Monday, March 12, 2012

Some Kind Of Light. Some Kind Of Dark.

When the powers out
And its dark in the house
I will run

When those lights flash
And I'm out on the streets
I won't run

Deep at the end of space
Further than the sun
Is a crowd of chairs

I was running in the snow
Thinking about that red
Wanting to know now

Way out on a crystal sea
Protecting you and me
Is a battleship

Way down deep in my heart
I know what is on the horizon
I know what my soul is like


They will discover you
Walking down the avenue

They will find us
Living in their memories

Never saying a word
Waiting to live again

Wondering about the end
On those things which we depend

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I spend most of my time working as a mental health professional. I have been preoccupied with philosophy, politics, healing, and many other questions for the last 15 years or so. I am currently working on putting together my study of Plato and Aristotle with contemporary work in philosophy, psychology, psychotherapy, and trauma research. I use this place primarily as a workshop for ideas. I welcome conversation with anyone working on similar problems. The major contours of my basic project have been outlined here

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