Poetry Drop: The Second Coming

The Second Coming

W. B. Yeats in 1923

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

– W. B. Yeats, 1919




The universe is a swarm
of an almost infinite number
of just a few types of elementary particles.

Here and there, these particles come together
to form more complex structures,
Such as suns, planets, and, rarely,
Sentient beings.

When conditions are right, these structures arise.
When the conditions change, these structures
Change or dissipate.

I am one of these structures. I am a swarm
Of these elementary particles.
My existence is entirely dependent
On the conditions which surround me.

I like to think of myself as complete,
As whole in myself and of myself,
But I know that it isn’t true.

The division between “me” and “you,”
Between me and the cold, hungry man,
Between me and the angry, frightened woman,
Is self-made; a misunderstanding of reality.

The division between me and the green earth,
Between me and the dirt I walk on,
Is just an unfortunate illusion.

Someday the conditions that brought me about
Will change enough that I will scatter
To different parts of the swarm
For a little while.

Until then, I will greet each other structure
With a bow, and think, “Hello, swarm. Hello, myself.”

John Loveland


Quote from Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

I recently ran across this quote from Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, from his book “The Gulag Archipelago.” He said what I believe, but in a much more poetic way than I could have.

If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?

During the life of any heart this line keeps changing place; sometimes it is squeezed one way by exuberant evil and sometimes it shifts to allow enough space for good to flourish. One and the same human being is, at various ages, under various circumstances, a totally different human being. At times he is close to being a devil, at times to sainthood. But his name doesn’t change, and to that name we ascribe the whole lot, good and evil.

Each person is the hero in her own story. People typically don’t do evil things because they’re evil – they usually feel that they’re justified in some way.

I’m not aware of anyone who is completely good, who lacks any trace of selfishness or insecurity, and always does the kind, compassionate thing. I’ve also never met anyone who lacks any compassion, who doesn’t want to do the right thing when they can, and who doesn’t feel like they are doing the right thing at least a majority of the time.

The division between us and them, between the saints and the sinners, the righteous and the evil, is a false dichotomy. In this life, everyone always belongs to both groups.

Poetry Drop: Sometimes


Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost, green thrives, the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

Sheenagh Pugh

Wise Words from Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman, at about 50 years old

“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”

– Walt Whitman, from the preface to Leaves of Grass

The Golden Rule

The Golden Rule shows up in many different religions and ethical systems. Christianity states it this way: “And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise.”  -Luke 6:31

Confucianism, Buddhism, and Hinduism state it in the negative; basically, don’t do things to others that you yourself would find hateful. Most other religions have some form of this, as well.  I think we can all agree that it’s a worthy rule to live by.

George Bernard Shaw, however, pointed out a flaw.  He said, “Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.” A better law might be to treat people as they would like to be treated, rather than as you would like to be treated. This is harder work, because it requires a greater level of understanding and compassion.

How to apologize, according to Hank Green

I ran across an excellent and entertaining video, done by Hank Green of the vlogbrothers channel on YouTube.  It discusses the right (and wrong) way to apologize for something.

If I recall the statistics correctly, zero percent of people are perfect.  So we all will get the opportunity — some of us more than others — to apologize for things.  Doing it sincerely and thoughtfully will improve your life and that of the person to whom you’re apologizing.

He makes several outstanding points in this video.  Here are a few of my favorite quotes:

You have a choice after you’ve done something crappy.  You can transform into one of two things.  Either you can regain your awesome through actual apology, or you can become a fartbag.  A fartbag – this is a technical definition – is a person who hurts someone, and then blames the person they hurt for their pain.

This one, too:

You.. have to accept the blame.  You are not sorry that your friend is hurt; you are sorry you hurt your friend.


It turns out that people who apologize feel weaker, but are perceived as stronger people; whereas fartbags feel stronger, but they are perceived by the people around them as weaker.