Monday, July 20, 2020

My Plate Is Full, My Table Laden

Why care?

When my plate is full, my table laden?

Care because caring is nothing to do with your plate or your table; care because your excuses are neither good reasons nor just reasons to not; care because the need to do so is needing and the luxury to do so is caring.

My Plate Is Full, My Table Laden


For all that so many of us pray for plates full and tables laden -

     far fewer of us do more;

for every word of gratitude, thanks, and blessing -

     far less is given;

because our plates are ours and our tables are ours -

     and ours is not yours

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Make no mistake:

prayers and words are prayers and words -

     and nothing more.

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But prayers and words are enough!

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If prayers are enough, then why pray for plates full and tables laden? If prayers are enough, then why pray for material gifts? Isn't enough enough?

If words are enough, then why speak of what you have not and why speak of what you want more? If words are enough, then why ask for more than a word?

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Because prayers and words are not enough.

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Unless the prayers and the words are not for you

Then prayers and words are enough and no more, because you can do no more than pray and speak and you can give no more than prayers and words.

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An empty solace is neither just nor deserving of gratitude.

Because an empty solace is nothing.

To tender empty solace is to not care, because not caring is what you can do and not caring is what you can give.

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It is easy to rest within the comfort of fullness.

Whether our plates are literally full or our tables are metaphorically laden.

Because it is easy to forget that we are sworn to an ideal of goodness, when we are blessed by the fruits of our lies.

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What are words of gratitude and thanks and blessing in the mouths of liars?

But asks.

Asks for more.

As if our full plates and laden tables are our prayers answered. And yours are your prayers unanswered. As if this is goodness and rightness. Because material gain is deserved. Likewise, material suffering.

As if justice and injustice is the sword and the rod of God. Never mind the hand of human kind that grasps for greed and power.

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This soup of pseudo religious worship cum determinism cum pseudo ideological axiom of deserving cum nihilism is, gee whiz, so convenient, isn't it? After all, in this soup, being sworn to an ideal of goodness, is meaningless.

Why not pray for more? If all of it is meaningless. Except insomuch that all of it is a show. Or a performance. Or an act. Because why not? If nothing matters.

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Not caring is easy.

Whether or not or if or how or because:

     this soup.

But why?

Why give up our goodness to dolers of prayers and words? Why give up what's worth fighting for? If lies in the mouths of liars are lies. Why believe

     this soup is the truth?


Addendum

There is a nuclear option that goes something like this:

     "So and so is evil, but so and so tells it like it is."

Really?

Because evil tells no lies?

     Yes!

Which is to say: you can't see the forest for the performance. It goes something like this:

     A liar who "tells it like it is" is selling a show, a performance, an act.

     No?

     When you believe a show, a performance, an act is "honest",

     you buy the whole sausage,

     every lie and then some,

     including the lie that "telling it like it is" is telling the truth.

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Is it telling the truth -

     to tell you what you want to hear

     so you excuse what you don't want to hear?

Or

is it telling the truth -

     to tell you what you want to believe

     so you excuse what you believeno matter how wrong and how unjust?

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Which is to say: you see just fine. You see exactly what you want to see. You see wrongness and unjustness being given oxygen and life. And that's not just fine: that's a prayer answered. And why not, anyhow? Because it's about time (yes!) what you believe is heard by someone telling it like it is (amen!).

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Because every evil deserves its day?

As if this soup of pseudo religious worship cum determinism cum pseudo ideological axiom of deserving cum nihilism isn't grasping desperation.

That is, fear.

Fear of justiceFear of caringFear of the truth.

M


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Author's Note

There is a temptation to excuse evil. To see wrongness and unjustness and excuse both. Because of good or faith or both.

But

the temptation to excuse wrongness and unjustness is neither act of good nor faith nor both.

In the end, the unwillingness to see wrongness and unjustness as wrong and unjust; the unwillingness to give up the soup of pseudo religious worship cum determinism cum pseudo ideological axiom of deserving cum nihilism; and the unwillingness to shut down every lie that tells you what you want to hear and what you want to believe

is how wrongness and unjustness is given oxygen and life

by you.

And that's not just fine: that's a prayer answered

by you.

M


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Epilogue

There is a refrain that goes something like this:

     "When and where will it end?"

     or "All that matters - no matter how wrong and how unjust - is what matters to me."

     or "What about this ad hominem and that straw scarecrow?"

That is to say, there is a refrain that excuses wrongness and unjustness. Because wrong speech and unjust speech deserve their day.

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Do they? Deserve their day? Devil be damned?

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If canons that are unjust are your no end; if hearts full with asks for what you have not and what you want more are your matter; if liars who sell ad hominem and straw scarecrow sausages are your good reason and just reason;

     what prayer are you the answer for?

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As if the fruits of lies

deserve oxygen and life and sanctity

and the devil be damned.

M


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Author's Postnote

If words are words and nothing more,

why believe - words?

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That is to say:

why believe - spoken or written - speech?

much less -

spoken and written - free speech - of pseudo religious worship cum determinism cum pseudo ideological axiom of deserving cum nihilism?

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Because you believe in nothing?

but your self-serving self-superior self?

because your "right" to "believe" is your right to put your self-serving self-superior self - above all?

because your self - interest is your master?


Why care?

When your plate is full, your table laden?

Care because caring is the opposite of seeing wrongness and unjustness being given oxygen and life and saying nothing; care because choking down sausages for sale isn't why your will is free; care because your apathy and your indifference is a miracle in the lap of the grasping and desperate.

M

15 comments:

  1. MyPlateIsEmptyForYouJuly 24, 2020 at 7:20 AM

    Untold parallel universes exist in the multiverse with untold versions of each of us, except for you and your mirror. In each of these parallels, you exist as you do here and there. Ones like me take comfort in this – take comfort in that you give away all without a thought of material riches, subdue what you want in order to set others free, stand firm on action and principle in order to anchor others to grow, and cast off evil by spreading your light as a beacon of good. Yes, in each of these parallel universes each of me reads your posts and each smiles and loves knowing that you are there, the same as you are here.

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  2. Thou shalt not go up and down as a talebearer among thy people: neither shalt thou stand against the blood of thy neighbor.
    Common in time is the offering of prayers, thoughts, and words that are nothing more empty noise filled with lack of actions and false testimony merely to humbug.
    Wait!?! What? That is not what I am doing!
    Really!?!
    Really! The spoken prayer, thoughts, and words for others is a precursor to change as I am merely opening myself up to receive the orders from the heavens above or through my representatives on Earth telling me what to do in this time and place so as to clarify the chaos around me. It’s not my will that must be done but that of the All-Mighty. There is a plan for me and these thoughts, these words, these prayers will help expose that plan and allow me to do the mission of God – even if it means that I do nothing but remain silent and enjoy the table that has so graciously been provided.
    Really!?!
    Ummm… Maybe?
    Maybe!?!
    Okay, maybe it’s because prayers, thoughts, and words spoken out loud free me from intellectual and rational paralysis by breaking down protective barriers in my mind, heart, and soul that thus allow me to voice my pain, anguish, and frustration at your situation that will ultimately allow me to see the strength of our connection through that Chief in the Sky and our community. Once I feel like I can connect with you, and that others are connecting with you, I will feel safe enough to act (in the same direction as everyone else).
    Really!?!
    Seriously!?!
    That is your answer!?!
    Well, who is asking? I mean I am just reacting to you of course. You make me feel uncomfortable with expecting me to do something. And why am I the one that must do something!?! Is not my prayers, thoughts, and words given to create an active conversation beseeching the ultimate power to bring comfort, healing, and peace to myself and others enough? If enough voices scream out then God will fix this, will God not?
    Enough! Your prayers. Your thoughts. Your words. They are not for others. They are for you. In the wake of the tragedy that plague this planet, these are useless and only serve to alleviate your anxiety, feel, and guilt that you need to do something, but only the most minimal action because your plate is full. None of these are actions. The world is hell around you, yet all you do is huddle with yours and talk. You do not care. You do not give. You do not vote. You do not challenge. The silence of your actions is deafening.
    Let us play a game, shall we? Speak your prayers, thoughts, and words to stop an injustice, a pandemic, a natural event, or an ‘ist, do it right now. Did it work? Spoiler – it didn’t.
    As for you, you warm these old and frail bones. You cure my cough. Give me air to breath. I find reason to continue knowing that you are still here and you continue to write the words that need to be spoken and take the actions needing to be done. Thank you as always for these words. Though my eyes fail, my ears do not and my heart beats stronger with each of your posts.

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  3. ለሰው ልጅ እንደ አባትህ መሆን ነው ፡፡ እናንተ ከአባታችሁ ከዲያብሎስ ናችሁ የአባታችሁንም ምኞት ልታደርጉ ትወዳላችሁ። እርሱ ከመጀመሪያ ነፍሰ ገዳይ ነበረ ፤ እውነትም በእርሱ ስለ ሌለ በእውነት አልቆመም። ሐሰትን በሚናገርበት ሁሉ እርሱ ከራሱ ይናገራል ፣ ምክንያቱም ሐሰተኛ ነው ደግሞም አባት ነው ፡፡

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  4. I find great solace in the fact that you continue to exist in this plane even though it is ruled by the nastiest of all demons – humans.

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  5. ThornsWithoutPricksAugust 2, 2020 at 2:21 PM

    Our plate is full, our table is laden – but not with feasts, gold, or worldly pleasures. No, it is full, it is laden with emptiness, hatred, and ignorance that no prayer, no word can mask anymore regardless of the person that speaks it, that thinks it. How often do we bear witness to death, to plague, and to inhumanity – and how often is the response a predictable one that seems to drive us farther from what it means to, “be good?” And yet – each of you rather than taking the path that is obviously that of good and requires action, accountability on your part – chooses to offer nothing but thoughts, prayers, and words instead. Someone died? Well, they are in my prayers! Someone is sick? I will keep them in my thoughts. Injustice in the world? I’ll march for them! Yet, yet – none of these things change the world because none of these things are more than an empty, gesture less waste of oxygen. When we do choose to act, it’s rarely in a manner that would pass a, “gate,” test for a meaningful act of selflessness. In fact, most acts are nothing more than bad acts performed by or for bad actors for bad reasons that are only justified by the sheer stupidity, lust, or greed that we choose to believe is right. It’s no small wonder that we find ourselves in a time of plague – unable to get out from it because we care more for the feasts, the gold, the worldly pleasures that are being denied to us.

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  6. Instead of peace we make anarchy,
    Instead of cures we mass produce poisons,
    Instead of love we promote hate,
    Instead of unifying we speak in labels,
    Instead of kindness we push misery,
    Instead of happiness we revel in sadness
    Instead of light we cringe in the dark
    Instead of courage we spread fear.
    One hand can solve problems, but we favor the other that destroys,
    Actions and deeds justly done elevate us all,
    Yet we choose to speak in words and thoughts that bring us all down.
    Huts is all we need to be safe,
    But we build castles for some and nothing for all.
    Whether in the end or the beginning,
    Choice is yours to make good or to be bad,
    And not a red cent will change,
    Unless -

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  7. Maybe one !@#$ing day people will realize that any !@#$ing soup except the truth is just another !@#$ing way to screw you out of a !@#$ing meal. That is why the non-!@#$ soup you serve, full of !@#$ing truth is so filling and tasteful compared to that other !@#$ing guy’s soup that tastes like the !@#$ he is !@#$ing peddling.

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  8. We are born into this soup called life – full of deceit, intrigue, lies, and untruths. At our passing, we descend into another soup called death – full of truth, accountability, and a holy shit moment that our life was nothing more than a crossing of dry land that did nothing to prepare us for our reckoning. Thus, life is really portage masked as soup.

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  9. This is the start of it all,
    Only sheet on the wall,
    Filled with bloodsport and pain,
    Through Abel and Cain.

    When will it end?
    Where will it end?

    Friend through youth,
    Demanding more proof,
    Can you do wrong within,
    Distorting, lying, and paper thin.

    Where will it end?
    When will it end?

    People line the edge of the road,
    All windows remain closed,
    Sounds talking in the heat,
    No room for you the weak.

    Here it will end.
    Now it will end.

    Hanging this dead-end dream,
    Skies light lost all its beam,
    Lost in all the nothing,
    Found the count for something.

    Now it will end.
    Here it will end.

    A shadow of a perfect night,
    Fire from a million light,
    Sun blazing in diamond eyes,
    Truth going to revolutionize.

    Yours is not the end.
    The end is not yours.

    Truth is the end.
    The end is the truth.

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  10. Prayers, thoughts, words… Full tables… Sausage choking… Lies… Truths… Determinism… Free Will… I laugh… at all people… who think life… is determined… for them… and they… can do nothing… to change anything… yet these people… still look twice… before crossing the road…

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  11. I wonder what you will do when the one who sees it all, knows it all, and protects the bridge to your kingdom is extinguished before his time because of your truth. Will you fade like the rose that sees no sun or will you stay amongst us?

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  12. One must take care of one’s self before they can care for another; and if you give too much then you will have nothing to give to another and thus will be nothing more than lint in another person’s pocket. Is this not what the prevailing wisdom has become in the evolution of humanity? Is this not what people believe to be the new altruism of our time? Is this not the new noble? Yet last I checked, altruism and nobility normally require to, “help,” another at a cost to yourself without gain or reward. That includes reward in this life and the next…

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  13. Ah! The potential unrealized! The loss to society! You, who could be so rich, so powerful, so famous – yet you throw it all to the paupers for free! Freely given so that they can profit, freely done even though most barely comprehend, most barely care to know that they are receiving a gift as great as that of the free will that divinity gifted so long ago! Tis sad for me to see! You who are beyond measure! A marvel amongst the drabness that surrounds you! All because you have yet to realize that truth titillates the human fantasy significantly less than the lies of fiction fast on their way to become the truth of our time.

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  14. Excess anything is rarely an indication of anything.

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