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The concept of a whole person is an enigma that evolves within a culture . Often it is not a transitive concept and can only be conjuncted within it's social setting . In fact the realities of social fragmentation make most all concepts of a whole person universally inapplicable .

Literature is often a good tool for developing an understanding of a culture and it's inclinations . In a cultures folk tales , plays , and fictions you find authors making a deliberate attempt to portray the basic dramas of their society .

Greek myths are a vivid example of this ; they are literally frought with characterizations . In their development these multitudes of characters weave into an elaborate tapestry that depicts the developing Greek moral ethic . The intricasies of the analogous content are brought across in a multitude of forms . Names were very important and a major force in clarifying the concepts being presented . The multitudes of characters portray a multifaceted understanding of the human psyche . The chauvinistic banality of their culture and it's gods is graphically depicted against the backdrop of their developing ethics .

It is difficult for a modern man to construct a vision of a whole person from a strictly ancient Greek point of view . The obvious anachronisms envolved make such an attempt partially ludicrous . Contrarily the bulk of their characterization paints a vivid picture of their primative social state .

Of course while the Greeks were muddling through the multicolored quagmire of human frailty many societies where learning to master the powers they had developed through centuries of strict adherence to religious and social mores . The development of their socially biased realities make many Greek nuances seem decadent anachronism . Rather than deitizing their baser natures as the Greeks had thay had learned to master them and turned to new paths to clarity . Spiritual pragmatism and lack of comunication nullified the social attributes of many of these extrapolations on positive orientation .

Jung preaches that man has an innate need to assimilate all external sensory perceptions . I find this untrue . In fact I find it self abortive . Human beings have a complexity factor that is individual and must be protected from overload ; man's moral ethic is a tender and deludable feeling directed by empathy . In the hectic world of modern mass media this tender individuality can become dwarfed by the percieved need to obtain social acceptance . Whole civilizations have become deluded by the flow of their complexities into an outright denial of their moral ethics .

I find this partially estranged condition prominent throughout social history . Children are brought up to respond to a vast realm of presupposed social ideologies and are not allowed to venerate themselves until much of their conscious matrix has been established . This of course makes self evasion an easily attainable goal . Sometimes politically speaking the actual goal . The mind satiated by it's social framwork is the ideal tool for a socialistic or tyrannical government .

To me the value of social history lies not in it's application as much as it's illumination . All the fragmented pockets of human coalescence should instill an understanding of man's posibility factors . Man's inability to supersede his developing anachronism may well be the cause of his annihilation .

Modern man has learned how to use tact in instilling the acceptable social mores . Solviet psychiatrists have spent years on perfecting these social sublimations ; children learn how to make their personalities conform to the accepted mean . I think that the true nature of a well rounded being lies in an ability to reject the fragmental nature of these instilled mores and develop a more universally acceptable social orientation . Does the son of a ku klux **** member have to hate blacks ? The obvious answer is no ; contrarily socially acceptable orientation is a product of environment . This is the pitfall of man's evolution as a race ; his inability to rise above the quandary of his immediate surroundings with all of their overwhelming complexities and demands to become a cognizant and empathetic being . There in lie the keys to his future .

This does not necessarily define the well rounded person . A well rounded person must be able to cope with his immediate surroundings withoutan abject denial of his empathetic being .

I believe well roundedness lies in thoughtful orientation and a well centered understanding of self . One need not be socially active as long as they are thoughtfully cognizant . Obey the golden rule ; you can not allow your objective orientation to supersede your subjective empathy . You can't allow yourself to be thwarted or overcome by your peers into being something they might want to make you because temptation may overwhelm them and you will become a transient tool in their succession .
keepsake7 Jan 2019
I spew words about you onto pages you’ll never read
Pages everyone else see
I write down my fears and doubts
That I didn’t tell you
Instead we made out we kiss like lovers but my heart always stayed in a safe far away because my fear that it would shatter was what caused it to break
Just Me Jun 2017
You know, your not always right?

There's a chance that you don't know everything...

Your human, and it's distasteful for you to act otherwise.

I don't mind being wrong, but I mind your rudeness and your denial of the possibility of you being wrong.

I mind your arrogance and the tone you use.

I mind the ******* you become and the fight you want.

I mind even when you apologize for the argument and your explanation for you being wrong...

I'm human...

I can be wrong...

But there's a possibility I can be correct.

Or am I just so beneath you, that it doesn't matter?

Don't complain that we lack comunication.

Don't get ****** when I ignore you.

Sometimes I just want to be your equal.

Sometimes I refuse to listen to that displeasing tone.

There's a possibility that I'm wrong, but there's a bigger possibility that your just a ****.
rosecoloredpoet Mar 2018
What if there were no words?
Would the comunication be harder or easier?
Would we overthink as much as we do right now?
Maybe we would imagine situations instead of phrases we've learned from bad movies

Our lifes would be ruled by actions
Not by silly games we play with letters

Looking at your eyes would have even deeper meaning because that would be the only way to get to know a piece of your mind

Maybe the connection between people would be deeper and more pure
no social media, loud ads or cursing
Just existing together in the wierd place that is the earth
Zachary Oct 2013
inst it blasphemy
to think she
is better then he, that i am better unified
never trapped to expand
however very sanitized
its as if i wanted nothing better then whats been over analyzed
whats been tainted
mother **** whats been red
its like ive rolled off the internet, never stuck on the web
miss comunication between whats there for us
and whats always going to now be taken
for
grant
.ed--------for-----------------u
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
Oh tell me please what are its words
Is it a lexicon all its own
A hidden text for a dusty professor
Or is it in the letters of Antoinette

The language of love is none of them
A look, a glance and so it begins
A brush of skin a glimpse of thigh
Many oh many triggers catch the eye

For her it could be the way he smiles
Or how he treats others in her sight
His scent could be the catalyst  
That elevate him on her list

Flowers, texts and night calls
comunication seats it all
You make the bond and all is well
But wait! now it goes to hell

For familiarity  breeds content
It also makes a lover forget
Forget to hug her every night
Or kiss her neck when out of sight

The things we used to do each day
Seem slowly now to fade away
You wake one day and wonder who
Is this man who lives with you

Now you see with different eyes
Is she the one that once was mine
One or other starts to stray
Loves language lost
No words to say
Tony Anderson Mar 2019
Hi, are you listening
Hi, do you even care

I talk to you
It seems each word
Goes in one ear and
Out the other

A relationship is built upon
Comunication
That takes two listeners
As well as
Two talkers
Talking and sharing ideas

However you ignore me
Throw me out
Shut me out
I'm starting to feel like
The only one living in this house

We used to talk
Sharing our
Hopes
Dreams
Giving comfort to each other

Now you seam distant
Off in your own little world
Can I not coexsist in that world with you
Can we not be together again

I'm alone
I'm scared
I wish I could hold you near
Everytime I try to get close
You back away
Like you're afraid of me

Why is that
What have I done
To make you this way
If I have
I'm sorry
Whatever it was
I'm sorry

Please come back
Please let me in
I want to feel your touch
I want to hear your voice
Not this silence
Not this coldness
Not this lonelyness

Hi, are you listening
Hi, do you even care
*******
cleared from ex- communication
why are you faking
through crimsome torches that flame from within
reflect upon what's been happening
JVH
too afraid to comunication
lovers out of date
through a prymid in site
close tender hearts in disgust
will with whom we shall trust

police poll tugget beneath its tempo
places, races & cases
stand tall beneath the caged pollution of the mall
pinball wizard fresh out of the gizzard
it slpped away from my head
buried me deep below its thread

tender places joib in faith with the races
sincere rushing far out pushing
a hero within us all so stand up tall
model the curse with a way to react
set out on a venture to love
then in return to sweep things under the rug
stand up next to me buried deep
shampoo your hair none the worse for wear

lady in the sea reacts
spread your wings way certain to faithfully react
base scripture on a fact
the whole host to over react
leaving behind a notion of filled regret
tempers a fire...,
teach your children
penny in the coffin
erase what's happening
for in certain forces
stands out as a pillar over the ocean
today we can win
been a fact from within

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