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Gazing Back Into Me

“We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.”

― C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man (Source: Goodreads)

I’m in a crappy mood. I am grumpy and bothered and disappointed. Truth and honor are increasingly a thing of the past it seems. Just dive in any (social media) forum and you will find ridicule, ignorance, deception and outright lies. And it permeates our lives. Maybe it was already there. Maybe it was there always. I’m seeing its bony fingers reaching in places I did not think it existed before. Maybe it is my age.

So, things are not going my way. And right now I see no way to dig myself out. I’m still optimistic though. It is just a question of not seeing my path yet. And I know I’ll be able to withstand the avalanche that inevitably will come rolling down the hill.

Shared hatred is a weird thing. It binds, it brings with it an energy somehow. A dark energy, but energy nonetheless. When you are faced with an unjust opposition you can climb on each others shoulders, fling your swords and fight to live another day.

Never be the one to hit first

  • What do you really want when you want to get your revenge?
    I’m with Kaufman, revenge restores a person’s honor. That the word ‘honor’ is in there, immediately gives the word ‘revenge’ its proper direction. In order to be honorable it cannot be aimed at innocent bystanders.
  • Revenge of the Nerd
    No true justice without restitution. And I have no patience with bullies.
  • Revenge Tourism
    Tourism with a vengeance to make up for all the times people couldn’t travel during the pandemic’s ravaging? Who are you going to blame?—Never mind, please don’t answer that one.
  • Revenge Can Be Sweet
    And that’s how to do it.

Back to my book.

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Just tell me

The truth is not loud
It is not even true
It’s just there, to not
Even be there

Blind and mumbling
Unspeakable and
Hardly breathing

And when I hold it and
Weigh it in my hand, it
Feels heavy and cold

I can see right through
And through into everything
And nothing, beyond