So, then, what defines a person in their morality; why does morality play a role, must there be an authoritative universal code of ethics? To exist together we must understand the issues in self-ethics, and move toward a goal of understood ideology.
So, then, what makes me a conservative (in terms that truly mean nothing more than my set political feelings, basic foundations, and statement of self) is simply that I adhere to what I see as a suitable code of ethics. I take intellectualization, from Freud's thoughts on defense mechanisms, and apply it wholeheartedly toward my personal philosophies. Freud says that one will attempt to rationalize and reason, intellectually, an unconscious problem problem to avoid confrontation and emotional stress. That defines me, it is a statement of many personal ideals that I play through.
It actually is my statement on love, in general, and how I act through that. It is, unfortunately, a very base issue that makes absolutely no personal sense; though, affects everything wholesale.
So, then, when my love asks me what I discuss with my parents; I answer her, basely, saying that my parents know what they know, and that, logically, I can't, by any means, use more commas. I'm reading everything that I can on psychology so that I may know myself, I know nothing about myself or what is actually happening in my mind other than what I've done, to make some sort of sense toward this girl. This girl is a conundrum of self, a paradox of all philosophies and analytical psychologies, it would take the entirety of my life to understand myself in relation to her; I fucked love a long time ago, and have now found myself directly in the midst of it once more.
So, then, conservatism is my understanding of self. It is no big deal. It is what it is, and I am more defined as a communist than anything else; I would be a green primitive, but fuck that. In relation to love, conservatism has nothing to do with it in my action; it has everything to do with intellectualization. My defense mechanism to the unknown.
if i love You
(thickness means
worlds inhabited by roamingly
stern bright faeries
if you love
me) distance is mind carefully
luminous with innumerable gnomes
Of complete dream
if we love each (shyly)
other, what clouds do or Silently
Flowers resembles beauty
less than our breathing
E. E. Cummings








it was really good talking to you today, have a great night
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I have not talked to you in while, i hope everything is well with you. Your in my prayers
much love
-Erica Garcia-
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I think that this is the blackest, most despairing, bitterest song I have ever heard. It manages to express a fury and insanity far beyond its appearance. It's on their new album, "We were dead before the ship even sank." Can you still download music? If so...give it a listen and tell me what you think.
Funny, how we always tried so hard to be different when we were younger.
But if you're still looking for higher purpose, it's easy to find. God watches over all aspects of our lives. It's not as if God goes off to some other task when we fall asleep and doesn't keep track of what's going on in our subconscious. If a dream addresses a moral/personal issue, God, sin, or something similar, it is safe to say that God knew about it, and therefore safe to say he had a hand in it.
I've recently had some very interesting dreams as well. Here is one for the record books as far as possibilities of interpretation goes (it was rather detailed, so I'll truncate it):
Me and all my friends were part of a vast army. We were in a enormous plain. Opposite us was a similarly large army, made up or horrible beasts. The champion on this bestial army was a giant deformed creature, sitting atop a titanic beast as a mount. I was near the forefront of our army, and all I was armed with was my knife. Yet nothing I could do could penetrate the skin of the Beast. Then I found out, or was told (can't remember) that the measure of how deep a wound the knife could cause was directly proportional to the length of a cut I had to make in my own skin. In other words, I had to make cuts as long as possible on my own body in order to wound the Beast.
You're usually surrounded by people who say they are Christians but practice the most vile worldviews in reality. In fact, much of the course of your life has been defined by apostate and/or corrupt Christians who have personally wronged you and your family, whereas you take it upon yourself to rigorously investigate all matters of faith and religion, and (I presume) at least try to carry them out.
But that's just the initial meaning. If you want to read it in a different way, you could say that everybody around you in the dream is just a part of yourself. In fact, the entire world in the dream might simply be you. The blood and darkness you are able to see everywhere could be sin within your own life that you have hidden from the outside world. You accuse yourself in the dream by pointing out the blood, but at the same time, you refuse to accept or recognize it in your waking life. But that’s a stretch.
Or maybe you doubt your own faith because you’ve been so long surrounded by people who do not have true faith. The mockery you are subjected to in the dream might be a sign that you’re beginning to wonder if the darkness and blood you’ve always seen in our fallen world is really not just an illusion after all.
As far as what this dream reflects on your tuning to the spiritual, I’d say that it means that your situation among the people you are currently with has reached a boiling point, and has begun to permeate your subconscious thoughts. We need to talk on AIM concerning an unfinished conversation…
Sorry to disappoint, but the vine was wrong—I died in China.
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