“Damnit Vincent I’m serious! Don’t go down there.” Samuel says, “They already got willie! Them sheep ain’t like other sheep.”
Vincent laughs, “You must be high.” as he trots down the hill toward the herd.
Samuel follows reluctantly.
“Look Samuel, there’s no Shepard. These sheep are sitting ducks.”
“Don’t you think that is a little suspicious?!” Samuel insists.
“You’re starting to piss me off!”, Vincent snaps.
Vincent disappears into the herd. A few seconds latter sounds of fighting erupt from the block of sheep. Then the sound of a dog yipping and whimpering. A sheep skips out to the edge of the herd, its face drenched in blood and the leg of a wolf hanging from its mouth. The sheep chews calmly as it stares unflinchingly at Samuel.
‘Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.’ — Malcolm X. As writing may be used as a tool of releasing anger, to write may be counterproductive.
Philosophers put pen to paper or, more often lately, hit keys on a keyboard often in an attempt to inspire change. But what change does this writing realy inspire? Those of us who aim to create change actually work toward change; We don’t sit around telling others what they should do.
So what does writing accomplish? In most cases – nothing. It only spills our most valuable insights into our notebooks and laptops only providing us with a false sense of accomplishment and relieving us of our need to see real change.
As we grow older
Ache for legs to stand
Stand up now
Fault the shrub
For not being tall
Is no tree
Come to life again
Green from snow
Try to cut us down
Weeds will not be pulled
There was that place
The curve of your face
That scar only I knew about
And I could read you like brail
Lust inevitably fails
When the chemicals all fade to doubt
I saw your face last September
Not what I remember
That sea in your eyes starts to fade
And it’s not that I miss you
I don’t know how she is you
She was just a broken charade
Holding onto a dream
This space in my brain has changed
The shadow of new
Caged in pictures of you
But reality has rearranged
According to James Fowler’s Stages of Faith, the 5th stage of faith rejects logic and the 6th may be measured by the absense of worry in one’s life. (http://www.psychologycharts.com/james-fowler-stages-of-faith.html)
But, the way I understand it, logic is of God. To better understand the world is to better understand God. While there may be, and certainly will be, limits to my understanding of the world, the recognition of this truth does not dismiss the pursuit of knowledge. Contrarily, it invites a greater pursuit of knowledge. Secondly, to have no concerns is irrational. We are humans, bound by human experience. Although our pursuits may shift toward intangible aspects of life, as humans, our experience of this world is limited by these human bodies. As humans, we experience pain and pleasure as a result of the nerve endings in our bodies and chemicals in our brains. As pain is a naturally undesirable aspect of human life, pain avoidance is a natural part of human motivation. It is only natural that we plan ways to avoid pain. Enlightenment does not require that one be worry-free, but rather that one does not let his/her worries consume him/her. What will be will be perfectly as it will be. We may still concern ourselves with the state of the future. In fact, it may be truly selfless to concern ourselves with the state of the future even if this future only directly affects us. We can only care for others when we take care of ourselves. While no issue in our reality may create need for concern or worry, the desire to help others may create a space for worry to grow. This life is not mine. It is ours. I commit myself to helping my brothers and sister, to helping them because they are a part of the most divine that is in me. In order to help my brothers and sisters, I aim to care for myself. This means I will worry, but only as far as this worry may benefit my purpose in this reality.