Thursday, August 26, 2010
Happiness
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
What is a true friend?
William Arthur Ward
Friday, May 14, 2010
We live in an age of Vipers
b : providing insecure footing or support
c :marked by hidden dangers, hazards, or perils
Treachery - 1 : violation of allegiance or of faith and confidence : treason
2 : an act of perfidy or treason
Perfidious - 1 : the quality or state of being faithless or disloyal: treachery
2 : an act or an instance of disloyalty
It is an unfortunate truth that we live in an age of people that are ever looking to one up, or take the advantage of anyone so that they can get ahead or benefit in some form. In a word they are duplicitous, often saying one thing but meaning quite another, playing on confidences and usurping trusts of private disclosures, acting one part when they feel or think quite differently. More often than not, the most dangerous vipers are those that wear the guise of friends at least by colloquial, popular, or Facebook-like standards. Some people accept the pecking order strata and get comfortable with their roles, others try to play the game better than others, but few actually hold their heads up high and speak to the truth that it is a bad thing that has become the norm, and something that needs to stop. Today, people are master actors, easily confirmed by the way the masses dot over those that adorn the tabloids, television, and movie screens, imitating fashionable and trendy dress, demeanor, and dialog. Oftentimes the more outwardly religious, social, wealthy, or intelligent an individual, the more treacherously skilled they are. Honesty, purity of heart and word, sincerity, what I deem as real people, not plastic people, are truly more valuable and rare than gold. It is a hard thing to read between the "lines" amateur movie actors sometimes spew out in almost imperceptible contrivances. I have, however, found a common denominator. A behavioral mark that all that are dishonest reliably use. They beguile!!
Well, what does that mean you might ask.
Beguile:
1 : to lead by deception
2 : hoodwink
3 : to while away especially by some agreeable occupation; also : divert 2
4 : to engage the interest of by or as if by guileintransitive verb: to deceive by wiles
synonyms see trick
Ok, ok, you might say. I understand what the words mean but how does that help, you might ask.
The following phrases show beguiling in action:
Just kidding
Just joking
Can't you take a joke?
And all similarly duplicitous comments.
Another commonality is the acceptance and use of SARCASM!
Sarcasm
1 : a sharp and often satirical or ironic utterance designed to cut or give pain
2 a : a mode of satirical wit depending for its effect on bitter, caustic, and often ironic language that is usually directed against an individual
Sarcasms and double meaning comments sharpened to sting or in the common vernacular zing or zingers, are a clear sign of someone that practices the dark arts of beguiling. Beguiling is also shown by those that use half truths or those who try and get others to feel a particular emotion void of truth by hyper manifesting emotion in their communications mostly by physical body language. It seems to me that those that hail from the western regions of the US are particularly adept at this tactic, especially women. Many have mastered the art of communicating through the most effective medium, body language, intonation, and facial gestures, things that are either expected, elicit a certain response, or would benefit them by getting someone to feel a certain way. Either way it disenfranchises the person receiving the information from the true feelings and thoughts or disposition of the communicator.
Another clear example of a beguiler is someone that regularly and often uses the term sorry. In our time "I'm sorry" has become a common phrase void of true contrition, said so often it is almost as common as the, and, or but. It is said so often and expected to appease all so readily that if you don't accept an insincere apology people turn the tables on you and make the argument about your attitude instead of the original problem. I'm sorry means that one is sorrowful for one's actions. The words without the sorrow is a lie!!
Sorry
1 : feeling sorrow, regret, or penitence
2 : mournful, sad
3 : inspiring sorrow, pity, scorn, or ridicule :pitiful
The person that practices insincere sorries is a beguiler, they seek to overlook their faults and proper restitution, and get back into the good graces of whomever, and for whatever motives, it is beneficial to maintain the status quo.
On the opposite spectrum are the people that never say that they are sorry. Those that say one thing and deliver another and by force of character, prestige, prominence, wealth, status, or any other point expect others to overlook their shortcomings without making mention of the inconveniences they impose. These people exhibit classic narcissistic behaviors and narcissists make the greatest beguilers!!
Bottom line.
Beguilers are liars, and there are many ways to impress upon people to
believe things that are not entirely accurate. But then again the beguiler
doesn't care about relationships or equality, at least not so much as the
ends they seek to bring to pass.
Christ didn't miss the mark when he said
Mathew 7:17-20
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Oh the Brilliance of Hamlet!! Some of my favorites!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
I'll speak to it though Hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief.
Gertrude
More matter with less art.
That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity;
And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure;
But farewell it, for I will use no art.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Hamlet - You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal — except my life — except my life — except my life.
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must like a whore unpack my heart with words,
and fall a-cursing like a very drab
Ophelia - scene iii
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.
And recks not his own rede.
Polonius - scene iii
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend.
This above all — to thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Ghost - scene v
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin.
Hamlet - scene v
O most pernicious woman!
O, villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables, — meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Hamlet - scene v
The time is out of joint; O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
'Tis too much prov'd, — that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To die, to sleep, —
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; —
To sleep, perchance to dream: — ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death, —
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know naught of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Hamlet - No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
Ophelia - No, my lord.
Hamlet - I mean, my head upon your lap?
Ophelia - Ay, my lord.
Hamlet - Do you think I meant country matters?
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business, as the day
Would quake to look on.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
I took thee for thy better.
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty.
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poisoned shot — may miss our name
And hit the woundless air. — O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.
Hamlet: I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
Rosencrantz: My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.
Hamlet: The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing —
Guildenstern: A thing, my lord?
Hamlet: Of nothing.
Claudius: What dost thou mean by this?
Hamlet: Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
Hamlet: In heaven; send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
And spur my dull revenge!
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
But in battalions.
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum.
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I lov'd you ever: but it is no matter.
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
Rough-hew them how we will.
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.