A Flourished Blend; Pouring a libation and reaping the benefit of the fruits of your efforts… Perspectives
(Or, The rant-ing’s of a raving lunatic)
A reminiscence: A Door is a passage way: Thine is the Kingdom
“Maturation”--you say… hmmm… A few mental midgets decide that there is only one “right” perspective in the world, stating the proposition: that the speaking current August presence of this “perfect”, piacular, nexus of a person, dictating regurgitated cliché’s (which often didn’t amount to much in the first place) is accurate; seems seriously confounded, to me!
Do you really accept the preposterous preponderance’s-- uttered by a belligerent fool who’s entire existence incorporates a few half-wit, non-thinking parroting of another-- as genuine, intelligent Being? Telling me how much better Others are than me, makes me laugh… I’m an authentic Human… bucolic perhaps but…I’m not impressed or intimidated by others looking down the end of their noses at me.
Foolish person’s; all they see are my feet when they gaze scoffing in a descending fashion towards my direction! I am at their eye-level, different but equal, and always have been.
Do you really accept the preposterous preponderance’s-- uttered by a belligerent fool who’s entire existence incorporates a few half-wit, non-thinking parroting of another-- as genuine, intelligent Being? Telling me how much better Others are than me, makes me laugh… I’m an authentic Human… bucolic perhaps but…I’m not impressed or intimidated by others looking down the end of their noses at me.
Foolish person’s; all they see are my feet when they gaze scoffing in a descending fashion towards my direction! I am at their eye-level, different but equal, and always have been.
Yeah, I’m bias. I’m prejudice. Because I don’t like stupid/refractory people that act meanly because they think that they’re the apex of the Universe.
I’ll willingly accept the punishment that ego-centric, maniacal--idiots dish out. If they can’t function well enough to know that each is NOT the judge, jury and executioner of another; then I‘ll just have to take their crap. I don’t know about you, but I am not endowed by such a lofty right, by the God in Me (and Thee), as to take the persecution of someone-- for a perceived wrong-- upon myself. My perspectives can be distorted, so I look to Others to ground my mind.
In America, “We the people” (not I the only significant individual in existence--because I, a majority of one, say so, andif you don’t agree I’ll pulverize you) are “judged by a jury of our peers”. A magistrate’s job is not that different from the aspirations of other professional’s: a mastery of the skills in order to act as a database/resource for the service of Others.
The powerhouse of a magistrate therein lies that they are learned in assisting the judicial process to run smoothly by providing laws (or the governing rules which we, combined, choose to live our lives by in order to preserve the greatest degree of Human existence possible) in a simple and concise matter which all may understand; and, by contributing prior applications of similar constraining situations.
Hearing another is not an a priori state, it’s a practiced participation of the Human facet of consciousness. We pay a magistrate not to passively listen, but to hear and actively contribute to the salmagundi occasion of dispute in the best (as compassionate and neutral) a manner possible.
You tell me to “grow-up” because I often seem simple and “goofy” to you. I will ride on the river to the promised land my friend, I will lay me down because I am an Israelite. I will suffer but not to the extent of my demise. I will seek salvation in the transcendence of Love. The day I was born I was a problem in your mind; and I’m sorry. I will always Love you!
I’m not a judge, I’m not an I-sland… the places I have been have not always been good, nor have I, but I need you. I have never been perfect-- I could not have come into existence without others, I was not capable upon arrival to presence to take care of myself (believe it or not I am not so self-definitive--such as a turtle egg upon hatching-- as to have enacted the preservation of self on my own…thrust into the world perhaps, but not alone and not at infancy).
My heart longs for Home, a place where I belong, where your love waits for me. If all that stands before me is the promise of more torture and pain then I will discontinue my existence. It is too cruel for me to watch the de-humanizing of you by you.
I’m not the best person by far, but suffering before you is too much. Non-consciousness is far better an option then to further deny me sustenance in a cruel act of disdainful dismay. I will not regret a second that we have spent together…you are my sun, moon and stars; all of my compassion and self-centeredness is in my desire for your happiness. I found God in a room of empty chairs and tables.
With everything falling apart, the fractioning of a life split, now torn, I ask what the sacrifice was for. Insecure and often lost in the obscurity of another’s lack of focus; I can not communicate with people who will not take the time to listen. I pray to a silent vigil, for the hyper-conscious can not even see me standing before them. I feel sad. I cry because I have time. Life is frittered away by those who are fraught with the difficulties of not giving Being a chance.
“Abstract” --you state. I am at the night of my life and I let go, on this road I’m on, I open up to a sprint and give Jesus the helms in the realm of my existence. The very abstraction of our life is our thought. Words… when we speak we are dictating an immediate desire or need. The preponderance’s at one stage of existence had a connection with concrete physical substance. What are the hieroglyphic’s of my friend?
-People-interacting,-providing-sustenance, communicating in order to assist the existence of Self and Other. Imagine: a caveman is seeking a wooly mammoth, he can not find one but, what he does find is another caveman standing near. He draws a picture of what he has found before to eat, an image captured in his head, and low and behold the other responds with a pointed direction of where He had last seen that creature. By God, we have it, even humans can communicate.
Lovingly, all cells were created and put into motion. This is the pantheism approach. Upon thought (innate consciousness) and verbal/pictorial agreed upon communication (taught), we found a conglomeration of mortals that humans call: God. God is Love. “He” is not an anthropomorphism, such a like-ness to man can’t be mandated on a transcendent abstraction which does maintain the conceptual qualities of absolutisms and perfection.
The plethora of colorful masks we wear to cover ourselves create an actor-like play in a world of real. Uniquely the same are the trends of thought in man: cascading realities, juxtapositions of spontaneity and form, desire to see the unseen--know the unknowable--reach for a peace which passes understanding--ultimately…redemption. We lurk in a symphonic quagmire of our own destruction, serenading one another with the sounds of life.
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