“To know more, one must feel less, and vice versa… Nature, the soul, love, and God, one recognizes through the heart, and not through the reason. Were we spirits, we could dwell in that region of ideas over which our souls hover, seeking the solution. But we are earth-born beings, and can only guess at the Idea — not grasp it by all sides at once. The guide for our intelligences through the temporary illusion into the innermost centre of the soul is called Reason. Now, Reason is a material capacity, while the soul or spirit lives on the thoughts which are whispered by the heart. Thought is born in the soul. Reason is a tool, a machine, which is driven by the spiritual fire. When human reason … penetrates into the domain of knowledge, it works independently of the feeling, and consequently of the heart.”

Dostoyevsky

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/kimberly-tan/why-do-we-care-about-gram_b_1635448.html

“Why do we care about grammar to the extent that we do? Of course, it can be valuable in some contexts in order to guarantee clarity and bring a level of order and elegance into the language. But beyond those basic rules, why does it matter? What difference is there between “to write furiously” and “to furiously write”? People would understand the meaning regardless, even though the latter contains the dreaded split infinitive. Hundreds of years ago, individuals did not even know, much less care, about these minor conventions, but nowadays, people immediately pounce on the slightest grammar infraction, no matter how inconsequential. As Lynch astutely notes, however, there is no reason why proper grammar should be valued so highly, as phrases such as “colorless green ideas sleep furiously” are virtually nonsense but break no grammatical rules, while “I ain’t got nothing” is one of the most hated phrases in English, even though it is perfectly comprehensible and invokes a sense of personality and style that most other phrases remain unable to do.”

The splashing water in the fountain sings
Like murmuring streamlets as from hills they spring
When I close my eyes I seem to be
By the road to Dent from Ingleby

In a river pool,  the water shone.
A breeze of ripples  swum this ocean
The limestone crags like bibles speak to me
A parable of images I see.

And as we climb up to the  ancient town
A whirlwind rages, wills to knock us down
Yet God did not appear in raging storms
But by a still small voice, his words were borne.

So this fountain is in miniature
A holy place where new thoughts spring up pure.

Some evenings, the sky turned pink

We were happy, lying in the grass

There was a young lady from  Harrow
Whose hips were excessively narrow
So  her jeans were too wide
And such was her pride
She said she felt better in Jarrow

Another young lady was tall
As she  hardly slouched on the wall
She took her young man
For a stroll to Japan
Which makes little sense to us all

Rollo May’s The Meaning of Anxiety (public library), originally published in 1950:

We can understand Kierkegaard’s ideas on the relation between guilt and anxiety only by emphasizing that he is always speaking of anxiety in its relation to creativity. Because it is possible to create — creating one’s self, willing to be one’s self, as well as creating in all the innumerable daily activities (and these are two phases of the same process) — one has anxiety. One would have no anxiety if there were no possibility whatever. Now creating, actualizing one’s possibilities, always involves negative as well as positive aspects. It always involves destroying the status quo, destroying old patterns within oneself, progressively destroying what one has clung to from childhood on, and creating new and original forms and ways of living. If one does not do this, one is refusing to grow, refusing to avail himself of his possibilities; one is shirking his responsibility to himself. Hence refusal to actualize one’s possibilities brings guilt toward one’s self. But creating also means destroying the status quo of one’s environment, breaking the old forms; it means producing something new and original in human relations as well as in cultural forms (e.g., the creativity of the artist). Thus every experience of creativity has its potentiality of aggression or denial toward other persons in one’s environment or established patterns within one’s self. To put the matter figuratively, in every experience of creativity something in the past is killed that something new in the present may be born. Hence, for Kierkegaard, guilt feeling is always a concomitant of anxiety: both are aspects of experiencing and actualizing possibility. The more creative the person, he held, the more anxiety and guilt are potentially present.

What would it be like if we had to use punctuation when speaking>
I say comma old girl comma.do you fancy a night out question mark
Yes comma she replied cheerfully full stop.Where shall we go question mark

Not very appealing, is it?
In oral communication, we use the tone of our voice, emphasis on certain words, our facial expressions etc to make what we say understandable.There is a big variation in how much affect our feeling we put into our voices too
How are you,dear?  can sound very caring or quite brusque.This is something we need to think about.We may not be getting across to the other that we are really interested to know how they are.
And as a listener [ which is a skill many of us lack] are we hearing what the other person is telling us or are we on automatic?~

The violent torrent springs from mountain’s  flood
Thunders down the hillside  like a God
But in the flatter fields  its force  is less
It gently flows through meadows brown  cows  bless

It broadens , flanked by gracious water mills
Here industry  exerts its iron will
Polluted.  disturbed  Tees  just flounders by
Until it reaches its great estuary

Wide and sandy beaches to the South
Decorate this generous water-mouth
As shells and little fossils mix with stones
We find   peace and salty little bones

In its end, the wild stream  has quite gone
The North Sea’s waves smack  rivers overcome

There was a young man with a stammer
Who was addicted to using bad grammar
So he learned what was right
Before he could write
With errors that struck like a hammer

And they say we should not begin “and”
But, pardon me, I think it’s grand
And furthermore
When we open a door
We might find your invisible Hand

I found your wedding shirt among my clothes
I must have saved it from my sister’s hands
Remembering the dead is not on trend
Fear of  grief and this life’s startling blows
Your  last smile

Yet loss and death are not  such evil foes
Though on  our face they leave  old sorrow’s brand
And they can’t be controlled,  we understand
We learn how small we are, like worms  below
A wedding shirt

And so this knowledge’s to our heart’s bestowed
We can’t send loss to trash to be disposed
Our response  speals from our heart, by mind unplanned
We are naked as the East wind blows
A wedding dress

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/rondeau

http://classicalpoets.org/how-to-write-a-sestina-with-examples/

Pray, Father,I give you my blessing
That’s the wrong way round.Never mind.Tell me your original sins.
We don’t have to confess those surely.We are born like that.
I mean I am fed up with boring sins like theft and swearing.
I don’t know if I can think if any sin except I bought my husband some soap called Allure.If it does allure he might be unfaithful and it will be my fault.
Don’t worry about the future.At least he will smell nice in bed.You should get Chanel Number 5
It might confuse the cat in bed.
Why, do you make love to the cat?
No, but the cat sits on top when we do it.
So what’s the problem?
If the cat hates Chanel Number 5 he might leave the room and love without the cat is  not what we are used to
But it’s not a sin!
Oh dear.I can’t think of anything else.
You must try harder
Do you mean to remember sins or to commit more?
Whatever, it gets really boring in here.
Would Jesus say that?
He didn’t speak English.
Won’t he have learned in heaven?
I know on earth everyone online must know English but they have no Internet in heaven.
How can you prove that?
Heaven was  there before it was invented
So was England!
I see what you mean.But if they had the internet it would make them sad to see us being so cruel to the vulnerable.
But only if they knew English!
Well for your penance write to the Council and ask for unisex lavatories.
I thought they were all the same except some have  differet handles.
I mean that there will be just lots of loos for all races, sexes, and genders.You won’t have to prove you are biologically man or woman.
OK, Father and I will keep a diary of my sins online
Will it allow comments
I’ll have to see how I feel.
You feel nice to me.
How do you know?
Because I am your cat.
How did you get in there?
The priest is in love with me!
I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

I was in the doldrums again  this morning
{Is it a department  store?]
I didn’t feel like moving
[Where to ?]
So I said, come on, Mary.
{Is that your invisible friend?]
So I walked down the Shambles.
Then up to the Minster.
Then I said, God , if you exist, do something
So he said, I’m in the Doldrums as well.
{ So he’s read the Ancient Mariner]
So I stood there and suddenly rain fell.
Then he said, oh, I meant that for Egypt
I said, surely you have more?
Can’t you reverse time and make the rain turn into a cloud?
He said, I’m too lazy
[Can God be lazy?]
I said, how come you speak English
[You were rather rude]
He said, do you prefer French?
I said, well they write a good letter.
Do they still use pens?
What for?
What do you think?
You don’t mean?
I never  believed in Freud,
He was ok it was his readers  who were wrong
Did they read him naively?
That’s one way of looking at it.They thought if we all  had sex all the time we’d no longer be neurotic
That was before Hardy WineStain came here.
I agree
Me too!

In a  spiral of confusing pain
Memories absent hang on new desires
We  disconnect  from  love and its  cousins

We plunge  to  blackness, we are stricken, maimed
The shock of cold has altered love’s gold fires
To a   blizzard of confusing pain

Some feel guilty; others flush with shame
For this holy love is not for hire
We   must connect, with  skill, the heart ‘s remains

Reckon not, account not, for the blame
Like the falcon in its programmed gyre
Turning, turning in  delusions plain

The red sun gleams, the word is here, unveiled
Dread and woe   make all men into  liars
They disconnect  from  love  and its  travails

Struggling in the stuckness of the mire
In the camps with  boundaries of barbed wire
In  the triumph of the Nietzschean male
We were cursed and culture  was derailed

I saw the light and now I’m acting gay
Spring is  on the wing and birds appear
It is time for   Oedipus to pray

Don’t need no whip, the government  is grey
They’re chased by demons, seems they’ve come up  here,
I saw the light and now I’m feeling gay

Who needs a bed when there’s a load of hay
Bread and cheese and a large mug of beer?
Doubtless, it is time for lions to pray

The piper called and asked us for his pay
The road to hell ‘s a motorway that veered
I saw red lights and now I’m feeling flayed

I bought this lamp for tuppence on eBay
Go to Winder, so we’ll see the mere
Doubtless, it is time for  wolves to prey

My husband sinned and now  he’s being smeared
Just because the milkman was  King Lear
I saw the theatre burn and Macbeth play.
A wheel , oh there’s a  potter with the clay

http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-synecdoche.html

Synecdoche Forms

There are several different forms of synecdoche examples including:

• A synecdoche may use part of something to represent the entire whole.
• It may use an entire whole thing to represent a part of it.
• It can use a word or phrase as a class that will express less or more than the word or phrase actually means.
• It may use a group of things that refer to a larger group or use a large group to refer to a smaller group.
• A synecdoche may also refer to an object by the material it is made from or refer to the contents in a container by the name of the container.

Here are examples of each type of synecdoche.

Part to Represent Whole

It is common in our language for part of something to be used to represent the whole.

For example:

• The word “bread” can be used to represent food in general or money (e.g. he is the breadwinner; music is my bread and butter).
• The word “sails” is often used to refer to a whole ship.
• The phrase “hired hands” can be used to refer to workmen.
• The word “head” refers to cattle.
• The word “wheels” refers to a vehicle.

Whole to Represent a Part

Using the whole to refer to a part is also a common practice in speech today.

For example:

• At the Olympics, you will hear that the United States won a gold medal in an event. That actually means a team from the United States, not the country as a whole.
• If “the world” is not treating you well, that would not be the entire world but just a part of it that you’ve encountered.
• The word “society” is often used to refer to high society or the social elite.
• The word “police” can be used to represent only one or a few police officers.
• The “pentagon” can refer to a few decision-making generals.
• “Capitol Hill” refers to both the U.S. Senate and the House of Representatives.

Read more at http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-synecdoche.html#eqwRpost3UZ4KdLa.99

It is not the slumber of reason that engenders monsters, but vigilant and insomniac rationality

The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people from expressing themselves, but rather, force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, or ever rarer, the thing that might be worth saying.

http://www.azquotes.com/author/32483-Wilfred_Bion

It is too often forgotten that the gift of speech, so centrally employed, has been elaborated as much for the purpose of concealing thought by dissimulation and lying as for the purpose of elucidating and communicating thought.

The shock of glossy holly leaves alight
Rivals the enrapturement by art
Like Magdalen does when floodlit in the dark
Such beauty  has  its power and its might

Lack of expectation opens eyes
Too used to seeing what is always seen
So into  open channels flow light’s streams
Shaking our assumptions and our lies.

Life can be restricted but intense;
Abandoning all hope is one way out.
While being circumspect with mistress doubt
We  may find  uncommon  self by sense

Looking out I see the entire world
While in a shell a tiny snail is curled

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• “Forgiveness is giving up all hope of a better past.” – Jack Kornfield
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“Contrary to the conventional wisdom, refusing to forgive or have further contact with an unrepentant, abusive relative is therapeutic.” Unknown