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| >> Book >> Philosophy >> ID #1063327 |
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| I stand in awe of life's predisposition for imploding, swiftly morphing into a churning, perilous vortex that mankind is hard-pressed to navigate, let alone survive. Maintaining a foothold and emerging from the gales unscathed seems wholly contingent upon survivors' personal philosophies, capacity for tolerance, and coping skills. Without these, the vortex becomes the portal to a toxic black void, and man stands naked in the spiralling eddy, awaiting the final flush. The mission of this journal is to examine life issues that precipitate the storms and seek out the balms that soothe the wounds they inflict. It is my fervent hope that philosophically autopsying life issue outcomes will provide comfort in the midst of chaos and a keenly longed-for measure of inner peace. Bear in mind, dear Reader, that the thoughts to follow are only musings and by no means assertions of right or wrong. They are but a reflection of one soul's yearning to ascend from the roots of life to its flowering branches and taste of the fruits found therein. How, if at all, savory their flavors are deemed to be and whether or not they become a staple in one's spiritual diet is left to each reader's own palate. The journey thus begins... |
| 1. Look out behind you... | ID #680001 |
| Posted: 12-15-2009 @ 4:51 pm EST | |
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It's that time of the year again... only this year, I find myself quite disenchanted with Writing.com and all it purports to represent. The level of hypocrisy has become quite intolerable, indeed, and basically most of the real and decent people here have wandered off, been demoted/kicked out, or otherwise disappeared from the radar screen, perhaps to more fertile ground as far as meaning and a true sense of relationships, fairness, and comraderie go. Those responsible have no one to thank for this miscarriage of justice but themselves. And I'm sure, given how long they've been marinating in their own inflated egos, they'll remain blissfully unaware of the havoc they've wreaked until it comes back to bite their own ungrateful behinds. |