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LIVING HERE: Hell’s In Our Head

October 10, 2018 | | Comments 0

Hell seems real wherever we live,
long as we live in our head,
in our beliefs
about what’s real.

…Talking about knowing reality, here’s a Walt Whitman, Song Of Myself, excerpt, apparently about the occasion of his ‘waking’ up:

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers,
And that a kelson of the creation is love,
And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them,
And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap’d stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed.

On where to look for reality, Whitman said:
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop some where waiting for you.”

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