I don't encounter HATRED from the normies so much as uneasy toleration and incomprehension. I'm an infantry veteran who's moved around, worked a lot of jobs, in recovery, lived in my car for awhile... you get the idea. I feel liberated by the lessons I've learned and the habits I've developed. I feel truly confident and at peace most of every day. I go to the beach most mornings to meditate. I go to a local Hindu Temple or to church on the weekends. I try to dedicate my free time to reading and writing and volunteering at a nursing home and doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I have many friends and am now stable financially. I think that I am truly awake, although it's never a final destination- more like a lifetime process.
Then I go on Hinge (a dating app) to interact with women (mostly) in their 30's and I feel like I've come from another planet (or they have). I get matches and dates and I can't complain but the whole process is very lonely. There are millions of people in my country who are basically closed to me in any meaningful way by my experiences (and theirs). I don't encounter hatred, but I don't encounter much understanding either.
Ah so that’s interesting and you’re getting at something I was actually thinking about while writing this one but wasn’t aiming for. This poem is more about the dangers of opening yourself up to evil spirits. The idea that that people aren’t truly conscious or “real” is a separate one worth exploring. It makes me feel uncomfortable because I don’t like the idea that actual living breathing human beings are only semi-autonomous husks but maybe there is something missing. And maybe that missing piece can be found.
On a serious note though, for me, your poem was making me think about the dangers of complacency. Kind of like that part in the Bible where there was the pharisee who was all like, "God thank you for not making me like THAT cringe tax collector over there!" and then the tax collector is just like, "God help me I'm so cringe," and then Jesus is like the second dude is the one who sees what's really going on with his soul. If we think that we're over our faults, or, if we think that our faults aren't as bad as others, well, that's just making room for worse faults, or "tenants", to come in.
So yeah. Thanks for making me think about all that with your lovely little poem. :)
I think I am.
I don't encounter HATRED from the normies so much as uneasy toleration and incomprehension. I'm an infantry veteran who's moved around, worked a lot of jobs, in recovery, lived in my car for awhile... you get the idea. I feel liberated by the lessons I've learned and the habits I've developed. I feel truly confident and at peace most of every day. I go to the beach most mornings to meditate. I go to a local Hindu Temple or to church on the weekends. I try to dedicate my free time to reading and writing and volunteering at a nursing home and doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I have many friends and am now stable financially. I think that I am truly awake, although it's never a final destination- more like a lifetime process.
Then I go on Hinge (a dating app) to interact with women (mostly) in their 30's and I feel like I've come from another planet (or they have). I get matches and dates and I can't complain but the whole process is very lonely. There are millions of people in my country who are basically closed to me in any meaningful way by my experiences (and theirs). I don't encounter hatred, but I don't encounter much understanding either.
Ah so that’s interesting and you’re getting at something I was actually thinking about while writing this one but wasn’t aiming for. This poem is more about the dangers of opening yourself up to evil spirits. The idea that that people aren’t truly conscious or “real” is a separate one worth exploring. It makes me feel uncomfortable because I don’t like the idea that actual living breathing human beings are only semi-autonomous husks but maybe there is something missing. And maybe that missing piece can be found.
Either way, I appreciate the comment.
Matthew 12:43-45
Exactly.
I am not as awake as I will be with more coffee.
On a serious note though, for me, your poem was making me think about the dangers of complacency. Kind of like that part in the Bible where there was the pharisee who was all like, "God thank you for not making me like THAT cringe tax collector over there!" and then the tax collector is just like, "God help me I'm so cringe," and then Jesus is like the second dude is the one who sees what's really going on with his soul. If we think that we're over our faults, or, if we think that our faults aren't as bad as others, well, that's just making room for worse faults, or "tenants", to come in.
So yeah. Thanks for making me think about all that with your lovely little poem. :)
Hey you’re welcome. You actually had it right the first time: it’s about coffee.
I’m glad you picked up on a lot of those things. This is an explicitly Biblical poem.
Are you suggesting we aren't so back?
No. It’s not intended to be political or topical at all. I think I maybe should have called this one “Be Careful.”
Out with the demon, in with the Holy Spirit.
Beautiful.
That’s the spirit!
Good poem.
Thank you sir.