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Posted by Declan on July 12, 2006, at 20:33:00
I should not be upset by the associations of self esteem....... the professions and business (esteemed colleagues) and commerce (building esteem, the profit and loss), the valedictory dinner. But I confess to preferring the language of religion, of grace, salvation, redemption, benediction, forgiveness, reverence, and blessings (blood and wounds), concepts that seem more suited to the consolation (if not mending) of broken hearts. Please do not divert me to the faith board; I have none (not even in materialism), nor hope, though love seems (suspiciously) easy.
(Since it is the greatest of the three, maybe there is hope for me yet? But I prefer TS Eliot's 'Wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing', and just for fun, 'In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not'.)
TIA for allowing me to apologise for all this. Apologies and gratitude are the acceptable face of the abject.
We are so caught up in our psychic realities. This becomes apparent to us when our house burns down and we see the space it occupied and say 'Is this all there was?', or when we go through our parents' possessions after they are dead and see how small they are, and wonder (as with Ecclesiastes) if it had all been vanity.
With our psychic realities we need to be wholesomely firm and gentle with ourselves (wholesomeness not coming easily to me). To not take ourselves too seriously and find a way back to the playful.
Is self esteem a measure of the kinds of relations we have with ourselves? I like the idea that we should be to ourselves as a kind and wise mother mother is to her baby.
Declan
Posted by sleepygirl on July 12, 2006, at 21:16:27
In reply to Self Esteem and Surrender, posted by Declan on July 12, 2006, at 20:33:00
something about impermanence despite protests??
Ozymandias
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.-Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822
Posted by Phillipa on July 13, 2006, at 11:45:16
In reply to you reminded me of this poem.... » Declan, posted by sleepygirl on July 12, 2006, at 21:16:27
Declan you are a very deep person and I admire you. Love Phillipa
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