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Straight for the heart

A big old door with a new, little latch:
the delusion of security
under the ugly of reality,
such is life.
If you sit behind a door, afraid,
you’ve already been beaten.
Buy a gun and be done with it.

I am no gun-toting, “a pistol in every hand and an AK-47 in your underwear” supporter. I loathe all guns of all types and all eras—pistols, rifles, and phasers—almost as much as I loathe the violence-prone society that we have become and from whence such implements of destruction come.

My point is, don’t be a victim. And don’t especially be an emotional victim. Fearing for your safety in domestic disputes is an ugly reality that all too many women, children, men (yes, men) and elders live with. But putting a small latch with four small screws on an old door frame does not buy security, it gives you the delusion of security. If you really live in fear, be realistically and fully committed to a workable protection plan. And whatever that plan is, be ready with it, be ready to implement it, implement it when it is necessary and don’t look back afterward with any regrets.

Thank you for reading Straight for the heart. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

john

© 2013 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. This poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original work found on this site, unless noted otherwise. The attribution claimed under the license is: © 2013 by John Etheridge, https://bookofpain.wordpress.com.

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The mirror

An image lies only shallowly on its face,
unlike life, where depth lies in everything completely.
Everything and all, and all that we reflect
is emptiness and foam and silent regret,
depth without—none within,
depth within—none without,
magic,
an illusion casting an illusion of an illusion.
Can you see it?
This complexity, a conundrum and a simile,
is a conundrum and a simile in itself.

Few people appreciate the scales involved in an atom. Consider a hydrogen molecule, which is a single proton/electron pair. Electrons and protons are very, very tiny when compared to the size of the atom they form. In fact 99.9999% of the volume of a hydrogen atom is vacuum. The implication of this is astounding: the vast majority of everything we thing is “solid,” of everything we think of as “reality,” is actually nothing, an illusion of our gross level feelings and susceptibilities.

Then, to this, add the concept of a mirror image. Where exactly is that image?

Thank you for reading The mirror. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

john

© 2012 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. This poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original work found on this site, unless noted otherwise. The attribution claimed under the license is: © 2012 by John Etheridge, https://bookofpain.wordpress.com.

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