Put In the Effort Here (to the end of Two)

I. One.

It's time to take an interest in our children's world down the line, our "legacy" it's been called. Why is the doing of things for virtue/integrity {questioning ourselves on the path we are living, and then acting according to those truths which are revealed}, for lasting good of this world {donating/dedicating our time and assets to environment, to justice, to addressing suffering}, for restraining gluttonous indulgences {not lackadaisically filling and let fill all of the spaces, gaps for humanity, and life-energy on gadgets, trash-media-reality-tv on the couch} and all those "for our community" acts such a foreign concept for more and more of us newbies to the working world in the 21st century? Is it because the average life span has been pushed farther down, so now during the working/running the world twenties and thirties we still feel entitled to role of kid, death being so far off, mortality a thing of those "elderly folks, not I," and so the thought of what happens to planet earth after you are gone is a thought that has not occurred, has not received weight, not yet been electric shocked to a reality, life is too busy for that.

But we are running things and will be more so 10 years from now, as new people retire, die, new people come in fresh. And we lead the world, we lead these fresh young people--in which way? And pretty soon, our kids, and theirs, and which world, crisis, cool?

II. Two.

The more you know all the different ways and how you fit into this world and it sees you, the more agency and willingness to act as a participant more than an observer. The first-day employee always goes in there timid, wondering what the bosses and those already there think of him, trying to frame himself, what shoes am I filling, gosh I have no business saying my piece yet, changing things, deciding, opining.

How can one have confidence to get in there make a difference--as any other of the quadzillion changes in time have come about: by people going in there to make the difference--more than simply claiming to act as a keen observer, and only so, if one is first of all not sure yet how he fits into his own picture, how others receive him? How could anyone ever say any opinion or advocate in confidence, because a probable threat is always a retaliatory question of: Well, what about yourself, who are you? Personal, a life in this world: One must go back to roots, extricate the stalk, dig it out, examine--since one has never seen roots because they were always in the ground--, sniff, lick, taste, feel, so as to know what the roots are, and then one can bury them back patly, and proceed on forward finally in life without having some threat of someone cross-examining you and being humiliated to pieces since if I don't know myself academically, historically, personally, how did I claim to opine about something/someone else? because then you will finally know you more than anyone in the world, as it should be, and it'd be a strength to go on to external topics.

That is why minority (discrimiated races; gender; sexual orientation; historical underdogs) movements are so often termed "empowerment" processes.

If a dominant group wanted to effectively subjugate another group perpetually, one strategy would be keep the subjugated group guessing on how to frame themselves, muddle the minority's history, continually confuse the subjugated persons on how others perceive them. Flip side: understand where the different pieces of you came from and where you stand in the narrative of things (not to say obide by them), and you move forward with traction of confidence and force in knowing what you are meant to do by your gut, and having the foundation to do so.

A Sham/An Extricating Socrates

(**A note to anyone leaving reactive, McCarthy-esque unthoughtful comments on this post: please put an ounce of effort when reading the below and note that there is the taken-for-granted and additionally direct criticism of the practice of Communism (if still dense, see: "corruption and tyranny with horrendous consequen..."). Amongst systems, what interests the mind of this piece is Greed and its justifications--the point is that for some who trade in humanity for their own surplus profit, the justification for greed and hiding from/avoidance of guilt is Capitalism, or, their own humanless-mechanical understanding of it; the systems are only the backdrop--Capitalism as an economics is not the object--and does not even inform what drives this piece. I cringe at having to have to explain myself so literally, especially when accusations are so thoughtless, like witchhunting.)

If
Communism though maybe a "good" ideal is a false concept because humans are "inherently greedy," breaking the system of everybody wins so that the ideal degrades into corruption and tyranny with horrendous consequences.

And so we are anti-communism, we are Capitalism, and a damned good system that is--So Capitialism is smarter (and/or less ignorant) in acknowledging the "inherent greed" of human individuals--so Greed is good?

Who that justifies Greed over the rule--the logic, the innate sense of, and defense of, some call it humanity--of helping yourself and simply when that is fulfilled in basic satisfactory, then helping those around, your community, is just plain Greedy. To hide behind, confusingly, some sense of "for the common good of" Capitalism, and therefore for society, my self-serving greed is Good, is an empty marketing scheme (as any marketing schemes are). It's an obvious contradiction, not a paradox, you sham.

Wimp

. . . Meanings too literal;
Paths too tangible to forget courage.

Reiligion understands soul beyond
life--it goes to heaven. The
life goes there, even though
it ends. there's a meaning,
right? beyond squirming
into existence and that final life's
exhalation, expired beyond doubt.

It gives meaning.

Money and fame gives
meaning to many, muted
of wonder, no longer humbled pre-
dating understanding--faith is not
. . . (the goddamned)
key. Understanding,
to the obsessive detail,
resembling greed, like
a million ruthless scramblers
clawing at these fruits,
thinking eat, eat, but they
are not even edible. They're
plastic; nothing to do with
sustenance. Understanding
as experts the money magazines
and famous people we
all look to I wish I could
be, too, and if I had
a billion dollars I would
be done, like this life,
expendible, would be done, like a job,
9 to 5, and that would be good.

Where's faith in life?
Where's faith in woman, man, (us)
to find the peace with
where we're going.