HABITS OF THE MIND wif' Apologies ter Dr. Seuss
Jes' like yore body takes on a shape what reflects how you use it, so does yore mind.
Body habits--exercise or not, nutrition or junk food, drugs and drink
or moderation, all that shapes an' conditions yore body.
Then when yore body gits a certain shape an' condition,
it is capable of much....or not much a'tall. Ain't no use askin' a
confirmed couch potato of 20 years wif' a heart condition
ter run a marathon. His body jes' cain't comply. Ya' could
wave a million greens in front his eyes, but he cain't
run--much less win-- a marathon.
He is a prisoner in the
body his habits done
built fer him.
Natcherly, he could begin a program of
rebuildin' his body...all hope ain't lost, not a 'tall.
It's jes' that to rebuild is dang tough, sweet pets, so tough, most
won't even try 'cause they KNOWS how bad it hurts. Hurts to stretch
them hamstrings, sweat off the spare tire.
An' some, suave and sly,
mere bromides supply:
"Phooey, mah dear,
who'd care to hear them cheer?
Not I, came the reply,
"nor I" cooed passers-by
I Like mah couchiness
far better than ouchiness
who are You to decry
my choices or vices
I'll pay all the prices
I'll ignore all the spry--who cares if they can fly?
I choose to hug earth!
Don't ya' know, don't ya' hear?
Exercise these muscles?
Clean up my corpuscles ?
Not even iffin' the Second Comin' appear!
I'm content in this berth
terra firma is as firm as it gits
fer a fella addicted ter grits
Looky, you, fer wha' its worth
Who cares a fig if my ha-bits
increases mah girth?
But ya'll, some do. Some see that prize (health, the marathon, the greenbacks) and they decide "Whatever it takes, I'm gonna do it!" An' he they change they HABITS so that they can change they bodies so them bodies can be used to do all manner of new thangs, glorious thangs!
Now, ya's figgered out whar this is goin', ain't'cha? An youse right.
Habits of the Mind can shape your mind fer good or for flabbiness.
Oh! How the habits of precision
take care before an incision
into the heart of the matter
less they cause chaos and clatter
lame principles, an' logic all spattered
Ter analyze wif' no obfuscation
to educate wif'out pontification
An' avoid temptations
To innuendo and prevarications,
It ain't so easy,
Rarely very pleasey
Ter some who come jes' to confirm
That its okay to twist, an' okay to squirm
Away from that truth thas' too hard to affirm
Such as they feign hearts so placid
Instead it's their minds done gone sadly flaccid
They's grown a Cerebrum of fluffy marshmallow
like the couch potato Pillsbury dough sort o' fellow
Their mind's bogged down wif' PC adipose,
And, "it's all relative, my friend," fructose
It's all gooey and gummed, though they think it so mellow...
It's important to make a wee memo here: Intelligent folks can have flabby minds.
We's all seen former Quarterbacks or beauty Queens whose later habits betrayed they natural body health. Yore mind can also be sabotaged by poor Habits of the Mind.
The true seeker is after one thang only TRUTH. Wherever it takes you.
Mayhap it will take you far beyond yore presuppositions an' cherished ideals. Beyond yore polly-ticks an student passions. It will make you uncomfortable, amaze you with new vision, turn yore haid around to look at history fer important lessons....
See ya'll, we knows this--good habits of the mind include a willingness to go wherever truth takes ya'.
An' the very first thang that evil loosed onto this orb was a lie....
an' among the lies that were born of the first lie is the nasty idea the "truth cannot be known, there is no truth, all truth is relative, there is YORE truth and MAH truth....yadda yadda yadda..."
Now truth does have context, but truth is truth, and those who say there ain't none is happy to send it into oblivion so that they can make up whatever they like and name it "truth".
An truth is on its own..it cain't be bent fer this or that agenda or PC dogma.
An now fer a disclaimer: yeah, I know that some religious high-hats is corrupt and some scientific Nobel-ers is liars too....doan even bother ter mention the polly-tician morticians...they's weasels in every arena, pets.
The next few posts will be in parts, I does apologize, but as Contessa done noted, some backdground and history is what's needed to git thangs clear.
Ya'll stay tuned.