Right Remembrance by Louis Evan Palmer
  

A war is a crime. It is a thing that is both small and enormous and merciless and rending and unifying and simplfying but it is never a good thing regardless of the scale. The thing we should be remembering, re-remembering and analysing is how did each war happen? Who was involved directly and indirectly? How can they be stopped?   How can they be prevented?

We see almost none of that on the various Remembrance days (or Veterans Day). We see individual heroic stories and carefully disguised articles depicting useless mindless destruction and state-fostered hate made to look glorious or altruistic. We see the "winners" gloating each year in recollections of varying length depending if there is an anniversary or some other marker.

We see almost no discussion of the causes of any given war or the lessons learned (usually the wrong ones) or how to prevent wars in general or any specific war. We see and hear the endless propaganda and lies interspersed with truths. Patriotism shields the perpetrators who walk free, often lionized. Their crimes buried along with the sacrificed. Lessons lost, ignored and subverted.

Right Remembrance, Louis Evan Palmer, The Way It Can Be
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He lives in Ontario Canada. His short stories have appeared in numerous publications.

Where's Waldo's Self by Louis Evan Palmer

That search is very much like opening nesting dolls, wandering in houses of mirrors & trying to keep track of endless ripples in an unknown ocean.

If we agree, we can say that "I-ness" or "Being-ness" reflects a dance or conversation. It's an epiphenomenon. Maybe.

But we discover that our brain decides things for us unconsciously up to ten seconds before we are aware of it. Part of the dance. Offered up to our conscious self.

In one theory, it's the hemispheres of our brain that talk to one another and create awareness.

Yet, "who" is aware of the "conversation". Or, is "awareness" or "what" itself an illusion and what we are witnessing memory. What is memory then? "Who" remembers and who is aware of it?

No matter where you stop in the search for "Being-ness" there's always one more remove that is the "who" it is that's "aware". Either "awareness" itself is illusory and not really there or there is no "being-ness", or more precisely, no personal being-ness.

Perhaps it's a viewpoint within a universal consciousness and what appears to be a personal awareness is the "view" from a particular location, person, time. Everywhere and nowhere.

Where's Waldo's Self, The Way It Can Be, Louis Evan Palmer
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Support his art, ideas and worldview, Order books by Louis Evan Palmer: the novel "Oaklane Woods"; short stories "Tales Told to a Tree"; poems "40 Poem Fragments". Order via Kindle link at right of screen Copyright 2014 Louis Evan Palmer He lives in Ontario Canada. His short stories have appeared in numerous publications.

Resist or Avoid by Louis Evan Palmer

Avoid can range from flight to prescient planning but it always entails not having to go against whatever it is that one wanted to avoid. For example, the nebulous force referred to as "temptation".

When in the world of attachment and craving, it is better and smarter to avoid temptation than to resist it. Because resisting means it's there in force assailing the person or thing. There's always the sense of a battle. In this case, a lifelong series of battles unless one is devoid of attachments and cravings. The prospect of defeat and subjugation is greater and closer when actually engaged in battle than skirting the edges of it or viewing it dispassionately from a safe distance. It may not be today or tomorrow but the day after or the day after that.

You are the sand castle and temptation is the relentless tide. Avoid. Shun. Evade. Or, defeat will be your supper.

Resist or Avoid, The Way It Can Be, Louis Evan Palmer
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Support his art, ideas and worldview, Order books by Louis Evan Palmer: the novel "Oaklane Woods"; short stories "Tales Told to a Tree"; poems "40 Poem Fragments". Order via Kindle link at right of screen Copyright 2014 Louis Evan Palmer He lives in Ontario Canada. His short stories have appeared in numerous publications.