What do drunks do?
Well, besides being instrumental in the obvious havoc of which most, if not all are familiar to whatever extent they are that drunks cause; it is most often consequent to some undertaking in an estate hidden from the drunk. He earnestly believes in his own capability. Not only is he not as drunk as others may tell him, but also that new vistas of expansive opportunity for success now lay open for his proving. Why do we all too well understand:
“Watch this! Here, hold my beer” (?)
We can talk about relaxed inhibitions, or a reality being presented and accepted as skewed by the effects of alcohol upon the senses; and/or all the findings of molecular biology and neuroscientific discoveries. But at base remains that thing Eliot acknowledged (as mentioned in my previous blabbering) as present and active, the need to feel important. Necessary. Even singular.
To reiterate his quote:
“Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm; but the harm does not interest them. Or they do not see it, or they justify it because they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves.”
(Drunks will often beat dead horses, as you may well see in me)
In the simplest terms I am allowed to apprehend and express there appears a resident something of “I need to be more than I sense myself to be, or am perceived to be by others; and to whatever extent remains this irritation I must express a better-ness…and not only so, but by whatever means of capability have it acknowledged and knowingly accepted of others”.
And again, in short and no less, “I have the goods to prove this”. (Or, “I will get them”)
And schools are forever churning out papers to staple to once candidates for affirming their now better-ness.
I hear the plaint. I hear the cry. I know the not so latent or vague rationale and argument. And God knows I cannot deny in any measure my participation and approval extended to “How else can any know who is qualified?!”. (I myself did not last see a YouTube dentist for paining teeth)
To quote another of perhaps less note than Eliot, but whose words were puppeted on a silver screen
“My hypocrisy knows no bounds”. (That scriptwriter probably knew something)
And what would any imagine is the very first impetus coming to fore in any who may have the slightest inkling of this but “I will show I am not a hypocrite!? (Here, hold my beer!)
Is it laughable? Condemnable? Too pathetic and embarrassing to consider or admit?
Just too plain and obvious that its mention is itself an embarrassment to any speaker? Is this news…to any?
Man…seeking to prove himself…and in so doing making full display of all his inability. We do find a quite manifest limit to flight, and as near to the sun as we may care to show ourselves we soon discover an inverse square formula relentlessly at work in heat and distance.
My need for singularity is all my undoing. And mostly I am convinced I can only speak to, or with, those who have either some inkling of this, or are familiar by experience. Science does not offer advice except by implications to be inferred (if they are). “Waxen wings melt at a certain temperature” is all science can say.
Take from that data what one must, or cares to, in regards to flying with them.
The arguments always and only arise from any contentions implied, directly or declared universally, that all fly with only those. There will always be at least a one or a some who will pipe up with the better-ness of their equipping exempting them from any necessity to acquiesce to a universality pronounced, and not subject to the declaration of some other. The “But I have aluminum wings!” stating and proclaiming crew.
Not knowing the melting point of aluminum will also soon be calculated.
Science has a lot to say in regards to the state and estates of things, even to where solids become liquids and liquids become mere vapor. And vapors disperse quite invisibly, now unhindered by bonds once maintained in a warm, comfortable, but frail…frigidity.
“I will show you whom you should fear…” is recorded as being said by a man who either knew of what he spoke…or did not. A distilling all of all fear, even all of terrors that might be known, surmised, or even yet obscure and unconsidered to the drunken…and in that distillation to find a purity for deposit toward a one, alone.
Some claim to believe him, or believe in him, and still another many find him of mention with only the greatest of disdain and mockery. So be it. All is precisely as it must be.
But he did not leave any without recourse to experiment…himself the utmost of the scientific in the strictest application of that word in regards to a knowing. He knows what he knows not as data points accumulated, but as source of any true knowing that even precedes all experimentation.
If any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God, or whether I speak of myself.
He tells that a man can know.
But what?
israelx7wordpresscom 