Category: Disparity

Living History and Chinese Objects

Well; that just about wraps up everything. The question remaining in the mind of the reader, Why China? I am not the person to point out that what has been working as a culture for thousands of years is wrong. For one there is reiteration; which means there is enough reinforcement for the pattern to re-occur. Neither am I the person who should say after unity & order the process has a bad outcome. From what you know; wouldn’t these observations have already surfaced? For me however, this is the setting in which my emotional self flourishes. I noticed some things about me I thought I had a problem with; and I realized they were parts of an emotional self. The fact that I have feelings is in agreement with China. As far as I am able to use my resources, I will always get reinforcement from China for expressing my feelings even if I were disappointed. If I had to describe them I would say they are from the object “Diplomacy”.

I have this disposition. I know already that I diplomacy speak harsh words about China: a foreign Country. But this is just because I diplomacy made the thinking incorrect based on my diplomatic perceptions. So my comment must diplomacy limit my scope. I know that this culture China does not accept the western beliefs from Berkeley. Or if China did, there is the opening for that of a fan which over many years I still do not know of. Where is my fan? This fissure does not have a remedy because the emphasis is on the problem of a female relative to Berkeley. But it is a conditioned thinking element of culture which satisfies the requirement of unity and order. Assuming that this is just an account of sufferings and disenchantment my diplomacy would be forced to correctly establish myself as the authority to it. This counts as an explanation for me, the proceeding would have been the outcome of my own doing. This must be an activity of Chinese Culture. Thousands of years have passed, and China has a repertoire of living experiences the people can recognize. This must mean everything to China to have a living history.

Whittle away at Confucius; Shackle at his time so as not to notice the intervals.

Human Beings are meant to live a hundred years, this man counted to a thousand just to get home.  The next one spends a half of his life as a helpless child or spent half in sleep.  Of the time that remains, half is added to mechanisms with increased complexity.  So, what remains are all the various instances a person is plagued by pain, sickness, sorrow, bitterness, deaths, losses, worry, fear, and return.  In sum, six years is hardly a measure at all of time in which a person can reason without needing any chance intervals- a perception of saving.

What is man’s life for?  What pleasure is there in it?  Is it for beauty and riches?  Is it for color?  When at a time beauty and riches no longer answer the needs of the heart, and when a surfeit of colors become only a weariness to the eyes, there are only remedies of which cheat history of the usual bad outcome.  Do we live for the sake of being now crowed into submission by the fear of the Law and its penalties?  We waste our rational faculties in a mad scramble of emotions none of which is worthy to note.  What could be called a relationship is really a hollow praise of an hour, scheming to contrive that somehow some remnant of reputation shall outlast our lives.

We safely move through the various motions, in olden times it was a narrow groove; we are preoccupied with the various instances of those formulas that work for great men.  Are we brooding over our prejudices, pretending the joys of life are among us without even knowing we only use those parts which are apparently missing?  Consider for a moment you have a taste of the hardy wine of freedom.  Should your anxiety be relieved, nothing gnawing at you, no perception of a need; is this also the character of transparency?  We are truly imprisoned as if we lay at the bottom of a dungeon, heaped with chains but trusted and full of advice.

The men of grace and context know that life comes without warning, and as suddenly goes.  They denied none of their natural inclinations, and repressed none of their bodily desires.  They never felt the spur of fame.  They sauntered through life gathering its pleasures as the impulse moved them.  They filled in the cross roads, but they cared nothing for fame.  In death they all have the same qualities and they all “pull snow.”

Now spurred to frenzied action by the promise of a reward or fame, the question is: were you a Cemetery or were you a Celebrity?  Thus the myriad things are equal at birth, and again become equal in death.  All are equally wise, equally foolish, equally noble, equally base.

Today people live fewer years to get home, others are employed many, but they all die.  The benevolent sage dies just as dead as the wicked fool.  Alive they were [the sage-kings] Yao and shum; dead, they are just rotten bones.  Alive they were [the cruel tyrants] Lieh and Chou; dead, they are just rotten bones.  And rotten bones are all alike; who can distinguish them?  Then let us make the most of these moments.  Try to notice the improvements and find ways of measuring them. We have to be concerned with what those have said…. always.

Cezanne’s Centennial 2006

Get ready! I have to acknowledge this year is the Centennial (100 years) Anniversary of Paul Cezanne’s death.  He was born on January 19, 1839 and passed away October 22, 1906.  He was a very great artist, and there is no shortage of information about him as a man.  There is a lesson which I have learned from years of study about him.  I think about Cézanne every single day of my life.  I live in a region that is an equivalent in climate to France.  The fact that he suffered psychiatrically is predicative in the many descriptions of his Masterful Paintings.

I am happy I do not have the illness he had. There is a great deal of support structures in our American culture to be sure Cezanne was the last famous person to suffer his own thinking in a certain way. In the United States he would be considered to have Schizophrenia.

My particular situation in my youth caused me to get angry without even knowing what I was trying to prevent.  I fought through most of my childhood, and it turns out the issue is about my name and not my situation.  I should do something for fear a person might suffer as he did.

The community I live in has largely been critical of my position on Cézanne, however this temperament is local. If you find yourself interested in Cezanne there really is an Idea; not just a patina or a mold. And, the bottom line categorically is that I’ve learned something about Genes. Those are pretty much set; so, don’t expect any changes in your Genetic make-up.

Cezanne’s Anniversary

Part II Deserved Attention

You know it is an effort to think rationally; but on making the thoughts on purpose is usually a little bit out of the way since really all we can expect is the possibility. So, I want to focus on a thought. How did you get that thought? Was it a thought from just before? And here it is; and, I realize that just because you made a change of focus and I’m alone and possibly in a different place I need a little context. You have changed you perspective and it makes sense to me. Oh how troubling is this given that I’m an easy mover.  I guess the best way to explain is by calling it a fortress. So you know what? I don’t really care if my stability is a variance. You especially should not worry about me they are your thoughts. All I can expect is that you are rational. As we will discover by the end of this posting it will literally be about you! But now, I’ve assured people enough, and now from a management perspective I look like a risk of safety. I have given trials and tribulations; I have learned to trust my inner voice and most about my self governance I have learned to trust my feelings; about ideas I am responsible. All of this just to keep my place in line. So, there is really no surprise that I have deserved, by reassurance to those people who could apply a therapeutic outcome for me, to in fact cause me to have a therapeutic outcome.

I have the responsibility to a smaller degree that if even my father has decided that I am his rotten son, I have the honor of enjoying the benefits of a relationship with him, about which he has no idea. For my dad; there is no hiding places. Or if there is a hiding place, it is everywhere. So my thinking which you might say is your thinking, is the arrangement agreeably rational. The candid relationship with my father is a benefit requiring responsibility. I have re-assured people a lot; I have proved my place in my community even if I discern my adversaries. If you haven’t noticed I get practically every social disease imaginable; and , before that I was waking enough in a consistent sort of way to have gotten all my curtain calls. By about this time there is another level about to be exposed.