How do you reckon time in moments? in days? in months? in years?On in the beating of a heart one beat for your family one for your spouse one for you children one for your lifeMoments turn to days turn to months turn to years too fast and they are goneThe beating heart remembers all … Continue reading The Reckoning of Time
Month: September 2020
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Holding close all those you love ‘round fire warm and trueOpen arms and hearts unlike any found abroad Merry smiles all around waiting now to fill joyEvery lasting moments in memory awakened with your return
Broken
BrokenCan we live in a world Without order? Can we find peace in madness All things left unruled unordered With ourselves uncentered left far outside centralI think we cannotWe are trapped in orderHeld by linesThat are meant to show usHow things should beOur focus where it is properConformation praised True creativity Shunned Left to wilt … Continue reading Broken
Notes On: “The Origins of Totalitarianism” – Two
“…might was changed into conquest and conquest acted as a kind of unique judgment on the natural qualities and human privileges of men and nations.”Excerpt FromThe Origins of TotalitarianismHannah Arendthttps://books.apple.com/us/book/the-origins-of-totalitarianism/id427715967This material may be protected by copyright. The principle of ‘might makes right’ can be clearly seen in the operation of modern, at least, American Capitalism. … Continue reading Notes On: “The Origins of Totalitarianism” – Two
Notes On: “The Origins of Totalitarianism”
“...every race is a separate, complete whole” was invented by men who needed ideological definitions of national unity as a substitute for political nationhood. It was a frustrated nationalism that led to Arndt’s statement that Germans—who apparently were the last to develop an organic unity—had the luck to be of pure, unmixed stock, a “genuine … Continue reading Notes On: “The Origins of Totalitarianism”
A New Day: One
I woke and took a first step, like so many before it felt new, from our structure. Soon the family joined me, as they always do, to breath in fresh free air. My labor has changed, it is my own, and I do it unhindered.
Rocky Mountain Musing 