohhaa I put some speed laces on my broken in Hoka Carbon X running shoes. After my first 4 mile run I had some awful marks on the top of my feet (see pic) that I’m afraid would cause issues at longer distances. Anyone else have problems like that with speed laces? If so were you able to fix it and how?

I put some speed laces on my broken in Hoka Carbon X running shoes. After my first 4 mile run I had some awful marks on the top of my feet (see pic) that I’m afraid would cause issues at longer distances. Anyone else have problems like that with speed laces? If so were you able to fix it and how? submitted by woohhaa to triathlon [link] [comments]

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2021.10.17 14:46 yourstrulyll Job advice?

I just moved to a new state in the summer to be with my boyfriend. I got a job as a school bus driver and love it. Because I am new to the area it took me a while to learn the route but I am now confident and comfortable. on Thursday I was told that someone quit and that they had no one for the position. By chance this girl (who I thought was retired, apparently was on a long leave for a surgery) was recovering faster then expected and would like to come back but wants he old route back. My boss told her of course and it happened to be my route. I told him I didn't want to change routes but he pretty much gave me no choice. I'm very upset and I'm not sure if there's anything I can do about it. Am I wrong to be upset?
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2021.10.17 14:46 roshamns Conflicting information about interest rates. Seeking for clarification.

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2021.10.17 14:46 Rector418 Commenting on Jung's Red Book, Liber Secundus; Chapter Nine: Second Day

GnosticChurchofLVX•Posted byu/Rector4182 minutes ago
No dream gave me the saving word. Izdubar lay silent and stiff all night, until daybreak. I paced the mountain ridge, pondering, and looked back to my Western lands, where there is so much knowledge and so much possibility of help. I love Izdubar, and I do not want him to wither away miserably: But where should help come from? No one will travel the hot-cold path. And I? I am afraid to return to that path. And in the East? Was there possibly help there? But what about the unknown dangers that loomed there? I do not want to go blind. What use would that be to Izdubar? I cannot carry this lamed one as a blind man either. Yes, if I were powerful like Izdubar. What use is science here?
Toward evening I went up to Izdubar and spoke to him: "Izdubar, my prince, listen! I will not let you decline. The second evening is falling. We have no food and we are bound to die if I cannot find help. We cannot expect any help from the West, but help is possible from the East. Did you meet anyone on your way whom we could call on for help?"
Iz: "Let it be, may death come when it will." I: "My heart bleeds at the thought of leaving you here without having done the upmost to help you." Iz: "What help is your magical power to you? If you were strong, as I am, you could carry me. But your poison can only destroy and not help." I: "If we were in my land, swift wagons could bring us help." Iz: "If we were in my land, your poisoned barb would not have reached me." 1: "Tell me, do you know of no help from the side of the East?" Iz: "The way there is long and lonely, and when you reach the plains after crossing the mountains, you will meet the powerful sun which will blind you." I: "But what if I wandered by night and if I sheltered from the sun during the day?" Iz: "In the night all the serpents and dragons crawl out of their holes and you, unarmed, will inevitably fall victim to them. Let it be! How would this help? My legs have withered and are numb. I prefer not to bring home the booty of this journey:" I: "Should I not risk everything?" Iz: "Useless! Nothing is gained if you die." I: "Let me think it over a bit, perhaps a saving thought will yet come to me."
I withdraw and sit down on a rock high above on the ridge of the mountain. And this speech began in me: Great Izdubar, you are in a hopeless position-and I no less. What can be done? It is not always necessary to act; sometimes thinking is better. I am basically convinced that Izdubar is hardly real in the ordinary sense, but is a fantasy: It would help if the situation were considered from another angle ... considered ... considered ... it is remarkable that even here, thoughts echo; one must be quite alone. But this will hardly last. He will of course not accept that he is a fantasy, but instead claim that he is completely real and that he can only be helped in a real way: nevertheless, it would be worth trying this means once. I will appeal to him:
[pj-note: A fantasy inside a fantasy, or as Edgar Allan Poe might say, ‘a dream within a dream,’ that details the transience of life with the loss of love and hope. The parallels here are uncanny.]
A Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
I: "My prince, Powerful One, listen: a thought came to me that might save us. I think that you are not at all real, but only a fantasy."Iz: "I am terrified by this thought. It is murderous. Do you even mean to declare me unreal / -now that you have lamed me so pitifully? I: "Perhaps I have not made myself clear enough, and have spoken too much in the language of the Western lands. I do not mean to say that you are not real at all, of course, but only as real as a fantasy: If you could accept this, much would be gained." Iz: "What would be gained by this? You are a tormenting devil." I: "Pitiful one, I will not torment you. The hand of the doctor does not seek to torment even if it causes grief. Can you really not accept that you are a fantasy?" Iz: "Woe betide me! In what magic do you want to entangle me? Should it help me if I take myself for a fantasy?" I: "You know that the name one bears means a lot. You also know that one often gives the sick new names to heal them, for with the new name, they come by a new essence. Your name is your essence." Iz: "You are right, our priests also say this." 1: "So are you prepared to admit that you are a fantasy?" Iz: "If it helps-yes."
The inner voice now spoke to me as follows: while admittedly he is a fantasy now, the situation remains extremely complex. A fantasy cannot be simply negated and treated with resignation either. It calls for action. Anyway, he is a fantasy-and thus considerably more volatile- I think I can see a way forward: I can take him on my back for now. I went to Izdubar and said to him: “A way has been found. You have become light, lighter than a feather. Now I can carry you." I put my arms round him and lift him up from the ground; he is lighter than air, and I struggle to keep my feet on the ground since my load lifts me up into the air.
Iz: "That was a masterstroke. Where are you carrying me?" I: "I am going to carry you down into the Western land. My comrades will happily accommodate such a large fantasy: Once we have crossed the mountains and have reached the houses of hospitable men, I can calmly go about finding a means to restore you completely again."
Carrying him on my back, I climb down the small rock path with great care, more in danger of being whirled aloft by the wind than of losing balance because of my load and plunging down the mountainside. I hang on to my all too lightweight load. Finally, we reach the bottom of the valley and the way of the hot and cold pain. But this time I am blown by a whistling East wind down through the narrow rocks and across the fields toward inhabited places, making no contact with the painful way: Spurred on, I hasten through beautiful lands. I see two people ahead of me: Ammonius and the Red One. When we are right behind them, they turn round and run off into the fields with horrified cries. I must have proved a strange sight indeed.
Iz: "Who are these misshapen ones? Are these your comrades?" I: "These are not men; they are so-called relics of the past which one still often encounters in the Western lands. They used very important. They're now used mostly as shepherds."
[pj-note: Amidst this fantasy, Jung has shed his superstition; that Ammonius and the Red One are now reduced to relics; yet interestingly, on a par with Izdubar the giant. This at least is in scale, but the essential difference is that Jung loves the giant; a pagan relic that he is rehabilitating and seeking to bring to the West for its edification. The giant had been stuck in the land ‘in-between’—neither here nor there, and now in a state of rescue.]
Iz: "What a wondrous country! But look, isn't that a town? Don't you want to go there?" I: "No, God forbid. I don't want a crowd to gather, since the enlightened live there. Can't you smell them? They're actually dangerous, since they cook the strongest poisons from which, even I must protect myself. The people there are totally paralyzed, wrapped in a brown poisonous vapor and can only move with artificial means. / But you need not worry. Night has almost fallen and no one will see us. Moreover, no one would admit to having seen me. I know an out of the way house here. I have close friends there who will take us in for the night."
Izdubar and I come to a quiet dark garden and a secluded house. I hide Izdubar under the drooping branches of a tree, go up to the door of the house, and knock. I ponder the door: it is much too small. I will never be able to get Izdubar through it.
Yet-a fantasy takes up no space! Why did this excellent thought not occur to me earlier? I return to the garden and with no difficulty squeeze Izdubar into the size of an egg and put him in my pocket. Then I walk into the welcoming house where Izdubar should find healing.
[2] Thus my God found salvation. He was saved precisely by what one would actually consider fatal, namely by declaring him a figment of the imagination. How often has it been assumed that the Gods have been brought to their end in this way: This was obviously a serious mistake, since this was precisely what saved the God. He did not pass away, but became a living fantasy, whose workings I could feel on my own body: my inherent heaviness faded and the hot and cold way of pain no longer burned and froze my soles. The weight no longer kept me pressed to the ground, but instead the wind carried me lightly like a feather, while I carried the giant.
One used to believe that one could murder a God. But the God was saved, he forged a new axe in the fire, and plunged again into the flood of light of the East to resume his ancient cycle. But we clever men crept around lamed and poisoned, and did not even know that we lacked something. But I loved my God, and took him to the house of men, since I was convinced that he also really lived as a fantasy, and should therefore not be left behind, wounded and sick. And hence I experienced the miracle of my body losing its heaviness when I burdened myself with the God.
St. Christopher, the giant, bore his burden with difficulty, despite the fact that he bore only the Christ child. But I was as small as a child and bore a giant, and yet my burden lifted me up. The Christ child became an easy burden for the giant Christopher, since Christ himself said, "My yoke is sweet, and my burden is light." We should not bear Christ as he is unbearable, but we should be Christs, for then our yoke is sweet and our burden easy: This tangible and apparent world is one reality, but fantasy is the other reality: So long as we leave the God outside us apparent and tangible, he is unbearable and hopeless. But if we turn the God into fantasy, he is in us and is easy to bear. The God outside us increases the weight of everything heavy, while the God within us lightens everything heavy: Hence all Christophers have stooped backs and short breath, since the world is heavy:
[pj-note: The god as a fantasy is a mythological construct that should be taken and understood in connotative fashion. If one takes this god in denotative and literal fashion, of course the god becomes too heavy. In this way, and especially in the case of the Christian god (Jesus) and his mother, there is too much for a man; to risk horrid emasculation for the benefit of others, or for a woman; to remain a virgin and never really attain to a full and complete womanhood.]
Many have wanted to get help for their sick God and were then devoured by the serpents and dragons lurking on the way to the land of the sun. They perished in the overbright day and have become dark men, since their eyes have been blinded. Now they go around like shadows and speak of the light but see little. But their God is in everything that they do not see: He is in the dark Western lands and he sharpens seeing eyes and he assists those cooking the poison and he guides serpents to the heels of the blind perpetrators. Therefore, if you are clever, take the God with you, then you know where he is. If you do not have him with you in the Western lands, he will come running to you at night with clanking armor and a crushing battle axe. If you do not have him with you in the land of the dawn, then you will step unawares on the divine worm who awaits your unsuspecting heel. /
[pj-note: One of the ways that superstition invades an aging culture is that people forget the reasons for their rituals and the true nature of their gods. Their fantasies of what ‘should be’ replace what ‘actually is,’ and their reason abandons them for a blinding horror. Like the vampire, they fear the sun and “go around like shadows.” These are the dupes of the Black School of Magick; the priests and blue bloods that rule over the tides of humanity, and control the lands about them for a time.]
You gain everything from the God whom you bear, but not his weapon, since he crushed it. He who conquers needs weapons. But what else do you want to conquer? You cannot conquer more than the earth. And what is the earth? It is round allover and hangs like a drop in the cosmos. You will not reach the sun, and your power will not even extend to the barren moon; you will conquer neither the sea, nor the snow on the poles, nor the sands of the desert, but only a few spots on the green earth. You will not conquer anything for any length of time. Your power will turn into dust tomorrow, for above all-at the very least, you must conquer death. So do not be a fool, throw down your weapon. God himself smashed his weapon. Armor is enough to protect you from fools who still suffer from the need to conquer. God's armor will make you invulnerable and invisible to the worst fools.
Take your God with you. Bear him down to your dark land where people live who rub their eyes each morning and yet always see only the same thing and never anything else. Bring your God down to the haze pregnant with poison, but not like those blinded ones who try to illuminate the darkness with lanterns which it does not comprehend. Instead, secretly carry your God to a hospitable roof. The huts of men are small and they cannot welcome the
God despite their hospitality and willingness. Hence do not wait until rawly bungling hands of men hack your God to pieces, but embrace him again, lovingly, until he has taken on the form of his first beginning. Let no human eye see. the much loved, terribly splendid one in the state of his illness and lack of power. Consider that your fellow men are animals without knowing it. So long as they go to pasture, or lie in the sun, or suckle their young, or mate with each other, they are beautiful and harmless creatures of dark Mother Earth. But if the God appears, they begin to rave, since the nearness of God makes people rave. They tremble with fear and fury and suddenly attack one another in fratricidal struggles, since one senses the approaching God in the other. So, conceal the God that you have taken with you. Let them rave and maul each other. Your voice is too weak for those raging to be able to hear.
Thus, do not speak and do not show the God, but sit in a solitary place and sing incantations in the ancient manner:
Set the egg before you, the God in his beginning. And behold it. And incubate it with the magical warmth of your gaze.
[pj-note: The symbol of the Orphic Egg is depicted as an egg with a serpent wound about it. It represents the soul of the philosopher. This and the previous chapter seem to be an elaboration of this on one level.]
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