Where is the fun in not engaging the idiots? My ego is fragile and it's a nice way to boost it..... Wait you are talking about me. Damn it......
I think most of us are pretty well set in our ways. When talking about politics, most people have a few issues that are really important to them. They will usually be willing to disregard information that contradicts their view points. Thats why we get in to the shit posting back and forth so often. I am definitely guilty of that myself.
Sure, we are all prone to cognitive dissonance, and have elaborate support columns for our view of the world.
When reality introduces, or a logic we dislike, we prefer to battle against the obvious as a first choice, me and you, anyone.
That said, the more we understand about something, the more complex the structure is, and the more it might humble us to admit we do not understand or can not see, then we have to examine... why did I care to begin with? Who are my people? Why am I in allegiance with them?
I need economics to live, culture to be happy, and neither of them give much satisfaction.
Why am I here? Nature's humorous mistakes, some kind of cosmic plan?
All the complications unravel into simplicity at the other ends of logic, but the answers, no matter how clear and present, will give offense and worry as we cling to the dissonance of our lives.
I need this car to be a big man, I need this wife to comfort me, I need these chains to be free, and if I free myself of the chains I am terrified because I have nothing, naked, exposed, and seen as a fraud, living a lie in pursuit of nothing.
As Buddhism might say, "It is better to travel well than to arrive."
Then we ask, "But where is home?" If we find that, we might find what it means to live.
Then, not care about what those men say, what our ego says, or about all the toys we got tired of playing with.
To grow up out of the shadow of ourselves, out of the shadow of our rulers, out of the shadow of life.
Is that glass half full or half empty, is it an endless darkness, do the cracks in our lives "let the light shine through," as Leonard Cohen said, or is there a real light, a real love waiting where those who stepped beyond us tread?
Inquiring minds may ask, curious thoughts may look, and the bold may just knock on the door... what is behind? I would tell you, but you would not believe me, as I am not wise enough to explain, language can not capture the beauty, and "faith" is but the first glimpse of the love of what is beyond our world.
But who would believe me, a simple poster, posting long-winded musings on the internet? We might be deceived, as in the last words of Kubla Khan,
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Drunk on myself, or drunk on anything to hide in small escapes from life, petty hatreds made into giants, and a past bitter on the circles we weave, the stories we tell when we close our eyes, the dew we hungrily consume, and drunk we are on a ten thousands illusions of paradise.
Behind the door. An exhibition of human hate? Or a reason to love what we can see and not see?
As for me and my house, impossibly so, I choose that reality, to love in what I hope is not asking for love in return, because that love looked for me, found me, and warmed the hearth of my heart.
Have a great day/night, and may all your choices be the right choices!