Political Moments is a collection of quotes taken from the novel 'A Dangerous God, bastards of angels' and other works. It covers areas such as war, politics, evolution, free will, religion, humanism, tyranny, liberty, economics.
2. Aggression is logic. It is Order, not Chaos.
3. Free Will as Equality enables evolution since it allows the creative to excel or decay by its own failures and successes
9. Equality is not found between power and powerlessness. It is found between suffering and empathy.
FW27. Self-will expresses itself in only two ways....as Free Will ...and as Brutality.There is only power over oneself or power against others. The supposed Self Will or Free Will of Power is simply a will re-entering the herd with a larger stick.It means nothing.
R62. Do not curse the Little Devil so much..for it is not the God which creates the best Christian but , rather, the Lion....
R125. The mental diseases of chemical imbalances..thus wanders Evolution.
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The quotes in this book are given largely in their chronological order over the years 2012 to 2014.
Some are taken from a novel in progress called A Dangerous God, Bastards of Angels. Many are simply my thoughts and wanderings on political and social events over History.
I have included an Index at the back of book to help the reader find topics especially as I decided to not ‘lump’ the topics too much together for the sake of variety for the reader. There are three main categories however. Politics, which includes economics and social conditions as well as definitions on State and Government. The second is specifically Free Will as it pertains to individuality, collectivism and evolution. The last category is Religious thought.
My purpose in this book is to share with the reader my own development of ideas on the duality of Civilization and Individuality..and, as well, the conflicts resulting from those ‘experiments’ in Man’s evolution.
The truth is simple but it grows always in complicated soils.
biography
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I first began writing a long time ago as a poet. Poems turned to prose. Prose matured and grew a tale and traveled haphazard but in a novel way.
I wrote from the bewilderment of life...I wrote not for gain but out of loss. I used to say I was a ‘god-hunter’.....and that voice would either find me Saint Theresa’s ecstasy, Krishnamurti’s peace or Nietzhe’s madness.
I found no conclusions, no doors but eventually the walls I wrote on became grafittized and tapestaric.....
I had become a poor painter in words....
I have written a number of books on taoist philosophy (Tiger and Bent Tree); social/religious philosophy (Seven Days); adventure fiction (Firestorm) ; political theory (Political Moments); short stories (Cloaks) and a series in children books (Rubear)
I am currently working on another Political book and, also, a fictional novel about a 12 year old boy dying of cancer during a war in Europe in the mid 2030s.
The poet makes a feast out of dirt and then minces his words.
The poet is goat footed at the banquet, grinning widely into everyone's distaste.
The poet sticks shit to a blanket.
The poet fornicates with shadows.
The best poet buzzes darkly incessant in your fabric skull.
The worst poet is an indigestion.
In any coffeeshop, you can smell poets by their inertia.
Good poetry is waterproof. Everyone has at least one poem in their closet. It is solely theirs in the way we forget the maker of a shoe after we have worn it awhile.
When poetry dances, it is clothed; you are naked.
The drums rhyme.
If you are patient, everything rhymes.
Even God.