Damn!
Idiots and fools and crooks and bastards and angels are everywhere. Perception
in the moment, or worse, reputation, will define them. We are given to calling
behaviors by name, and we can tend to paint the canvas, the entire person, with
one color. We are not readily persuaded that a person can change, that only one
square inch of the many square yards of a person's life does not color,
contaminate, make or mark the person for life. Because he once thieved he will
do it again. Because he once betrayed, she learns not to trust anyone. Because
I once killed, i fear I could kill again. Because I once loved, I have learnt
never to give my heart away again. Never! And so on. Very many of us like the
idea of going somewhere and starting all over again, where no one knows us;
others of us do not entertain the notion at all. I am who I am, Popeye the
sailor man! Morons!
Sameness
is our quotidian nemesis. Generally (research would have it) we are Daily
Beings rather than Conscious Becomings. Tradition predominates. Champagne needs
this glass, beer that. Red wine goblets are distinct from white. Fish knives
and steak knives and butter knives have a purpose; don't mix them. And God
forbid that the extra place setting be different from the rest, unless made
extra special for the extra special guest. Emotions dictate. Not that
preferences be construed as innately wrong, but strict adherence to and
discomfort with any tradition, on the one hand, or on the other hand, can
create great discomfort. As Tevye put it, "If I bend too far, I will
break!" Fish need...
Disintegration
requires, in order for us to be at ease with it, a willingness to adapt. We are
given to discomfort with the process when we climb a peak to get a better view;
we know that the outcome may be worth it, if only the weather will be clear.
But should the change expected or foisted upon us be perceived as negative, as
in fired from a job, or the victim of an accident, or being forced to relocate,
the disintegration from what was is
difficult to accept as positive. Dabrowski's Positive Disintegration Theory is
an actuality.
Kohlberg
has it that we are differentiated according to a moral or ethical sensibility
to the habits we engender from sensibilities around us. Eight stages enliven
his challenge.
Erikson
has it that eight chronological and psychosocial developments need 'mastery',
as contained by the habituations within each. Undeveloped virtues remain
challenges.
Clare
Graves envisions Nine Memes of progression, enlivened by non-integrative and
integrative predominances, the first six Memes of First Tier, the next three Second
Tier.
Maslow
and Bloom and Gregoric and JoHari and Delinger and de Bono and Anagram Theory
too will add to the meanings of mankind, provide tools to check into our
thinking, our habits, our wonts and wants. Or not. The vast majority of us are
too preoccupied with the misfortunes of surviving, or involved in the struggles
of succeeding (however we may see those terms) for us to be engaged in being
consistently aware of degrees of integration. Easier to react and to predicate
immediate behavior on precedence afore thought. The paradox of letting go in
order more entirely to accept all of everything just As IS is not readily
managed. We are creatures affected by the effects of mankind, of nature, of The
Gods, and of ourselves. Then again, my dear, as the saying goes when it gets
inordinately tough, who gives a damn? Really? Well, who do you think you are?
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