Psychology


Philosophy and Psychology and Social Issues03 Aug 2013 05:47 pm

The ability for us to document our lives and track our personal history is increasing on an almost daily basis. We can now take real time photos, videos and voice recordings with assorted hand held devices which we can carry with us at all times. We can take notes, do research, text, email and communicate with others most anytime and anyplace.

Most recent events can be recalled by this documentation or found via a research engine in a matter of moments as long as we can remember a few keywords. If I forget the name of a song I heard or a movie I once saw I can find it on-line as long as I can remember anything from a line of dialogue or lyric, to a band or actor name or some other minor fragment that relates to the work. 


All my essays, lyrics, poems, books and songs that I have documented through and on various mediums from computer, to this website to more dated technologies such as notebooks, typewritten manuscript or tape recorder are there for my perusal. Some of the information and data I remember with great clarity, some of it triggers or reconstitutes the old thoughts, feelings and memories and some of it was all but forgotten. Yet, due to all this documentation it is there for me to embrace and include in my sense of self and personal history.


An integrative aspect of memory is the concept of time. While clocks have been with us for centuries, our functional awareness of the hour, minute and even the second has been growing exponentially over the last century or so. We our surrounded, encapsulated and imbedded in chronological time. Our ability to document our memories with precisely noted time is becoming second nature.


All that I have documented becomes cemented in the historical me. It is all part of my sense of continuity and becomes incorporated in that lived consistency we call the ego. My memory aided by all the technological documentation deepens my sense of personal growth and development and my pride in being an ever evolving unique and relatively consistent individual.


The fast paced life we live, in which we are exposed to more information in a day then the majority of our ancestors experienced in their lifetime places a heavy burden on our memory and the mental storage of our lives and thoughts. This massive amount of facts, social interactions, perceptions, sensations and reflections is almost impossible to store in our short and long term memory banks. Our desire to manage, organize and retrieve this information is causing us to find better and more efficient ways to outsource our memory through many of the documentation mediums mentioned above.


Without our usage of these various mediums of documentation and storage our sense of personal history and sense of self would be far more limited. Many memories of past experiences, thoughts and feelings would fade, mutate or be lost completely. Even things as basic as how we looked, what we wore, items we owned even places we frequented would wither and often dissolve without the assistance of photos, diaries, letters and various other forms of documentation which crystalizes our existence for us to review.


The value and importance of memory is almost impossible to over emphasize. Our sense of self and the meaning we derive from life is almost completely dependent on memory and the flow and consistency it provides our existence. I can suffer many physical injuries and still remain Jim Guido. 


My social and personal identity is not endangered by sickness, loss of physical prowess or even the loss of a limb. In extreme cases such events and occurrences could alter or modify my self-image, but they would not extinguish it. As long as my memory stays in tact, and my ability to retrieve and take ownership of documented history survives, my sense of identity remains and my life story continues on unabated.


Yet, as in the case of dementia or Alzheimer’s, when memory fades and can be lost forever, the sense of self can wane and die long before the body. At some critical point of mental decay the person we knew is gone, and the ghost inside the body is no longer someone we recognize. The eyes become vacant and time has shrunk to the immediate. Anticipation, reflection, savoring and relishing, love, gratitude and simple recognition all belong to the world of memory and time. 


Anyone who espouses the beauty of “living in the moment” and bewails “the babbling ego” which distracts one from the present is glossing over the vital role that the past and future play in the very act of cognition and appreciation. If I truly lived in the moment, there would be no memory and no documentation. Duration gives experience depth, significance and meaning. Memory is duration personified.


Our modern world is rife with technologies of expression and documentation which provide the potential for us to have very rich lives. We can remember and savor so much of our experience, and make the past within arms length ever ready to enrich our lives and fortify our sense of development and history. The various forms of tangible documentation increase the intimacy we have with others, ourselves and our surroundings filling our existence with meaning and significance.


Yet, the various forms of instantaneous communication available also pose a threat to memory, meaning and the richness born of reflection. The constant need to be online, plugged in, and on the grid can have us obsess with the fear of missing the very next moment or event. 


Our constant taking photos distances us from the very experience we are documenting, making us more observer than participant. A person unable to unplug, stop streaming, texting and engaging in the technologies is a person who has no time to reflect, savor and weave their memories into the fabric of their internal lives. Such a person is locked in the temporal present and is missing the beauty of integrating the past and present thereby deepening one’s memory and developmental history.


One wonders if our increasing dependence on the external mediums of documentation are weakening rather than aiding and supporting our internal memory. Is our internal memory like a muscle that needs to be exercised and challenged to function at optimal efficiency and avoid premature entropy? The brain which in many ways is the skeleton of mind may in deed be in need of the synaptic exercise to retain the very pathways which forge memory. 


With the specter of dementia still fresh in our minds lets take a moment to ponder the way we manufactured the acquiring of memory with less tangible documentation. Two of the most primitive means of tangible documentation were drawing and the written language. Before the emergence of written language the exchange of information, and the process of teaching and learning was accomplished orally. This pre-literate world we still can observe in children and oral cultures which have resisted the adoption or at least total reliance on the written word.


Cultures that held on to oral traditions or had difficulty adapting their language to the written word often found the written word lacking in substance. Many oral cultures found the nuances that housed the subtleties of meaning to be lost through the written word. Some languages were as much song as word, and the intonations carried a richness and meaning that could not be duplicated by grammar and diacritical marks. Other cultures found their meaning highly stilted and diluted by the absence of gesture, as their language was as much mime and dance as it was speech.


These obstacles and limitations of the written word are not foreign to modern man. Even an abstract language such as English loses much when written. It is easy to miss the emotional subtleties or tenor of the writer/speaker when you read an email or text message. Oftentimes emotional presentations involving sarcasm, irony, frustration and even confusion can be lost or misinterpreted in written language.


Despite the growth in technologies it is easiest to understand a person whom we are viewing and sitting in the same room with as they speak. Next but not quite as effective, would be where we could see their gestures and hear their intonations in a Skype situation. Next would be a telephone conversation and at the bottom of the communication totem pole would be the written word, with essays, letters and books slightly edging out instant messaging and short texts.


The earliest forms of writing lacked grammar and were often very poor at transmitting information or personal experience. The earliest forms of writing seemed to serve a mnemonic function more than expressive. The symbols seemed to be personal reminders than articulations. In this manner the first written notes of man seemed to be a way for them to remember something, and did not attempt to go any further.


The means by which we transfer information into memory for pre-literate children seems to have stayed the same for generations. Whether in a day care center or at home a child’s learning world is dominated by song, story, myth/fable, and theater. You walk into a day care center and the daily schedule and every transition is preceded by and learnt by a song or rhyme. Children commit the alphabet, number and other basic facts to memory through the use of song. We teach children moral and social mores through stories and fables. The bulk of a pre-literate child’s turning of facts or information into memory is accomplished through song, rhyme and story.


Much of how a pre-literate child learns and commits things to memory is replicated in oral and pre-literate societies throughout history. People learnt when to plant, what was poisonous, how to hunt, mid-wife and cure disease through myths and stories. Their moral instruction was also transmitted to memory by fables, stories, dance, poetry and theatrical performance. Epic poems were used to unite, inspire, and train warriors. Religious and spiritual beliefs were inculcated through story, ritual, rite and memorization of prayer.


Committing information to memory in oral cultures was a difficult and time consuming task. In spoken languages such as sanskrit multi-book volume length songs were committed to memory such as the sacred words of the Vedas. Individuals would often spend years of their lives using songs, poems, and myths as mnemonic devices to learn a trade and make the transition from apprentice to professional.


Oftentimes we find that the more silly the song or more outlandish the story the easier it is for our children to remember it, and commit its underlying lesson to memory. We also have found that rhythm, cadence, dance, pantomime and meter are excellent tools making memorization easier.


We find the same mnemonic techniques present in ancient, pre-literal and primitive societies. Dance, fantastic and theatrical presented stories and rhythmic poems often accompany and house the message to be learnt and committed to memory. This fact should make us wonder how much of the story is to help one commit the lesson to memory and how much of it is actual belief.


Living in a world full of tangible documentation it is hard for us to imagine the way the above techniques were used to transmit valuable information and commit it to memory. Due to this we often assume that the people believed in the content of the story as well as its message. While the truth of the matter is the mythic gods and heroes may have been more for effect than actual belief, just as our children can use fantasy and fantastic superheroes as a way of remembering without it being about actual belief.


Without many tangible means of documentation ancient man had to find ways of having things stand out so that they could be remembered. A father or grandfather was best remembered if he became a god or mythic hero. In an undocumented world there was a greater limit to what one could commit to memory and retain. 


One of the most standard means that has come down to us is the division between the sacred and the profane. That which was miraculous or sacred was far easier to remember for it stood out. People often identified thoughts and feelings they wanted to remember as “gifts from the gods”. While their were plenty of factors which probably played in ancients truly having a poor sense of an individual ego, they also found it easier to remember thoughts and feelings by making them sacred and beyond their day to day world. Earlier we mentioned the strong tie between time and memory, this is demonstrated by ancients man’s preference for sacred time and his reluctance to acknowledge chronological time. Yet, with no clocks or reliable means of tracking momentary historical time is it any wonder that his desire for memory found a home in sacred time?

Our road to recognizing and appreciating our sense of self is strongly tied to our ability to remember our individual experience and maintain our personal history. The passing centuries of improving and expanding our world of tangible documentation has solidified our sense of self and our ties to friends, family and contemporaries. 


Each step we make towards understanding ourselves increases our ability to understand others. Our personal memories and shared history can make our lives richer, fuller and more meaningful.

Jim Guido

Economics and Gender Issues and Government and Politics and Psychology and Relationships and Social Issues17 May 2013 03:03 pm

My dad came to the US from Italy when he was 13 years old. My mom was born in the US in a small Italian community which was where my dad’s family eventually settled. My mom’s parents married shortly after they had come to America and quickly started a family.

My dad, who was 13 years older than my mom, lasted less than a year in public schools and began working to help support the family when he was 14. My mom lasted into her freshman year of high school, but too, had to quit school to help support the family.

My dad was a firm believer in the idea of coming to America to “make a better life”. He, like many of contemporaries, felt that hard work and sacrifice were necessary to accomplish this goal. Living in the US was seen as an opportunity to escape the poverty that had dominated his family for generations in southern Italy. Success, for him, was being able to provide for his family so that they had food on the table and would not have to spend their waking hours worrying about basic safety and survival.

After my parents married they moved to a nearby factory town on the shores of Lake Michigan. My dad took pride on his working his way up from the railway yards to become a ticket agent at a train station. He talked of his being fortunate of no longer having to do “menial labor” nor having to work in the factories that dominated local employment.

In my early years I rarely saw my dad for he found it necessary to  have a second job to make sure we could not only survive, but save some money for the future. My dad got up at four in the morning,  got ready for work and returned home about 3 in the afternoon as we were coming home from school, we than would eat before 4 so that my dad could make the evening shift at some restaurant or at the new fast food establishments.

On the rare evening my dad was at home he would take his slide rule and racing form to the kitchen table and spend hours doing the research that went into his small wagers on the horses. On weekends we either went to relatives houses many of which still lived in the Italian community a half hour away, or some relative would come to our house. Larger family parties occurred regularly celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, holidays and church functions. On Sunday mornings we always went to church before seeing relatives for the remainder of the day.

The men in my hometown talked about work and factory life far more than any other topic. Even in family gathering it was unusual that someone didn’t vent a little frustration over their work situation, boss or the lack of security in their employment. 

Maybe it was just what we chose to watch, but the topic of labor and work even seemed to dominate the entertainment industry. I remember movies and plays which dealt with coal miners, factory workers, union strikes and the plight of failure and emptiness in characters such as Willie Loman in Death of a Salesman.

While Marx was not someone my blue collar world had read, people and TV often talked about feeling the “dehumanizing” role of factory work, or how mass production work was like living in a prison, or how insulting and degrading it was to have to kowtow to every boss or supervisor and how the work itself took away a man’s sense of dignity and self-respect. Even the popular comedies on TV made numerous jokes and references to the ever present possibility of being fired or laid off.

At a very early age I became highly fearful of ending up working in a factory, or being forced to engage in some labor of endless repetition. Even the professionals in town with careers or those in management positions seemed to be kowtowing to some boss and being tethered to a long and highly structured work week.  In my mind I began to equate work with a loss of freedom, autonomy and any hope of  a decent quality of life.

My mom had worked from the age of 15 until she got married in her late 20’s. She took pride in being a strong peasant woman and in the old world values of the immigrant mother’s she idolized. She liked the role of  mother and homemaker, and took a particular delight in cooking.

My mom’s life of a housekeeper mother was filled with menial labor and “drudgery”.  Yet, the ardor of her work load and the time required to complete a task seemed to lessen with each invention and advance in appliance technology. Going from washboard to wringer was not that drastic, but the jump to washing machine was dramatic and much appreciated. Even the advance in fabrics reduced ironing time. The list of appliances, technologies and “conveniences” which reduced housekeeping time and effort was expanding on a monthly basis. Even in lower middle class families such as ourselves the quality of life of the homemaker was improving greatly.

By the time I was four or five my mom was able to entertain herself with radio or TV while she tended to her household tasks and chores. She was able to take breaks to watch a favorite program or visit with a neighbor lady for an hour or so, and still get dinner on the table by 4.  My mom actually found enough “leisure” time to reengage in hobbies/crafts of her latter childhood such as embroidery and crocheting.

Most of her daytime TV was divided into two areas. One area of interest was quiz type of programs such as “Concentration” and the other were the emotional tearjerkers such as “Queen for a Day” or the “Millionaire”. 

While the advances in technology appeared to be a boon for the housekeeper, it did not seem to improve the quality of life for the factory worker. While advance in assembly line technology did reduce the physical demand on a worker, it also reduced the scope of their activity to one part or cog of a product. No longer could they even take pride in the completion of an entire product such as a clock, radio or car, but only in the installation of a front fender, minute hand, or some other part of the complete product.

While technology reduced the time it took to housekeep and the strain the tasks took on the body, in the factory it just increased production expectations and the fears that the technology would replace your need as a worker. Advances in technology made it possible for my dad’s work load to be decreased, and he could have theoretically played a radio while he worked. Yet, his “higher ups” sent out memo’s stating playing a radio would result in termination of employment, and the railroad found many new and additional tasks for him to perform to insure that he had no free time or that his work load was reduced in any fashion or form. To the contrary it seemed that each passing day my dad was required to do more, and be responsible for more, with no additional pay.

In general I found my mom’s life more tolerable than my dad’s. I found his perpetual working, subservience to bosses, and the lack of autonomy and development of outside interests to be boring at best and humiliating at worst. I could never reconcile my relatives story of my dad’s past with the dad I knew. The man who played trumpet, read philosophy, travelled the country, was an avid Ham operator, gambled, made his own sausage, cheese and wine, etc. was  nowhere to be seen. The last vestiges of that man were only seen at the rare moments he listened intently to the opera on the radio, or took time for himself to read reflective nonfiction.

The time I remember him being the most vibrant and alive was when I was 6 or 7 and his union went on strike. My dad become a leader of the workers at this time and set up camp at the downtown hotel in our town. He shined in the role of organizer, giving people instructions, speaking at meetings and being part of the negotiations with management. Though he was glad when the strike was over, I kind of missed the dynamic man who was my dad for a short time.

My dad’s sense of pride and self-esteem had him adopt the stay at home housewife preference. He felt it was his obligation and duty to be the “breadwinner” and that he would be a failure if his wife “had to work”. Yet, when I was 8 years old my mom decided that since all the kids (I was the youngest) were fairly self-sufficient that she wanted to do more to help make our family financially more comfortable. It took only a couple of weeks to convince my dad that she nor their friends would think she “had to work”, but that she just wanted a new challenge and it would allow my sister an opportunity to learn how to cook and manage a home.

My dad helped my mom get a job as a ticket agent at another station on the same line as my dad. She enjoyed the challenge and it gave them a shared interest which brought them closer together. Yet, it wasn’t long before the luster of the new job wore off, and my mom began to complain about the routine just like all the men. Yet, at the end of the day the sense of financial security she got from the job outweighed its deficits and she stayed on the job until about a year after she was robbed at gunpoint and never again felt safe at work.

By the time I got to high school I had made the following assessments of the world and lives of men and women.  I viewed being male as having almost no options and being destined to a laborious life spent in servitude, with little hope of privacy, autonomy or time for personal development. Most of the men I knew seemed empty, emotionally vacant and resentful. The boys my age were trying to sow a few wild oats before conforming to the fate of being male.

I did have some distant male relatives who lived in Italian communities or neighborhoods that seemed to truly enjoy their lives. They were artists, musicians, entrepreneurs (organized crime?), or individuals who somehow got by with minimal labor. They were fun loving, funny, emotional, and their lives seemed to be filled with meaningful relationships. Quality of life, joy and relationships were their priorities and they made you feel good just to be able to bask in their energy.

The Italian lover’s of life philosophy summed up by the colloquialism “dolce far niente”  (sweet idleness) was something that I harmonized with. Another version of this Italian art of living philosophy was offered by North Carolina State basketball coach Jim Valvano when after being diagnosed with cancer  said: “To me, there are three things we all should do every day…..You should laugh every day…You should spend time in thought. And number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears…If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day. That’s a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you’re going to have something special”…

The life of most of the adults I knew seemed hollow and meaningless. Life seemed too incredible and precious to me, to waste it in toil or mindless activity. Most men were doomed to an empty existence of endless labor, we had no choice in the matter. Women on the other hand were beginning to have options, my mom could work or stay at home. Technology and social change were opening a whole new world to women in which they began to talk of issues such as“quality of life”, “consciousness raising”, “intimacy” and the richness of human emotion and experience.

Just when I was beginning to feel that I would have little or no opportunity to lead a fulfilling and rich existence the women’s movement emerged as a beacon for a vision of living a quality life. While the majority of men were consigned to a life of labor and subjugation, a growing percentage of women were entering a new age of self-exploration and enlightenment.

I remember watching the Phil Donahue show and feeling a growing sense of hope and optimism. Women were leading a discussion on the direction of society. The gospel of the women’s movement seemed to be that men were leading an empty life of labor, ambition and the thirst for power, and that women were in danger of leading a “shallow” and “superficial” life filled with pettiness and gossip. Women were being called upon to join together in a quest for a fulfilling and meaningful life. A life of freedom, dignity, respect and personal development. 

The majority of my male friends in high school were either already becoming emotionally vacant and empty, or just partying until the music stopped. My female friends were more into self-disclosure and talking about their feelings. 

I became close to a small group of verbal guys who talked at length on science, philosophy and the future. I also found another mixed group of friends who talked about art, literature, music and social revolution. The majority of female friends I had, talked about relationships, human communication and the soap opera of adolescence. 

Though I sometimes found the conversation of my female friends to be petty or emotionally tedious it was far preferable to the alternative. I found myself introducing or advocating my female friends to become more engaged in the women’s movement and its basic philosophy.

Advances in technology were already showing that automation was the future, and that many factory jobs could be replaced by automated machines working faster and more efficiently than human workers. We already were showing signs of having too many workers for too few jobs, and that productivity goals could be met through less full time workers.

The women’s movement and pop psychology were informing us that “self-actualization” and “intimacy” were far more important than work/labor and making money. That, in fact, monetary ambition and long working hours were injurious to health, quality of life, and the development and maintenance of fulfilling friendships and enduring familial relationships.

Despite the murder of some very important leaders of social change much had been accomplished not only in the growth of the women’s movement, but civil rights, and the ecological and anti-war movements. Watchdog agencies, whistleblowers and journalists were exposing the corruption in government, business, medicine, finance, academia, the media and the military in a way that seemed to promise better management and accountability.

Human dignity and respect was on the rise for workers, women, minorities and students. Fear and hatred was being replaced by tolerance and understanding. The landing on the moon had been a sign that we can accomplish anything we commit ourselves to and that war, poverty, and world hunger were problems we could address and solve.

We are fond of saying that it is darkest before the dawn, yet one person’s dawn is another persons dusk. And just at the moment when I felt that the journey of self-actualization and quality of life was about to take flight, the forces of anger, control, hatred, and oppression seemed to silently turn us back towards the prison we just escaped.

Almost overnight the messages of personal development, quality of life, human intimacy, freedom and autonomy were being subtly modified and replaced with messages speaking of consumption, making money, and national and cultural superiority. 

The advertising and business world targeted minorities, women, and students as emerging lucrative consumer markets. Equating new found freedoms and social status with making money, consumption and having a new and expensive image. Drinking malt liquor and wearing specific clothes became synonymous with being a hip and successful black person. Virginia Slim’s proclaimed, “you’ve come a long way baby”, to hawk a product “designed for the modern woman”. 

Soon the women’s movement humanistic message of quality of life and intimacy became lost in the desire for equal pay and full employment. Entering the evil and destructive male dominated world of power, money, servitude and labor became the goal and battle cry of the movement. 

While I fully supported equality and rights for all, I felt stunned that the goal had now become for all to become slaves to money, labor and subjugation to corporate owners be they white male, female or minority. I personally cared little if the warden were black, white or female, I just wanted out of prison. My concern was in the quality of our lives and in our ability to create and sustain meaningful relationships and a societal respect for my and your privacy and autonomy.

Now forty years later I still have the same longings, desires and goals. I look back at the women’s movement like a photograph of an old girl friend who ended up sleeping with my old tormentor. We could have shared so much together, we could have had made the world an intimate caring place. Instead we now live in a society in which two paychecks don’t even have the purchasing power of one back in the 50’s or 60’s.  And where quality of life, life expectancy, health, happiness quotients, and leisure time have been on the decline and falling behind other more “socialistic” nations around the globe.

While I look back at what I experienced as a lost opportunity its hard not to be frightened by our surveillance society and the loss of all the freedoms and privacy we struggled to achieve and the fact that the only real growth industry left in our decayed capitalistic system of empire is fear mongering , prejudice and intolerance. 

Jim Guido

 

Poetry and Psychology and Relationships23 Feb 2013 01:48 pm

Such are the passions
Some love some hate
Some implore others debate

We get filled and overload
We get filled and then explode
Feel the urgent in others woes
Feel our passions to the bone

Those who want distance from the fray
Deem their equanimity the highest grace
A noble heart and a safe place
The calm enlightenment of the sedate

Love throbs, joy is electric
Laughter bursts and orgasm spastic
I want to feel your skin in the game
Feel your care at sadnesses base

Stillness is the ground before we breathe
Verdant life forever teems
Prolonged stillness is a sign of death
apathy, depression that completely disconnect

I listen for the echo of my desire
Of passion matched with longing inspired
I yearn to feel the hot gusts from your fire
My face wind burned by such passion sired

Nothing lost and nothing gained
Insults precious life’s predicament
A heart invested is all I seek
Devoted to care, compassion and the intimate

Endless process is our curse
A life sentence and wet nurse
Meaning flows from her sweet breast
I’ll give it my all and suckle till my last breath

Jim Guido

Philosophy and Psychology and Relationships10 Jan 2013 01:42 pm

Much of my thought over the last year or two has been focused on articulating and exploring the wonderful world of life becoming conscious of itself. A major part of my reflections has dealt with the complementary and integrated roles of the body and self-consciousness. I refer to the body as that which lives in the world, or the habit body. I’m generally comfortable as designating the self-conscious mind as the ego.

As you many of you who visit this site frequently know, I think too much emphasis and attention is placed upon the self/ego/executive function to the disservice and lack of appreciation of the skill and wonder of the lived body. You may want to read the previous posts in order to get caught up to speed.

 http://guidoworld.com/blog/i-realize-it-…
 http://guidoworld.com/blog/reflections-o…
 http://guidoworld.com/blog/life-consciou…

Okay, so lets start by the simple statement that the ego is the thinking mind, which among other things observes, savors, problem solves, plans, judges, blames, etc. The ego is by definition self-conscious (conscious of itself). We refer to it as the executive function because of its primal role in planning, organizing, problem solving, etc.

While the ego is busy being self-conscious and thinking, speaking to itself, problem solving and judging, the lived body is busy participating, integrating, harmonizing, hearing, seeing, tasting, smelling and touching the world. The lived body is reacting, responding, selecting, documenting, perceiving and managing our mundane existence and coexistence with the environment.

The lived body is the habit body. Based on a few important data points it learns how to effortlessly function in the real world with lightning speed. The lived body is able to act and process at a far greater speed than the self-conscious mind. While we walk our habit bodies are soaking in the environment even if we are self-consciously else where. When our conscious mind suddenly becomes aware of the smell of lilacs it is usually only because of the constant perceiving and sensing being conducted by the lived-habit body (me). Hopefully this description has you better understand or feel what I mean when I talk about our bodies being-in-the-world or taking up a world.

It is the transcendental nature of our ego (self-consciousness) which allows it to be able to reflect, observe and savor. Likewise it is the nature of the habit body to orient itself and function in the world. The habit body participates and is in the world, and the ego is that which appreciates and reflects on our being in the world. The ego’s ability to transcend and observe our body and our experience our essential for our being aware of our experience.

So in essence the habit body is aware and conscious, it just isn’t self-aware and self-conscious. The problem with most of modern psychology, science and even spiritualism is that they over exaggerate the importance and autonomy of the self-conscious mind and deny the importance if not existence of any other aspect of our humanity. In psychology there is only (self)-consciousness and unconsciousness.

Let’s take the term unconscious memory and apply it to the dynamic between ego and habit body and see if it can become understandable and not just an oxymoron. Okay, our lived body is processing and documenting a tremendous amount of data (experience, words, sensation, etc.). Much of this information is placed in short, medium and long term memory even when our conscious mind was elsewhere or focused on one or two aspects of the total experience. This is why if pressed you can recall what song was playing at a party, or what someone was wearing even while at the moment of those occurrences your ego was deeply focused on a conversation or lost deep in thought. While your habit body acts of a minimal amount of information, it still processes and remembers a huge amount of data over a small space of time.

The so called unconscious memory of psychology is more accurately described as memory that was documented and incorporated into the data base of the lived habit body and was able to be retrieved by the ego to become data for the self-conscious mind. In the rare occasion that the habit body has protected itself from the pain, discomfort or failure caused by a specific event/memory or general habit/memory than it is true that the self-conscious ego has to struggle to access this data. Yet, almost all memory is habit body catalogued, and the vast majority is organized in a manner allowing for the best and most comfortable successful functioning of being-in-the-world.

When one reflects on one’s actual experience there are many other forms of consciousness and awareness which do not fit the strict definition of ego or self-consciousness. Yet, in the dual world of consciousness and unconsciousness, the unconscious is bad and a problem. While it is true that inhibition and many bad habits originate in a the world of the habit body (me), it is ludicrous to say it only has negative attributes. The lightning quick short hand allows the lived body to move and successfully function in the world, it also allows it to sort essential from inessential material. Likewise, it is the lightning speed of its processing which allows it to perform and catalogue useful information (memory, habit, sensorial cues, etc.) at the same time.

Just think how slow and difficult it would be for us to function and learn if we were totally dependent on the ego as our only form of awareness. Even walking would be near impossible if we had to break it down into the thousands of components and compensations involved in almost every step. We probably would never learn to walk if the skill had to be imparted to us by our ego. Similarly, we could think of nothing else when walking if the general mechanics and each subtle variation of stride and terrain had to be self-consciously orchestrated and analyzed.

The habit body’s ability to adapt to a new situation is far more quick and efficient than if it were attempted by the ego. We can adapt and master a major change in a matter of moments as our body incorporates and makes the changes part of our functional body image. If I put a feather in my hat within a few minutes I move in a way honoring the existence of the feather and seldom having it bump into objects as I move about rooms I’ve never even been in before. Just imagine how long it would take if I were to have to consciously think through each new scenario.

Likewise think how quickly one adjusts to riding a bicycle or a car with radically different dimensions than the one we are accustomed to, and how impossible it would be to adjust if we had to consciously identify and analytically teach our body the modifications of the new vehicle, as we make every turn, brake and park the vehicle. A musician within minutes of being seated at a piano with keys of different size and response, can play even the most challenging piece with a smoothness and deft that defies logic.

I’ll end here and hopefully what I have chosen to write here has clarified more than it has overwhelmed in my attempt to articulate the importance of the habit body and its relation to the ego.

Jim Guido

Philosophy and Psychology29 Nov 2012 05:57 pm

We humans seem to be fond of engaging in half thoughts which due to their nature are blind to their implications and ramifications. While entertaining incomplete ideas is both convenient and somewhat inevitable the crazy part is we often choose these partial thoughts to form the cornerstone and bedrock of how we define and view life.

Due to our dependence on these beliefs and incomplete thoughts we often adopt fundamental ideas on the essence of human existence which are inherently contradictory if not mutually exclusive to each other or to our expereince of life.

Our ideas regarding capital “T” Truth is one example. While science and religion may argue who is the actual custodian of the Truth, they both seem to share the same basic idea on Truth. Truth, in both realms deals explicitly or implicitly with certainty. In most cases this uncontestable certainty is professed to be eternal. Many believe that something can only claim to be True if it is an expression of universal law. Truth founded on universal law can pertain to both physical and moral matters. Truth based in eternal law is the very definition of certainty.

One of the fundamental Truth’s of both science and religion is in the fact that every action has an opposite and equal reaction. In religion it shows up in phrases such “as you sow so shall your reap”and in the concept of Karma, while in science it is the essence of not only the theory of relativity but is found in Isaac Newtons laws of motion. Viewing the universe as one big  predetermined and self-functioning machine has been a rather persistent Truth for much of man’s history.

In religion you don’t have to believe in reincarnation to be a proponent of predestination. Most monotheistic religions or those involving a creator have a tendency to make the creator perfect and infalliable. The creation itself has an inner design and purpose which must be played out and fulfilled.

A perfect god can only create a perfect world and there can be no room for surprises in the execution of his infinite wisdom and knowledge. The monotheistic god is a perfect and absolute god, and therefore, by definition, a compete and total god lacking nothing.

The world formed by an absolute prefect creator has little room for chance or free will. Likewise, a universe based on cause and effect has no room for accidents. In both cases life is fated and predetermined. If all is cause and effect than all is fated and predetermined. In the mechanical world of universal law of Einstein or Newton all action is fated by the execution of the laws that apply to every action. In such a mechanical world of certainty and Truth is there room for inventive action or free thought?

In the world of religion and science, of certainty and truth, all life is just on giant script that plays out ad infinitum. If every action has an opposite and equal reaction, then what choice do I have than to respond to every stimuli in the way that has been planned out?

The contradictory role of free will is demonstrated in the creation stories such as Adam and Eve, Gilgamesh and many others. These stories all feature the fall of man to explain man’s misfortune as he destroys the perfect Eden in which he was cast. Yet, how else could man exhibit his free will but to disobey or disregard the laws of the creator? If he followed the script without fail he would never assert his identity. Only by an ad lib could man distinguish and separate himself from god. Yet, if god is perfect, than any deviation from his will is impossible or a sin.

So, in the world of Truth and certainty there is no room for free will and choice. In the world of cause and effect and universal law, all is predestined and any feeling of choice or free will is an illusion.

How does one rectify the concept of an expanding universe with the status quo of relativity? How does one find a logical basis for human creativity, error, problem solving or choice? How does one even explain how a human created from a perfect god could even entertain the idea of thinking and deciding on his own? The answer to these questions seems to be that they don’t. There is no explanation since these implications and ramifications of the original half thoughts are never explored.

Yet, despite this logical conclusion both science and religion seem to claim that humans have a free will and can and do make choices. In the world of half thoughts all is possible even when it is logically impossible and inconsistent. The goal of these half thoughts was to create a world of certainty and Truth. Additional thoughts are judged and valued by their ability to support and prove certainty and Truth. Inconsistencies are glossed over in the case of religion by mystery, and belief. In science inconsistencies are avoided by collecting data, devising theories and engaging in experiments which support one horn of the dilemma at a time.

The real irony is that while cerrtainty and Truth were devised to provide life with meaning, they (when fully explored and thought through) actually strip and deprive life of meaning. While concepts such as purpose and responsibility are akin to certainty and Truth, meaning is more suited to a flawed and finite human existence.

In a world of certainty and Truth there are expectations, in a world of meaning there is growth, development and progress. When one discovers the Truth one’s journey is over, if one finds the answer to life there are no more questions. Yet, human life derives its joy and meaning from a journey never complete, from never ending layers and perspectives to uncover and explore.

In my book, Exploring Intimacy, which you can read on this site, I explore the rich and inexhaustible process of becoming increasingly familiar with life, knowledge, yourself and others. Becoming intimate with something is not a one way street of getting physically closer to, but an endless array of perspectives both telescopic and microscopic of isolated and in context. Life could be lived for centuries and not be exhausted. Purpose, certainty and Truth are fairly one dimensional while meaning is onmideminsional and indefatigable.

The fear which seems to motivate the need for Truth is that without certainty life would become meaningless and chaotic. A universe without law is considered random and unliveable. Yet, in reality the choice is not binary, It is isn’t a case of either or.

The space between certainty and chaos is not empty ether, but rather one teeming with real life. It isn’t the conceptual ideal world of Truth or Platonic Ideals, rather the real lived world of flesh, feeling and thought. Between certainty and chaos lies the enire world of probability, pattern, chance, intimacy, growth, creativity and opportunity.

The following chart is my attempt at making a clearer distinction between certainty/truth and meaning/intimacy. As you can see I started with contrasting purpose and meaning, but many of the other terms listed below could have headed each column. The words in each column are not a point by point contrast with the words in the other column. Yet, I do feel it gives you a pretty good feeling for the two basic ways of being and living in the world.

Please read each column and see which one feels more like the world you would want to live. Which one promises the most joy and satisfacrtion?

Yet, for me the beauty is in the fact that at each moment we are able to choose which way we are framing and coloring our experience. In my life, I have found the right hand column more to my liking.

 

Purpose                                                                           Meaning

Fulfillment of role/function                                    Significance

Pre-ordained design                                                  Discovery

Fate                                                                           Free Will

Knowledge                                                                    Wisdom

Certainty                                                                 Probability/Permutations

Truth                                                                       Functioning Premises

Karma                                                                        Variability

Destiny                                                                      Creativity

Absolute                                                                      Relative

Eternal/fixed                                                                 Historical/malleable

Metaphysics                                                                   Process

Positivism                                                                       Phenomenology

Interpret/analyze experience                                    Describe experience

transcend humanity (overcome, transmute)         Embrace, unfold,  humanity

Perfection                                                                       Self-actualization

enlightenment                                                              longevity and joy

Assume/believe                                                          deduce/construct

universal law                                                               patterns and cycles

goal                                                                                 intention

 

 

Jim Guido

 

 

Philosophy and Poetry and Psychology04 Sep 2012 10:08 am

The following is a reverie on my song What We Live. You can listen to this song by clicking on to the music tab above and going to the CD entitled I’m Just Saying.

 

What we live                                                              6/6/09

Wrought by the night
Fraught with insight
The steely comfort comes shining through

No need to dream
No symbols crashing
Taking stock in what I see and do

I’ve lived my life
looking long into mirrors that imbue
Pierce through visions spawning truth
Come with me as we straddle the real
Trust in the fathoms we feel

We fall asleep
When awake we breath deep
So many lessons come into view

Questions when ripe
Unveil and incite
Preconceptions we unglue

Come with me as we follow the clues
Piece together the life we choose
Each day add a new brush stroke or two
Endless perspectives bring me closer to you

What we live warms my heart ignites my skin
What we live keeps me coming lets me in
What we live is all I know I end and begin
What we live is where I’m going and where I’ve been

What we live

When we focus our attention and what we live as opposed to why or even how we live, we are guided to the content and very stuff of our experience. We return to experience itself and not our theories, explanations, interpretations or objective analysis of experience. What we live is a fixed awareness on the primal dance of experience and the experiencer.

The song is a contemplation and celebration of what we live. What we live is an identification, articulation and appreciation of our experience and how we take up and live in a world. It is more about participating and describing than explaining and theorizing.

The what of living is being a body experiencing life and not just living in one’s head. The what of living inspires us to appreciate and savor the awe of being alive and being conscious of being alive. In sum, what we live is being immersed in experience, while at the same time savoring this experience and developing wisdom and insight.

The lyrics begin after a full day of living and processing the functional and pragmatic wonder of life.

Wrought by the night

Wrought in the sense of created or fashioned, but also hinting at the existential angst associated with being emotionally wrought.
The night referring both to the time of day, and all the images and symbols of the night, including its quiet, starkness, solitude and lack of activity.

Fraught with insight

Such a time of contemplation is destined to be filled with meaningful insight inspired by the peace, calm and formless womb that is night.

The steely comfort comes shining through

The comfort of the night I’m referring to is the calm starkness it offers, not the pampered creature comforts we so often surround ourselves with. Which is why the comfort is steely. A steely comfort is pure and naked. The steely comfort of all our insights and joys softly streams through the darkness with the type of clarity that only starkness can produce.

When our eyes get accustomed to darkness we often are aware of there being enough light to catch a brief glimpses of objects such as a silver candle holder or the shimmer of glass. These brief glimmers are like the fleeting moments of clarity which come to a calm and open heart.

No need to dream

On a night where I’m content and awed by simplicity, I have no need to dream. I have no need to flee the moment, or to look beyond life. Content in the moment and enraptured with my very heart beat I have no need to look above or beyond the moment.

My reveries and reflections are so fulfilling as to have me feel emotionally and psychologically sated that even as I fall asleep I have no need to dream, just to rest and savor my contentment.

No symbols crashing

This line is a combination of symbols clashing and cymbals crashing. It again emphasizes that for a fully conscious mind there is little need or use for dream. If one reflects, ponders and processes during the day than the “unconscious” mind often has no agenda or need to speak to us when we sleep.

Taking stock in what I see and do

When one does their work during the day the night is free to rest. A day spent taking stock in what one sees and does is a full and fulfilling day, with no gaps to be filled in at night.

There are no symbols clashing, there is no need for drama or for secret dire messages for a person who has lived the day fully and has been open to and paid attention to their inner life. There is also no need for nightmarish anxiety and heart pounding reactions to cymbals crashing. No suppressed symbols are crashing and haunting us and preventing us from deep and peaceful rest.

I’ve lived my life
looking long into mirrors that imbue

Everywhere I turn I see and benefit from mirrors which have me see myself. I find these mirrors everywhere, from my own body sensing and functioning in the world, to others, nature, language, music and history. I am forever energized, challenged and imbued by all myriad of snapshots propagated by the endless mirrors that dominate my vision and experience.

Pierce through visions spawning truth

My body, the world and self-awareness are all inextricably linked and interwoven. At times I see myself in the world, and at other moments I see the world in me. Each vision, reflection and pattern recognized contains a truth and a wisdom which deepens my life. Yet, these visions actually pierce through truth to the reality and experience that is what we live. Such truth unmasks and discredits the Truth that the less vigilant and thorough use to flee what we live.

Come with me as we straddle the real
Trust in the fathoms we feel

I invite you to come with me and straddle the real. The real that is both experience and our reflections of experience. That is both raw experience and the contemplation, processing and historical contextualization that gives birth to and sustains my sense of self. A self that is dependent and enmeshed in the world and my body.

While what we live is foreign to superlatives such infinity, absolute and Truth its reality is by no means pure fiction. The depth of our experience, and its endless revelations are only possible because we are limited sensorial beings born out of the interplay of world, body and mind. Yet, rather than bemoan our limits we should embrace them and though our knowledge and experience be transitory, our lives are none the less full of meaning.

Those who bewail that life has no meaning, are looking for the meaning of life outside of life itself in some form of absolute Truth. Yet, for those of us enthralled with what we live we are immersed in a world of endless meaning, a world of perpetual intimacy and increased familiarity with ourselves, our bodies and the world we live in.

We fall asleep
When awake we breath deep
So many lessons come into view

After a contented deep sleep we awake refreshed and open to a new day. We begin to commune and take in the world by filling up our lungs with the morning air. As we exhale we give a little of ourselves back into the world and reestablish our enmeshed dependence on our body and our environment.

During the night our attention retreated from the world. While asleep many new cells in our body developed while others died, and a slew of biochemical changes transformed our body every passing minute. Yet, despite the retreat and bodily changes we awake the same person able to recall and build off of our expanding and deepening sense of personal history.

Each and every moment brings possible discovery along with a renewed sense of familiarity with ourselves, our body and the world we share with others.

Questions when ripe
Unveil and incite
Preconceptions we unglue

Language is like the air we breathe. It surrounds us and is the very way we take up and have a world. As we experience and reflect on our sensory world our attention spawns observations and insights. Accurate descriptions of what we see and sense, resonate deep within us and give voice to our experience.

Our discoveries and curiosity give rise to new questions to be answered. When our sense of wonder slowly coalesces into a specific question it opens us up to a world of new discovery, insight and wisdom. Words and thoughts disclose the world to us as well as articulate our experiences. Through words and thought the world and our historical self are revealed (disclosed) to us.

Our increasingly accurate descriptions and observations resonate deep within us giving voice to our experience. This process born of dwelling in what we live is energizing and allows us to pay close attention to what we experience rather than what we think we experience. Observations based on real and actual experience dispel preconceptions and misperceptions that we have presupposed, and lead to increased intimacy with ourselves, body and world.

Come with me as we follow the clues
Piece together the life we choose
Each day add a new brush stroke or two
Endless perspectives bring me closer to you

The more we learn about what we live the more we realize that there is no end to the wondrous puzzle of life. For those attuned to what we live; learning, developing, discovery and increased intimacy are endless processes. Even though each day we add to the familiar, this does not prevent us from being surprised or stumbling across a novel way of taking up our world. Our assembled puzzle will never be complete, for there is no final answer or solution to what we live.

So let’s enjoy the experiences and processes of life. Let’s dedicate ourselves to following the clues afforded us by our experience, and assemble a puzzle together. Let us enjoy the freedom and options that comes with the reality that there is no final solution, or True answer to life.

Each day we can add a few brushstrokes to the great canvass we call our lives. What we live is best seen from a host of perspectives and viewpoints, each one with its own value and meaning. Each revelation regarding what we live is a perspective which we have the opportunity to use in a fashion which brings us closer to ourselves, each other and the world we experience.

What we live warms my heart ignites my skin
What we live keeps me coming lets me in
What we live is all I know I end and begin
What we live is where I’m going and where I’ve been

My life is forever enriched by staying attuned to what we live. This perspective teaches me (reminds me) that fulfilling experience is not a choice between being present (immanence) and reflective (transcendence) but a combination of both. My body feels and senses and my thoughts have me savor, appreciate and form a personal history. The simple act of enjoying the soft fur of my cat involves both my hand feeling the fur as it strokes the cat and my mind savoring, reflecting on and appreciating the experience and placing that one experience into the history and life world of my pet.

What we live is not just of the moment, but woven into the great tapestry we create. Each moment propels me to the next with anticipation and rewards me with adding to the expanding totality of my life. What we live is a self-contained entity comprised of my body, the world and my awareness of myself. All three aspects are interrelated and interwoven and no experience of mine happens in isolation or divorced from this primal trio. From my first breath until my last what we live is truly all I know, and where I begin and end. What we live is my story and my future, it is where I am going and where I have been. What we live is both context and content, and the generator of all life’s joys and meanings.

 

To say that life is precious is a gross understatement.

Jim Guido

Psychology and Relationships01 May 2012 10:42 pm

The following is a description of a model of care I am designing. I have introduced it to a few families I’m working with and the response to date has been very positive. The model is not just for adoptive family systems, but that is the populace for which I decided to use this pilot program with.

I will post a more complete description of the program, its goals, theory and methodology as I flesh out the details.

The Family Advocacy Model

In adopted family systems it is common that the adoptive child’s ability to function in their adopted family in a healthy manner has been compromised by the severity and/or confluence of early developmental factors. These factors can involve gaps in early personal/social development, neglect, abuse, trauma, or any chronic patterns or lacks which adversely affect the child’s sense of trust, validation or self-esteem.

In the Family Advocacy Model we assist the adopted family in the development and implementation of strategies, skills and family rituals which restore and promote the healthy functioning of the family. This is accomplished by our workers gaining an understanding and knowledge of the family system through family interviews, in-home observations, and file information along with on-going dialogue with support services already in place such as treatment teams, therapists, psychiatrists, etc.

Information regarding the family system thus acquired will be used in the design and implementation of goals and skills which will assist family functioning in terms of increased harmony, family role integration, bonding and attachment, and each family members sense of personal growth and development. Each family member will have input into the identification of their goals and assessment of their progress.

While attempting to assist in the improved functioning of the adopted family system we will also strive to honor, retain and promote the unique qualities and values of the system. We will restrict our focus to each family members functioning in the family in terms of their abilities, gifts and personality characteristics. While the Family Advocacy model attempts to meet the current needs of the adopted family, services and goals typically center around areas such as communication patterns, generational boundaries, role identification and clarification, and the appreciation, respect and empathy of each family member to the feelings and integrity of the other family members.

Although the immediate goal of the Family Advocacy Model is the improved functioning of the adopted family system as a whole, we, as well, do advocate for the successful social functioning of each individual member. As an family advocate we will assist and support the family in arenas outside the family home such as school, employment and peer interaction.

Jim Guido

Philosophy and Psychology18 Jul 2011 12:16 pm

Recently I saw an article which made a distinction between feelings and emotions. I was very excited to read the article since I too have considered feelings and emotions to have different origins and purposes. Yet, the article quickly disappointed me in that it was more interested in casting judgements than in distinguishing and describing feelings and emotions.

The article had a spiritual bent with a quasi-Buddhist attitude in which equanimity and love were the goals. The conclusion of the essay was that feelings were positive and emotions were negative. Feelings such as love, compassion and empathy were of our higher nature while emotions showed the type of ownership and over attachment which leads to pain, suffering, disappointment, hatred and the like.

My appraisal of feelings and emotions is much more complex than that of the the author of that article. I have a difficult time labeling this specific experience or response as an emotion and that one as a feeling. In my world there are grey areas and many experiences which may be both feeling and emotion.

Let’s take a minute and try to define the similarities and differences between feelings and emotions. The simplest place to start is with emotions since the literal meaning of the word is easy to identify. An emotion takes place when one emotes. An emotion therefore is a time when one emotes a feeling. An emotion is an expression of a feeling, or a desire to communicate a specific attitude, mood or condition.

One could say that emotions are based on feelings. The goal of emotions is often to express or communicate an underlying feeling, mood or attitude. Since emotions are a presentation of something felt there is always some form of performance or drama to an emotional expression. This is why emotions can sometimes come off as insincere or over the top. This is also why emotions can appear to be manipulative or having an agenda.

When emotions are seen in this light it becomes a little easier to define or delineate the realm of feelings. Feelings are general states, moods and attitudes which can give rise to emotions. One feels secure, safe, irritable, anxious, vulnerable or confident. These general states are what specific emotions are based on. Feelings are the background and mood which emotions attempt to express, amplify or communicate.

We are free to express positive or negative emotions which are based on comfortable or disturbing feelings. One can express joy, love, silliness, elation or gratitude based on feelings such as contentment or satisfaction. Likewise one can express anger, hatred, prejudice, intolerance, and rage based on feelings of insecurity, vulnerability, disgust or frustration.

Anger is probably the emotion most talked on. In my many years working with kids and their families this negative expression has often been center stage. So much time is spent talking of anger management or on how to extinguish or resolve anger.

In my work with people I often address anger as a secondary emotion and help people identify the feelings which precede anger. The typical primary feelings which precede anger are often identified as frustration, irritation, embarrassment or one feeling imprisoned, pushed, invaded or penned in. The ability to identify and express these earlier feelings is often the key in having a person find a way to break their anger response and find healthier and less destructive forms of communicating their feelings.

Yet, the line between feelings and emotions is anything but clear cut. Due to the function of language many words we use can represent both a feeling state and an emotion. Yet, the harsh reality that we cannot fit emotions and feelings into to separate and distinct boxes does not preclude us from using this distinction in a positive manner.

Unlike the author of the article and many spiritualists of various persuasions I do not view human emotion in an inherently negative light. I do not view emotional responses as inherently indicative of artificiality, over attachment or a need to control.

As I mentioned above many emotions can be highly beneficial and rewarding such as elation, passion, joy and rapture. Yet, even these emotions can be mishandled and become as destructive as hatred, envy and idolatry. The choice is ours, we can experience and use emotions and feelings in healthy or self-destructive manners. The fact that emotions can be painful or destructive should not prevent us from seeing and benefitting from their positive side.

Oftentimes the drive for spiritualism and mysticism is born out of a desire to avoid pain and suffering. In such cases they advocate for disciplines and perspectives which equate freedom and salvation with equanimity, non-attachment, and annihilation of the self.

Yet, to me such denial is a denial of the human experience itself. Love, empathy, compassion and intimacy are not an absence of feeling or emotion, but rather a deep expression of life and our humanity. Once again for me the wonder of life being conscious of itself is something to embrace and not something to conquer or overcome. The art of living life is a constant but potentially rewarding challenge, it is a challenge a dance which I hope to partake in for many years to come.

Jim Guido

Philosophy and Poetry and Psychology21 May 2011 08:59 pm

Recently I’ve been describing my ego, as the conscious part of who I am. I’ve also been thinking of how often my body is able to just wing it without my ego being involved. In this poem I explore the relationship between my mind and my body, the relationship between I and me.

I Realize it is Me

You and I together
We listen to me speak

Yet, of course,
You could say the same

You and I together
We listen to me speak

Yet, quicker than the labor of thought
You respond
As fast as a tap under the kneecap
With a river of cogent words
Reflexive but coherent

We can continue this way
for minutes
if not hours

With long verbal volleys
and fierce rallies
Words lobbed about
With deft and force
We are on our game
With more instinct that thought

In the now of speech
Who has time for thought?

You and I together
We listen to me speak

I realize it is me speaking
Though I am more observer than participant
Yet, every word is me
Said by me,
Expressing me

Speech is more me than I
While thought is more I than me.

When speaking I learn about me
While listening and thinking
I guide me
I mold me
I judge me
I improve me

I am amazed by me
The me that is my body
That moves about
and inhabits the world
Even while I am lost in thought
Or completely asleep

The me that is my body
That smells, tastes, feels, sees and hears
That breathes, loves and lives

I often take me for granted
I often forget about me
Or mistake me for I

Some believe that I will live on
Long after my body dies
Yet, I can’t imagine
Living without me
Even if this were true
It really wouldn’t be I anymore

For if I were to lose me
The I that would remain
or return
Would surely bear little
resemblance to me

Personally,
I hope that
I and me die together
It’s not just a romantic ideal
But it only seems fitting that
Since I have no memory
of a time without me
That without me
I am nothing
I owe everything I am
To me
All I think and know
I’ve learned from me

Without me
I would never have met you
I would not know your smile
your laugh, or the sound of your voice
I would never have touched your body
Or felt the pleasure of your embrace
I would never have been able to say
Or even learnt your name
Without me
I would have never experienced life
I wouldn’t have known love
Or been able to share the
Miracle of life with you

I am nothing without me
I am no thing without me
Thanks for being there for me
Thanks for caring for me
Thanks for sharing with me

Without you I never would have found me
Without you I would not have become me
Without you I would not be me

Jim Guido
5/21/11

Economics and Government and Politics and Psychology03 Apr 2011 12:25 pm

In my previous post I talked of four groups of people that frighten me. In sum they are the ambitious, the desperate, the certain and the propagandist/conman.
Obviously any individuals who embodied all four of these qualities or styles would be particularly frightening. Well there do seem to be certain professions which seem to breed all four of these styles and incorporate them into their daily activities. They would be politicians, perceptual managers (spin doctors, think tank architects, etc.), the corporate, governmental intelligence and financial elite, and media moguls.

Due to these people’s positions and influence you can generally refer to them as our government. Therefore, it is safe to say that the US government is the entity I most fear in the world.

The US government and the people who influence it are ambitious, desperate (for power and urgency), they believe they are right and just, and their end goals justify their means having them hide and misrepresent their true motives and goals. We, are consumers and voters to be coaxed and manipulated. Either we support and adapt to their plans or we are viewed as evil and the enemy.

There are people who are so ambitious that they have no limit to the money, power and control that they seek. Each victory they experience just gives them more resources to wage the next battle. Theirs is a competition that never ends until they are the last person standing. Their drive and ambition demand that today’s friends and teammates will one day become foes as the game can’t end when there is another competitor left in the field.

There are ambitious people who are completely desperate in their need to win. They will stop at nothing to insure their victory. Their ambition is urgent and their methods are based on the needs of the moment. Winning is the only rule that can’t be broken.

There are desperate, ambitious people who are certain of their purpose and in their right to win. They know that God is on their side and that they are fighting on the side of Truth and Justice. Anyone on their side is good and anyone opposed to them is evil. Since they have been chosen by God and Truth, all that they do is for the cause of the Good. Evil must die and the Good must win, all those who are killed in the crusade of Truth and Justice needed to die. Their will is the will of God or the universe and cannot be doubted or resisted.

There are desperate, certain, and ambitious people who have a need to convince others of the validity of their quest. These people will try to rally the masses to support their battle against evil and to realize that they are the good shepherd leading them to a better world. These desperate, ambitious, and certain people quickly realize that many will resist and dispute their righteousness and their goal. Those who can’t hear the truth must be convinced in whatever way possible, or must be deceived because the Truth and Good cannot be denied. Evil must be defeated at all costs and those who resist the Truth must be convinced for their own good or be vanquished.

There are people of vast influence who embody all of these qualities. There are many aspects of our society which fosters and rewards these individuals and aid them in their quest for wealth, control and power. Their insatiable thirst for power leads them to the government either as a politician, policy maker or purse string holder. There cause and ambition start to show up in the actions of our government and the way it treats the people.

The certain do not have to be blatantly religious in fact they can be completely secular, yet this does not prevent them from exploiting the beliefs and faith of the masses. Yet, even the secular certain have their own definition of Truth and Justice and they too feel they have a monopoly on the Good and the necessity of their mission.

Before closing I’d like to cite a few examples of the type of behavior I see which seems to demonstrate the presence and effectiveness of these individuals in our society. I will only state a few but am confident I could give example after example which in sheer volume would rival the complete works of Shakespeare.
The most obvious example is in the simple reality that the gulf between the have and have nots is increasing geometrically while already at historic rates. In support of my premise of endless competition resulting in fewer and fewer winners you can see that more and more wealth and ownership is being held by fewer and fewer hands.

We are slowly being convinced that we do not deserve a living wage for our labor. This is shown in a number of areas including the woeful minimum wage level, the probable destruction of social security, the destruction of labor unions and collective bargaining practices. There are even legislative bills enjoying some success which advocate taking 15% out of every retirement plan as a form of back taxes due to retirement plans function as “a tax haven”.

In essence we are being told that business and government are going to renege on their promises and legal obligations and not give us the money we have earned that they took from us. Not only that, but we are also not allowed to have a voice or representation of our interests as workers because labor unions are corrupt and evil and living wages and collective bargaining groups are potentially destructive to our economy.

It is amazing to me how successful the propaganda campaign to have the majority of Americans rally behind a fear and hatred dominated ideology which strips workers of their voice and recourse to prevent their exploitation.

At the same moment we are being told that we are at the mercy of corporations and businessmen to decide what our efforts are worth to them, we are told that we should expect no assistance for basic necessities but we have to earn them. Even if we work 60 hours a week we may not deserve medical or health insurance, dental care, food stamps or sometimes even shelter.

Instead of fearing the desperate ambitious people of certainty we are convinced to fear the lazy, unskilled and mentally handicapped who are a drain on our economy and a threat to our standard of living and quality of life. While they daily rob us and take whatever money we have remaining in our pockets they have us fear the random bandit or thief who may threaten our safety. Hence the entire realm of surveillance and homeland security.

We are told we must fight for freedom, and we must give up certain freedoms to protect our right to be free. We are convinced that our safety and way of life depends on our policing the entire globe and offering our children in sacrifice. We are told that there for our safety we must sacrifice our privacy and be under constant surveillance. We are told that there are terrorists among us and due to this we must sacrifice our rights of due process and trial and that any person not in support of these policies is aiding an abetting terrorists and so in essence are terrorists themselves.

We are told that controlling the policies and economics of foreign nations is essential for the spread of democracy and the protection of human rights. Since we (the US) are the Right and Good all of our actions are Just and necessary. People we kill and torture deserve to die even if they are never given an opportunity to stand trial.

We can’t afford to feed our poor, or give medical attention to those unable to afford health insurance, but we have trillions of dollars available to bail out our wealthiest businesses. While some are too big to fail most of us are too small to succeed. In a society dominated by the desperate people of ambition the big (them) must survive and flourish at all costs. Genuinely sharing, helping and caring are contrary to their goals and general way of being in the world.

Not being an ambitious desperate individual who doubts and cares for others I have no desire to compete with these people or even battle them. I have always tried to improve my life and those of others and therefore have always advocated for improvement benefiting the greatest number of people. Yet, since I was not desperate or certain I did not try to force people to hear my words or accept my help.

Yet, now I am feeling increasing anxiety as these people and their philosophy begins to wear away at the small safe space I carved our for myself. I theoretically realized there would be no end to their ambition and greed, but they are progressing far faster than I anticipated and people are listening to and even assisting them with far more vigor than I imagined.

In my next post I will address in what tangible ways I find these powerful and ambitious people a threat to my quality of life.

Jim Guido

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