deep in the cavern just beyond the light's reach lives what might be
Beyond the Light [Haiku]
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To those who cling tenaciously to their own sanity: How much freedom can the sane have? How much humanity? Where's the freedom in not shouting your truth when/where you can? In pretending that the uni- verse has some sort of plan? Freedom lies in learning to ride the chaos to the depths, and learning how one can breathe denied the air for breaths.
Three Japanese Buddhist Monks by SaigyōWe laud our rational side - The Thinking Man - But we're emotional beasts to the core. To use that old [and disparately applied] chestnut: Of emotions, better master than servant. Poetry is a conduit to emotional savvy. That's part of the reason Plato urged poetic restraint; he found the emotional inferior to the rational, and thought most youngsters couldn't behave responsibly in the face of poetry's emotional power. It's also where Aristotle found virtue in poetry, its ability to induce catharsis. Could they both be right?
Zen Buddhism by Christmas Humphreys
MonsterMind: Dealing with Anxiety & Self-Doubt by Alfonso Casas
Only too eager to have the machine installed in their brains, they did what they could, and, instead, installed their brains into the machine. Data sparkled in the mind void, bouncing about and careening into other bytes and clusters. But the crash cascades always came, a cannibalistic consumption of fact, transmogrifying it into a shabby soup of quasi-reality. Brain-pans paining, densely packed with alternate realities that could never be rectified. By the time they realized the virtue of going out to play, they were no longer sure what "outside" meant -- Outside of what? Where's the exit? Where is there something else? -something simple? How's one get off this speeding bus? It became the pain that ruled that last lost generation.