The assumption of ownership is reliance on permanence in defiance of the natural changes constantly occurring within and without us. It is the most debilitating element in the myth of any population to reach a level that is called civilized. Whether granted by god, government or promises from friends, the added vigilance against betrayal or theft by others is only the tip of the ill effect that poisons our world view.
We are owned by our possessions through our growing addictive fears of being inadequate to return to a projection of a tomorrow without them. The less we clutch, the more we become aware the essentials remain, always within us, enabling us to caress the variety of the phenomenal world as they pass through our life, or linger because some find it comfortable there. Free, you might say.
A wisdom emergent through aging
Finally grokking what was intuitive at birth
Now etched clearly by the acid lessons
Culture’s artificial contradictory restrictions are
On the daily evidence of nature's constant change
Getting down to the ancient grain of DNA.
Does the worm Ouroboros recognize his tail
So twisted have learned definitions made his tale?
Finally grokking what was intuitive at birth
Now etched clearly by the acid lessons
Culture’s artificial contradictory restrictions are
On the daily evidence of nature's constant change
Getting down to the ancient grain of DNA.
Does the worm Ouroboros recognize his tail
So twisted have learned definitions made his tale?
7 comments:
All that you take with you is your consciousness, if anything at all. Material wealth amounts to nothing at all.
That's the point: To a bean counter a hill of beans is a mountain.
Does consciousness go anywhere with a you that claims it. I do my consciousness no more than I do the music that flows through me and the flute on the air evoked out of and through us.
That's beautiful. You have articulated exactly the amorphous thought that I haven't been able to grab onto lately when thinking about why conservative republicans are so different from me. And the fear thing.....is huge
Hi, Lee Ann,
Thanks for weighing in.
When I am conversing with you, where is my consciousness? It is here, it goes nowhere. When I am playing a simulation on my computer, where is my consciousness? When the simulation ends, where does it go?
wv: "citers"
Freedom: the great commercial myth; the justification for endless war and the second most misuded word in politics.
Hey, you should check this guy out, blog.kulturcritic.com It is academic but well written and is right in tune with your message.
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