amicus
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"...I used to like defining abstract
concepts --..."
Thank you, Maria, for the visit, nice to hear from you again and to know that you are reasonably well.
Read through this and a couple others and the comments others have made and a little spark zapped out that I will try to share.
I think you deal with metaphorical and metaphysical abstractions as all good poets, writers and thinkers do; they do that, I think, because they, we, are mortal and sentient and both know and dread that on many levels.
But the little 'spark' I mentioned, is the poet, the writer, the thinker, is that some are immersed in faith, and comfortable with it, some have adapted knowledge and wisdoms to supplant or supplement that faith and others arrive at a point in life where they question everything, doubt everything...I think you describe that as 'existentialism.'
I think there is no means to understand, comprehend, embrace, accept, life and concomitant death.
Faith is probably the most used method and I am sure it works for some.
A lifetime of studious effort to use reason and logic to acquire understanding, brings about the self esteem of knowledge, but of course it is a neverending quest.
The 'spark' I have been laboring to relate, is that in our quest to know and/or accept, we often acquire contradictions in the faith or the knowledge we conceptualize.
Those contradictions lead not only to confusion and doubt, but as the mind does not function well attempting to conceptualize and categorize those contradictions, it can give you more than a headache and cause you to doubt your sanity and your ability to make wider concepts and abstractions.
I do not promise that finding and fixing those contradictions will give you answers; even the most intellectual or most faithful believer cannot, I think, view non existence from a vantage point of viable existence and welcome the unknown with any certainty
Personally, I know, here in the deep winter months of my life, I sense regrets that I can not live forever and continue to learn and experience the life and growth of those I love and cherish.
Maria, we shudda been born stupid and stayed that way. Hugs...your friend, John.
http://allpoetry.com/poets/amicus2k5
Here and there, around the world, I find those I wish to share things with, since there are some here at Lit, I thought you might find something to chew on.
regards....amicus...
"...I used to like defining abstract
concepts --..."
Thank you, Maria, for the visit, nice to hear from you again and to know that you are reasonably well.
Read through this and a couple others and the comments others have made and a little spark zapped out that I will try to share.
I think you deal with metaphorical and metaphysical abstractions as all good poets, writers and thinkers do; they do that, I think, because they, we, are mortal and sentient and both know and dread that on many levels.
But the little 'spark' I mentioned, is the poet, the writer, the thinker, is that some are immersed in faith, and comfortable with it, some have adapted knowledge and wisdoms to supplant or supplement that faith and others arrive at a point in life where they question everything, doubt everything...I think you describe that as 'existentialism.'
I think there is no means to understand, comprehend, embrace, accept, life and concomitant death.
Faith is probably the most used method and I am sure it works for some.
A lifetime of studious effort to use reason and logic to acquire understanding, brings about the self esteem of knowledge, but of course it is a neverending quest.
The 'spark' I have been laboring to relate, is that in our quest to know and/or accept, we often acquire contradictions in the faith or the knowledge we conceptualize.
Those contradictions lead not only to confusion and doubt, but as the mind does not function well attempting to conceptualize and categorize those contradictions, it can give you more than a headache and cause you to doubt your sanity and your ability to make wider concepts and abstractions.
I do not promise that finding and fixing those contradictions will give you answers; even the most intellectual or most faithful believer cannot, I think, view non existence from a vantage point of viable existence and welcome the unknown with any certainty
Personally, I know, here in the deep winter months of my life, I sense regrets that I can not live forever and continue to learn and experience the life and growth of those I love and cherish.
Maria, we shudda been born stupid and stayed that way. Hugs...your friend, John.
http://allpoetry.com/poets/amicus2k5
Here and there, around the world, I find those I wish to share things with, since there are some here at Lit, I thought you might find something to chew on.
regards....amicus...
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