The True Paradigm, the Quest; Is Introspection a Hypothetical Construct?
I wrote this poem while studying a course in Psychology back in 1994-95, and first “broadcast” (published) it last year in 2010. It speaks of my perception of the human psyche; and a prudent objective, I think, is to understand oneself and others in an altruistic, humble way - while grappling with one’s own will - to prudently harness one’s carnal desires, in preference of a more intelligent, introspective consideration - in spite of the challenge.
- Existential therapy - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The "inevitability of death, freedom and its attendant responsibility, [and] existential isolation" are expounded here.
Later, studying some related elected courses in my Mechanical Engineering program, I gained a better understanding of the definitive links in the fields of Psychiatry, Psychology, Humanities, and Social Psychology. I might also add, these fields have parallels with Philosophy and Theology, and definite links with History, if even just our own.
The “Hypothetical Construct” I mention in my poem represents a tool to utilize in the preponderance of thought and imagery our minds can generate and be subject to, either in a transient way, or as thoughts we adopt as our own.
The “rod” mentioned is “the iron rod” spoken of in the Book of Mormon, revealed to represent the Word of God, so the Iron rod is the Word of God:
1 Nephi 11:25 "And it came to pass that I beheld that the rod of iron, which my father had seen, was the word of God, which led to the fountain of living waters, or to the tree of life; which waters are a representation of the love of God; and I also beheld that the tree of life was a representation of the love of God."
The last line of my poem is a reference to the true and original Masons, and their subtle yet noble adoption of the tenet which describes a way of dealing honestly, without yielding borders (in my unassociated view). And I am being “On the Level.”
I hope you enjoy this poem and revisit its message, for it is indeed therapeutic.
Please leave a comment if this writing has caught your interest, and what it means to you. Thank you for your participation.
THE QUEST FOR THE TRUE PARADIGM
The tugging of the conscience, the struggling of the soul
The harrowing steps on lattice, while evading mortal’s toll
Can only effect plunder, to people lauding it
Persona great will blunder — for fate we can’t outwit
One’s thoughts are like a garden, which needs good seedlings grown
For the heart will produce guerdon, when the soil is rid of stone
Let efforts never cease — and vigilance befriend!
So the profits and the wreath, can be your own Godsend
But still, we often wander, from our toiled turf
And sometimes even ponder, The Heights of Untamed Surf!
This is our Obsession — To Proliferate our Might!
Until, we all but lose, the paradoxal fight
What we must subdue, is our primeval lust
Our battle must be true, to transcend the feigning crust
Into what we might perceive, as quite implausible
Until our muse conceives, unconsciousness and soul
So, be wary in the dark, and learn to hold the rod
For pretentious is the hark, that distracts your forthright trod
The journey is inside of us; the challenge, from within
A hypothetical construct — If We Can But Grasp, might win.
For those without a conscience, are merely misplaced souls
Never adopting penitence, that is believable
But, Can We see inside, their deluded paradigm
If we do not abide, by our own true assign?
So don’t Edge God Out with Ego
Rather harness with your reins
The old pernicious spirit
Which stymies all your gains
Then who will bait and switch
The snares of all false pitch
When our hearts mete proper measure
Of True furnishments we treasure?
So Onward, Quest for Truth —
To understand as well
For the Mysteries at Loose —
We must Level and dispel …
© Copyright 2010 Timothy Alexander Donnelly