Altruism and the New Enlightenment : An interview with E.O. Wilson

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I think we are ready to create a more human-centered belief system. I realize I sound like an advocate for science and technology, and maybe I am because we are now in a techno-scientific age. I see no way out of the problems that organized religion and tribalism create other than humans just becoming more honest and fully aware of themselves. Right now we’re living in what Carl Sagan correctly termed a demon-haunted world. We have created a Star Wars civilization but we have Paleolithic emotions, medieval institutions and godlike technology. That’s dangerous.

~ E.O. Wilson

http://www.slate.com/articles/health_and_science/new_scientist/2012/04/e_o_wilson_on_altruism_and_the_new_enlightenment.html

THE SUMMER IS OVER

 

 

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The first song

Is innocence.

 

The last song

Is dirt.

 

And the summer

Is now gone along with

The heart and the flesh,

From diseases known & unknown

Which constantly

Remind us that

If we are anything

We are flawed.

 

 

Human in the eyes to be inhuman

Noble to all our fellow creatures

Except our fellow man,

Woman or child, reporter

 

 

“Or God”

 

And when I was a kid

Isis was a superhero on television,

A Goddess who fought for truth & justice

That now the pathetic

Have now turned

Into a bitch

 

 

And the open light

Is now once again

Vanishing from

Our very souls

 

Yes, the summer is over

The summer is gone

 

But in the end of all ends

It is the light that depends

Upon you no matter

How dark it gets

 

Keep fighting.

 

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~ R.M. Engelhardt

    08.29.14

Something …

Hard pressed to

Write a poem I

Remember the illusion

Of a moment.

 

 

Something about

A haiku.

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~ R.M. Engelhardt

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A smoke, a book, a cup of coffee. 

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These are the little things that get us through this sometimes weary world and all the rainy days.”
~  R.M. Engelhardt
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THE  LAST  CALL

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When stars fall out of the sky and
all lights fade into silence.
When you grow cold
Eyes grow old
Touch grows cold
Stars fall out of the sky

And lights still fade.

After years
After hours
After moments
That never mattered

You grow cold
Love grows cold
Eyes grow old

And love fails..falls,
Fucked up and silent
Foolish and waiting

In the corner.

When the universe no longer
Yields to your commands

When the mirror finally breaks
And all you are left with is glass

You grow old
touch grows cold
eyes grow old

And all of the stars still
Fall out of the sky

It’s time for the last call.

 

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~ R.M. ENGELHARDT

JESUS ISN’T HERE

 

So the other day

The witnesses came

And knocked upon my door

 

Both dressed in black suits

And they wanted

“Information”

 

They tried to come in

And they tried to hand me pamphlets

And they tried to make me confess

And they kept asking me this

“Have you found Jesus yet?”

So I told them

That I didn’t know anybody named Jesus

And that I didn’t know who he is or where he lives

And that I don’t know anyone named God

Or anybody named “Peter”  “Paul” or even

A Baptist supposedly named “John”

Let alone some woman named

“Mary”, the Pope or anyone else of

Any importance or of any significance

At all.

All I told them was that

I know this guy who lives

Down the block named “Noah”

Who is always in his backyard working

On his boat.

Both of them then looked at

Each other a little bit puzzled,

But they did not seem to believe

My story. And after saying something

About this guy that they were looking

For being quote “My savior” in an annoyed

And confused manner

Left.

So I closed the door and locked it

And then told Jesus that the coast

Was clear and that it was ok for him

To come out from behind my curtains.

“Whew!” That was close he said.

They almost got me that time!

 

I told him “Listen bro” Your secret’s safe with me.

Cross my heart.

Jesus scratched his beard

And made a peculiar face

“Very Funny” he said “Very Funny”

And with a wave of his hand

Made us some more wine

And we got drunk.
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~ R.M.

BUK

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If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed, don’t do it.

If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it, don’t do it.

If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently.

If it never does roar out of you, do something else.

Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket,

unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.

When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself

and it will keep on doing it until you die

or it dies in you.

There is no other way.

And there never was.

 

 

~ Bukowski

http://theghostofpoetryfuture.tumblr.com/post/94880175400/remembering-bukowski-happy-birthday