1.) Please describe you spirituality, your sincerity, and your reality.
Reality.
Let’s start with the easy one first: Reality. The only thing I know about reality is that I can never find it. People talk about it like it was there, but every time I reach for it I come up with handfuls of air, or big mitt-full’s of my own tired garbage pretending to be reality. So, reality to me is only a concept, and not an actual thing. To be an actual thing it would need to exist without being perceived. Since it is intangible, that is impossible. So, I am satisfied with the concept of reality in lieu of the real thing. Did I mention that makes it subjective? Yeah! All you Cartesians out there, I'm laughing at you. Objectivity is synthetic and, therefore, imaginary. *sticks out tongue and exhales forcefully*
Sincerity
Sincerity is a little trickier! Am I being sincere if I truly believe what I say but am lying to myself? How does a man know if he is lying to himself? I don’t know the answer, but I have a theory! I think every organ in the body has it’s own voice. Some of them are soft and almost inaudible, like the appendix or the gallbladder. Some are loud and untrustworthy like the eyes and the tongue. Others are clueless, like the brain. Some are single minded, like the stomach and genitals. But, I find that the heart is usually the most honest organ. So, if I let my heart speak for me I am likely to be as sincere as is possible for me. What the heck? The girls like it and that's good enough reason for me. I mean that sincerely!
Spirituality.
Well, well, well… Spirituality! What I know about spirituality could fill an entire encyclopedia for ants! Since they can’t read, that is appropriate. I can’t say what spirituality is because it cannot be explained. It can only be witnessed and described. I will tell my philosophy of it, 'cause it's all I've got.
Within each of us is tissue that has been alive continuously for millions of years. Every generation adds its own information to a massive data bank stored within that tissue. We have the ability to tap that databank directly and have immediate experiential knowledge that is not from our own life. Problem is, we are already using all of our available energy creating a symphony of praise for ourselves and our brilliant minds called the ego-self. We listen to this music of praise and call it reality. In truth, it is just the maniacal imaginings of our runaway egos. What is worse, it is siphoning off all of the energy needed to tap the eternal databank of ancestral knowledge. So we become products of self-worship, never realizing that this limits us to the minute information we are exposed to in our current lives instead of having the experiential information of millions of years. Quite a poor trade-off if you ask me.
We can, however, eat our cake and still have it, too! Once we learn to create an ego-self, we can never stop doing it, but, we can, however, stop listening to it. We can focus on internal silence instead of our music of self-praise/loathing and slowly a new song will emerge. One we did not write but carry within ourselves. This song is the song of the Spirit, the song of God. Once we can hear this song, we know spirituality. It doesn’t mean we can explain it or that we have mastered it, only that we have access to it. Mastery comes from blocking out the ego-self, not from seeking the silent self.
In closing, the silent song of the Spirit is also the song of infinite love. They are the same. Love in this context does not mean the same as it does to the ego-self, so if you have not experienced it, it will not make sense. Let’s just say that love is more powerful and all encompassing than it is possible to imagine. That is everything I know about spirituality that would not appear on the papers to have me committed.
Sorry I didn't have actual answers, but you asked for honesty, and I honestly don't know the answers.
Author notes
Copied off the back of a Cheerios box I found in Grandpa's basement.
In a list
A contest entry
- Part II Daring to Go Deeper (Invite Only) by Daoine.
800 points, ended April 15, 2007, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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eats her cheerios, liar! you got all those 10 dollar words off the goddamn generic corn flakes! I like you a little bit, this time because of the comments these "seduced" ladies left. pretty good monopoly game ya got goin on "guru"...giggles like a fucking gay boy in his sisters ruffled underwear.
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My Bag!
Apparently, I am not a detail oriented person....smile
It just sank in that this is "Invite Only" wow, I had
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Well, well and well...
Now you have gone and done it....smile....inspired moi
to enter another contest(my 3rd in over a year)but, in
actuality-with a motto like.........truth sets the stage, I feel rather compelled to do so...sooooo wish
me luck,even though I possibly may be competing with you! (I could never)!
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Why do you find cool things in basements and all I can find in my grandpas basement is beaver city play boys. Well, you already know where I stand on these issues, though I don't think the world is ready for my state of mind or point of view. I will only applaud this, and tell you that you have done an amazing job.
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Then don't share with the world, just share with me.
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Once more hon, you have dazzled the minds of women all over this site, if only they would flock here and read! Oh well, I have read and stand to applaud you and ask for an encore to this wonderful piece. Your words are full of self awareness and truth of the soul, even if you copied them from a cheerios box or not. lolol thank you for entering and I am looking forward to seeing how you seduce us in your second piece.
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Not us, you, Baby! I chose you. Then it gets complicated... Thanks for the kind words. You gave me a chance to write about my two favorite subjects, me and women. I only wish it was one subject! *sigh*
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Well, what consists of reality now a days is more like post production illusions. Maybe the wording should be 'what is real to you?'. Apparently, you understood that and I guinuenely appreciate your answer. To me what the world thinks of as 'real' is more illusionary than they like to think it is. Too much 'glamour' out there now.
Sincerity is being true to yourself and not settling for less than you deserve in love, life. It doesn't mean you step over and on people to get it but that you figure it out and know yourself well enough to say 'I'm not going there' if it means being less than honorable or true to your spirit.
Your nature and spirit are a whirl of colors that kept changing and growing. I like what you said, and find alot of self truths there myself. I also like that you don't pretend to have all the answers either. Spirituality is personal to every person. And these things are not asked to judge another's life but to understand compatability.
Thank you for entering the first part of the second part of the contest.
I cannot wait to see your next entry.
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I like everything you say, but think you are confusing sincerity with impeccability. In the definition, sincerity is the expression of such actions, not the actions themselves. The way they are discussed, not how they are done. Hence my answer was about expressing, not about acting. But, you point is well taken, and I think covered in the body of the work somewhere, maybe between the lines? I am glad you are waiting to see my next entry. It is finished, so go see.
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Good Stuff
So first you gathered your tools, pallet, canvas, colors and brush giving us reality, telling me that “Objectivity is synthetic and, therefore, imaginary”; thought provoking, well done. Next you laid down the sketch on your canvas and sincerity developed. Contrasting my brain with my genitals? Humm… may be true, I love to think about sex. Then you dipped your brush in the pallet to sparingly fill in the color bringing an audible factor; I’m with you now. Then you re-dipped into your pallet to retrieve globs of contrasting vivid colors to add my self-ego, God Himself and my favorite emotion; love. Finally you never let the painting dry, you left me without an answer. Brilliant work sir, Amera
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You are absolutely right! Some things are better wet. Thanks for your kind words.
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