When expectation and reality collide

When expectation

And reality collide

What do you get?

What do you hide?

Contingent on your belief

Contingent on your assessment

Are you at risk?

Do you have an emotional investment?

Now what do you do?

Egg on your face?

Make an excuse?

Another time, another place?

Does it really surprise you?

How good can you get?

We are just human

Or did you forget?

The arrogance of ego

Will make its play

A priori ?

What do you say?

DCG

Fiction is fiction

Because we can name something

It does not make it de facto reality

So much is already debated

Especially our objectivity

Kant said A Priori

In critique of pure reason

For the absolute empiricist

This would be high treason

Fiction is fiction

No matter how you translate

There are limits to the imangineer

Just how do they speculate?

Pixie dust and fairy tales

Witchcraft and wolves bane

Alchemy and the philosophers stone

How much longer will they remain?

Today some will argue what is a woman?

And that men can have an abortion

Only one generation removed

From psychotic distortion

The problem is not

How many believe?

In twelve angry men

Who were the ones deceived?

Wittgenstein noted

We play language games

We create these problems

Simply by using these names

Many become confused

About the world that they see

How can they be satisfied?

How can they be freed?

DCG

If only in the shadow of clarity

The mind will create

A fiction, a myth, a way to explain

To decipher a reality

That we wish to retain

We have limited ability

The flaws of our reason have surely been told

The errors of our thinking throughout our history

There is much to behold

Some ideas act as a placebo

It makes you feel better if you believe

Yet it remains untrue

It is you that you deceive

Reality is not a subject

That we can all agree

Whether it be ethics

Or whether it be epistemology

The search for a universal

The search of a collectivity

May not ever be realized

If only in the shadow of clarity

Common sense is not common

Our logic will often betray

Our better sense of judgement

A logical argument in decay

The political academics

Argue over political philosophy

This is precisely why the constitution was born

To stifle any attempt with tyranny

DCG

Or are we just brutes?

Rise in the East

Set in the West

The human perspective

In continual unrest

As sure as the the Sun is observed in the sky

The people will debate

And always ask why?

Let me count the ways

Religion and tribal paganism

Had us all in a hold

The newest authority scientism

We do as we are told

Copernicus, Ptolemy and Galileo

Like Da Vinci wrote in a code

Steven Meyer meets Darwin

Which paradigm will implode?

So if we left the Garden

Harnessed knowledge from the fruit

Are we not gods?

Or are we just brutes?

DCG

Truth does not fear investigation

Truth does not fear investigation

Many investigations do not find the truth

Human minds are falible

You can observe this every day if you want proof

No matter what the subject

No matter what the thought

What matters is how you argue

What matters is how you fought

Your logic will bring you to answers

That you must reconcile and sustain

Can you meet the criterion?

What is it you wish to attain?

If you bend the findings to your liking

If you posit any bias into your view

The results will possibly please you

Yet the result may not be true

We may never truly know the answers

For the questions we fail to ask

And surely we fall into trouble

When we think we are up to the task

We must somehow steer for the middle

As both extremes will drive us mad

Logic and common senses

Are all we really ever had

DCG

Sedition from Bondage

The key of captivity

Lies in the ability of the mind

Break the cycle of learned helplessness

Your freedom you will find

The fundamentals of illusion

Breed attachment and pain

When trapped in the problem

The solution we search for is in vain

Become the escape artist

Study the trap you are in

Visualize the possibilities

Become the Houdini and begin

The levels and degrees of servitude

We levy or subjugate

We mold our reality

Much of what we create

What is the sound of one hand clapping?

Teacher enticing student to see

Constructs in our minds

Can also be just folly

The statement below is false

The statement above is true

A liars paradox

Another Waterloo

The duck or the rabbit?

Wittgenstein would ask

Which will give way?

Which one will last?

The Zen koan, the Greek paradox, and Wittgenstein

All demonstrate a vantage point to see

Problems of human reasoning

All contingent on how we will be

DCG

Your Bona Fides should Represent

We may find out as children

When parents can lead us astray

They tell us how the world works

Until we find out the error of their ways

I am told many things about the world

With little evidence, faulty reasoning and bias not far behind

Despite ignorance and poor role modeling

We must still search for a truth that we can find

We are an agency in the population

There are many challenges we meet with resistance

Our own accounting

Our own insistence

If you speak out and criticize

Your bona fides should represent

Something to backup your claims

Something to ground your intent

Too many times we are not cogent

Not in thought, not in mind

Often we may say things

But oh so maligned

DCG

The Skeptic in me

In past days I remember conversations I’ve held with friends about topics that held my attention.  I once was instructed by a friend that there is no meaning when we ask the “why” questions about academic psychological inquiries.  I understood the implications of this analysis, but the philosopher in me continues to ask the “why” questions even to this day.  Mind you, this was back in the early nineteen-eighties when I was a psychology student and I seemed to question everything.  I was thirsty for knowledge, and my studies directed me in paradigms that for me demanded further clarification.  My friend whom had asserted his position was far more advanced in this field than I was, yet I seemed to be driven by a beat to a different drummer.

No matter what paradigmatic psychological school of thought you tend to follow, the basic questions I asked went beyond the psychological realm.  Thus I entered into the realm of philosophy when I started to ask these types of questions.  Even when I was a psychology student, the philosopher in me still thrived years before I decided to double my major in both disciplines.

I can’t really remember the exact topics at the time of this conversation, but I still remember the response of my friend to my questioning these matters that were of interest to me.  Maybe this is the reason I decided to also major in Philosophy.  Maybe this is also the beginning of the Skeptic in me.

Ironically I consider myself gravitating to the pragmatic philosophies of the world, yet I am still intrigued by many other differing types of philosophical thought.  What stirs up a person to question their reality?  Why do people become skeptical?  Perhaps it is because they find conflicting information in what they see, read, and are told to believe as conditions they should except?  Is it that there are fundamental issues with these assertions that contradict their notions of reliability?

However the rubber meets the road, we are still vaulted forward into discovery by our very nature of asking questions, and this is how many approach to learn about their world; by asking questions.  I do not know all of the reasons that led me to become inquisitive.  I only know that I am that way.  I am not always inclined to act in this way, yet much of my being has an affinity with acting in this way.

There are many ancient skeptical schools of philosophy.  Foundations of these schools come from India, Zen Buddhist, Chinese, and Greek schools, as well as the foundations from later Western schools of thought expressed by David Hume, René Descartes, and Immanuel Kant.  I do not draw on these schools directly into their epistemological constructions as my form of skepticism is tied closer to matters associated with social pragmatic implications.

Doubt can be a useful tool.  It is the basis for discovery into any assertion made.  When we are told what to believe with little evidence, we can either accept it, challenge it, or dismiss it.  I speak more of a way to diffuse opinion than to uncover the metaphysical and epistemological domains of human knowledge.  You may think it is preposterous to live by such examinations, but sometimes it can help us achieve a better understanding of our place in this world.

I must say that before I knew anything about Skepticism, it was in my nature to ask these questions despite my intellectual foundations.  Why did I ask them?  Because I received information that somehow needed further explanation to understand it than to simply accept it as it was received.  I was predisposed to question these types of questions.  If we look further into my history, and we have demonstrated that it was not an intellectual awakening that summoned this spawn of thought, than where will we find the genesis of my disposition?  Maybe the environment in which I was raised?

I was born into a family that did not quite understand the meaning of “intimacy.”  The struggle to impart any kind of a healthy world view and skill of becoming a successful person in relationships, were not the best of what my parents could offer.  My family had a difficult time just relating to one another my entire life, as with many families who face some of these intimacy issues.  As I matured, I withdrew into my own perceptions and observations about the world as it unfolded.  I was both the master and / or the slave upon which my beliefs conducted me into this brave new world.  I sense that that my family’s interactive behavior had ultimately led me on a lifelong quest to find some answers to the questions that has perplexed so many of us from time to time.  Due to the insatiable need that grew within me, questions began to emerge from a skepticism that was derived from the foundation of my family’s interactions and was conveyed through my own family experience.  I have always loved my family and wanted closer connections, but my skills to achieve this were not yet formed.

I think this was the impetus of my approach to the world as I became the person known as me.  The fundamental skeptical foundation that led me to question what I was told to see the world as it was by proxy of my family’s influence.  Moreover, I did on my own accord because the information I was receiving was not satisfying my sense of the world.  I had independent confirmation and differences of interpretation to how I encountered the world that was in direct conflict with what I was told.  Thus the philosopher in me expressed itself into the world.

Today I am still questioning, I am still drawn to asking questions we are told about the world we live in, but not from my family’s input, rather it is from the world at large: the powers that be!

Clearly there has never been such a push for a dystopian era in past decades then our current situation worldwide.  History has shown many such examples, yet we have not learned much from these as our push for a multicultural civilization is thrust upon us.  Today I question multiculturalism which I argue is what globalist’s want to achieve as opposed to a multi-ethnic community that has indisputably existed around the world without massive inharmonious complications given one factor: that the multi-ethnic communities adopt the ethical foundations of the land such as the American experiment of governance among other Western Democracies.

What say you?

 

 

A Pocketful of Tolerance and Heartache

An emotional cost is witnessed

The only return on the investment I made

‘Tis a pocketful of tolerance and heartache

‘Tis of this in which I have paid

I am not the ideal example

There is no pedestal for me

I try to live the best I can

But all I have to tell you is what I have to see

A struggle can be an opportunity

In struggle we can find our strengths

Sometimes the opportunity is lost

When we find too many imposing constraints

There are often unspoken assumptions

In the social presumptions we make

We tell ourselves that they are real

But we should test them to see if they are fake

How can we make sense out of the world?

We can’t even make sense out of our life

What is the cause of this frustration?

What is the cause of this strife?

Perhaps we take part in this deception

Perhaps we miscalculate our views

Place another one down the line of our query

Place another one in the back of the Que

Is there relativity in our observations?

Does the standard move from line to line?

Again from situation to situation?

Through the ethereal space or through those of us bound in time?

How do we decide this ethic?

Who gets to draw the lines?

How do we meet our standards?

When do we undermine?

DCG

At the End of the Day

So you think you’ve got it all figured out

You’ve taken all the classes

You’ve read all the books

Where does it leave you at the end of the day?

When your friends stop listening?

Are you angry? Were you led astray?

Why do you invest in this energy?

Are your neighbors alienated?

Are your children convinced?

Are their egos deflated and their transgressions rinsed?

Think you have the high moral ground?

Think you have the better view?

Better think again

There is always something new

The minute you think you have it right

The second you believe it’s true

Somebody else will break it up

Someone else will find some fault in you

God knows we try

God knows we want what’s right

God help us

Prideful children running blindly into the night

Don’t tread on me

Don’t make me concede

Don’t make me obey

Don’t make me Plead

I’m independent

Not into the group think

I think for myself

Am I on the brink?

So you think you’ve got it all figured out

You’ve taken all the classes

You’ve read all the books

Where does it leave you at the end of the day?

When your friends stop listening?

Are you angry? Were you led astray?

DCG