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Saturday, September 24, 2016

Phantoms of Beliefs - Federico Moramarco

Have you considered the possibility
that everything you believe is wrong,
not merely off a bit, but totally wrong,
nothing like things as they really are?

If you've done this, you know how durably fragile
those phantoms we hold in our heads are,
those wisps of thought that people die and kill for,
betray lovers for, give up lifelong friendships for.

If you've not done this, you probably don't understand this poem,
or think it's not even a poem, but a bit of opaque nonsense,
occupying too much of your day's time,
so you probably should stop reading it here, now.
But if you've arrived at this line,
maybe, just maybe, you're open to that possibility,
the possibility of being absolutely completely wrong,
about everything that matters.

How different the world seems then:
everyone who was your enemy is your friend,
everything you hated, you now love,
and everything you love slips through your fingers like sand.

Federico Moramarco
"One Hundred and Eighty Degrees"


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  1. I allowed myself to ponder that possibility, in the year 2000. When I was about 63 years old.

    "Rules" which I had lived by, were seen as empty.

    Not over night. Taking years. But I emerged free. :-)

    1. How Interesting! So that means you're nearly 80?! Wow - had no idea... :)

      I've been in this place on the spiral many times. Each time breaking free from beliefs that had been assumed to be real. This time feels stronger - feeling the freedom :) Think you will like my next several posts :)


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