There are those among us
Who argue logically while
Suppressing strong emotions.
Yet our choices in wording
Reflect underlying feelings;
Biases and prejudices seep out ...
Spilling between coded lines.
And everyone else except speaker
Catches on to that dishonest drift.
A speech is much more than the mere sum
Of its constituent clauses. True though
They may sound when professing one's point.
Anyone who takes all that's said at face value
Clearly lacks analytical skills and faculties
For critical thinking (what's unsaid matters too).
These are some reasons why Kolinahr makes sense;
Being rather similar to terrestrial Buddhist meditation —
Mindfulness is the key to temper one's temperament.
Otherwise the logical Vulcan mindset breaks down
Degenerating into "Romulan Ruling Passion".
The results of each approach are predictable:
Indulging in notions of an ego-driven honor system
Often leads to conflict with competing egoists
And cyclical violence has a tendency to set in.
While logicians learn to adopt
Even measures of empathy
- a cabbalistic system of interpretation of the Scriptures by substituting for a particular word another word whose letters give the same numerical sum.
Hard as one may try
The letters and numbers
Cannot always match up.
Even friends mark mistakes
Expecting perfection itself —
Yet lacunae are left to fill.
They'll forget your prose
But recall rhyming cons;
Experimental camera obscured!
There's a broad disconnect
Between what's meant
And what's mentioned.
Much as one may like
Precludes them catching up ...
i. Numerology and prosody may mix, but isn't it nice to wing it once in a while?
ii. Everybody's a critic. Since we can't please most readers to begin with, why worry?
iii. In general, people fixate on a single facet of any artist's career. Many have neither the time nor mental capacity to slog through some no-name's portfolio!
iv. Self-explanatory (don't play dumb now).
v. There will ever remain a delay in communication between messenger and recipient. A distance that distinguishes an erudite scout from tongue-tied troops ...
~ William Blake; Proverbs of Hell
Those warbles of wisdom have gone unheeded.
Nowadays rare Aves fly in via the feeder's
fenêtre, and peck at what seed they can get.
Picking that which suits according to need;
Nary an awe-inspiring deed. But brook no regret —
While Osprey and Kingfisher compete
We carry on with Metaphysical conceit:
A solitary Nightingale sobs softly to be freed.
Ibis bills are crooked, unlike the Great Egret.
Aquila and Cygnus scattered across cosmos as screed
Give this sextet many an aigrette for anybody's tête!
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