Wednesday, May 25, 2005

EGG PSYCHOLOGY

If an egg never gets out of its shell, it knows nothing about anything but the stuff of its own being unrelated and unconnected to the world. Once that shell is cracked it is exposed to a whole world and it no longer is the center of it. Indeed, it has become part of the universe exposed to great risks (being scrambled, eaten, digested and disintegrated into fertilizer, or becoming a chicken only to be slaughtered) and also to great adventure (living the life that rural chickens can live laying eggs, mating, doing the chicken dance and gazing at an unobstructed moon.)
When I feel I am wronged, I try very hard to remember that the "wronger" is a person too and in that person's psyche he/she is justified for his action.
When I was 52, a man broke into my home, beat me until my flesh popped, my eyes blackened and my spine cracked. Before he could drag me to the bedroom, bleeding and speechless, he saw my dogs, dropped me and walked out through my unchained door.
No one found him. I do not believe he suffered so much as a backache because he was four times my size.
He walks through his life with my mutilation barely a memory of a fun time he had late one night.
My point in all this is to explain that often what we feel is our rightful pursuit of justice expends immense energy we can send out to the world in constructive lovely ways and the end result of trying to punish an evil act is too often a sense of defeat because retaliation never takes away the pain, never repairs the injury.
I so agree, Inez, that one must stand up for his rights and indeed, I am taking this woman to small claims court for making a written and verbal bargain and reneging, but I know as I write that this victory will be hollow. She is a thief and a liar and will continue to be a thief and liar. My own job as I try my best to live my own life is to avoid her ilk as much as I can, not to hit against her. My gift is my unique take on life. Fighting her, fighting that man, fighting unfair horrible things that happen to me, only stops me in my own pursuit.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I missed what exactly happened vis-a-vis the car but if you can get any form of restitution then go for it and "nail the bitch". Yes the victory many be hollow, yes they are still worthless scum (and probably shouldn't be allowed to reproduce) but you have to have to accept that one of the hazards of walking around gazing at an unobstructed moon is that you can't do that and see where you are putting your feet!
So alas you have to accept that you either spend your life looking for and thus avoiding the dog turds or alternatively get your shoes dirty.
I suppose if you wish to develop the arguement you could say that the fact that there is some form of state intervention possible means that you actually have shoes otherwise you'd be in your bare feet!
Now if we take the idea of bare feet to its logical conclusion we'd get into a debate over whether or not it is better to tread in fresh, still warm and squeltchy or old, dessicated and hard.........
We do not want to go there do we?

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