Tag: truth

Embellishment…

July 6, 2012 By Iakovos Garivaldis
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Our lives,
countless rays wandering around in the shadows
escaping briefly into the grace of a sun
with so much hope.

Wishes splattered upon volcanic rocks
and trapped inside tiny holes and fissures,
for the waiting…

Waiting not in vain
but someone to break the hardened rock
someone looking for the missing man,
someone loving to an ardent woman…

The Meaning of Myths

March 24, 2012 By Karalis Dimitri Dr
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The soul of man possesses the capabilities to recognise and respond to truth that the myth carries, even before the mind grasped and analyse it. Most of us have been touched with this type of phenomena in the past and especially in our youth, before our minds and souls have been wounded and cobbled by dogmatism and wrong education. Soul responds sensitively to truth and its poetical beauty that encompasses the myth –and which has been lost through countless incarnations. Here, we see clearly the Socratic theory that our soul pre-existed and that all knowledge is nothing more than αναθύμισης=anathimisis= recollections from the past.

The philosophy of loneliness

August 25, 2011 By Iakovos Garivaldis
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If we’re so inadequate in simple situations how could we pretend we know what truth is? Why should we torment our lives to something we may never know? And I heard the agnostics say, “I don’t really care what truth is and what a lie is”. But is all we want to consider that we are whatever we are and we will make the best of it so that we can deny ourselves the possibility of leading a tormented life? Do we feel comfortable with what is occurring around us, as we try to avoid situations that affect us negatively and “go with the flow” so to speak? But then why do we need to think and seek?

The truth about loneliness

August 21, 2011 By Iakovos Garivaldis
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Something has been upsetting me lately. Something that crept into my philosophical thoughts without warning and left me sleepless at night, when the moon shines high outside of my window and the wind that visits me cannot take away feelings of helplessness. Something has come as an uninvited guest into my night to shed light where there was darkness and shade where the light was blinding me; an aide to help me deal with the pain of emptiness.