Saturday, November 28, 2020

Men In Black

 Men In Black

By Mark Levin

These days of 2005 are filled with charged discussion on Supreme Court nominations and Justice nominations at lower levels as well. I’ve read a few books on justice in my past; I picked this book up as a vacation reader while on the beach at Bama & Bampa’s place. It is a recent publication by an author with credentials in law and a protagonist for the Justice of constitutionalist bent, which leaves him with a rightward lean. However, please don’t let the cover or his reputation dissuade you form an easy read through judicial history. He makes a case for judicial reform and cites a trail of inept judges (for many reasons) and a history of cases, whether left or right outcome, as demonstrable evidence to put judicial activism in check.

The basic premise whereby a judicial ruling is based on the practical outcome of events as opposed to strict interpretation of our Constitution, as amended are put in an alarming context when the author makes apparent that justices are appointed for life. My current views of recent events found myself comparing ‘men in black” to the “unguided hands” vested in the mullahs of Iran. Each can overturn the powers of elected government and thwart the will of the people that government represents.

Levin describes a progressive process that began in the Marbury ruling of 1803 and has been downhill ever since. He describes an orchestrated process that includes activist groups propelling our represented government to appoint men with a presumed bias; albeit historically not so, pre or post appointment. I include the post fact because Levin demonstrates where constitutionalist judges evolve to activist decisions over time due to pressure from activists inside the beltway. In that evolutionary process Levin demonstrates the word tools judges use to stretch a new meaning or direction of the constitution. And finally Levin demonstrates where agendas of activist groups bring cases to court in a strategic way to push our democratic process further down that slippery slope.

The book is a challenge to read because it brings up current cases whereby the casual reader would find personal bias of an example case to interfere with the position being put forth by the author. In my opinion, we are by human nature easily swayed into a train of thought that would have an influence on the outcome of a person’s fate as opposed to being disciplined to our mandates of our Constitution. There are some events where a decision doesn’t even belong in our Courts. Yet the precedence set in Marbury 1803 decision allows for judicial review of democratic process to put elected decision makers in check, leaving democratic decisions vulnerable the human nature of a Supreme Arbitrator. This is common when activism looses at the ballot box. And these “Justices” often fall prey to that same instinct. Righting the wrongs of the world as “they see it.”

I recommend this book only to give today’s left or right a grounding point. While the book’s cover and introduction do not imply this I feel Levin provided enough balance to put the reader in the center. His call is not for any political agenda, but for reform in the judicial process with regard to appointments of judges. It is only a call with a couple shallow ideas as a way forward. The side affect from reading select cases leads the reader to pause and think…. could I ever be a good juror? The Murphy family is well aware of what liberties can diminish when activist agendas draw our politicians and our courts in on issues they do not belong in. Joe, I thought of you when I turned the last page. Indeed we are not fixing a social problem at your expense. How do we fix this?

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Intimacy of Our Love

 

Intimacy of Our Love

 

As a flame of the fire in a hearth

Consumes the beats in my heart

Your Being our being now surrounds

My soul our souls a halo of light drowned

In interwoven imaginations and dreams

Organs coursing blood bursting the seems

Intertangled our bodies skin soaked in passion

Of Love and lust testing boundaries of

Our intimacy’s fragile fragrance of love

The flower blossoms nature in full bloom




 




 

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Zara Yacob - Rationality of the Human Heart

 

Zara Yacob

Rationality of the Human Heart

By Teodros Kiros

 

This book, while using Zara Yacob as the prime mover in Ethiopian modern philosophy, makes an argument that thought comes in the form of prayer from the heart.  Kiros begins with a contrast of Yacob (1399 – 1468) and Descartes (1598 – 1650) demonstrating mind-body philosophy.  One hundred years apart in time yet they have much in common yet contrast on this fundamental point:

Zara Yacob wrote: The soul is endowed with an intelligence … God created us intelligent so that we meditate (pray) on his greatness.

Rene Descartes wrote:  thus there remains only the idea of God. I must consider whether there is anything in this idea that would not have originated from me.

The departure exists in who/what is at the center.  Descartes finds it to be man, “I think therefore I am” making man’s outer world man made.  Yacob finds God at the center of intelligence and therefore not man made.  Yacob looks at man-made as the protagonist of customs and tradition of which he despises.  According to Yacob all thought requires an inquiry through prayer to God.  It is God’s answer that bring upon each man his own intelligence for which to navigate the outer world. 

Rationality for Zara Yacob is an activity of the human heart blessed by moral intelligence that is given to all human beings, should they choose to make use of this extraordinary gift.  Having a gift and actually using it are of course two different things, but for those who would like to do the morally right thing, the heart is ready to help them perform the important task of performing in a morally worthy manner.  Such individuals do not have to go beyond consulting their heart when they agonize over their decisions, over their choices and over their dreams of seeking to be exceptional human beings.

Zara Yacob was the first of philosophers to reconfigure rationality, by reordering the relationship between the brain and the heart.  The brain for him is a processing machine and nothing more than that.  The heart is the home of thought.  The brain’s function is not the production of thought, as the rationality of Descartes assumed.  The production of thought is an activity of the heart.  However, the heart does not do this alone.  The task is too overwhelming for the heart.  There is another power which aids the heart to perform this function.  Through meditative prayer the transcendent responds to the hearts desire to communicate and defend the truth.  The heart desires, and the force inside it, discloses during intense moments of searching (Hassa) and meditating (Hatata).  The thinking heart pressured by the pangs of existence, responding to injustices in the world, cries out for help, and realizing its contingency, and the transcendent responds with generous action.

In my interpretation and blue-collar comment:  the brain is a data processer and the heart (desire) is the AI modern computer science is all excited about.  I am old enough to remember the transcendental meditation craze of the 1970’s.  Society at large lost our way once again and went back to books, the web, and science breakthroughs.  What is intelligence if it does not have a moral conscience.  I will leave you with that to think about as you decide to pick up this book and read it.  Perhaps we can discuss what is at the heart of the matter.

 

I googled  “heart home of thought” and got a hit:  The Human Heart Has a Mind of Its Own, Scientists Find - Learning Mind (learning-mind.com).  Krista Tippett, author of Einstein’s God would be happy.

Friday, November 20, 2020

Thx For Holding My Hand

 

Thx For Holding My Hand

Alone on the foredeck staring into the night

Wind in my face, sails leveraging her energy

The wind that carries us all through life

Temporally alone, yet spiritually one with

Another; a goddess of mythic energy

Cosmically stars twinkling, conversing on a black sky

The siren of her being, extends her hand              

A sage with wind and current she sees

 

From my darkness she draws me by my hand

Onto a lighted path, she gently whispers

Softly float her words from horizons beyond thought

Is it the song in her voice; her speaking, her advice or

Is it in her listening with purpose filled eyes

She knows its her turn to hold my hand

With patient grace she steadies my footing

To give is to receive an unwavering gratitude

From One soul to another please accept my Thx



Sunday, November 15, 2020

Phantom Lover

 Phantom Lover

 

A phantom entered the room where we were gathered

Me, myself, and I that made a foursome yet the stranger

Like lilies in a field t’was was a breath of fresh air.

Filling the room even further my children joined

Conversing on the ebb and flow of our daily lives

Conversation knitting a social bond, a sense of family

 

As the glasses are drained, the evening turns to night

We each say good night, I love you, and retire to chambers

Asking from my pillow What’s inside that expression of love?

Why is it I only hear those words from my children

Alone I gradually become aware the phantom followed me

 

She introduced herself, “hi I’m loneliness’ sister, lets chat”

“I’m your phantom lover where the mystery lay

Not in the word phantom but found in the word love”

“You do know your children love you, they said so”

“Yeah but as the patriarch of the family that comes

In the wake of tradition and graciousness for my charity”

But you my friend on the pillow please stop thinking

Start simply Being who you are as you are…breathe

 

Know that you are yourself by yourself and We are all

Connected not by rules of social norms but in our souls

There is no earthly bond, rather an unconditional love allowing

Us to be with each other doing nothing but Being with each other

Not common among men yet always witnessed by God

There is no heart, no mind, just connection at the Soul Bone

Facing each other is standing in front our own soul’s mirror

As I look at you and you look at me, we find each other

Phantoms inside bodies navigating the phenomena of life











 


Saturday, November 7, 2020

This Fire We Must Walk Through

 

This Fire We Must Walk Through

 

Tested is the sword after fire stoked for hardening

The clanging of the blacksmiths hammer in rhythm

A soul’s temperament feels the fire through its lives

Notes of a song on a scale a song marked in time

Through a trial of wills in his hand his sword

 

Tested is the mind in and elevated flame

Searching for meaning tempered by doubt

Where mind is on fire the soul is adrift

On a sea of testimony shrouded in a mist

He writes letter to no one in his hand his pen

 

Life is a journey with joys and perils on the path

God’s destines; dilemmas through love and wrath

Walking through fire requires mettle of soul’s

Acquaintance with a balanced heart and mind

Warming by the flame of a fire; a body retires