Psychosis: “Lead Us Not Into Temptation”

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I have been thinking about the word “temptation” and exploring its definition.

Temptation’s root is the word “tempo”.  It is any repeating pattern that destroys our individuality and turns us into the mindless mob.  Whether it is “Zeig Heil” or “Yes We Can” or any religious repetition destroys the cycles of mental individuality and synchronizes us into a martial tempo.  It is collective psychosis, a mental virus, sensory cycling, the swastika.  In fact, martial, chanting and temptation are synonymous.  The Nazi Flag is the image of a revolutionary global white psychosis.

The challenge is not to think the same or to think different.  The challenge is to have the strength to think for yourself.  Your evolving personal melody not a static collective march.  That is the true formula for happiness and peace.  Anarchy and Libertarianism are good.  The leaders, drum beaters, of the herds fear it.

Longfellow: A Psalm of Life

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A Psalm of Life

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
“Life is but an empty dream!”
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act to each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,–act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labor and to wait.