This is not always about the beautiful and rich. Here is the same thought problem today, is it not? From the people who don’t care if their leader and savior lies or not. It doesn’t bother them. It does not bother them as long as they get their happiness. If they don’t have it yet they’re willing to wait because they see enough of the ugliness and anger being acted out to give them hope. It’s what they want. And they don’t care about the truth.
Just for the heck of it…
Well, it might be difficult to work any of these into a conversation, though I believe many people know of the Carpe Diem. And some of these are easily translated, for example: In vino veritas. Although you must be drinking wine in order to use it, yes?
As I thought, and as I am so predictable:
But then it was a rather enjoyable venture as I didn’t have any pressure on myself. You know, meeting expectations and all that! Which makes the contemplation of GUILT inevitable also, doesn’t it?
Of late thoughts turn to—why do we have guilt? What purpose that? For myself the origin is pre-Catholic as I recall being a tiny child and feeling guilty about something, not wanting to tell my mother. OK, so origin is with parents. And of course there are those childhood pals who gasp in horror or encouragement while clearly specifying the wrongness of something. (Society.) Then, for those of us with religious strictures, there is the Catholicism of life. Little chance then, to manage as an adult without the burden—very heavy burden—of a huge guilt container forever lurking in the back, or very foundation even, of the Mind. It seems to me that after a certain point, Guilt is no longer needed or required to direct a life. Direction is no longer needed. So why the very potential of something Wrong awakes the Monster Guilt, perched in waiting, is beyond me.
No, we don’t need Guilt to keep us on the path of Good when there are choices. No, we don’t need Religion in order to be moral beings.
And then and also, don’t we have something inside that slams the door on Guilt and guides us beyond those limits? That something that fires up Curiosity and Approval when we absolutely know that the Rules, Laws, Controls, are just plain Wrong?
Of course. Copernicus, Galileo, and me.
Søren Aabye Kierkegaard—love like all knowledge is recollection.
Where am I? What does it mean to say: the world? What is the meaning of that word? Who tricked me into this whole thing and leaves me standing here? Who am I? How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought from a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn’t it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager? I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint? ― Søren Kierkegaard
St. Agnes, Tommy The Truth, and Anna Belle the Lesser all surrounded me for a discussion this morning. OK, not so much a discussion as a complaint session. I was the listener. Here’s the gist of it.
- The Truth has become irrelevant. Perhaps it has been so for years, maybe even forever. But it has become more evident.
- Facts have become negotiable.
- Religion has become political, if not quite as political as it was during the reign of the Borgias. It is the age of the politics of enlightenment.
Add to this a recent read wherein an ingrained belief system is actually written into a pathway of the brain. To “attack” a belief, even if it is the truth, is the same as an actual attack to the person. The person’s brain anyway.
This is why you can’t argue beliefs with truth or facts. Differing opinions look at the same things and do not see them the same. Hillary decided to attack Trump in the last blitz by running his own adds. Some said, “You see? Now how can you argue with that? It’s the truth.” You can argue if that’s what you want to hear. And that, my friends is exactly what the Trump base wanted to hear. Hillary ran the end game by working PR for The Donald.
Facts? What facts? Again, the base doesn’t give a rat’s arse if Trump said three different things at three different times and all of them contradictory. So what? If he’s going to go to bat for them they don’t care what he says about anything, much less the government.
Say it loud, say it clear. Say it over and over. The man mocks and people applaud.
Oh, and about the gathering here this morning—St. Agnes, et.al.—are the resident ducks who always have something to say. Usually complaints. Spiritual nabobs.
Religion & enlightenment? Later. After a trip to the liquor cabinet.