More on Human ABILITY to REASON, Human RIGHT to CONSENT - Proem & Poem No. 185

Most likely to be published later this winter of 2020/2021, my 11th book entitled appropriately; More Proems & Poems on the Peculiar Human ABILITY to REASON, Singular Human RIGHT to CONSENT & Other Neglected Matters. The following will probably be included upon further editing, and front cover a slightly modified yet appropriate version of the previous....

PROEM & POEM No. 185 - Soul of America

      Among some politicians, supporters, cronies as well sycophantic academics and journalists, there is the rhetoric "saving the soul of America", as reiterated in early 2020 by a popular filmmaker. He and others likewise posture and presume to uniquely recognize the "soul of America" in dire strait thus need of his and their affection and compassion firstly, secondly examination and elaboration, then thirdly resolution and determination towards of course a particularly preferred therefore partisan administration. The “soul of America” obviously embodies, so goes the arrogant implication, the country and people as a whole, existing collectively as though one body, one mind, one spirit to mystify further, with bolstering pomposity by the rambler elaborating as the one voice thereof.

      To save America from whatever current presidential administration is often the ill guided call, shortsighted course conveniently, superficially differentiating among parties and politicians while political methodologies even ideologies are quite similar if observed willingly, concerned logically then discerned objectively.

      Whether it is the rhetorical "soul of America" or "will of the people", worse the pollsters' longstanding reference to the black vote, women vote, rural vote, urban vote, etc., there is the relentless attempt to singularize incalculable number of individuals thus opinions, preferences, interests, goals, etc. Insomuch, individuals are universalized and generalized, deemphasized and dehumanized yet few appalled and insulted.

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To study, to ponder, to labor moreover till one’s crossover

Upon shift, slant, tilt and recant, ah the paradigmatic exemplar

Hence painfully unlearn, humbly relearn (oft feeling deigned)

Endeavoring fain, ah never again bane by propagandistic stain

To study, to ponder, to labor, until every stone turned over

Each rock tossed aside, along with the loss per lies often clever

Ever wandering, never maundering, thus always approaching

Frightful precipices beyond untruths upon rigorous reproaching

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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.

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