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Friday, March 16, 2012

Rendering Compassion


Rendering Compassion; perhaps distilling your care.
How do I know if my concern has been usurped, am I a fool and when do I discern?

Mine own heart is stopped at this consideration by the very charge that is presented before us. In the tempest of destruction, whom do you chose to save? I choose all who cry out, and I reach out to raise them up in want of my very soul for I assume they are of kindred kind and I so wanted to save them, and then they devoured me in deception.

How can one discern? How can one know? Know only your honesty to yourself.


Monday, March 12, 2012

The Adoration of Kindness


One might say that grace is the ultimate state of being rising above the noise of discontent. But then discontent stems from want, the want to be nourished, the want to be sheltered from the many harms of our physical existence.

Intelligence can artfully dance upon the sea of our material world. We ogle the masters of the ‘Glass Bead Game’ rendering our service to their wisdom and the very shares of our labor to buy the luxury that can distance us momentarily from our discontent.

Ideologically we way in the balance our governance of right and wrong and by discourse defend our means or wage or right to be. Under freedom and democratic argument we determine our justification of the classes from poor to bourgeois to opulent or even megalomania.

One might consider that a beggar on the street that refuses to work, with the exception of mental illness, is a tyrant allowing your children to labor in their stead to provide for their needs and wants. Could this mean that charity in this case is miss-given? Thus many pass by a vagabond with a sign, “Will Work for Food,” unless they will really work for food. Some just succumb and think, “If you are so low that you need to be on the street with a sign, you are truly needy.” They render up a bill or two and feel they have done charities’ call.

So as you meander through this incomprehensible realm look deep into the eyes of your fellows, discerning each individual by the best of your judgment and render grace and kindness where it is due, even unto your adversary when found in need and he will no longer be your adversary.

Now the world is contrary to this with its brutal economic competition until there is devastation, then wonders never cease as the kind come forth to give all that they have.

We are at our best when we are broken and don’t you adore when someone is kind.

For I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.



Saturday, March 3, 2012

Contrition


Contrition, contrite, repentance, remorse, regret, sorrow, sorry, penitent, apologetic.

Grace, forgiveness, elegance, refinement, loveliness, polish, beauty, poise, charm.

The order of terms suggests that you cannot have the latter without first being broken.

And thus the necessity of the differential, without it there is no meaning.

Ignorance proceeds wisdom and even God cannot prevent this existential truth.

We weep for our children knowing the path to knowledge is suffrage.

Would that you could tell them but they will not listen until burned.

The world is an incorrigible child not yet contrite. Oh the sorrow! 


Thursday, March 1, 2012

The Incredible Lightness of Being


Warning – Human angst is inconsolable.

Now, this may seem to be inspired by the film, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being,” however this is not plagiarized. It rather is inspired by experience.

Never were there truer words that “Ignorance is Bliss,” for it is this necessary requirement that compels adventure. Educated sages will contemplate at infinitum and never move where “Fools Rush In.”

Impetuousness is the harbinger of the young, albeit misguided by the patriarchs and matriarchs that proceed them. This includes the daunting task of the laws justification of what is right and what is wrong.

The prospect of setting right the wrong dumbfounds us all with the precept that we as simple finite little humans, and I emphasize ‘little,’ are not responsible, and thus is the human angst to surrender to that which is beyond their control. It is all too big for me.

We allow atrocities and dodge bullets hoping to be spared, knowing that our short life has little meaning, thus allowing megalomaniacs to lead the world to utter consumption and devastation. We are Lemmings on a course of destruction and cannot stop.

So laissez-faire, que sera sera, none of this is my fault.

Simple answer - Require legitimacy, stop the population, stay home and grow food.
Your ability to entertain your short little life is filled with bigger, better more. Star Trek is a fiction and while you are trying to get somewhere you cannot realize that you are already there.

I would hope that you would realize this and stop milling around the world because you are only going in circles and do not realize the “Incredible Lightness of Being.” But, you will not, and this is not my fault.

TJ Ginn