On humility 

I am DC Gunnersen, watching the world from Southern California, part philosopher, part poet, part psychologist, and always restless in my soul. I write about ethics and philosophy, depression but beneath all of it runs one quiet current: we are fragile, and that fragility can either destroy us or teach us humility. I do not pretend to have perfect answers, because I know my thinking is limited, prone to confabulation, and forever unfinished; that knowledge keeps me humble and grounded.

Humility, for me, begins with seeing our own weaknesses clearly, not as a verdict of worthlessness, but as the starting point of honest growth. When I write that we must “surrender to humility” and “learn it, embrace it, master it, teach it,” I am pointing to a practice of listening to feedback, accepting vulnerability, and refusing to become our own liability. Humility is not passive; it is an active balancing of our flaws with the resolve to refine ourselves with scrutiny and patience.

I am a free-independent thinker, wary of dogma and illusions of invincibility, and humility is the safeguard against my own certainty. Knowing that human intelligence is not static, that perspectives change, I hold my conclusions lightly and stay open to correction. This stance allows me to critique systems, beliefs, and myself without pretending I stand outside the human mess I describe.

In my work I often expose hypocrisy—talking of wisdom while worshiping screens, preaching depth while chasing shallow validation. These confessions are not accusations aimed only at others; they are mirrors held up to my own contradictions. Humility here means admitting I am part of the condition I analyze, that I trip over the same wires of ego and fear.

The blog is a reflection of the world through my eyes, but it is also a reflection of my limits. I write about suffering and vulnerability because I believe they open us to deeper connection and empathy, if we are humble enough to let them. I see frailty not as an embarrassment to hide, but as the raw material for strength, wisdom, and authenticity.

Humility, then, is an essential way forward through our life challenges: it lets us forgive, not just for the “sole sake” of others, but for the “sake of the soul” that has been wounded. It teaches us to accept responsibility for our choices, to grow from our mistakes, and to keep our hearts open even when we have been hurt. It is how we stand in the fragments of our understanding and still reach for deeper truths.

Anyone who reads thundergodblog.com steps into this ongoing exploration: a realistic, sometimes raw look at the human condition that still insists on hope. They encounter psychological insight framed in simple language, poetry that makes vulnerability feel human rather than shameful, and a perspective that treats humility as both a discipline and a liberation. In that space, they can see their own struggles mirrored back with honesty and reverence, and perhaps find the courage to walk more gently—with themselves and with others.

I stand here small, beneath a thinking sky.

My proud ideas learn how to bend and heal.

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I thought I knew, but could not answer why.

My limits drew the border of what’s real.

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I name my flaws, not as a final scar.

I call them soil where living roots can start.

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I chased the light as if it lived afar.

It waited quietly inside my heart.

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I spoke so loud that wisdom lost its place.

I learned that listening cuts through the noise.

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I saw my weakness written on my face.

And saw in cracks the entrance into poise.

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I preached of truth while staring at a screen.

My restless soul knelt down before its glow.

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I felt the shame of all I had not been.

Humility said, “Stay, and you will grow.”

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I tried to stand above the human storm.

The thunder answered, “You are made of this.”

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I found my strength in being less than warm.

When tears fell free, they washed the mask of bliss.

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I sought control in every turning day.

The world replied with fragments I can’t hold.

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I learned to walk with questions on the way.

And let unknowns turn arrogance to gold.

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I fought myself, became my own worst weight.

I judged my heart for trembling in the dark.

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Then gentle words unlatched the rusted gate.

Humility stepped in and left a mark.

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I saw that pain could open hidden doors.

That wounds could speak a language clear and true.

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I let my pride fall silent on the floor.

And suddenly the world looked partly new.

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I met my guilt and did not turn aside.

I faced the harm my careless steps had done.

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In honest grief, a softer strength arrived.

Forgiveness rose and faced the broken sun.

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I watched my thoughts confess they might be wrong.

I felt my logic tremble, then unfold.

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In every doubt, a place where I belong.

A field of questions gleaming like pure gold.

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I saw how fragile every mind can be.

How reason slips, how stories fall apart.

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I chose to live with open mystery.

And guard a quiet kindness in my heart.

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I write these lines to share the view I see.

A world of fragile souls who still endure.

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If we stay humble in our agony.

Our brokenness can make our vision pure.

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So when life strikes and strips you to the bone.

Remember this from one who walks that road.

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You do not face this heavy weight alone.

Humility will help you lift the load.

DCG

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Yet here I stand 

see the walls you raise,

built from pain you cannot show,


Yet here I stand, a patient guide

through shadows that you know.


Your silence is a language

pain taught your heart to speak,


But my faith gives me courage, gentle strength that will not leak.
Your fears are roots as old as wounds left by your father’s hand,
I sense the trembling in your soul that few could ever understand.
But I don’t flinch from what’s unseen, or from the days you run and hide,


Instead I’ll always reach for you—your journey is my greatest pride.
For healing moves in circles wide, not lines that curve and end,
And every time you stumble, dear, I’ll lift you once again.


If shame and sorrow bind you still, in chains you never chose,
My love will be a steady light each time your old fear grows.


You think you are the sum of hurt, of parents who could not stay,
But I see the woman fighting through, her heart lost in the fray


Each setback is not final, nor proof of doomed defeat,


We kneel together in the faith that makes our union sweet.


I know the path is jagged, and patience wears so thin,


Yet with every scar uncovered, I pray new trust begins.


You’re not required to fix yourself, nor please me with your grace,
It’s only asked you let me in, to share this hallowed space.


Because your worth’s not measured by how fast you heal anew,


Or by the perfect grace you show—your value is just you.
I’ll be here through the winters, and when hope feels far away,
As long as it takes, I’ll stay and stay—by your gentle side, I’ll stay

RSP

DCG

Breathe deeply

Release of anxiety

Release of any trauma

Forgiveness must be made

To let go of any drama

Breathe deeply

Pain has an unrelenting hold

Have faith to let go

Face the truth or so I am told 

Maybe it’s denial

Not facing up to your pain

Using a bad coping strategy

Going around and around again

For the avoidant

They will rarely ever learn

If you keep yourself busy enough to make a turn

You will always yearn

Sometimes the child within us

Has never learned to grow

Be very cautious

To those who are unwilling or afraid to show

RSP

DCG

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It warms my heart 

It warms my heart

When you express yourself to me

The excitement of a new job

A new opportunity

Not sure why I seek this connection

I seem to be drawn to you

I yearn to be close

Another déjà vu

Been three months since New Year’s days eve

It was such a great night

But I’m not sure what to believe

From the day I took notice

You have been in my heart and on my mind

Only wanting to know you better

But I think there were things about yourself you didn’t want me to find.

Did I form a trauma bond?

Or was it more than hypnotic empathy?

The connection for me was real

If I misunderstood, then please forgive me 

I do find joy in the feelings that you share

Your well-being means something to me

What is hard is that I see the internal conflict

And then I also see you respond positively

I know if you wanted something more

You would let me know

Whether you consider me a friend

Or whether you consider me a beau

RSP

DCG

Do not feign virtue

The everyday man and woman 

The salt of the earth

The only question

Do you know your worth?

Even a pillar of the community

Will stumble and lose their way

Just look to our political debates

So many have gone astray

Do not feign virtue

It cannot be given or sold

It must be earned

Not only shown in the church, but also out on the street in the cold

Tribal community can be fickle

Many abundant colloquialisms found

Not rooted in truth

The loss of integrity abound

DCG

Honesty 

Why do we lie?

Is it difficult to tell the truth?

How do we measure in adulthood?

How do we measure up in our youth?

It takes character and courage to be truthful

We must first solve the problem of self deception

Before we can enter a relationship

When we may battle the fear of rejection

in many cases

It will not be clear

The respect we may earn

Over the judgment that we fear

But this is not to say

we should blurt out everything we think

Sometimes we can acknowledge and elude the truth

Along with a wink

In any example there exists

The fail-safe of humanity

The power of forgiveness

The way to keep our sanity

“Exoneration is not for the sole sake of relieving guilt. But for the sake of the soul we do not want to deplete. My reason to forgive.”

DCG

DCG

A Foundation for the Subdued: An Ethics Fable

Honesty

A hard notion to share

When you look at yourself

Even harder to square

When we have skill to discern others

We become adept when we look about

The trouble with this activity

When we peer within ourselves we tend to hideout

The fear of rejection

The worry of disquietude

The dismay of our failures

A foundation for the subdued

Clever is the Captain

Take the helm and lead

Using the Sextant to navigate

Never inclined to secede

The problems of holding back

We impede a possible instruction

Without others as an audience

We avoid finding any obstruction

The temerity of our influence

Upon the golden mean we impose

Whereupon lies the answer

In the delivery of what we chose

Break not away from truthfulness

Cast not your pearls before swine

But to this I will implore you

Be honest and draw a straight line

 


DCG

 

Charades of Candor

 

Studies in human behavior show that we can become strongly influenced by others demonstrating our need to belong.  This may seem acceptable depending on the modeled behaviors or attitudes we observe, but on closer inspection, deeper implications on the kinds of messages and perspectives we pick up and internalize from others are evident.

Do we subconsciously conceal our true natures with the incentive for acceptance into other groups?  And if the values differ, did we subdue our previously learned values because of societal pressures, or because our current psychological and/or physical needs are not being met?  Was it a process of subjugating our once valued ideals to align with the pressures of the social contexts we placed upon ourselves if indeed the values are not in alignment?  If we turn to the finding in the Stanford Prison Experiment, it may shed some light onto these questions.

Stanford University psychology professor Philip Zimbardo in 1971 conducts a psychological experiment to test the hypothesis that the personality traits of prisoners and guards are the chief cause of abusive behavior between them. In the experiment, Zimbardo selects twenty-four male students to participate in a 7–14 day prison simulation to take roles as prisoners or guards.  They receive $15 per day.  The experiment is conducted in a mock prison located in the basement of Jordan Hall, the University Psychology building.  The students who are guards become abusive, as does Zimbardo himself.  Two students who play the role of prisoners quit the experiment early, and the entire experiment is abruptly stopped after only six days.  The U.S. Office of Naval Research provides the funding for the experiment and U.S. Navy and the Marine Corps both show interest in this investigation into the causes of conflict between military guards and prisoners.  The implications of these experiments show how multitudes of human interactions can impose and influence peoples behavior given specific sets of circumstances established in social settings.

If we look at the countless examples of how children rebel against their family mores and go off on another direction when they become teens, or if we look at the cultural phenomena of how the rise of punk rock was reactionary to the classic rock era, then we may draw conclusions upon the underlying psychological factors that impel the changes in the newer generations?

The question I often ask is when these changes of expression occur, are people consciously aware of their motivation?  Is it because there is something missing and not fulfilling the people willing to change the course of their psychological values?  This is of course a very broad stroke to make in assuming that these values are different.  Perhaps it is in the expressions of the person that differ, but not the underlying values of those expressions?  Perhaps they can be mutually exclusive and co-exist?  The point of contention is really the cases of people who are not artistically seeking new directions, but rather those who change their values to become a part of a divergent group.  The direction is clearly different and easily distinguishable for others to see in many cases that involve dramatic physical changes.

This scenario would include someone who dramatically changes their appearance to fit into another group of newly formed friendships.  Tattoo’s, implants and piercings for those who are decorating their bodies with ornamentation that in many instances their parents would not approve if done in extreme measures might be the example to study.

Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD), also termed body dysmorphia or dysmorphic syndrome, is a mental disorder via obsessive preoccupation with a perceived defect in one’s own appearance, viewed as so severe as to warrant exceptional measures to hide or fix it.  If the flaw is actual, its importance is severely exaggerated.  BDD is categorized in the obsessive–compulsive spectrum.

Usually starting during adolescence, BDD is a fairly common mental disorder, affects men and women roughly equally, and may occur in some 1% to 2% of the population.  In fear of being thought vain, persons experiencing BDD tend to keep the preoccupation secret, and BDD is severely underdiagnosed.  Severely impairing quality of life, BDD can lead to social isolation and involves especially high rates of suicidal ideation.  Clearly the cases below would indicate that these people have no secrets to the expression of their selves.

Girl With Implants Forehead And Extreme Piercing

Extreme Face Tattoo And Lower Lip Punched

Forehead Implants And Extreme Piercings

 

But more interesting still are those who do not consciously know they are changing their values.  Those who form new friendships, become involved with new organizations of people personally and professionally sharing something maybe familiar, yet some forms of differentiation are not openly shared.  The individual in them withholds overtly shown behaviors and personal information as to not disrupt the status quo from within a group.  For the average person, this may seem to be subtle and is the primary purpose for this post.  Questioning the very natures of those that are seeking some kind of alternative experience begs the question about wanting to belong.  The changing process they undergo during this transition is something worth investigating.  Do their values change during this transition?

But of course there is a pendulum swing that goes all the way to the other vantage points; those that are out of the ordinary.  Like those seeking alternative lifestyles as depicted in the Stanley Kubrick’s 1999 film Eyes Wide Shut.  This film goes deeper than just those just looking out for new ways to spice up their relationships, or new ways to express themselves sexually.

From Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut

Not only is this film about a mysterious, perhaps murderous, secret society, it is drenched in allusions to the New World Order cabal.  Occult symbols like the pentagram can be found throughout the film, as well as multiple references to rainbows and looking glasses… Eyes Wide Shut, the phrase itself, is a calling card among secret societies, meaning ‘my eyes are shut to your misdeeds, brother.’  This anonymity is required of the participants, otherwise the society’s wealthy elite would be revealed.  For as one character in the film says, “If I told you their names I don’t think you’d sleep so well.”

[Kubrick] died only days after submitting the first cut of the film to Warner Brothers.  At this point, the film was commandeered by Warner Brothers and heavily edited… Is it possible that this scene and others originally contained images and/or dialogue that illuminated the New World Order in a way that was dangerous to their privacy?  Was Kubrick trying to out the secret society, or at least toy with their heads?

It’s clear that Eyes Wide Shut is about a secret society, though the film is up for interpretation about whether they are truly dangerous or simply wealthy, bored New Yorker’s looking for a good time.  Whatever the true nature of this film expresses, it is only another expression of how we humans organize and sometimes put ourselves at risk when we pursue choices outside of our comfort zones.  Choices that sometimes lead us down a path that will challenge our values, and possibly change the way we see ourselves.  We may indeed compromise some trusted values only to replace them with a result that we may not have bargained for, or we may discover something that provided us with new insights on just who we really are.

But to know just who we really are, one must first ask those questions like…”What am I willing to stand for?  What is it that I value?”  When our friendships have lasted for many years with some people, I think the answer for the sustainability in the friendship is because we identify with them despite the years that have gone by.  But we can also see that some of our friendships do not stand this test of time.  Does this mean we have somehow become disenchanted from them because we either lack a frequency in contact, or maybe it is the distance between us, or possibly it is because of a difference in our values expressed?  For me the interest lies in knowing if people indeed are aware of when these changes occur and how they represent them to other people in their lives.

Thus the seeds of charade begins to play out in their lives if they find that they still want to associate with some people, but find that the similarities become less and less as time goes by.  The painful examples are evident in all the unhappily married couples that have grown apart, but co-exist to maintain the illusion of a family whether it be for the children’s sake, or for a financial decision that takes precedent over their happiness.  To give the facade any legitimacy they must express charades of candor to others in their lives, and tragically they must express this quietly to themselves; a constant reminder of the state of being they find themselves attached and enslaved to.

How well our politicians subvert the populace and play this charade is all to evident in human history when they promise one thing publicly, but silently act differently with their powers.  The reason politics has earned a bad name is precisely due to the secretive behaviors our elected public figures enact.  But to me the tragedy is still in the realm of our friendships, and relationships on the interpersonal level of communication we see in day-to-day life.  When was the last time you gave yourself a mirror check?  What say you?

 

 

Are we authentic?  Or are we acting?  Do we see the world as a stage?

Acting for all the world is a stage!

 

 

 

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