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Posted by Poetic Outlaws: Plato is boring. In reality, my distrust of Plato is fundamental. I find him so very much astray from all the deepest instincts of the Hellenes, so steeped in moral prejudices, so pre-existently Christian…

Plato is a coward in the face of reality—consequently, he takes refuge in the ideal.

— Nietzsche

I love this and had not heard it before. And, I love the word pre-existently! Isn’t that something? Plus, pre-existently Christian. What a concept. I don’t know that I agree, but that isn’t the point, is it. So anyway, this is indeed more about Nietzsche than Plato just as all writings are. As we write about others we reveal ourselves. Of course my love for the radicals, the outliers, the rebels is why I write and post as I do.

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The Guardian Of The Woods

Another wonderful post by Psyche’s Call with Donna May


So many artists of all ilks, writers, painters, poets, dreamers, have all sung of the powers that live in the woods. Shakespeare’s “Midsummer Night’s Dream” gives us the Faeire Queene that came from Spencer. Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote of a world containing evil in the darkness of the great forests, or at least in the mixing of medicines from the herbs and flowers gathered there. There are the robed monks that wander the wonderland, working their magic, white and black. Today’s writers of horror stories continue the tradition, (e.g., “The Cabin in the Woods” along with others). Even children’s songs: “Don’t go down to the woods today…the day the teddy bears have their picnic…” (A mixed message, that.)

Father Christmas—much older than our Santa Claus, came from an old English folklore, and didn’t he walk through the woods? Originate there?

And the Tree! Our beautiful, green, pinetree, cut from the forest and brought into our homes. That tree of Pagan origin, symbolizing everything grown and come to life from the forest deep—is brought to us by the woodman through snow and dreams.

Pagan & Christian, White & Black—through the woods.