--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Edg, > > Happy that you got off on my rap enough to write > all this, and happy that it made you happy to > write it. But you're still selling, and I'm not > a prospective buyer. I was just walking through > the market digging all the sights and sounds and > wandered past your booth. :-) > > I would never be so silly as to believe that there > was such a thing as "one truth," let alone try to > express it. I'll leave that to you... > > Unc > I can conclude from your response to Edg and others that there is only one truth and that remains for you only the truths that you yourself have discovered. You are not beholden to the logic or experiences of others when they are offered to you, although you could potentially learn from them.
No, you will only choose that which you have discovered and which you decide glorifies your own self image. A good example are the Bruce Cockburn quotes that you post from time to time. Safe bet, because Bruce is a well known and "cool" musician, and he has never chased you, asking you accept his stuff. You gladly accept it, possibly because you wish to emulate him. You do have a weakness for musicians I've noticed. I have noticed also that you often reply emotionally when someone attempts to get a logical response from you, including the silent emotional response of no response at all. Again, there is not an attempt at common understanding. It instead becomes a silly ego challenge, which you then define in your own terms, in order to "win". And "win" you do, at least in your own mind. Because after all, anything offered from others is clearly understood as inferior, such as Edg's prolonged posting to you. Something you can sneer at and find ways to describe why you don't belong, aren't buying it, categorize, categorize, categorize. And when I peel away all the multifaceted ways in which you play, avoid and evade, I see someone emotionally fragile, and often lonely, who wants to join in but is desperately afraid to let down his guard. Putting on one mask or another, and all the while silently and loudly declaring If I Didn't Invent It Or Embrace It On My Own, I Reject It. You play with a lot of masks, and yet they are all easy to see through. So I suppose that leaves you with a choice- keep on starving your heart and hiding in the towers of your mind, making up the stories about why this and why that, drawing from books the imprecise categories in which to put other's words, or just forget about all of that transparent stuff, let go, and be truly free. Your choice, but don't say I didn't warn you. :-)
