The Fourth Way

I share a short poem as I reflect on propaganda and clarity from this season. 
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They say that looks can be deceiving.[1]
More and more, I find myself believing that,
As I’m torn between the facts my eyes deliver and the translation my brain extracts.[2]
If what I see is what I get, that’s all I have and nothing more.
Still, my mind loves to conjure –
illusory perceptions, cunningly woven fabrications of its invention
So with every look I give I find I live in tension
between what I know and what truly is[3]

They say the eyes are windows to the soul
But less and less I feel it stressed to look in two big black holes
Mere physical features of social creatures, there’s nothing more there to behold
Or so I’m told[4]
But what then of beauty?
Where then does it lie,
if not in the eyes of an immortal
Past those black, those glassy portals
unto perspicuity
into the essence of a being[5]

They say that death remedies all ills
It cures all that it kills ending pain and ending want
Ending rule of lands by tyrant gods who have all power that they flaunt[6]
But this death will also daunt the meek and lowly of the earth
Alongside the evil sycophant who disgraces his own birth[7]
While death may cure the ills that time will build within a fallen creature
Who will cure us of this feature
Which [also] haunts and destroys all mirth[8]

As now I look into the face of death I see it has no eyes[9]
Indiscriminate destroyer, harbinger of all’s demise
Just a windowless employer of a broken space and time
Soulless creature with no beauty
Pure darkness, devoid of life
When I look, I don’t see deceit
Just pure and simple explanation
Evil’s embodiment replete
For once in my life I don’t feel a shred of tension
There’s not an ounce of beauty here to see
No panacea to remedy
I see no illusion
No soul
Nothing to make one whole[10]
All I see, all there is
All there ever was, will be
is a dark and damning, overbearing, torturous lucidity[11]




[1]
I do a play on three different phrases. 1) they say looks can be deceiving, but our eyes only deliver information. That is not deceiving. What is deceiving is our interpretation based on assumptions, limited information, etc. So what I “know” isn’t what always truly is. 2) Eyes being the windows to the soul is meant to say that we can read emotions and intentions in others eyes, regardless of what they say. However, I take this phrase literally. If I look into another’s eyes and don’t see or believe in a soul behind them, I just view them as another pile of matter. And while beauty being in the eyes of the beholder is meant to give the beholder the power of importing meaning and value, here I flip it to mean not that the power to import beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but beauty actually lies behind the one beholding (or using their eyes to see). 3) The saying is really that “time remedies all ills.” However, the accrual of enough time is simply synonymous with death and destruction, as that is what eventually happens, and what is meant in the saying. In this section I flip the intended phrase by saying that death will cure the ills time will build, which opposes the common saying.

[2] It’s not really the looks of things that are deceiving. Everything that enters our eyes and senses is true. It’s when it gets to our brain and our thoughts that things get twisted. If my mind is so good at twisting reality, even as the facts are right in front of me, how can I trust any assessment I make of “facts?”

[3] So often the things I have “known” to be true ended up not being true. There’s a tension between what I feel I know, and the knowledge that what I’ve “known” in the past has frequently been overturned because of my twisting of reality.

[4] Physicalism has many moving away from notions of the soul, and other such spiritual concepts. When I look into another’s eyes I’m just looking at a conglomeration of carbon and other elements. What my brain extracts and takes as knowledge is largely a social construct.

[5] But if the eyes I look into are windowless, what of my eyes? If there’s no beauty in the eyes of those I behold due to there being no soul, then I’m not really a beholder myself, as I have no soul. What then of beauty? And what then of the value of others, and of my own value? What then of essence? Do I become a machine moving along purely by the laws of physics? If eyes aren’t windows to souls, there is no beauty because there’s nobody who can discern it. It’s a chemical construct.

[6] Death is the great equalizer. For those who are suffering, death is a sweet respite from pain. For those who are evil and seemingly invincible, death will bring them low and overthrow them. It eventually cures all from pain and ends the rule of the wicked.

[7] But this rain, this reign of death falls on both the just and the unjust.

[8] Death may be the great equalizer, but it is also the cause for joy’s cessation. It is not a respecter of persons. So it may cure some ills temporarily, or in the long run, but it is a great cause of many ills. Since we are all fallen creatures, it will never cure the world of ills for good, it simply affects all eventually. But as long as the world moves on, evil and suffering will abound. Death will never cure anything. It simply puts a time limit on it – both evil and suffering, as well as joy.

[9] Death has no eyes. Since eyes are the window to the soul as stated before, it’s made clear that death has no soul. There is no beauty there to behold. It is not a cure all or a quick fix.

[10] When looking at death, it’s the one moment I feel as though there’s no discrepancy between what my eyes see and what truly is. Death is truth and reality. It’s pure evil, lacking a soul, lacking goodness at all. It’s the only thing I know that is real.

[11] The particularly horrid aspect of death is that it is hauntingly clear. It approaches me every day, and waits at my doorstep and at the doorstep of those I love. It is so clearly evident. The one thing that is the embodiment of evil is the one thing I know with certainty and see with clarity. That will torture me until the day death cures me of my fear of it. 

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Derek:

Welcome back to the Fourth Wave Podcast. This episode is going to be a complete change of pace. Maybe not complete in terms of ideology, but yeah, pretty complete. I am planning on doing a poem. I I'm doing a poem because I really, really like to write poetry.

Derek:

It's probably really terrible poetry, but I like it for me personally because I can be a a very loquacious person who just doesn't really get ideas across succinctly. And what poetry causes me to do is it causes me to really really think about a concept and to try to fit that concept in a small box, and to help me bring out different emotions and elicit different ideas in unique ways. And so I love the artistic aspect of poetry which allows you to, I don't know, use sarcasm or double entendres and all kinds of things that that jam pack so much meaning into such a small space. And so I wanted to share a poem that I think would would help us round out this this part of the the season in this section really well. And hopefully it does that.

Derek:

And if you you're not into this kind of thing, then it's okay. You can you can skip it and move on, and I don't think you'll you'll miss all that much. But the purpose of this episode in particular, of of me incorporating this poem, is that it's really going to touch on the idea of suffering and death a bit, which is something that we saw in our episode on Eudaimonism, where we talked about Viktor Frankl and and just this man's search for meaning and the idea that death and suffering are going to be things that prime us to recognize dissonance within within the world and within our desires for meaning and just create this dissonance with with our perception of the way that the world is versus the way that it ought to be. So much of our life is spent ignoring truth or masking the truth, and when something as as terrible as death is unmasked and we're reminded of it, it's something that can snap us back to reality, and it's something that can point us to the ideal. Like surely there's something more than this.

Derek:

Surely this isn't the way that the world works. And, being pointed to the ideal and understanding the importance of living out the ideal is is extremely valuable. So hopefully this episode is different and interesting for you and we'll just jump right in. Lucidity. They say that looks can be deceiving.

Derek:

More and more, I find myself believing that as I'm torn between the facts my eyes deliver and the translation my brain extracts. If what I see is what I get, that's all there is and nothing more. Still, my mind loves to conjure illusory perceptions, cunningly woven fabrications of its invention. So with every look I give, I find I live in tension between what I know and what truly is. They say the eyes are windows to the soul, but less and less I feel it stressed to look in two big black holes.

Derek:

Mere physical features of social creatures, there's nothing more there to behold, or so I'm told. But what then a beauty? Where then does it lie if not in the eyes of an immortal, past those black, those glassy portals onto perspicuity, into the essence of a being? They say that death remedies all ills. It cures all that it kills, ending pain, ending want, ending rule of lands by tyrant gods who have all power that they flaunt.

Derek:

But this death will also daunt the meek and lowly of the earth alongside the evil psychophant who disgraces his own birth. While death may cure the ills that time will build within a fallen creature, who will cure us of this feature which also haunts and destroys all mirth? As now I look into the face of death, I see it has no eyes. Indiscriminate destroyer, harbinger of all's demise, just a windowless employer of a broken space and time, soulless creature with no beauty, pure darkness, devoid of life. When I look, I don't see deceit, just pure and simple explanation, evil's embodiment replete.

Derek:

For once in my life, I don't feel a shred of tension. There's not an ounce of beauty here to see, no panacea to remedy. I see no illusion, no soul, nothing to make one whole. All I see, all there is, all there ever was, will be, is a dark and damning, overbearing, torturous lucidity. Alright.

Derek:

So the poem is pretty straightforward. Right? Essentially, it's entitled Lucidity, right? Being able to see perfectly clearly, this thing so clearly. And at the end, you find out that it's this exposure to or encounter with death that is is the clearest thing possible.

Derek:

So much of life is is a blur, is is just murky, is something that where we have facades built up all around. But man, when you see death, you don't see more clearly than when you see that. Just the the despair that's that's behind death. Because death, if I work backwards in the poem, right, death is something that supposedly, right, cures all ills. I think the actual saying is like time remedies all ills or something.

Derek:

But what is time? Well, wait long enough, time is death and decay. Whether it's like from my favorite poem of all time, Ozymandias by Shelley, you've got the decay of this great king's monument and even though it's been maybe been around for thousands of years, it's withering away into the sands and there's nobody around to respect the king's legacy. So the king's legacy is disappearing into the sands, the physical monument is deteriorating into the sands. Just like thousands of years ago, the king physically died and deteriorated.

Derek:

Even if he's mummified, how long are you going to last? A couple thousand, ten thousand years? Right? Eventually, you're all just done. So time remedies all ills?

Derek:

Sure. You live in a land where there's a tyrant king, he's got what, like ninety years max if he lives to be a 100? And if he started ruling really young? Okay, time's going to remedy that ill, right? In death.

Derek:

But then that time that remedies that ill of the tyrant is also the same thing that is going to haunt and destroy the mirth of you. Even even the most meek and the most lowly of the earth will be taken by death. And so that's that's depressing, right? That's true. That's clear.

Derek:

So let's jump up to the first stanza though, right? They I take a phrase, so death remedies all ills, looks can be deceiving, eyes are windows to the soul, right? I take three kind of sayings or ideas and I sort of flip them on their head and say, it's not really it's not really how it works or I kind of have a double meaning. So here in the first stanza, Looks can be deceiving, and you'd think, Oh yeah, that's like you can't judge a book by its cover, right? Looks aren't always how they appear.

Derek:

Your brain can be tricked. And I say, Yeah, sure. I find myself believing this thing, like I I can't trust exactly what I'm seeing all the time because my my eyes see something, but then my brain translates it a different way. And in the second stanza, I I continue to play off of that where, well, what do you look with? You look with your eyes.

Derek:

So the eyes are windows to the soul. And then I say, but less and less I feel it's stressed to look into big black holes. And there's supposed to be a lot of irony here because right now you've got physicists and scientists who are are peering into, like literally looking into or at black holes. Right, because they're looking for the the theory of everything and the the meaning of the universe and quantum physics and all of this stuff and trying to find meaning for humanity. So you've got that version of black holes, But when I say eyes are windows to the souls, the the two black holes I'm talking about are pupils.

Derek:

And I like to look into another person's eyes, and instead of spend spending our time staring into these black holes of space, like the the the soul isn't found out there, it's found behind the black holes of the eyes. You know, the eyes are windows to the soul. And so, just talk about how we've kind of traded one black hole for another. And then I I flipped this idea of beauty is in the eye of the beholder on its head because normally beauty is in the eye of the beholder means that, well, you you kind of beauty is subjective and and you kind of create it or recognize it however you desire. But here, I mean, no, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

Derek:

Like that's that's where true beauty is. It's in in humanity, in the humanity of the person whose black holes, whose pupils you look into. And so when you you think about the the poem as a whole, and you you get back down to the end, you've talked about our our understanding of reality in stanza one. In stanza two, the truth that the value of reality is found in other, in the black holes and the pupils, right? When we look into their eyes, we see their souls.

Derek:

And then in stanza three, you get the introduction of death that destroys humanity, that destroys the soul carrier. And then in the final stanza, you get a summation of all of this, right? I say lots of things that tie everything together. When I look into the face of death, I see it has no eyes, which if you remember stanza two, right, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. And so death, it doesn't have beauty.

Derek:

It doesn't see it's indiscriminate. Yet, in death, there is nothing but utter cold calculating truth. We can see the truth of of reality, the truth of the way that the world is. So there's there's a lot, a lot there that's just kind of scratching the surface of kind of the the double meanings and and just all of the ways that that one stanza ties into another and how they all go together. But hopefully, this idea of of suffering, of the ideal, of of clarity, of truth, of value, of the soul, and and perpetual existence of all of these things are kind of put in a really small box for you here.

Derek:

So, hopefully you enjoy that as a little bit of a change of pace and, if not, next next episode's back to normal. That's all for now. So peace and because I'm a pacifist, when I say it, I mean it. This podcast is a part of the Kingdom Outpost Network. Please check out the links below to find other great podcasts and content related to non violence and Kingdom Living.