Dear Emily, You are in that place of perfect complexity, knowing you are sincere, knowing your critics are sincere, but knowing they are not perceiving the truth in your heart. How to create a context which allows them to see where they are fatally misreading your intention and your acts: that is perhaps a challenge beyond every one of us. But to create a paradigm of analysis which could make the determination of the truth: Is Steve right, or is Emily right?
Only reality knows the answer to this. You meanwhile have to live with the irony of your martyrdom. It will make you stronger. ;-) You must have qualified for this by being brave over Thanksgiving. I have made the attribution clear. (See below) The inebriates, they are certain they are sober in their judgment of you. And there just is no means for them to know any different from this. Any all of them who read this (what I write to you) are certain of my subjectivity not having undergone the objectification that I insist is so desirable. :-) Life is good, Emily. Robin --- In [email protected], Emily Reyn <emilymae.reyn@...> wrote: > > Dear Robin, I laugh every time I have to look up a vocabulary word you use. > Â Yes, I am completely abstemious today. Â I am exiting to handle my internet > issues, although I really want to see the movie Anna Karenina so it may take > precedence. Â I am excited to read the exchanges between you and Ann and you > and Judy and have a conversation with Barry about them. Â I liked your > criteria and I am absolutely blown away by what is listed below as well. > Â Laughinggull or you? Â I cannot find the original thread. > Â Compassionately, Emily. > > > ________________________________ > From: Robin Carlsen <maskedzebra@...> > To: [email protected] > Sent: Saturday, November 24, 2012 9:43 AM > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Euripides' The Bacchae > > > Â > > > --- In [email protected], laughinggull108 <no_reply@> wrote: > Robin Responds to LaughingGull: > Any confidence not born of grace is potentially suspect. > > Thinking you ever have something more to say to someone than you have to say > to yourself (in the saying of that something to that other person) usually > means trouble. > > Life is always trying to break us open--at least in some cumulatively > providential sense this is its intention. > > We just might have to put up with ourselves for a very long time. > > If love is not intelligent it is not the real thing. > > The highest gift from reality is the realization that one's life is designed > to make one into a someone other and more than what we could be if our life > was just up to us. > > Reality no longer provides any form of certainty about truth that can exist > separated from the living and immediate perception of what reality serves up > in one's experience. > > Any final idea of happiness will include the physical. > > If your sense of what is right does not escape from your subjectivity, it is > likely wrong. > > Pride is just a very inefficient way of experiencing what is real. > > The person we are was once an idea before we came to exist as the person we > are. > > LG:Robin, I too enjoyed your list of criteria for determining the truth > (although > I'll have to admit, I had to read each one very, very slowly!). > > I watched "Sylvia" again last night, a movie about Sylvia Plath (Gwyneth > Paltrow), her writings, her marriage to Ted Hughes (Daniel Craig), and finally > her suicide. The scene where some poets are just sitting around spontaneously > rifting on whatever's in their heads reminds me somewhat of your writings. > I'll > bet you would have made a great "beat" poet...perhaps you *were* one of those > "beat" poets? If you care to share, what are your thoughts on Sylvia Plath's > poetry or the writings of Jack Kerouac? Did either or both have a handle on > the > truth of reality? > > RC: I met Ted Hughes after a poetry reading: he was an extraordinary human > being. > > Who was at fault there--only 'God' knows the answer to this. And now, so do > Sylvia and Ted--and their son. > > I liked *On the Road* a lot more than Truman Capote did. > > I think Sylvia more normal than Ted--but she could not bear the mystique of > his maleness in the presence of other women. > > I think of Wallace Stevens possessing a more metaphysically beautiful mind > than Kerouac. > > Being a TM teacher in the early seventies held a lot more meaning than being > merely a Dharma Bum. > > Emily was abstemious in her posts today. > > --- In [email protected], "Robin Carlsen" <maskedzebra@> wrote: > > <snip> > > > You are just as interested in the proposition of being wrong as being right. > > > > You let reality be as complex as it wants to be as it makes itself known > inside your mind. > > > > Your argument interacts with reality (and you feel this) as you articulate > that argument. > > > > You seek to say what you have said before but to make sure you have the > experience when you say it as it you have never said it before. > > > > You are always being potentially the most critical audience to your own > performance. > > > > You look for the fresh validation from what is most real: the validity of > > your > opinion is, for you, up for grabs when you express it. > > > > You do your best to make your experience of being you as original and > > innocent > as if you were just coming to know yourself for the first time in that moment. > > > > You seek to know the difference between when the wind is behind you, when > > the > wind is blasting in your face. > > > > You like the idea of life as the opportunity to continually recreate > yourself--and to be recreated. > > > > You have the experience that what is behind reality knows you better than > > you > know yourself. > > > > <snip> > > Y >
