Soren Kierkegaard: Existentialism is it a Psychological Reality, or Myth? By John Gregory Evans © 5/10/2020 6:17:09 AM A choice we have. A Reality in a Higher Authority, blameless, blemishes none, may we assert, then, existence is quite the certainty, but choose we must, conscious choice, without the requirements for a personal vision; a kind of leap of faith, I’d say. From a personal way, the Voices I have heard, the Visions I have seen, remind me clearly of religiosity. Perhaps, a divine revelation as Kierkegaard contends, he did not believe in myths. Nor I should it be too soon. … Continue reading Soren Kierkegaard: Existentialism is it a Psychological Reality, or Myth?
A Social Justice Agenda Viewed through the Eyes of a White Heart of Transformation by John Gregory Evans © 5/4/2020 1:44:03 AM “She’ll carelessly cut you and laugh while your bleeding.” Billy Joel During the major eras of my life regarding women I never quite viewed myself as a sexist. I always felt justified through three accounts of domestic violence and sexual assaults by women upon my child-like appearance. Justified or not one must come to the inevitability to one’s own misery in life, and perhaps, aspire to transform from the heart to a moral and equitable vision, after all, … Continue reading A Social Justice Agenda Viewed through the Eyes of a White Heart of Transformation
All Poets Hidden John G. Evans © 5/1/2020 2:03:45 AM To all the poets hidden in sight, I wonder often, working through the night, Have you considered style upon style, precisely your manner, writing all the while? Have you witnessed the drab clouds of your mind from the start, delving deeply within your depths to create a poem’s fresh part, that expresses your experience, your style, as well, from heart? Style now, the imperative to grow, while word upon word appear as you sow, the words as worn, and worn again, new; write on through the darkness discover the new … Continue reading All Poets Hidden
Truth as a Child May See ~ Deadened fossils of the past, worries of the future, as opening in the present moment the healing of a suture. Why, must I torture myself? This past thus dead and gone, and the future nowhere to be seen, all that clearly remains is transforming our minds to living for what now is being. Listen, to this Rocky Mountain Idahoan breeze. Breathe this freshness in and stand back for God shall do a mighty wondrous thing. The mind is troubled, and our personalities will mix, but the healing comes from living now, today, among … Continue reading John G. Evans