@Soul Brother,
Soul Brother;166034 wrote:I really really sincerely thank you for this Reconstructo.
I wish more knew like you.
Thanks man! I only wish I wasn't coming from such an angry place when I wrote that line. I inspired other humans to hate me and show me contempt because in truth I hated them and showed them contempt. At the moment, I see how ugly and sad this situation is on both sides.
I may not have made an idol of others lately, but I do have a tendency to make an idol of myself. I think Satan (think John Milton, Byron, etc.) is a great symbol for this. I suppose this Satanic self-idolatry is more respectable in its way than the idolatry of other human beings, but it's still a good way to cut one's "self" down from its potential inclusion of all reality. In Dante's Inferno, down becomes up right as Dante and Virgil pass Lucifer who is frozen in sh*t. Now that's symbolism! Nevermind the ingenious use of the narrowing spiral.
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everyone I have talked down to, shown contempt to ----SORRY BROTHERS!!!
Let's all just admit we are sometimes *ssholes of the greatest magnitude, forgive one another and move on. This site has an enormous potential to enrich our lives. I know that dwelling on the high thoughts is what keeps me from getting caught up in the sad games we all as humans have a tendency to get caught up in.
Unfortunately I let myself get caught up in more than a few sad games in this very forum which ideally could offer me the cure or substitute for such games ---real friendship based on the shared appreciation of man's better thoughts --his better "angels" shall we say.
The limits of our language are the limits of our world are the limits of our selves. That's my story and I'm sticking to it, until I hear something better. Call me crazy, but I would like to have only love in my shirt when I log on here. When I have "stormed" off it was a frustration not only with others but also with those tendencies in myself to turn an opportunity for mutual enrichment into a place of violence no less cruel for its merely
apparent bloodlessness. We are "spiritual" (read lingual/conceptual/passionate) beings and words sometimes pierce deeper than bullets --and the sad thing is that that is exactly what we sometimes enjoy about them. Oh, the cruelty of a poison tipped sentence. What the f*ck are we thinking? Some of us here have long known better. But I'm not one of those. But screw it! I'm going to give it a try. Some of you hate me, or at least the crust of me as shown on tv, and I can't blame you for that. I'm a nasty little b*tch sometimes. I've got to forgive you to forgive me and also the reverse. All this "you" and "me" distinction is practical but deceptive. We are linguistically and emotionally connected and interpenetrating. It's as obvious as the nose on our face. I know the sick thrill of setting myself above. And also the cruelty that is experienced and inspired by such treatment directed against myself. Enough is enough. Who wants to
live like that? -->No, I haven't undergone some great conversion. This is just the better part of me trying to take the wheel from the worse part.
Peace!