July 31st, 2010 by Jeremy

I feel like my pride is the curtain drawn over 3 inches of plate glass… displayed behind which is my frightened, drowning form. I’ve had no serious clients. I’m two months behind on almost all my bills. Last day of the month and I have no idea how I’ll be paying my rent. I go out and slowly spend what remains of my cash to make new friends and potential clients, yet the only people who call are my debtors. I’m hungry.

My nose is pressed against the top of the box that holds within my last breaths of air. I’m hidden… invisibly and desperately beating on the glass of a container I thought was big enough. All with Pride.

I got myself here. I could have done better. Life is a series of choices, right? Only I am held accountable for my actions and must therefore accept the fruits of my labor. With Pride.

I know that no one wants to hear about my failure. That’s why the air that remains in this water tank is so sweet. It’s far too precious to be exhausted with screaming. So I suffer with Pride.

I have nothing of value. No savings. No assets. I knew that this enclosure of mine would fill as it is now. Yet, I refuse to call myself stupid for going about it the way I did. My Business. I refuse to think it was all a mistake. I have no one else on whom I can depend, so if I drown, it will be with Pride.

July 15th, 2010 by Jeremy

T.S. Elliot and Carl Jung were pioneers before their time. Is it possible that these past speculations, made in reference to time and, as Jung called it, “The Collective Unconscious”, are back to haunt us?

For years, I’ve been the beholder of a very unpopular idea: that Humans are connected by the mind and that the realization of this would be the fulfillment of all of our societal and individual problems. The larger system, made up of the human race, could become balanced… completely doing away with wars, nonsensical laws and the consistent theft of trust we undergo. Divorce would return into the black depths from which they came. Competition would be fair. The faith we had, so long ago, in each other would no longer be necessary; as it could be evidenced simply by looking from within. Poverty would cease. For a while, everyone would be raptured into a unified harmony; like during the days of Eden. For a short while.

The snake would rear its head within the mind of a single person who was arrogant enough to believe that he could use this connection for his own design. He would amass others and they would connect only with each other. It’s human nature. It’s the nagging voice of an ego that finds itself dissatisfied even in the midst of human perfection.

While that’s the case, the collective is in need of a cleansing. It needs to rediscover itself, so that it may see the other polar extreme that hasn’t been seen in centuries.

Right.

So there’s a little truth in everything. This post is actually due to a very good film that I watched yesterday to take a mental break. It’s called “Yesterday was a Lie”. It was a visual representation of the core beliefs of Carl Jung and TS Elliot. Funny, I even heard things in this movie that I embraced long ago without being able to cite the origin of these beliefs I cherish most.

“There is only truth in words a man’s heart finds agreeable.”
The First Essential Philosophy.