What I Live For (Precis)

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What I Live For (Precis)

April 21, 2012 by kmabarrett

I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true,
For heaven that smiles above me,
And waits my spirit too;
For the cause that lacks assistance,
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do.

— Written by: George Linnaeus Banks
(for the full poem: click here)

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On This Day In:
2022	40Hrs
	Might I Have A Little More, Please
2021	All I See Are Nails
	More Money
2020	We Will Get Through This
2019	I Asked My Family Doctor Just What I Had
2018	You Have Just Begun To Climb
2017	Equal Protection Under Law
2016	A Stubbornly Persistent Illusion
2015	Or You Don’t
2014	If You Ever Fall…
2013	Glory Days (part 2)
2012	They Follow A Pattern – If You Know What I Mean
	What I Live For (Precis)
2011	Giving

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9 Responses

on April 21, 2012 at 5:00 am | Reply Alex Jones

Without meaning we are nothing.
- on April 21, 2012 at 8:13 am | Reply kmabarrett
  
  The problem seems to be that we (mostly) lack the ability to understand our own meaning and / or the strength to create our own meaning in the now. Of course, this presupposes “we” are something unique in the universe and not simply part of its total – and there is negligible evidence for either side other than or own ego(s). At the moment, I lean towards us being emergent consciousness – much like a bubble in slowly boiling fluid.
  - on April 21, 2012 at 8:18 am | Reply Alex Jones
    
    I think your view is good. Everything in any given moment is in a state of “becoming”, this is observable, for instance a baby hopefully will “become” the adult.
    
    Although we could be said to be part of the universe, it is unlikely to be judging us for anything, thus as far as meaning it is to us to find the meaning in our own existence, otherwise we are as empty as a shell on the seashore.
    - on April 21, 2012 at 8:32 am | Reply kmabarrett
      
      I more or less agree about the universe “seeming” indifferent, but then I find emergence in the middle of entropy… As for the emptiness of a shell on the seashore, my wife collects shells and keeps them in jars around the house as visual knick-knacks… Even as an empty shell I may find meaning beyond myself in someone else’s beauty (being in the eye of the beholder).
      
      Ego. We may each be the sound of one hand clapping…
      - on April 21, 2012 at 8:39 am | Reply Alex Jones
        
        One thought that came to me when reading this is how everything is joined up, there is overlaps and connections, so that nothing moves in separation.
        
        on April 21, 2012 at 8:46 am | Reply kmabarrett
        
        “How is it you see these things?”, the student asked the blind master.
        
        “How is it you do not?”, replied the blind master to the sighted student.
        
        Serioulsy, perhaps we are approaching the “meaning” of the Universe – we are all one.
        
        on April 21, 2012 at 8:59 am | Reply Alex Jones
        
        Yes, I agree, like a rainbow may be many colours but it is all one.
- on April 21, 2012 at 8:17 am | Reply kmabarrett
  
  Hi Alex, I forgot to add that if you liked the excerpt, make sure you click through to the full poem. The link is at the bottom of the post.
  - on April 21, 2012 at 8:19 am | Reply Alex Jones
    
    Thanks, did do.