My Heroes have changed. At least they were Giants.
I met Patrick Stewart. At the New School. In the Capital of the World. He taught me that humility could be strength. He taught me that presence trumps words. At times. “Engage.”
She taught me strength in a woman, after my mom.
Saw her live. Rapture. She taught me anger could be channeled and used against the enemy.
Ayn Rand taught me to FIGHT. That principles and values are to be faught for if not, you don’t deserve them. And that intellectualism is a moral thing.
And that there is more to life than ‘this.’ That indeed “The noble soul has reverence for itself.” – Nietzsche
“…Some give up at the first touch of pressure; some sell out. Some run down by imperceptible degrees and lose their fire, never knowing how or why they lost it. Then all of these vanish into the vast swamp of their elders who tell them persistently that maturity consists of abandoning one’s mind; security, of abandoning one’s values; practicality, of losing self-esteem…”
Most everyone I know and knew, sold out. I think it takes losing that which you love most…to enter the realm of the epic life, of the left hand path, of original experience. I lost my mom at 20. I lost my sanity around that time…too.
Only recently got it back.
Joseph Campbell taught me original experience and the mythical life, as life. He taught me compassion and listening. Intellectuality.
Our country stands as the single most avid destroyer of the black man. And woman. We all let it happen.
He also and recently taught me that passivity is worse than being the perpetrator of evil.
“He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.”
This man taught me that tyranny comes in many forms. And that religion itself is THE primary perpetrator of evil in this world. Thomas Jefferson was an avid anti-Christian. –FACT.– Period. Look it up.
“I Have Sworn Upon the Altar of God eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.”
— Thomas Jefferson
I have been able to recite this at will since I was 15.
He was writing about a religious tyranny over a town by means of a preacher in the 1800 campaign.
My Dad loved him.