“WHAT IS FORGIVENESS?”


Baruch Koritan

 

“WHAT IS FORGIVENESS?”

From a recent conversation:

He had searched for advice on how to handle one of the most troubling experience of his life. It was worse than losing a client. It was worse than losing a wife. it was worse than being told he had a life threatening disease. “What do I do?” he asked. (How could he not know the answer?) The answer came from an old friend; it was in the form of a question:

Q: “What is forgiveness?” came the ‘answer’ posing as a question. “Is not Forgiveness Love”?   “Is not Forgiveness the operative description of Love.

“It appears that Love is not a human thing. The human thing is surely Fear, also known as Dishonesty, is it not?.”

“Must not The Source of Love (and Forgiveness) be God? Is not the experience of Love ( and therefore Forgiveness) the result of accepting that Love?”

(According to Lao Tzu and the first Buddha, even an atheist can experience Love simply by doing Loving things for others).

To lose the Love of one’s children is incredibly painful. And though pain feels like a gift from The Liar of All Things, it  is in reality a ‘ Gift’ from The Giver of All Things.”

The bias of a lynch mob brought his  family together And He began againTo write.

The bias is the memory of a family not together and He began again To right… wrongs.

 


LeeBroom

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The assumption of timelessness and everness**

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When discussing the assumption of a timeless world (which exists* beyond the material world as defined by  the senses) one must choose carefully to avoid the use of words which demonstrate the bias of time; for example, the words used in the sentence before this one.

“When”: Redundant.
“Discuss ing”: ing denotes present moment in time.
“Timeless”: Redundant.
“Exists”: Present.
“Made”: All verbs.
“Known:” Past
“Use”: All verbs
“Demonstrate”: All verbs.
“Bias”: Implication of time.
“Time”: Redundant.

My education is primarily in Design and in the Social Sciences. I am interested in Linguistics but only from the perspective of trends in behavior and philosophy.

I suspect that there exists an argument stating that all words and symbols found in all cultures reflect the bias of an awareness of time and that this bias  is a necessary feature of extancy (extance)**.

*frustrating, isn’t it?  [timeless world (which exists…)]

** Used twice, it is affirmed and therefore considered by at least one person to be a word.

Big deal. Old men and puppy dogs need something to occupy their “time” if only to mark their territory.

Hey, Wait for Me.

Lee in Paradise
Hey, Wait for Me.
By Lee Broom

Originally Posted In ninetydaywonder.wordpress.com
August 14 2013

In the seventies all was good. My children began to marry. Business was great. The first grandchild appeared. And then another and another. My wife had disappeared with the family wealth but by doing so had given me an opportunity to experience freedom for the first time in my adult life. Becoming a purposefully sober person, also for the first time in my adult life, made it possible to experience this freedom in a way I would never have guessed was possible.

In the eighties I remarried and lost the freedom, lost the business, retired for a year, had a few drinks to feel better, discovered the futility of such a silly choice and returned to sober living. Got a job for a year. Self confidence returned and I began to rebuild my business. During this decade Asian economies boomed, some western economies faltered and the world began to change.

The nineties began with optimism, previously primitive Asian markets grew, enabling countries like South Korea to become first world powers. In North Korea Kim Jong Il, succeeded his father Kim Il Sung, US markets faltered, my own business soared through the first half of this decade and practically fell apart in 1995. I shut down my stores, moved my business from uppity North Scottsdale into low rent quarters in Phoenix, got an evening job and started over.

The new decade began with a stunned Lee Broom working two jobs, running a business and completely oblivious to the problems that the new decade brought to an optimistic America. I lived in an old office, 250 square feet, and questioned nothing. I stayed sober and prayed often.

By the end of this decade I had worked myself out of a short-lived period of poverty, rebuilt my business on credit cards and rediscovered my grandchildren. And their children. The first week of the new Presidential Administration marked the end of Lee Broom Gallery and Design, at least for a few months. I moved from a 2000 foot apartment into smaller but nicer quarters and began to learn new ways to market my wares and my skills.

There is a story woven thorough all this. It is the story of the citizens of the United States of America. In America there are people who will never have anything. This is primarily because they believe this is so. And they may be right. We must care for them and wherever possible help them to move into group two. And there are those who never give up and learn from their mistakes and move on. They do this because this is their reality. These are the people who keep the wheel turning. When a company downsizes those who are released from their careers decide which of these two groups they want to choose as their new reality. Some help reroute success, others know only their loss. During these times of difficulty I have belonged to both groups. There are no dollar signs on the measuring stick that I use to measure success. I have managed to stay in the Successful group more often than not because of another asset that I have not mentioned until now. I tithe. I don’t mean financially because I am not much of a Churchy kind of guy. But as a sober person for more than thirty-five years I have had another occupation which takes up a minimum of ten percent of my time; I make myself useful in the community by helping others. I’ve helped drunks get sober, hungry families get fed, taught oldsters how to use a computer, built a children’s theater, read to the blind and driven old ladies to Church and returned to pick them up when the service is over. Sometimes I even stayed for the service and sang when told to do so.

These activities keep me grateful. And I socialize with others who do the same. Within this group of people I call my friends, are those who are suffering and those who are not. I see people who once ran large corporations presently mowing lawns and cleaning kitchens.

I am 72. I am writing several books at a time and intend to publish this year before my eyes give out. I am learning how to take a business which first relied on retail stores, then upon sales calls and eventually on emails, greeting this new century by learning how to do all of the above and tie it all together with the internet, with social networking, a part-time job and a sense of gratitude to a Higher Power I call Love. I could never have comprehended such joy when I was twenty and driving my long, long convertible with a bottle of whiskey in my left hand, the steering wheel in my right and a very bad attitude. The bad attitude returns occasionally. But not for long.

I love my life and I love living it.

A MOMENT IN TIME

A MOMENT IN TIME
(A conversation between Xero Aticus
and the Psychedelic Toad.)
Lee Broom

XERO: G’morning Psycho; what time is it?

PSYCHO: G’morning Xero; g’bye.

XERO: What’s with you and your morning manners?

PSYCHO: Do you see a watch on my tiny toad wrist?

XERO: I was referring to our last conversation.

PSYCHO: Last? How can we have had our last conversation? We                              are talking aren’t we? Geesh, this could go on forever.

XERO:      That’s what I meant; how much time is there?

PSYCHO: Till what? Forever? The end of Forever?

XERO:       Yeah, whadda you think?

PSYCHO: We passed it up, Xero; we’re starting over.

XERO:      Cool, so what time is it?

 

 

Singin' the bleus.