I see his injured leg,and it makes me want to cry
He wobbles to-and-fro and sways side-to-side
Bob is a victim,just the same as we can be
Watching him limp,a could of one like you or me..
Slowly,up the tree he goes and I hold my breath
for certainly one misstep would bring about his death
I feel the pain inside of him,only three feet on a branch..
and very soon I find myself emerged within a trance
I find a boy named Robert;Bob is what he's called.
Optimistic,unscathed by life,but then I am appalled..
Now he lives on city streets and while he has that name,
with no parents to call him it,it's truly all the same.
People pass poor Bob every single day,
but regardless of his homelessness,no notice will they pay.
It is he who wants to cry out after the hit and run..
He saw the people drive away;I knew this was their fun.
I pray he thinks they're inattentive and that they somehow didn't know,
yet I saw it then,a hidden spite that eyes will sometimes show.
Poor Bob,I wanted to hold him then,convey the love of life,
but I was a ghost,my voice was lost within my fruitless strife.
I could barely withstand the torture of seeing him bleed out,
but for the very life of me,I could not make a sound.
Bob is on the tree again,though he's once more a squirrel,
and now I have my voice with me,the power to change the world.
After struggling for quite a bit,he jumps from tree-to-roof,
and though still out of reach to me,he armed me with a truth.
I am a single person blessed with the gift of love
We are many people and together we'll rise above
You see, we are all victims of a single person's hate
that only seemed so powerful because it formed a chain..
It spread like an infection and we unknowingly let it in
and while I'm just a person who recognized the sin..
We can stand together,combining heart and mind..
We can join hands and leave new suffering behind.
Hate has only the power in which it was given
and with the choice of faith,eventually its presence will be ridden.
For those who can,spread the word: this gift is one-size-fits-all.
We have the choice to forgive and live this theme; it's universal!
Squaring of the circle.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
The Path Less Trodden: THE ILLUSION OF DISTINCTION
because I know what the self is
I know what perception is
I know what it truly means to be human
and what all behavior is
why people do what they do
regardless of their situations
regardless of their biology
I know the commonalities in thought process we all share, and what our
biases are by understanding what leads us to think we are different
they appear to be vast, but in actuality, they can be attributed to one
EXTREMELY obvious thing.
the brain grows through making connections, neural pathways, learning to track
patterns, and to develop schemas
the more times a person observes a particularly common pattern(or a pattern
under the threshold of JND,just noticeable difference, which is said to be a
1:10 ratio),
the stronger a connection in our mind grows, and the more strongly we
rely on that pattern
like a path in a forest
at first, it’s grassy, no road, no people, no footprints, kinda rough, and
definitely awkward
one person comes, looking for novelty
they walk that path once, there is a single trail of footprints.. not much, but
a slight impression has been made on the ground
every once and awhile that person deviates from their normal path, the
one other than the new one, to walk the same path because they found it
to be particularly soothing to escape the mundane when they are physically
feeling stressed out
after visiting the path repeatedly, the grass is increasingly worn down, and
you start to see the ground.. the path is more obviously a path
a few more start noticing the novelty of it, and start following that
path, too, at scattered intervals, while it became increasingly habitual to
the first person
the first person doesn't know necessarily others are using that path
but it rapidly becomes the main path for that person, because they became
accustomed to resorting to it in times where they needed relief for stress.
the path itself took on a special meaning to them, and so, every time they
took that path, they felt.. happier, and less stressed, simply because it offered
this strange sense of security and comfort
other people just see it as a convenience, and don't understand that it was
never technically an objective path.. PLACED there by god for their
convenience
they tend to think,"Hey, it's the worn path, therefore it's the proper one. It
was there and I didn't create it, therefore it must have some value greater
than just the value I could give something. It's especially profound."
the one person who took the path initially discovers other people are
taking it, and more and more people have heard about the magical path
that was made by God
a few people try to object, saying it wasn't a path, but the majority chimes
in to say "HE LIES. I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES! STONE HIM!!!" He is stoned to
death, and the others quickly learn to shut their mouths, and let people
remain ignorant, keeping peace within themselves by saying "They're just
ignorant idiots who would stone me if I spoke honestly.. Whatever. I know
the truth; I’ll let them wallow in their blissful ignorance."
those people walk a new path, to avoid the noise of the majority, and the
person who originally made the path, realizing what is occurring feels a
great sadness.. he laments for the mess he had created simply because he
was different. He knows, however, that it was not his intention for this to
happen... That he was simply doing what brought him the most comfort, and
that there was no point in speaking the truth now, because the people
would not hear it. They would only hear their own yelling voices that
never shut up long enough to consider an opposing perspective, and being
a rather soft-spoken individual, he knew he didn't have a chance against
the more naturally extraverted majority..
He sighed, and proceeded to promise himself that he would never again
walk one path so long that it becomes comfortable, because it would only
cause the same situation all over again..
however
he avoids other people, because the truth of what he had done was painful.
he never learns about the fate of the others like him, who were the first to
attempt embracing the novelty he had initially created
those people also begin to realize what had happened, and how grave the
mistake had been between both parties.. they also lament
but
because they were not at fault for the situation, they realize they could
only be at fault for not attempting to right the wrongs that would cause
the virtuous, truthful, and honest people they had known to lose their lives.
They understand better than anyone what it means to be a martyr
there is a great empathy and compassion towards the ones who had
sacrificed their lives for the sake of "good".. doing all that they knew was
right, to the best of their ability
they identified with them, as opposed to discriminating themselves as
being more distinct
they realized that they were, in truth, not above them, and
continue to lament over the irony unique to the human condition..
they could
and some would continue to lament
others would view the new path of novelty that lied adjacent, and it would be
one of mere inspiration.. an ideal path that they hope, once set
straight, the others would follow alongside them in peace
only the solemn wayfarer would have known what this would bring.. the
reasons why peace could not come to exist in a state of perceptual
difference..
he understood that those differences in perception do exist, and that they
are inevitable, but the spirit, the energy that runs through us is pure and indifferent
to circumstance
this would become the burden of him, and a relatively small proportion of
others who committed the same crime out of ignorance
an albatross would hang from all of their necks until few would start to
realize something else
that there was an ideal that wouldn't bring about the same result, and
wouldn't create the same pain
this ideal was.. forgiveness. the action of love. this idea negated the
resentment that the first man had felt, the one that lead him to feel the
need to distinguish the others from himself
it allowed them to fully accept the consequences that had befallen
them, the way he had been as ignorant as they all could possibly be, yet
neutralize the negative energy that he'd left to surround them
and the few began to heal, not only others, but themselves, as they found
new comfort in the wisdom that none of the pain that they could know was
ever their fault to bear, and that in taking it upon themselves, they were
heroes who were saving the self from the pain it willed itself to suffer
from, and that
the more pain they would take from others without allowing themselves to
place blame.. the more they would heal collectively, growing ever closer to
bliss yet again. It was that blame that would symbolically be them accepting
the
illusion as being only as real as their worst past intention and mistake
could truly be a part of their self,
and to exist in such a state would be more unbearable..
some lives were lost, as they were not shown their own unique path to
forgiveness, and thought following the path of another would suffice
the reality was, following a path already taken could not suffice to the
same meaning when they would walk it with different purpose..
the path to forgiveness only truly open itself in full glory to the few that
had heard its calling ringing in their own ears
the others would suffer by pretending to understand it, yet never receiving
its healing powers by walking it with a purpose that was understood
undoubtedly within their own hearts, and so until they changed their
stubborn insistence that they'd seen the path work for others, they couldn't
see their own truth in front of them. they would first have to accept that
they must know their own path, and learn why the path hadn't worked for
them in the past
and that learning would also take blunder. To not be afraid to fall is
pride. It is foolishness to think that what's not learned can be known, let
alone taught, and it was that exact path that the prideful would take.
The prideful denied their own humanity
there were other divisions of pride that were formed.
there were the apathetic, there were the wrathful, there were the
despondent, there were the envious, there were the willfully lazy, the
willfully ignorant, the fearful cowards, and the self-righteous, gluttonous
individuals, there were those who appeased to sensation. those who denied
their hearts (their feelings), those who denied their minds, those who
denied their bodies, those that denied their bias, those that denied their
purpose, those that denied their reality, those that denied their
thoughts, and they all denied their power to make a difference through
recognizing their similarities through the illusion they shared, they all
attempted to deny the existence of the self as it truly is. this was not their
fault until it was known, but after they had heard, to not heed would be
sin.
the price to be paid for such sins would be damnation to an eternity of
suffering in the context of the body. a hell that only they could escape by
discovering the key within themselves and their own faith, by learning to
see through the pain and accept love, and to learning the meaning of the
purpose, rediscovering the path to forgiveness, to know to fight the hate
and the illusion of pain through giving love in return to what they'd
received without expecting to take the same love back in greed, and they
would only then begin to return to nurture and return to their own roots
again
I know what perception is
I know what it truly means to be human
and what all behavior is
why people do what they do
regardless of their situations
regardless of their biology
I know the commonalities in thought process we all share, and what our
biases are by understanding what leads us to think we are different
they appear to be vast, but in actuality, they can be attributed to one
EXTREMELY obvious thing.
the brain grows through making connections, neural pathways, learning to track
patterns, and to develop schemas
the more times a person observes a particularly common pattern(or a pattern
under the threshold of JND,just noticeable difference, which is said to be a
1:10 ratio),
the stronger a connection in our mind grows, and the more strongly we
rely on that pattern
like a path in a forest
at first, it’s grassy, no road, no people, no footprints, kinda rough, and
definitely awkward
one person comes, looking for novelty
they walk that path once, there is a single trail of footprints.. not much, but
a slight impression has been made on the ground
every once and awhile that person deviates from their normal path, the
one other than the new one, to walk the same path because they found it
to be particularly soothing to escape the mundane when they are physically
feeling stressed out
after visiting the path repeatedly, the grass is increasingly worn down, and
you start to see the ground.. the path is more obviously a path
a few more start noticing the novelty of it, and start following that
path, too, at scattered intervals, while it became increasingly habitual to
the first person
the first person doesn't know necessarily others are using that path
but it rapidly becomes the main path for that person, because they became
accustomed to resorting to it in times where they needed relief for stress.
the path itself took on a special meaning to them, and so, every time they
took that path, they felt.. happier, and less stressed, simply because it offered
this strange sense of security and comfort
other people just see it as a convenience, and don't understand that it was
never technically an objective path.. PLACED there by god for their
convenience
they tend to think,"Hey, it's the worn path, therefore it's the proper one. It
was there and I didn't create it, therefore it must have some value greater
than just the value I could give something. It's especially profound."
the one person who took the path initially discovers other people are
taking it, and more and more people have heard about the magical path
that was made by God
a few people try to object, saying it wasn't a path, but the majority chimes
in to say "HE LIES. I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES! STONE HIM!!!" He is stoned to
death, and the others quickly learn to shut their mouths, and let people
remain ignorant, keeping peace within themselves by saying "They're just
ignorant idiots who would stone me if I spoke honestly.. Whatever. I know
the truth; I’ll let them wallow in their blissful ignorance."
those people walk a new path, to avoid the noise of the majority, and the
person who originally made the path, realizing what is occurring feels a
great sadness.. he laments for the mess he had created simply because he
was different. He knows, however, that it was not his intention for this to
happen... That he was simply doing what brought him the most comfort, and
that there was no point in speaking the truth now, because the people
would not hear it. They would only hear their own yelling voices that
never shut up long enough to consider an opposing perspective, and being
a rather soft-spoken individual, he knew he didn't have a chance against
the more naturally extraverted majority..
He sighed, and proceeded to promise himself that he would never again
walk one path so long that it becomes comfortable, because it would only
cause the same situation all over again..
however
he avoids other people, because the truth of what he had done was painful.
he never learns about the fate of the others like him, who were the first to
attempt embracing the novelty he had initially created
those people also begin to realize what had happened, and how grave the
mistake had been between both parties.. they also lament
but
because they were not at fault for the situation, they realize they could
only be at fault for not attempting to right the wrongs that would cause
the virtuous, truthful, and honest people they had known to lose their lives.
They understand better than anyone what it means to be a martyr
there is a great empathy and compassion towards the ones who had
sacrificed their lives for the sake of "good".. doing all that they knew was
right, to the best of their ability
they identified with them, as opposed to discriminating themselves as
being more distinct
they realized that they were, in truth, not above them, and
continue to lament over the irony unique to the human condition..
they could
and some would continue to lament
others would view the new path of novelty that lied adjacent, and it would be
one of mere inspiration.. an ideal path that they hope, once set
straight, the others would follow alongside them in peace
only the solemn wayfarer would have known what this would bring.. the
reasons why peace could not come to exist in a state of perceptual
difference..
he understood that those differences in perception do exist, and that they
are inevitable, but the spirit, the energy that runs through us is pure and indifferent
to circumstance
this would become the burden of him, and a relatively small proportion of
others who committed the same crime out of ignorance
an albatross would hang from all of their necks until few would start to
realize something else
that there was an ideal that wouldn't bring about the same result, and
wouldn't create the same pain
this ideal was.. forgiveness. the action of love. this idea negated the
resentment that the first man had felt, the one that lead him to feel the
need to distinguish the others from himself
it allowed them to fully accept the consequences that had befallen
them, the way he had been as ignorant as they all could possibly be, yet
neutralize the negative energy that he'd left to surround them
and the few began to heal, not only others, but themselves, as they found
new comfort in the wisdom that none of the pain that they could know was
ever their fault to bear, and that in taking it upon themselves, they were
heroes who were saving the self from the pain it willed itself to suffer
from, and that
the more pain they would take from others without allowing themselves to
place blame.. the more they would heal collectively, growing ever closer to
bliss yet again. It was that blame that would symbolically be them accepting
the
illusion as being only as real as their worst past intention and mistake
could truly be a part of their self,
and to exist in such a state would be more unbearable..
some lives were lost, as they were not shown their own unique path to
forgiveness, and thought following the path of another would suffice
the reality was, following a path already taken could not suffice to the
same meaning when they would walk it with different purpose..
the path to forgiveness only truly open itself in full glory to the few that
had heard its calling ringing in their own ears
the others would suffer by pretending to understand it, yet never receiving
its healing powers by walking it with a purpose that was understood
undoubtedly within their own hearts, and so until they changed their
stubborn insistence that they'd seen the path work for others, they couldn't
see their own truth in front of them. they would first have to accept that
they must know their own path, and learn why the path hadn't worked for
them in the past
and that learning would also take blunder. To not be afraid to fall is
pride. It is foolishness to think that what's not learned can be known, let
alone taught, and it was that exact path that the prideful would take.
The prideful denied their own humanity
there were other divisions of pride that were formed.
there were the apathetic, there were the wrathful, there were the
despondent, there were the envious, there were the willfully lazy, the
willfully ignorant, the fearful cowards, and the self-righteous, gluttonous
individuals, there were those who appeased to sensation. those who denied
their hearts (their feelings), those who denied their minds, those who
denied their bodies, those that denied their bias, those that denied their
purpose, those that denied their reality, those that denied their
thoughts, and they all denied their power to make a difference through
recognizing their similarities through the illusion they shared, they all
attempted to deny the existence of the self as it truly is. this was not their
fault until it was known, but after they had heard, to not heed would be
sin.
the price to be paid for such sins would be damnation to an eternity of
suffering in the context of the body. a hell that only they could escape by
discovering the key within themselves and their own faith, by learning to
see through the pain and accept love, and to learning the meaning of the
purpose, rediscovering the path to forgiveness, to know to fight the hate
and the illusion of pain through giving love in return to what they'd
received without expecting to take the same love back in greed, and they
would only then begin to return to nurture and return to their own roots
again
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