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Archive for the Philosophy Category
Full Peace Ahead
Posted in Philosophy, poetry with tags freedom, Independence Day, war on July 4, 2012 by Uncle TreeThe Question Of Adam The First
Posted in Christianity, Philosophy with tags Adam, anthropomorphism, Christ, Creation, Evolution, Jung on January 2, 2012 by Uncle Tree
Uncle Tree’s House
Posted in humor, Philosophy, poetry with tags Aaron Pocock, fairy tale illustrations, fairy tale trees, fairy tale woods, fairy tree house, Keith Alan Watson, line art, tree poetry on July 6, 2011 by Uncle Tree
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A Fairy Tale Worth Living
Posted in Philosophy with tags fairy tales, living, painting, questions, worth, writing on August 5, 2010 by Uncle TreePhotograph by Kirstie Watson
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Is it more worth one’s while
to live a life worth writing about, or
to write about a life that is worth the living?
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Is it more worth one’s while
to act out a scene worth painting, or
to paint a picture that is worth a view or two?
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Is it more worth one’s while
to take the time deemed necessary to dream up a fairy tale, or
to live a life worth earning the good luck it takes
to live out a fairy tale dream?
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All The Time In The World
Posted in Philosophy with tags gravitational forces, humanity, life, questions, souls, space, sun, Time, transmigration of souls, world on October 6, 2009 by Uncle Tree
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Hypothetically speaking, we tend to play with “What if…?” a lot.
It is as if we wish we could get better at guessing.
Try this one on for size, if you will —
Should we live life as if we have
all the time in the world?
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Since when is Time itself in the world?
If Time is not of this world, then neither are we.
Time is immaterial, and yet, we materially belong to It.
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Prima materia has no form, therefore it matters.
Something funny is going on between the times.
If formless existence comes first,
is it not a miracle that we alone give secondary form to reality?
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We are alone, you know, in a sense.
There is only you and me, right now, dear reader.
One of us matters…and one of us does not.
One of us sees, whilst the other informs.
Why should it matter who is who?
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We live on a temporal globe that exists in space.
Dependency is a worldly part of the game.
Our loving, benevolent sun’s existence depends on
our intelligent perceptions.
The nuclear clock tick-talks-tick-talks, not caring if ears can hear.
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Humanity is destined to live elsewhere.
We will navigate and gravitate to another heavenly place.
Our world is transferable,
surely as our souls do transmigrate
to and through all inevitable eventualities.
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Uncle Tree Houses Homeless Meanderer
Posted in Philosophy, poetry with tags characteristics, con game, dogma, simple-minded, single-minded, small-minded on May 21, 2009 by Uncle TreeHeadlines: Dogma Chases Catastrophic Consequences
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Uncle Tree’s dastardly dilemma for the day consisted of an unwanted guest and a broken down communication device. Deciding not to dwell on the current demands made by the hard-of-hearing, he spent most of the afternoon hours contemplating, or mulling over, several conspicuous and altogether concocted trivial pursuits originating in, and entirely coordinated by the meandering mind of man.
The Shady Side Of Grey
Posted in Philosophy, poetry with tags accolades, battlefields, fragile, humans, rainbow, shadows, sympathy, trespassing on May 9, 2009 by Uncle Tree
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Choices can be black or white
for each dog gets one day
Yes and no — both come to fight
the shady side of grey
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Colours blend inside the rainbow
Flats and sharps are sublime
Every answer has a shadow
Close counts some of the time
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So make your rules with this in mind
remember who they’re for
Imperfekt humans halfway blind
often choose the wrong door
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If rules were meant to be broken
then fragile they must be
If your rules are measly tokens
you’ll not have my sympathy
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If you encounter barricades
one or a dozen signs
critics who hinder accolades
battlefields strewn with mines
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Or, if you see NO TRESPASSING!
please read between the lies
and consider it a blessing
There’s truth in gray’s disguise
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Who Minds Who
Posted in Philosophy, poetry, teaching with tags I, it, me, mind, mine, pressure, you on May 1, 2009 by Uncle Tree.
Rummaging through billions of brain cells in a million cluttered closets just now,
feeling the pressure of a pressing situation that needed to be quickly resolved,
I, the one with the question, found myself being attracted to a cluster of certainty.
Luckily for me, my answer was all in a bunch. Therefore, I picked it out.
I made a decision. I made a choice. I made up my mind.
Or did I?
The Amusement Park
Posted in Philosophy, poetry with tags butterfly, challenges, circumstance, digs, earthworm, stars on April 29, 2009 by Uncle Tree.
The butterfly soars way over our heads
It has no intention of ever reaching the stars
Or of becoming one
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The earthworm digs deep under our feet
It knows better than to think, that someday
it might just reach the center
and find itself
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Man amuses himself with challenges
due to circumstances
then he experiments
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God experiments with Man
and challenges His amusements
regardless of the circumstances
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Uncle Tree Faces Draft In “The War Beyond Belief”
Posted in Philosophy, poetry with tags fancies, intelligence, memes, notions, prayer, Richard Dawkins, Secret Service, suicidal on April 27, 2009 by Uncle TreeAccording to the highest intelligence resources in the land,
(The Underground Secret Service Agency)
Citizen Tree will soon be headed to the front lines to help
secure and defend the world against the return of dusty notions.
The sharpened hedges are no longer able to hold back the
advancing lame ideas, as they are armed with the memes
and ways of suicidal tendencies. These renegade impostors,
covered and concealed as they are under camouflagic truths,
have rendered non-stop havoc as they infiltrate one college
campus after another. All across the country this battle unfolds,
exposing us to dumbfounded wrinkles that defy ironing out.
In it’s entirety, the hope of our nation now relies on the
strengths and abilities of Trooper Tree’s knowledge. Will he be up
to the test? Can he, Private Tree, loaded down as he is with
branched off armies and square roots that stretch for miles,
can he, indeed, save us all from wallowing in the deposited filth
produced by our own evil ways, bad habits, and fictitious fancies?
Let us pray.
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(Written in response to Mariana’s comment #7 in, “Born To Dust”)
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