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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Spiritus Mundi – shared basic instincts
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When I give birth to my first child. The first thing I will teach him or her is self-defence – at age six. I will teach him to defend himself from everyone including me. The world preys on weakness. If you observe, you will notice that people punch you where you told them you are weak. And then they move away where they know you are strong.
At age nine, I will regularly buy my child newspapers and let him read them out to me for discussions. At twelve, he will have to know all the articles in the constitution and if possible, exploit them. By age sixteen, he should be out there flying on his own. Funny hah!
I have always had the feeling that I could teach my own children better what they really need to know about life. That the wolf, no matter how nice or friendly he is, is not a friend of the chicken or any of the chicken’s predecessors.
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In the affairs of this world, we are at times overwhelmed with daily responsibilities as a result of the ultimate aim of putting up a modest house of our own or buying a car or taking care of the family. Not to talk of our duties to the state or provinces in which we find ourselves. This implies that the human soul has no time at all to rest.
Sleep, therefore, is the only thing that affords the soul time to liberate itself from the burden of the material world. When the soul vacates the body during sleep, it travels, faster than perhaps sound into distant lands. Lands it may have seen and wished it was in. The soul knows nothing of time but it can tell of things that will occur in the nearest future in the physical world.
At dawn nearing sunrise, hurriedly, like a caring mother, the soul journeys back and once again puts on the burdensome cap of consciousness, until night time approaches again.
One things is clear though, the soul is not trapped as most people believe. In fact it leaves the body out of its own free will, as a bird flies out of its cage when bored. But when the soul is forced out of the body or fails to return from its journey as a result of circumstances beyond its control, we experience what is called coma or at worst death. Thanks for reading.