a poem is a sermon
I’m so tired of all this: the endless sense of hopeless; the evil creeping like mist; the feeling ever helpless. Walk out into the sunshine! Find anything that’s divine: some thing we share, yours and mine. Look past its flaws in design, find a world worth redeeming! Seek what is, not the seeming: beneath the […]
What makes reality ever so puzzling that vain attempting to just pin it down becomes a deception ensnared in illusion, naught but a fleeting smile behind a frown? What then of fantasy? Will we think ecstasy merely a distraction from duty and will? How can mere utility evolve a society whose fleeting passions live only […]
Come up again from the earth; break through the cold crust and breathe! Stretch those limbs, no worse for wear; awake from your winter death! Rise up through the thawing soil, and drink the melting snow moist; with your rested throat come join the rest of the newborn choir! Shake loose the dirt, seek the […]
“When the main reason why people do x is so that someone else can evaluate their ability to do x, it seems to me that something has gone wrong.” Seems to me that part of the problem with philosophy (and those who make it, especially for a living) is that no one, except perhaps a […]
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Our life and death for a while leave some tiny mark on the earth, a minute’s trace of spent breath before we repose in death. In that lifetime, so fleeting, what we think we truly need escapes from us at such speed we cry out at useless feet. 08 MAR 2017 © 2017, John Litzenberg. […]
Give an answer, if you can, where doubts plague each fighting man weighting healthy action down and distracting from good plans; where blind fear is laying waste to fresh brick and mortar paste shielding helpless, sick and poor, from the pike and bonfire’s baste; where to live alone is brave, which makes heroes from mere […]
“We’re mistaken to think there are things that exist solidly within the flow of experience that is our life. We think of who we are as something that’s permanent, that continues over time in the same unchanging form, independent of external conditions. We also think that the world around us exists in the same solid […]