a light bearing down from above.
water with light not love.
filled with sand and earth.
gushing from the cavern to search.
your body and lungs and all you are.
what you are made of.
your soul. your desires. your internal fires.
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Interjection, Part 2
And then he took …
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PART 2: Temple Square
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Let us just take a post and marvel at these…these are all insect eggs, mostly butterfly eggs like the one below…
What is my worth with no web application to birth?
Cook it down, on a slow simmer.
Until the idea glimmers.
Until there is no sound.
Until my mind becomes unbound.
I can no longer compete.
So I won’t.
The giants have won.
I live daily that defeat.
What is my target?
Who is the monster I want to harvest?
Slingshot in hand, I will take my aim.
I will mock the monster and call it names.
My invention will not do all things.
No bells and whistles to ring.
One thing it will do the best.
Once I find that function I can rest.
The world will rejoice and use this invention.
And remember the tool that did one thing.
Like fire it will forever change the game.
Like water it will thrive and life will never be the same.
There comes a time when history goes in reverse.
As much as you try, it hurts.
The world you know is not what you wanted.
The people you hear talk, too blunted.
Hurting your brain and ears.
Speaking another language you fear
Hate in their hearts.
Nothing you can do to restart
What has begun.
The world is becoming undone.
There will be riots in the streets.
There will be a revolution to defeat.
The division that has always been within.
True progress now portrayed as sin.
Welcome to the end.
Watch it unravel before your eyes.
False Messiah’s speaking on the steps where prophets stood.
Preaching unity.
After sewing hate with impunity.
Millions cheering them speak.
They prey on the dumb and weak.
They are the majority now it would seem.
They all have guns.
They all know it has begun.
The toppling of this country will come
By the use of the freedoms we have spun.
Freedom of speech turned into the freedom of hate.
Freedom of religion turned into the freedom to sedate.
Is it too late?
No sense in trying to relate.
Revel in the end of an empire.
Drink a beer, watch the game, start a fire and watch it burn.
1. Politics and political nostalgia have become a form of tourism, like a virtual game that some people play.
2. If you look at the state of health of the people in the video, I suspect that underneath all that fat is an unconscious rage against Michelle Obama’s efforts to fight childhood obesity. They are not afraid of communism, they are afraid of vegetables.
3. Most importantly, never before have we had such a clear picture of the paradoxical power of that kind of dysfunctional educational system that requires a denial of any judgments about intelligence. I am willing to bet that most of these people have high-school diplomas, and that says something very profound about the legitimacy of such a document. Most of them have never had the gift of being reprimanded for ungrounded opinions, and so they are like spoiled children who live with the anxiety of rampant and nonsensical desires that drive them to seek attention they never got as children. In my experiences with psychological transformation, healing is always a mix of loving attention mixed with a very strong discipline.
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It has long been the interpretation of historians that the spread of liberal education across America led to a radicalization of the youth in the 1960s and 70s, and some have implied that there was, in response to this, an effort to denude education of those elements that lead young people to think in revolutionary ways, by associating the goals of education, not with moral or ethical transcendence, but as a means toward financial security. As an accident of this process, critical thinking has given way to discipline as the overarching theme of educational development. In other words the metaphor of the poet, as a model of educational mastery, has given way to the ethic of the soldier.
Now, my point here is not to belabor the obvious, but to point out the unforeseen consequences of purposely perverting the internal logic out of which we derive the notion of authority. If we give people, en masse, the rights of authority without the deeper knowledge of responsibility, then we give power to those who might not be aware of it even when they are using it. In other words, we unleash, instead of radicalized liberalizing power, unconscious and anarchistic power…destructive power…power that knows only itself as an organizing principle…power without a price…power that feeds on itself, and feeds on the disempowerment of others…a kind of political zombie.
If we once let loose a wild bunch of hippies as a result of spreading liberal arts to the masses, and as a result pulled back some of the more liberating aspects of classical education in order to shore up the authority of the state, while maintaining an illusion of the educated citizen, then we have now let loose a wild barbaric mindless swarm of people who insist on exercising political power merely because they have been taught that it feels good to do so.
With every additional year of life the creative person becomes more adept at his/her craft but what grows alongside of this mastery is the looming expanse of untranslatable selfhood, that quiet quality of one’s essence that reminds a person of his/her mortal challenge.
Every creative act is an affirmation of life, and those works which we cherish the most go beyond this and celebrate something more than life, the idea of everlasting life, which is itself a projection of human creativity and longing. And we mustn’t assume, as we age, that we have resolved such a thing completely. For, death remains a mystery, and those who protect themselves from the pain of annihilation by assuming it to be an end, defend themselves against their desire for higher forms of complexity, and thus simplify what evidence shows to be a far from simple universe.
Philosophy teaches us.
Unsettles us.
With what we already know.
It works by remixing what you know
And makes it strange.
Philosophy estranges us from the familiar.
Providing and provoking a new way of thinking.
Once the familiar becomes strange
You are never again the same.
Self-knowledge can never become unknown.
Political philosophy is a story.
The story is about you.
Political philosophy may make you worse.
Because philosophy is a distancing even debilitating activity.
Callicles argued with Socrates to quit philosophizing and enjoy life.
They did not resolve the cases begun.
Who are we to think that we here can resolve them?
It’s true. These questions have been debated for a very long time.
We live some answer to these questions every day.
Kant says skepticism is no solution.
Skepticism is a resting place for human reasoning.
We are ruled by pain and by pleasure.
Should we base morality on maximizing happiness?
The greatest good for the greatest number.
Jeremy Bentham’s utilitarian illusion.
Add it all up.
Four in the crew. Dudley was the Dude. Stephens was the First Mate.
All men of excellent shape.
The Cabin Boy, Parker, was an orphan and teenager.
The wave hit the ship and the Mignonette went down.
The only food, two cans of turnips, a turtle and a frown.
All soon eaten.
For eight days they ate nothing.
Lost at sea.
Burnt and free.
No food. No water. What was to be?
Parker became ill from drinking sea water and was murdered.
A dagger through his throat.
New food now, they did float.
For three days they fed on the blood and body of the Cabin Boy.
On the 24th day while eating their breakfast, a ship appeared, ahoy.
If the cabin boy had agreed would it have been okay to save the rest?
What is the moral work that consent does best?
What was the value of Parker’s life?
Even though he had no wife.
No children waiting for him back on land.
No family to tear up without his hand?
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