| Sep 02 2011 |
09/02/11
Oh my dear and gentle friends and loyal readers...every day--it seems--we are buffeted by lies, confronted by lies, bullied and bathed in lies, lies everywhere, 'innocent', deceitful, dammaging and hurtful, and so muddied is the waters that the truth--when it can be found--is all too often a blurb, a footnote, a whispered exchange often witheld from us; while lies grow, and bloom like evil roses, whose thorns surround us, and hurt us with their thorns of insincerity. We are made to bleed, victims of false desire, false hope, lost hope, victims of a monsterous conspiracy, confused and terrified of the truth, yet...all too often, fed lie upon lie until what is left of the truth, lies broken about us, as fine shards of darkened mirrors, whose spicules seek to cut us and keep us apart.
Early on, we learn to lie; as we are so often stunned by the inante truthfullness of the very young; they have not as yet learned to dissemble, and we are perhaps shocked by it, for we only gradually learn to lie to avoid a possibly more painful truth, or, lie, as it is more convenient and less personally involving to do so.
We learn our lessens well, and early on.
If someone asks how you are, in the face of their insincerity, it is easier to say, " I am well...and you ?" The early learned social contract inspires us to lie, to contract the truth, as really the question asked is done so with full expectations of a lie. No one wants to truly know how we are feeling, as it makes them uncomfortable, not knowing what to do next.
Lies become generalized escape valves, to avoid prolonged insinserity.
"No, Officer, I was not speeding"; "Does this pair of pants make me look fat?'; on and on it goes.
It is quite evident, when somone dies, and a person asks, "If I can do anything, please let me know", it is fully assumed that you will respond, "No, thank you", as it relieves the other speaker from further involvement. Often, they say these things, while actually walking away from us. They want us to lie. They need us to lie.
So inculcated with lying do we become, that we even willingly lie to ourselves, as if--somehow--a lie, even a perpetuated one, will spare us from a more bitter truth.
Their are lies for every occasion, every event, every contact. And we utilize them freely, again, in the desperate attempt to flee from an harsher reality.
Some of us become quite adept at lying, some of us so much so, that we and all lie constantly.
And there ( excuse the unintended pun ) lies the difficulty, for, with every person, every event, every excuse, lies must--out of necessity, be constantly re-invented and changed, until the original lie grows out of all proportion and scale, until, we are--at last--confronted by the truth, a truth that was always there, but kept hidden; everyone has their own reasons for lying, but a very few crave, and have need of the truth.
We want to know our test results, we want to know how our medications work and interact; hardly do we but know it, but we need the truth, unvarnished by deception to know ourselves, our providers, and our loved ones.
We want to know why we hurt ( we already know where, and, how much ), so we seek the truth, largely as it suits us.
And, somehow forget that--in general--the truth spans a straight point from A to B, the lie must--perforce--must grow geometrically, changing and mutating, and, we are creatures of imperfect memories. Eventualy, our lies break down from the sheer weight of change, that we--in due time--are found out, crushed under the weight as the lie collapases, as in time, it must.
An author once wrote: "... the greatest tragedy of a liar is not that he will NOT be believed, but that he will not be able to believe anyone else."
Evil men tell lies because they are evil; the rest of us tell lies because we are afraid of the consequences; the truth imposes upon all of us a standard sometimes difficult to uphold.
As we learned to eat by taking small bites, so we can relearn how to be truthful, in small, perhaps, inchoate steps, but I firmly believe that we will become more kind, more sensitive, more giving of ourselves, more forgiving OF ourselves, and by doing so, reach that State of Grace that, in turn, leads to Redemption.
And while we are but men and women, not angels, we are still made of such celestial stuff as are the stars, and can again, more fully claim to be, "God-made souls." And as such, regain our common humanity.
Never for one moment ever forget, that in the nature of Man, there exists a most puzzling dicotomy: that we are all, capable of etheral beauty, AND utter bestiality; it is only in how we choose to be, and we do have the ablity and responsibility of choice, is to make the right and proper choice.
As the Oracle said, "...choose wisely, and choose well." In general, I do not think us incapable of that, no matter how difficult the choosing is.
For we must pass through that 'refiner's fire' to exit more perfectly suited to our destinies.
So with my heart overflowing for you tonight, as in other nights, wishing freedom from pain, depression, and despair, please allow me, my dearest friends and reader to conclude, by paraphrasing a passage from Shakespeare, to wit:
" Goodnight, goodnight...and may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
with all my love and regards, 'Zahc/Charles'
Oh my dear and gentle friends and loyal readers...every day--it seems--we are buffeted by lies, confronted by lies, bullied and bathed in lies, lies everywhere, 'innocent', deceitful, dammaging and hurtful, and so muddied is the waters that the truth--when it can be found--is all too often a blurb, a footnote, a whispered exchange often witheld from us; while lies grow, and bloom like evil roses, whose thorns surround us, and hurt us with their thorns of insincerity. We are made to bleed, victims of false desire, false hope, lost hope, victims of a monsterous conspiracy, confused and terrified of the truth, yet...all too often, fed lie upon lie until what is left of the truth, lies broken about us, as fine shards of darkened mirrors, whose spicules seek to cut us and keep us apart.
Early on, we learn to lie; as we are so often stunned by the inante truthfullness of the very young; they have not as yet learned to dissemble, and we are perhaps shocked by it, for we only gradually learn to lie to avoid a possibly more painful truth, or, lie, as it is more convenient and less personally involving to do so.
We learn our lessens well, and early on.
If someone asks how you are, in the face of their insincerity, it is easier to say, " I am well...and you ?" The early learned social contract inspires us to lie, to contract the truth, as really the question asked is done so with full expectations of a lie. No one wants to truly know how we are feeling, as it makes them uncomfortable, not knowing what to do next.
Lies become generalized escape valves, to avoid prolonged insinserity.
"No, Officer, I was not speeding"; "Does this pair of pants make me look fat?'; on and on it goes.
It is quite evident, when somone dies, and a person asks, "If I can do anything, please let me know", it is fully assumed that you will respond, "No, thank you", as it relieves the other speaker from further involvement. Often, they say these things, while actually walking away from us. They want us to lie. They need us to lie.
So inculcated with lying do we become, that we even willingly lie to ourselves, as if--somehow--a lie, even a perpetuated one, will spare us from a more bitter truth.
Their are lies for every occasion, every event, every contact. And we utilize them freely, again, in the desperate attempt to flee from an harsher reality.
Some of us become quite adept at lying, some of us so much so, that we and all lie constantly.
And there ( excuse the unintended pun ) lies the difficulty, for, with every person, every event, every excuse, lies must--out of necessity, be constantly re-invented and changed, until the original lie grows out of all proportion and scale, until, we are--at last--confronted by the truth, a truth that was always there, but kept hidden; everyone has their own reasons for lying, but a very few crave, and have need of the truth.
We want to know our test results, we want to know how our medications work and interact; hardly do we but know it, but we need the truth, unvarnished by deception to know ourselves, our providers, and our loved ones.
We want to know why we hurt ( we already know where, and, how much ), so we seek the truth, largely as it suits us.
And, somehow forget that--in general--the truth spans a straight point from A to B, the lie must--perforce--must grow geometrically, changing and mutating, and, we are creatures of imperfect memories. Eventualy, our lies break down from the sheer weight of change, that we--in due time--are found out, crushed under the weight as the lie collapases, as in time, it must.
An author once wrote: "... the greatest tragedy of a liar is not that he will NOT be believed, but that he will not be able to believe anyone else."
Evil men tell lies because they are evil; the rest of us tell lies because we are afraid of the consequences; the truth imposes upon all of us a standard sometimes difficult to uphold.
As we learned to eat by taking small bites, so we can relearn how to be truthful, in small, perhaps, inchoate steps, but I firmly believe that we will become more kind, more sensitive, more giving of ourselves, more forgiving OF ourselves, and by doing so, reach that State of Grace that, in turn, leads to Redemption.
And while we are but men and women, not angels, we are still made of such celestial stuff as are the stars, and can again, more fully claim to be, "God-made souls." And as such, regain our common humanity.
Never for one moment ever forget, that in the nature of Man, there exists a most puzzling dicotomy: that we are all, capable of etheral beauty, AND utter bestiality; it is only in how we choose to be, and we do have the ablity and responsibility of choice, is to make the right and proper choice.
As the Oracle said, "...choose wisely, and choose well." In general, I do not think us incapable of that, no matter how difficult the choosing is.
For we must pass through that 'refiner's fire' to exit more perfectly suited to our destinies.
So with my heart overflowing for you tonight, as in other nights, wishing freedom from pain, depression, and despair, please allow me, my dearest friends and reader to conclude, by paraphrasing a passage from Shakespeare, to wit:
" Goodnight, goodnight...and may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
with all my love and regards, 'Zahc/Charles'
