The Political Philosophy of Division Rings the Bells of Truth

A person commented on my blog tonight relating to Adam Smith and Moral Philosophy and informed me that Ayn Rand was the Objective philosophical inspiration for the Conservative Party in the United States.

I felt moved tonight to write from my own heart a poem about the philosophical divisions that divide politics in order to differentiate ideologies. I see tension as the duality whereby one creates the other. Truth can only come from untruth, virtue from no virtue, happiness from unhappiness, compassion from selfishness and so on. Each of us share the prejudices at various times, there are moments we are selfish there are moments we are compassionate. You can envisage the yin and yang symbol. The dark (negative) and the light (positive) principles offer contrasts to expand awareness. We define ourselves by what we are not, that is how we find out who we are. So it is not to divide from the so called ‘other’ or some may see as the ‘enemy’ but to know they are their to offer a contrast. Your job is to simply decide who you are in relationship to the ‘other’. Where we often go down the wrong track is through judgement and demonising, we go deeper into negativity and project anger and ugliness onto the other. When we realise we are projecting we can examine ourselves not the other and reclaim peace.

I am always on the side of life and life is always in harmony with all that is (all sides). 

Just a comment about poetry. When I write I am not thinking about things I want to say, I just have a feeling that truth needs to arise. I am not sure how it will look in the end. I find I just start singing (writing). The words just come onto the page and I feel the rhythm and ideas just emerging naturally seeking harmony without force. My heart is filled with love as I align myself with inspiration and peace. An hour or two can go past like 10 minutes. I am in the zone as they say. It is a wonderful way to feel life. I C first to be creative and just love it.

Enjoy the poem it is written for you. No matter who you are let’s have a cup of tea at the Mad Hatters Tea Party and talk about our differences in celebration that perhaps life on earth is a dream, a fantasy we are all making up for the drama and fun of it. I wonder….

The Political Philosophy of Division Rings the Bells of Truth

Our world is divided,

Not by lines on a map,

But the lines of ideological indifference,

For the lines are aged and etched,

Deep and entrenched,

For they dig trenches not bridges,

To divide and conquer.

Philosophers of great repute,

Were drawn into the global dispute,

18^th century Philosophers were astute,

And resolute in intellectual discourse,

Mastering courses of logic, science, literature, astronomy and economy,

Seeking enlightenment beyond autonomy,

Drafting graphs and schemas to plot human behaviour,

Stabilising demand and supply as the ultimate saviour,

To optimise the wealth of nations,

On scales of balanced moral sentiment,

Holding up the eternal flame of life, liberty and happiness,

As a declaration of interdependence,

Where the truth of equality is self-evident in self-regulating systems,

As a human right.

No market is free at the expense of the wellbeing of another,

Mercantilism sought war chests through foreign raids,

Laissez faire demands supply is an equalizer of free trade,

For Adam Smith was a Moral Philosopher of aid,

For he saw principle in the sentiment of the most depraved,

Human nature inspires joy for the happiness of others,

And sorrow as the shared barrow of feelings intense,

For this was the moral common sense

underlying the real wealth of all nations.

Universal values determine unity,

And the unity of the commons is the harmony of our true nature,

Individual freedom trumpets ‘to thine own self be true’,

For is selfishness objective?

Is compassion subjective?

Is the object separate from the viewer?

Is compassion seeing ourselves in each other?

For how can you call when I am thinking of you?

How can light be both a particle and a wave?

Separate yet unified they say.

Many see the physical world as real and call it finite reality

where you win I lose,

Some see the metaphysical world as infinite reality

from which we all choose,

Do you create your reality (Create)?

Or does reality create you (reaCt)?

For to C first then look is to C reate (inner reflection),

To re:act is to act again (outer pattern),

One C’s choices,

The other C’s victims with no voices,

For the power of fear has no choice,

They are subject to a reality out of control,

Their reality imposes control to maintain the reality of their subject,

To find natural forces are a chaos theory,

With interconnected feedback loops and tipping points,

For survival of the fittest is the goodness of fit test,

Rather than survival of the fittest,

In harmony as all parts are the whole,

In ecosystems of interdependency,

Where natural selection favours adaptation to a unified field,

Self-interest is the variety that is genetically (economically) modified for selfish profit

Supplanting seeds of sustainability.

For the Mad Hatter is at the tea party,

Afraid the Queen of Hearts will sentence him to death,

For there are two messengers – one will come and one will go,

Yet uncertainty means he doesn’t know if he is coming or going,

For his philosophy is confused speech and distorted vision,

As self-interest can never know the whole,

To speak from the heart is authentic happiness,

To visualise the harmony of the whole is liberty,

As one justifies objectivity as detached indifference separate from the whole,

The other seeks to resolve the differences and bring all in from the cold,

For that is how the sum of the parts exceeds the whole,

For only the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth sets you free,

To see yourself in me,

And that my friend is unity.