That is the question. 
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to?
‘Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
So why does she go on? Continue reading Going where others fear to tread
Game of Thrones is finally back and Thank the Gods because some of us have been waiting since Season 1 ended without eating food, sleeping, or going to the bathroom. Ya. It’s been rough. But the wait is finally over as HBO’s outrageously phenomenal epic fantasy series Game of Thrones returns for Season 2 this coming Sunday April 1st at 10/9c on HBO so strap your boots on folks ’cause it’s gonna be a good one. Funny thing about outrageously phenomenal series’ is that they tend to know whatsup. When I say know whatsup, what else would I be talking about other than the Four Basic Personality Types. And while we’re on the subject of the Four Basic Personality Types, let’s take a look at the Four Major Houses of Westeros.
Latin: Ad- voc -ate (add by giving voice)
And she has a Voice. What a Voice, to sing with. To speak out with too.
And she did.
And she has been doing for it more than half of a century.
She was sitting next to Marilyn Monroe in Lee Strasberg‘s Actors Studio.
Lee said to her “you have talent.”
That made “all the difference in the world” — she had someone tell her that she had some self-worth.
The funny thing is you would think she wouldn’t have needed it because she was a very beautiful woman, and she had had a privileged upbringing.
But you see, that was something that hadn’t happened to her before. What you see is not always what you get. For Hank, was a complicated man and hard to get to know, to say the least.
And Jane couldn’t understand that in her first two acts.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
He didn’t want to.
He had written poetry, plays, and several books. Even worked in a beer factory, under duress. He wasn’t a politician.
On the other hand, he had been in jail multiple times because of “political activity.” Many years in jail, for his writings. He would hide them in all kinds of places: even in plain view, as plays. You know, in that double meaning or even triple — in that abstract metaphoric way. Pushing the limits — against the banal evil. They would catch on occasionally — back to jail.
1989. Into the Theatre of the Absurd. Reality — There were challenges of governing a nascent democracy, when things mattered. No jails to be had, except, maybe, the jail of power. With the breakup of the Warsaw Pact, the Soviet Union finally disappeared in two years time. That banal Communist bureaucracy crumbled.
“In this postmodern world, cultural conflicts are becoming more dangerous than any time in history. A new model of coexistence is needed, based on man’s transcending himself.”
He didn’t want to. He knew. But he was elected to do…
She demanded of her future husband: “I only ask one thing, that should my people need me, you would help me to do my duty by them.”
And they and her mother did need her, so she went back… and was put under house arrest because of her political activism.
She was offered her freedom, if she left… But she is a Diplomatic Contender, and
“… Contending entails competition. Thus to contend with another’s work one must hold one’s ground, hang onto one’s position, stick to one’s intention, tend to one’s business, stay the course, in a word, be tenacious. It is not so much that one is bent on overtaking or outdoing others, as it is having one’s way. Contenders will have their way if at all possible.” Personology, page 77.
She would not leave…
“I didn’t have a sense of purpose.”
“You might as well live a lot, really hard, and not give a shit, because you can always walk through that door. So I started to live as if I could die any day.” [Our emphasis, not hers]
But she couldn’t.
She couldn’t live as if she had no purpose. It wasn’t in her nature.
So she had started her search, not knowing why or how, or even where. She didn’t even know that she was searching.
No ashes, no coal can burn with such glow.
As a secretive love of which no one must know.
She was.
But, “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us…” [Charles Dickens, Tale of Two Cities]
She began her dark journey into light at the age of seventeen.
In that darkness, he had beaten her ‘on her bare buttocks’ in a ‘special room’ away from the family. In the light, she eventually confessed that she had felt sexual excitement when her father beat her. Her mother had raised her ‘in complete sexual ignorance.’
Suffering – both physical and emotional – with love.
As a Viking traveler of books and people, I have occasioned to meet a person from a different place, a different time, and a different world, through the labyrinth of books.
Presumably, this is what Henry Stanley said to Dr. David Livingstone, a missionary who had gone into the “wilds of Africa,” and Stanley was paid to find him which took about six months, a difficult and tortuous expedition.
Number 137. Was this the key to understanding the Universe? Or was it an impossible Dream?
It was a kind of Dream Team. One was awarded a Nobel Prize in Physics. The other was an internationally famous psychiatrist. They both were interested in Dreams. Other than that, they are an odd pair. So was their relationship.
He had felt like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde. He didn’t know what to do about it. He was a Rational. He was a scientist, and the leading scientific skeptic: the gadfly of quantum mechanics. He had the ear of Albert Einstein, Niels Bohr, Werner Heisenberg – the supreme Rationals of the day. They put up with his caustic wit for he was good at finding problems with their theories: the Mephistopheles of Physics. Successful professionally, but his private life was a mess. What was he do?
By the day he was about Science, at night he had frequented the bars of the red-light district of Hamburg: he knew his relationships with females was out of control. His Mister Hyde — he hid this from his colleagues – he was embarrassed. He felt he was in crisis. He decided to consult with that famous psychoanalyst, Carl Jung – secretly.
Carl Jung was interested in the “mind.” He viewed himself as an intrepid explorer of psyche. He had adopted Freud’s interest in analyzing dreams, but he had his own unique, and lucrative techniques. Those rich female European ladies of Vienna and Zurich had money to burn and all the time to talk, and maybe other things. “Archetypes” was his word, and the “collective unconscious” was his game. What did all those dreams mean? Symbols, myths, intuition, ESP — what was the truth? The Idealist, Carl Jung was eager explore and analyze The Rational, Wolfgang Pauli’s, dreams.