Feel-osophy

Volumes Filled

With Secrets Revealed

Lips Sealed

Not at all the Ideal

Making fiction a little more unreal

We only allow truth in segments at a cautious will

The Ink Unveils

What the Mind Wills

But cannot be said

By fear of what thoughts about objections other will be fed

So the thoughts lay dormant on paper and pen
Until the thinker gets the courage defend

Until the truth lays in front of subjective eyes
The words become intangible, and are but shallow lies

You cannot expect progressive change or revolution

When you hide unique creation with shallow substitution

A very sore sight for the creative mind
When they know the answer but chose to be blind

Emerson, Nietzsche, Thoreau, Whitman and Marx

All had their opinions on the Philosophy of the Arts

Emerson and Marx may have strayed
But Thoreau and Nietzsche to their minds they played

Multum in Parvo ‘much in part’

A small foreshadowing for a revolutionary and progressive start

Still two hundred years later most do not see

That life is a bit more simple when relating you heart to philosophy

It’s not the magnitude of the life you seek
It’s the intensity of the realization that makes your life a little less bleak

So instead of writing your pities or crying them out

Try to be optimistic……even simple……that’s what the great’s were all writing about

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    I have been burying my nose in Nietzsche’s writings for years but this month marks my fusion with Thoreau and his thoughts on Escapism and Naturalism. Don’t you find it a tad bit interesting that 5 of the great classic thinkers were in the same area in the early 1800’s? I mean they attended the same cocktail parties and social gatherings. They read the same newspapers and lived the same lives.

Whitman, Melville, Emerson, Hawthorne, and Thoreau lived in the same area of Concord at some point in their essential lives. Amoung the rest of society they just happened to be men that were more outspoken or mad, but to the rest of the literary world they have become intellectual idols. We have lived by their mottos, their words for almost two centuries. They all died unappreciated and more or less unknown. Why is it that the people that influence us the most in life have to be intangible? Why must they die first for us to take their “living” more seriously? Irony, right?

 Multum in Parvo- spoken by Thoreau. “Much in Part”- it was his conviction that it is not the magnitude but the intensity of realization which counts in life. He insists on the contrary, that reform begins with the individual and that if men would only come to their sense society would, become what it should be. Live simply, think highly is what I get from his writings. It took a man secluding himself from society and placing himself in isolation for years by a pond….for people to take his words seriously and reform their own lives. Although he tried to break from society…..I just want to be a catalyst for change in a broken society. I don’t want to turn my back on it.

“We walk to lakes to see our serenity reflected in them; when we are not serene, we got not to them” –Henry David Thoreau.

Life can be as simple and beautiful as you want it to be. The more materials, possessions and burdens you place on yourself…..the more of the simplicity you lose. Life isn’t supposed to be some difficult task you were given, it’s supposed to be a gift for you to enjoy.

Live simply…….Think highly