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    dots Submission Name: Poet Number 3 and Feet of Claydots
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    Author: Torie
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       The third best selling poet of all time had feet of clay.


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    Ah, the third best selling poet of all time is Kahlil Gibran, third after Shakespeare and Lao Tsu.

    Millions upon millions of us have taken Kahlil to heart as a guide to life, although Kahlil was an alcoholic who refused to go to Rehab and who died young.

    Kahlil also suffered from a psychosis called Clinical Depression.

    Kahlil also consistently lied to his friends and his public.

    And Kahlil was also a complete narcissist unable and unwilling to relate to people in a reciprocal manner.

    And although Kahlil is taken as a mystical spiritual guide, he was not fit to guide anyone, least of all himself.

    Yet we continue to idealise him just as we idealise our parents, our God, and our country. We idealise all these parent figures to hide from ourselves the emotional pain they have caused us.




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      It's not all or nothing rather we are meaning creating animals. Some of our meanings are true and some are not. Since the Western Enlightenment we determine what meaning is true to reality by evidence and reason.

    The Enlightenment has made enormous strides over the last few centuries. And recently we have examined child rearing practices in Ireland and Australia we have found child abuse is widespread in families and institutions and it does considerable damage to the psyche.

    And the Judicial Enquiry in Ireland and the Royal Commission in Australia have found that child abuse is concealed by the idealisation of authority figures such as parents and institutions and covered up.

    Ever since the Western Enlightenment a huge amount has started to make sense and every day we make sense of more and more.

    Totalitarian systems, such as theocracies, are threatened by the Western Enlightenment and oppose the Enlightenment with ideology and violence.
    | Posted on 2015-09-24 00:00:00 | by Torie | [ Reply to This ]
      In all seriousness, I don't think human beings are able to continuously handle the distress of reality. I also, in great part, think this distress is a figment of our own worlds. No star, rock, sun, earth worm, etc., will ever complain about a man named hitler, or uphold any consorted semblance of "ethics" or "moral" values. In the process of making sense of our own existence, we need to cast shadows (projections upon which we lay blame instead of acknowledging responsibility), we must create delusional defenses. God, Nation, etc. The thing is, whether I cry for God or for nothing (le nĂ©ant; the abyss if you will), it still makes no difference. We move forward.

    The beauty of human beings, and part of what allows us to adapt, survive, and meander along in this bleak world, is specifically the fact we can find inspiration in anything. If our parents were not godsends, then what reason would we have to achieve anything with our life? And again, I can do a thing for nothing, or I can do it and say it is for something, but in neither case does it make a difference (really) why I did/do it.

    So if we need to lie to ourselves to quell the melodrama that arises from our own psychological inabilities, then so be it. Who knows if Shakespeare even existed? And Laozi is the very meaning of a contradiction with his bitter paradoxical pills about life.

    I mean, there is no reason to believe that anything that goes on in our mind (conscious and/or unconscious) is even remotely in line, relevant to, or connected with reality. It doesn't matter how many social exercises you show students to demonstrate the point that they cannot trust their senses, intuition, or ideologies, they will still pander to these very things in trying to understand the point.

    What if, one day... What if, it all just.. made sense. Wouldn't that just be lovely?
    | Posted on 2015-09-23 00:00:00 | by Outlaw | [ Reply to This ]


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