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Post your favorite poems...

I need to read more Yeats...

This is an awesome poem...I encourage others to post theirs...


An Irish Airman foresees his Death

I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross, 5
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds, 10
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind 15
In balance with this life, this death.
 
One day when the sky was blue
down the road the shit wagon flew
it hit a bump and a cry was heard
Java was hit by a flying turd
 
Java I will finish your thing tonight.
I got a spark from my professor on the phone this morning.
I got a poem... its about a gurl though...
Yeats makes me feel like a pussy.
 
I LOVE this one:

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling
 
myway said:
I LOVE this one:

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

hahahaha,
I had this in the back of my mind last night.
Here is why I was thinking of how we met, through Traz and like you posted this up in my thread, which was asking for inspiration. I remember I read this and just thought. Wow, she must have a pillar of a dude, cause she picked out a poem that made me feel like a complete pussy.
I even left pm'd ya I think, my first pm maybe to U, that this poem made hit me how I have lifetimes before I 'get there'. LOL, If you are a dude/chic and you ain't humbled by this list, then fuck man... I will start imitating that dude/chic without a doubt.

Nice.

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-Ariel- said:
myway said:
I LOVE this one:

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

hahahaha,
I had this in the back of my mind last night.
Here is why I was thinking of how we met, through Traz and like you posted this up in my thread, which was asking for inspiration. I remember I read this and just thought. Wow, she must have a pillar of a dude, cause she picked out a poem that made me feel like a complete pussy.
I even left pm'd ya I think, my first pm maybe to U, that this poem made hit me how I have lifetimes before I 'get there'. LOL, If you are a dude/chic and you ain't humbled by this list, then fuck man... I will start imitating that dude/chic without a doubt.

Nice.

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Yea, I remember that pm. :)
I keep wanting to paint this poem on my son's wall......... but that would take a TON of patience.... and paint. I'm lacking both of these. However, I will keep working on my patience. Buying paint would be tha easy part.
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MEN IMPROVE WITH THE YEARS

by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

I AM worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in a book
A pictured beauty,
Pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;
And yet, and yet,
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth!
But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams.
 
Hey myway....
PEACE

by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

H, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
'Were not all her life but storm,
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines,' I said,
'Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?'
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form.
 
myway said:
-Ariel- said:
Yea, I remember that pm. :)
I keep wanting to paint this poem on my son's wall......... but that would take a TON of patience.... and paint. I'm lacking both of these. However, I will keep working on my patience. Buying paint would be tha easy part.
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Sophia Hawthorne's description is the archetypal, paradoxical, hard to pin down U.
Chic was a hawtie genius.
[SIZE=+1]Then Mrs Browning came out to us - very small, delicate, dark and expressive. She looked like a spirit. A cloud of hair falls on each side her face in curls, so as partly to veil her features. But out of the veil look sweet, sad eyes, musing and far-seeing and weird. Her fairy fingers seem too airy to hold, and yet their pressure was very firm and strong.

The smallest possible amount of substance encloses her soul, and every particle of it is infused with heart and intellect. I was never conscious of so little unredeemed, perishable dust in any human being. I gave her a branch of small pink roses, twelve on the stem, in various stages of bloom, which I had plucked from our terrace vine, and she fastened it in her black-velvet dress with most lovely effect to her whole aspect. Such roses were fit emblems of her.[/SIZE]

Sophia H... Her observations kill me.
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-Ariel- said:
myway said:
Sophia Hawthorne's description is the archetypal, paradoxical, hard to pin down U.
Chic was a hawtie genius.
[SIZE=+1]Then Mrs Browning came out to us - very small, delicate, dark and expressive. She looked like a spirit. A cloud of hair falls on each side her face in curls, so as partly to veil her features. But out of the veil look sweet, sad eyes, musing and far-seeing and weird. Her fairy fingers seem too airy to hold, and yet their pressure was very firm and strong.

The smallest possible amount of substance encloses her soul, and every particle of it is infused with heart and intellect. I was never conscious of so little unredeemed, perishable dust in any human being. I gave her a branch of small pink roses, twelve on the stem, in various stages of bloom, which I had plucked from our terrace vine, and she fastened it in her black-velvet dress with most lovely effect to her whole aspect. Such roses were fit emblems of her.[/SIZE]

Sophia H... Her observations kill me.
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That's some great imagery. She sounds hauntingly beautiful.
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THE SORROW OF LOVE

by: W.B. Yeats

HE quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.
 
The Man in The Arena​

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."



~President Theodore Roosevelt
Speech at the Sorbonne
Paris, France
April 23, 1910


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PICK3 said:
The Man in The Arena​

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."



~President Theodore Roosevelt
Speech at the Sorbonne
Paris, France
April 23, 1910


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Those are some great words. When a man forsakes his base desires for the greater good...and the things he cares about the most...that's a man. Just sayin'...:)
 
java and pick3 u world war 2 generation, tom brokawish reading salty voices that conjure up associations of grit and guts to me..... I have been reading an article on this phenomenon and will return later 2 comment... Great posts gentlemen.... Wreek of a saving private ryan feel.
 
-Ariel- said:
java and pick3 u world war 2 generation, tom brokawish reading salty voices that conjure up associations of grit and guts to me..... I have been reading an article on this phenomenon and will return later 2 comment... Great posts gentlemen.... Wreek of a saving private ryan feel.
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Waiting for your comments. :)
 
javaguru said:
Waiting for your comments. :)
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LOL
Sorry, Java, I'm finishing your tripartie tractate comic book thread in the morning.
I will hit this up, it's really kewl, cause well it has to do with religion as well.

After I finish in the morning your tale, I will hit this up. It's fresh in my mind.
I will say this, your instincts that are telling you Restraint. Well, stay true to them.

You are next in the name thread. What interests me is if there is a complementary relationship between Brian and Java Guru. So far, on break, my little project of that thread has indicated that for the most part there a pattern that of behind naming/identity/expression, of whatever is lacking in the birth name, the online name makes up for.

So much that is subconscious, and escapes our view.
Lemme work on that for an hour and I'll hoist it up.
 
My Hubby's favorite poem:

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
 
myway said:
My Hubby's favorite poem:

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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TS Eliot
 
"The Iron Never Lies To You. The Iron Will Always Kick You The Real Deal. It Never Freaks Out On ME, Never Runs. Friends May Come And Go, But 200 Pounds Is Always 200 Pounds."

-Henry Rollins

I LOVE this one!
 
beachhead06 said:
"The Iron Never Lies To You. The Iron Will Always Kick You The Real Deal. It Never Freaks Out On ME, Never Runs. Friends May Come And Go, But 200 Pounds Is Always 200 Pounds."

-Henry Rollins

I LOVE this one!
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I saw him in San Francisco, right of the JFK bay Campus, and he was alone, then like 3 girls mobbed him, one going Henry, Henry... and he looked eager and really sociable... not pretentious or annoyed. There are only a few 'famous people' I wanna approach, but would be too intimidated, to do so, but he aint one of em.
Anyway, get his CDs, they are funny. He is a master story teller. He talks about Edie Brickell, who I grew up listening too, and is so hilarious in ragging on her. He rags on Bono as well, I think they gota beef.
Thing is if you are famous and have a beef with another cultural 'Icon' you are shaping culture through your own motivations... I think that is kinda scary. LOL, sorry bout the digression.
Good to see ya Beach Head.
Any lovin in Belgium?
 
myway said:
Lol. Poor Shrimpy.
Yea, that was nate posting under my name after I had a bunch of wine.
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LOL


Let's Analyze Trenbolone 100mg ED Style and show no restraint, as is my tendency... big sigh...

Eliot had a mind that is atleast 100 times more potent than mine. Mine is feeble and scattered compared to that Imaginative Sage, however...

A Wild bird?

I guess it depends on the definition he means as Wild.
In his context I think he was using this definition.
Courtesy of Google Dictionary

Definitions of wild on the Web:
in a natural state; not tamed or domesticated or cultivated; "wild geese"; "edible wild plants"

I guess when I read it, considering the context of our times and the way the change from the Pre World War 2 generation that valued hard work, making an effort, as more important than making a ton of money. Degrees again, being successful was still the prime imperative, but the culture was still less secular and more influenced by the Christian Values of Hard Work leads to Integrity. Moreover it viewed the body as a vehicle that should be transcended, the body was used as a vehicle to purify itself through a strong character. It was not an object of adornment.

However now, post industrial, Wireless age of Technology, the Body has become a vehicle to beautify and achieve the aesthetic perfection. Appearance becomes the prime imperative. Being Beautiful through Appearance becomes the Underlying Music Moving through our Culture.

As a result Self Indulgence, How to experience the most Pleasure one can through the body becomes a significant norm or value -if you wanna call it that-
and What 'matters' now is matter, specifically Appearance, Pleasure, Commodities. The bad side... why even bother.

Anyway, this is the definition I get out of this context of 'our time'.
marked by extreme lack of restraint or control;

Also a loss of meaning, literally and metaphorically...
baseless: without a basis in reason or fact; "baseless gossip"; "the allegations proved groundless"; "idle fears"; "unfounded suspicions"; "unwarranted jealousy

Then I thought, wait, A bird is not wild. To Fly metaphorically signifies FREEDOM,
to be Free means, to show self control, restraint. That is the core teaching of all estoeric wisdom. To transcend the limitations of impulse/sensation/ignorance,
through self control. It is loss of self control and living INXS, that throws one in Error and more Deficiency, More Suffering.

Finally, I thought. Stupid Poem.


So that said, yeah I thought it was weird you hoisted that one up.

It seemed out of context.

I don't think Nate is Wild.
raving mad: talking or behaving irrationally; "a raving lunatic"

I think me taking this convo this far is Wild...LOL
fantastic: fanciful and unrealistic; foolish; "a fantastic idea of his own importance
rampantly: in an uncontrolled and rampant manner; "weeds grew rampantly around here"



That's good enough for me.
 
-Ariel- said:
LOL


Let's Analyze Trenbolone 100mg ED Style and show no restraint, as is my tendency... big sigh...

Eliot had a mind that is atleast 100 times more potent than mine. Mine is feeble and scattered compared to that Imaginative Sage, however...

A Wild bird?

I guess it depends on the definition he means as Wild.
In his context I think he was using this definition.
Courtesy of Google Dictionary

Definitions of wild on the Web:
in a natural state; not tamed or domesticated or cultivated; "wild geese"; "edible wild plants"

I guess when I read it, considering the context of our times and the way the change from the Pre World War 2 generation that valued hard work, making an effort, as more important than making a ton of money. Degrees again, being successful was still the prime imperative, but the culture was still less secular and more influenced by the Christian Values of Hard Work leads to Integrity. Moreover it viewed the body as a vehicle that should be transcended, the body was used as a vehicle to purify itself through a strong character. It was not an object of adornment.

However now, post industrial, Wireless age of Technology, the Body has become a vehicle to beautify and achieve the aesthetic perfection. Appearance becomes the prime imperative. Being Beautiful through Appearance becomes the Underlying Music Moving through our Culture.

As a result Self Indulgence, How to experience the most Pleasure one can through the body becomes a significant norm or value -if you wanna call it that-
and What 'matters' now is matter, specifically Appearance, Pleasure, Commodities. The bad side... why even bother.

Anyway, this is the definition I get out of this context of 'our time'.
marked by extreme lack of restraint or control;

Also a loss of meaning, literally and metaphorically...
baseless: without a basis in reason or fact; "baseless gossip"; "the allegations proved groundless"; "idle fears"; "unfounded suspicions"; "unwarranted jealousy

Then I thought, wait, A bird is not wild. To Fly metaphorically signifies FREEDOM,
to be Free means, to show self control, restraint. That is the core teaching of all estoeric wisdom. To transcend the limitations of impulse/sensation/ignorance,
through self control. It is loss of self control and living INXS, that throws one in Error and more Deficiency, More Suffering.

Finally, I thought. Stupid Poem.


So that said, yeah I thought it was weird you hoisted that one up.

It seemed out of context.

I don't think Nate is Wild.
raving mad: talking or behaving irrationally; "a raving lunatic"

I think me taking this convo this far is Wild...LOL
fantastic: fanciful and unrealistic; foolish; "a fantastic idea of his own importance
rampantly: in an uncontrolled and rampant manner; "weeds grew rampantly around here"



That's good enough for me.
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Lol. U just reminded me of the bar scene in Good Will Hunting.

 
myway said:
Lol. U just reminded me of the bar scene in Good Will Hunting.

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LOL

I loved that part.
I was like holy shit.
I mean first of all, that dude was way, way, way pretentious.
I"m bad, but shit, I would neva do that... cause well, fuck man, simple dude's got way more game than loud mouths...

From Creighton, Navy, even JFK.. it's the peeps that keep it simple, cause wel they just 'know'.
Not the dudes who pontificate all the time.
LOL... ooops.

Yeah... Ummm,....those guys are fags.
 
-Ariel- said:
LOL

I loved that part.
I was like holy shit.
I mean first of all, that dude was way, way, way pretentious.
I"m bad, but shit, I would neva do that... cause well, fuck man, simple dude's got way more game than loud mouths...

From Creighton, Navy, even JFK.. it's the peeps that keep it simple, cause wel they just 'know'.
Not the dudes who pontificate all the time.
LOL... ooops.

Yeah... Ummm,....those guys are fags.
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Lol. I would ONLY call him pretentious ...... if he wasn't so correct, yet, needing to blend with simple people. This is one of my favorite parts....

 
beachhead06 said:
LMAO! Leave it to Ariel! Good to see Ariel is still the same
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Hey I know you gave it to me already, but I"m too lazy to go check.

PM me your birth name
As much as you are comfortable with, and I'll hoist you up, I just finished puddlemonkey, and working on Thandie's 'birth name,' but the more names you give me the more accurate the 'reading'

It takes me like 45 to 1 hour for each name, but I'll hoist it up.
You have to read the thread to get an idea of what it does.

You were the first to really welcome me here, and so, yeah..
it would be fun to do.
 
-Ariel- said:
LOL
Sorry, Java, I'm finishing your tripartie tractate comic book thread in the morning.
I will hit this up, it's really kewl, cause well it has to do with religion as well.

After I finish in the morning your tale, I will hit this up. It's fresh in my mind.
I will say this, your instincts that are telling you Restraint. Well, stay true to them.

You are next in the name thread. What interests me is if there is a complementary relationship between Brian and Java Guru. So far, on break, my little project of that thread has indicated that for the most part there a pattern that of behind naming/identity/expression, of whatever is lacking in the birth name, the online name makes up for.

So much that is subconscious, and escapes our view.
Lemme work on that for an hour and I'll hoist it up.
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I'm not letting you off the hok. :)
 
See post 32.

Same message in your father's time, which was post industrial, the World War 2 generation was still infused with Christian Values of Hard work being a fundamental value in the cultural imperative. Now the decrease in this was not linear, but consisted of tipping points of little increments of build, up, then boom, exploding through culture in a short amount of time. I suspect a tipping point was tipped recently with demonization of steroids, because it has only been a year since I wrote a post so infused with passion about the media demonizing steroid use as a distraction from what counts, and now it's only been a year, steroid use seems much more acceptable, and less meatheadish, as appearance continues to take on more and more ground as something in the norm to pursue, and less 'shallow'.

The nature of change is following Moores law, the intel genius who established that every 2 years a processors can be made at 1/2 size but twice as powerful. It is an S curve. The nature of Change is moving culture through exponential rates of shifts in what is acceptable, what is kewl, what is to be feared. The proliferation of data, that our current form of knowledge which is based on establishing through separation, the 'is' and 'is not' of knowledge, leads to knowledge proliferating the atmosphere with data. In order to operate a phone, one must become an IT specialist. I know more about my cell phone than I do myself... no joke. This form of knowledge, in accord with commoditization of everything place an emphasis on 'matter' . What matters now, is not value, but what is valued more now is matter. Matter as appearance. It no longer has any value of what principles guide your life, if you are in the teen demograph, or to a degree the predominant population in culture, however but how you appear, and what brands you shop. Identity through Brand.

Anyway, no surprise there, that's old news, however, what is interesting is that, the world war 2 generation which was 71% actively church going folks, compared to the 41% of baby boomers, now around 13% of general population, well this generation's culture in that time and space saw the body as something not to be adorned. It was not a vehicle to chisel, to beautify, to experience immediate gratification through. Rather, it was kinda understood as a vehicle to get a job done, and the imperative was more on making an effort through hard work. The imperative was more on principle and less on aesthetic beauty and the perfection of the body as one of the core imperatives running our culture.

It just seems to me, that now, in which technological knowledge is the basis of our understanding ourselves and the world, one of the byproducts is that restraint, meaning, and good will take a back seat due to the fact that that this form of knowledge is all based on individual self. It is a form of knowledge that is based on separation and classification. 'Object ive knowledge is seen as the only valid knowledge, what is 'subject' ive, or interpretation is seen as meaningless, thus what comes up for public discussion and education is not how to live your life, or critically think, or be aware, but how to obtain a the cost of others.

Yeah, continue to follow your instincts on restraint, and things will get better. I notice in my world of academia a tipping point has been switched and there is a movement to undo the knots that have been created. Moreover, I notice it's all around me. People I meet are instinctually just kinda, in their own way, waking up. Degrees, but I'm much less cynical about things, say then 2 years ago.


Our understanding of self must change, our understanding of time, our understanding that Knowledge is capacity to live your life, not the content of what you know. We will come to understand that Truth cannot be based on agreement, what was true today, may not be true tomorrow, truth is a ratio, the correct interval between work, play, worship, and sacrifice. When we understand that there aren't really problems, only ratio's that need to be corrected, then the ego will be less domineering and we will all be less psychotic.

It's happening all around us. Just not near at the speed it's gotta be at.
 
My father hated going to church, and set his foot down with my mother when our pastor crossed the line with his dogma and made some ridiculous criticisms of parishioners. He was brilliant in his own way, he had no more than a high school education but he was a mechanical genius by all his coworkers' accounts. He never had my breadth of knowledge or the luxury of a formal education, the only reason I'm as educated as I am is because of him. Like most, he overvalued education versus natural ability and experience.
 
javaguru said:
My father hated going to church, and set his foot down with my mother when our pastor crossed the line with his dogma and made some ridiculous criticisms of parishioners. He was brilliant in his own way, he had no more than a high school education but he was a mechanical genius by all his coworkers' accounts. He never had my breadth of knowledge or the luxury of a formal education, the only reason I'm as educated as I am is because of him. Like most, he overvalued education versus natural ability and experience.
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The there has to be a philosophical paradigm shift that teaches chilreden a new form of knowledge, that is not based on data... but rather thisi kind of knowledge would be how to liver their lives. How to have balance intervals in the multidimesional entitiy of living. We are a long ways from that, but still any kind of teaching tha worked more on understanding that knowledtge is not some thing to be bought or sold or owned, becaue it is a process and not an object.
this idea will have the focus on process, creation, and less on substance.


The beginning are already happening at many universities with this approach.
It has to explode though, to survive.
 
I have no idea what you mean but I really like this poem. :)

An Irish Airman foresees his Death

I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross, 5
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds, 10
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind 15
In balance with this life, this death.
 
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