Here is a fine poetic work in words and visual presentation. Gary is a long term participant in our philosophy discussion group. It is a privilege to present his work here. The poem: Humanities Man.
WHAT REMAINS My world A conscious projection Of an unconscious construction. I’ve forgotten How to forget Now my palace Is my prison. Waking, “thrown” Into a world I did not create, Unless with luck, I find a puzzling key To the locked palace door. It is my palace after all. All palaces crumble. I…
SURRENDER Not as defeat As release Letting one’s self go To unknown possibilities. The problem with doing— It’s headlong, voracious,– More and more, over and over. We just do what We have always done. One must die to rise anew: We cannot hold to this reality Which we are offered. It suffocates us. We…