Enrich a life to Survive


Ethics should have a deep root

In everything that we do

Our treatment of other people

Of ourselves

And of politics too

We have all been wronged

But there are many who don’t know why

Disassociate from yourself and others

The amoral have no need to lie

What happened to our culture and people?

A devil’s ego that lives within

Excludes themselves from others morality

This herein lies the sin

A destruction of family and values

An educational system designed to fail

America’s literacy rate of 17 percent

The proof in the pudding of this tale

The greatest threat to western society

When migrants do not assimilate

If they care not of liberty yet demand equality

There defines the cultural checkmate

So if these words reach you

Keep our values alive

Educate and teach to others

Enrich a life to survive

DCG

What is worst?


Actions speak louder than words

We will all experience betrayal in life

But what is worst?

The betrayal itself we conspire

Or being in denial without our knowledge of it first?

Lack of objectivity?

Self-deception?

How can you hold yourself accountable?

With the flaws in self- perception?

What will be the muse that guides you?

What will be the ruse that divides you?

How will you navigate?

Set your compass in the sea?

Where do you fix the North Star?

Set the course in our humanity?

DCG

My Reason to Forgive


I’ve contemplated my behavior

Always wanting to be on the right side of my wrongs

But this focus will also shed

Much of the error within others and where it belongs

We can only control what is in our power

We must forgive others the folly of their deceit

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

The Quicksand of the Soul


Attachment

The quicksand of the soul

Siddhartha mustered this insight

So many, many years ago

How do I know?

How do I relate?

Do I make this up?

Do I confabulate?

How many paths?

How many ways?

We can seduce ourselves

Clinging to this fantasy gaze

Fear not my compatriots

The wisdom comes from age

Tempered in the forge of reality

Allow the mind to disengage

….

DCG

Surrender


Cut me loose

From this chain

A metaphysical bond

I call my name

Surrender to the wind

A reed bends and sways

If it does not

It will break if it stays

Surrender to the water

Mud will sink to the river bed

Undisturbed by the current

Running downstream ahead

Surrender to the mantra

Let the mind rest

No inventory of thoughts

To keep you enmeshed

Surrender

DCG

Paid my Dues


Paid my dues

No one owed me anything

Earned my way

Maybe sometimes under the angels wing

I roll with the punches

Don’t always get what I want

But when it comes down to it

Do or die on with the hunt

Don’t know if you can teach this

Don’t know when I was taught

Boils down to character I guess

Either gifted or sought

But let’s be honest

I’ve tumbled many times with scars still there

I pray to be humble

Not too salty

When balanced I’m aware

The darkest of times

Lies not in the absence of light

But in the absence of faith

Thinking there will never ever be any cessation of night

Call it a miracle

Call it chance

Swear into the wind

Or stay in a trance

Become the person

Your past self will appreciate

Inspire by beating adversity

Get on with the Chase

Love conquers all

See with your heart

Heal the wounds

Make a new start

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?