We went for another walk this morning, a few hours after our first one because he was getting a bit antsy. He’d done his little half-squat spinny dance shortly after 5am, but a noise distracted him and that was it, it wasn’t going to happen, so when he began to shift awkwardly and stare longingly … Continue reading The Inugami Mochi
When I first put out a call for ideas on this topic, I was rather surprised at not only the number of responses I received but as often who it was replying. That’s on me, that surprise, and, knowing what I do, I shouldn’t have been.
Humans need the herd, the group, the tribe, the clan, or whatever you call your greater society, not only to survive but to live meaningful lives.
People are good and kindness is a thing, and so on and so forth, and I’m sure some people are getting tired of me saying stuff like this (fair warning - no plans to stop).
To shed that particular brand of fear and shame, more easily done than you might think, has allowed me to work more diligently on the deep-seated ones, to use the limited energies I have on more positive things.
It refers to those of us out for their own aggrandisement, sometimes at the expense of others but not always, and using their own injuries and the resulting disorders that come from them as springboards, justification and earned street cred, to enterprises that are for profit, whether that fills their ego or their pocket.
How can we explain the physical and emotional damage one person can do to another let alone to an entire people as we’ve done in our past as a species, and then still fit it into this framework of a preset nature imprinted into our genes?
Once, in a group session, I made the distinction between a nightmare and a bad dream. The psychologist really appreciated that, because they are fairly different. I thought I might look a bit closer at how, and maybe add this new one to the mix while I’m at it.
Had the person I was been deleted and written over by this callous, often angry man, who hid in his house drinking too much when not wearing a uniform and being an asshole to the world at large?
Questions are what put twelve people on the moon. Questions have created great literature and works of art, philosophy, and science. They help decide what you’re going to have for breakfast and what you’re going to do with your life, and they can save it, too.