The Incomprehensible Beauty of the Differential

The Incomprehensible Beauty of the Differential

So let us think about it in the simple physical realm.

Simple does not mean simplistic but rather not complex which in itself is a differential.

The Cognitive simple physical differentiations by the animal species…

One should recognize that the animal species includes all cellular incarnations from virus to complex protein manipulated complexes. They are…

Light vs. Dark

Hard vs. Soft

Hot vs. Cold

Fast vs. Slow

Macro vs. Micro

The Complex metaphysical differentials by the animal species

One should note that the physical differentials do not exist without the essential animal, the observer, whom existentially places the metaphysical differential realities juxtaposed to raw matter physicality with its cognitive interpretation.

Love vs. Hate

Joy vs. Grief

Fear vs. Peace

Jealousy vs. Grace

Empathetic vs. Indifference

Right vs. Wrong

Just vs. Unjust

Hate vs. Love

Existential Theory / Philosophy

Deal with what is real!

Existential activism - recognize physical vs. metaphysical.

This is not in defense of irrational thinking and this is a rhetorical statement.

There is no separation from the physical and metaphysical.

There is no escape

YOU ARE WHAT IT IS, WHICH MEANS YOU WANT THIS:

LIFE

GOOD NOT BAD

RIGHT NOT WRONG

UP NOT DOWN

FAIR NOT UNJUST

THE POWER IS INEVITABLE

ARISTOCRATIC MEGALOMANIA IS A HUMAN LUST

COMMUNISTIC FASCISM IS A NATURAL EXISTENTIAL RESPONSE

CHOSE COOPERATIVE EGALITARIAN SOCIETAL SENTIMENTALITY

OR CHOSE NARCISSISM … AND UNBRIDLED WANT

You think it won’t happen?

IT ALREADY HAS HAPPENED.

HATE KNOWS NO BOUNDS UNTIL ALL IS LOST

AND THE REMNANTS LEARN ‘LOVE’ FROM THE DEAD

TAKING WITHOUT GIVING DRAINS US ALL

The greatest differential is “To be or not to Be”

“You won’t get this until you are at deaths door.”

So why wait, forgive and love someone NOW!

Before they are dead to tomorrow and the only tragedy is that
'you are not listening.'

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Evening

I whistled a little tune on the sunset of this day.

I whistled a little tune for my dreams had gone astray.

I whistled a little tune for my spirit was light and gay.

I whistled a little tune in the hopes that you would stay.

The light is slowly dimming and your face is slightly gray.

My love for you is brimming and I beg for you to play.

I know your songs and hymning, signs that you're going away.

This day I’m left foreboding, a due, the sun and crimson ray.  Ω

Share the sunset with a friend, and give time for silence, a sweet sound.

  

Take a chance on me

Give it a try. Try your hand with a little prose. Send me a quip at tj@tjginn.com I will post it with or without your name. Take a chance on me and have a little fun with words.

Puerile

             One is drawn to the base to gain definition, who am I, what am I, where am I and what is right and what is wrong or rather what can I do and what is contemptible.

            Perhaps contemptible is too erudite for one must consider the differential.

You would do nothing unless you must.

What does this mean?

You would not get out of bed unless the coals on the fire were not warming you enough.

I do digress to an earlier age when one had to stoke the fire for warmth.

Misanthropic delusions of this age of ease, you merely turn up the thermostat on your gas fired furnace and digitally control your comfort.  

What is worse is that you are too ignorant to understand how the computer integration of your digitally controlled thermostat works.

This is the isolation and separation. You do not understand your realm. You click and paste and play the surface of what is completely manipulated beneath you.

You have allowed it. It is increasing in complexity and no one is responsible.

Try and find someone who will take responsibility.

Come home and plant some seeds and grow real food. You can’t eat a digital phone and video games get boring.

TJ Ginn

For the love of real life.

Free to Fly by Michael Vires

Your Garden

I am enjoying your garden and it causes me verse because I have not one of my own.

Don’t you know that the best we can be is the labor of our own hand and this is lost?

True knowledge of the cultivar and the seed that springs forth is relegated to the dead.

I do not think it is intentional, this dumbing down of our species.

Our children have been coddled away through laziness and shiny toys.

They built the coliseum for gladiator games on the bones of ignorance.

I herald your garden and planting of seed and the treasure of the knowledge it expounds.

Simple times, simple people is not condescension, it is lament.

Let us be thankful that we knew them, these simple times, these simple people and me.

     

Hate

Misanthropic, Misogynistic and Misandry require contemplation even for the erudite elitist on a quest of intellectual pursuit to be sure that they were not deficient in their studies, for even they must pause.

Misanthropic is the hatred of humans of all ilks, while Misogyny is the hatred of women and Misandry is the hatred of the male.

Consider self loathing before any contemptuous considerations. In order to hate something you must be something so all of these become self loathing.

You animal. You defecator. You wash and polish your appearance with perfume to cover your inadequacy and then purport to express your disgust of the existence of others.

Loneliness is you prescription, isolation and separation till you cry for conversation.

And out of the darkness came want. The primal scream to be and not be alone.

And then you hate no one or anything and love is all that is.

  

    

Appreciation

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Poɛm Noir

I dream in color and passion red with shadows of black and white.

It’s a simple thing that marks my rise from films and histories fight.

It is not a pretty picture though they want to make it so.

The stories are the lecture, on the screens in theaters glow.

They shape the moral ideologue with judgment of the crime.

And we the jury of the dialogue, our opinion is valued prime.

Film noir is dark and brooding, with questions for us all.

It poses lusts and criminal goading, will our social temple fall.

What darkness lurks in the viewers mind as murderous scenes unfurl.

Do they find they are of the villain’s kind as their hair begins to uncurl?

Or is it rather a rapturous plot when the evil villain is caught?

And the lovers swoon in the evening moon with a moral lesson Taught.  

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Film Noir has a vague definition. Is it a certain type of film that has a dark romanticism?

Look up the definition and you will find it means different things to different people.

Aphorism of Agape

Greek has four words for love…

Storge – affection

Philia – friendship

Eros – passionate/sexual

Agape – brotherly/parental also denoted as true love.

All of these types of love except Eros require no reciprocation i.e. you give love because you want to, while expecting nothing in return. Eros is selfish. Eros needs. Eros wants.

Eros is a lie, lose it. I love the Hibiscus flower; it has no capacity to love me in return.

Great expectations of love suffer only the searcher in vain and when discovered, my fickle nature, I loved only the idea of you loving me. I shroud this in a drape of images in my mind, your lovely face, your statures casual lean, your distinctive voice and your unique demeanor. I have this all wrapped up in a neat little package which are all the things I love about you. It was subtle and cautious as we tip toed into love, both willing and wanton to hear those words come from the lips. I love you.

And now that you have fallen into my lovers trap, I expect you to be the person I have imaged you to be. Familiar, unchanging and sure to respond with the words, I love you, when I beckon with the words of the same. And on the day that you don’t respond to my call for a love assured, I don’t love you, I don’t want you, I don’t need you, anymore. Because, short of your adorable aura, it was me loving me through the eyes of you, and like the true narcissists we are, you were only in the way of my greatest love which is me.

Now when you are done abusing yourself searching for that one true love, give yourself the greatest gift of agape the brotherly love. You love someone just because you love them with nothing in return. All else is wanton and lustful and vain and truly the God Eros is teasing you to fail at the price of your foolish heart. And when you catch them or you are caught, the lust will be done and what love have you, but none.