Good as construction

 





   The good is a presumption from cultural-social understanding about a relational paradise. A perfect place to be good is a human condition of frequent search. In both cases, a reference is an object. The thing impregnated in the word contains a certain truth, a disposition of a belief that makes us put our feet on the ground, and this is in a realm that we build together.


Good materialized in different ways, a subjectivization, and abstraction. It was interpellated or defined as a prominent condition from the will. All humans would be good. Not only one, but all people have any cultural aspects from a human choice to be someone good. The welfare we could feel is in that feeling, a perception of what it can be. Through that, we become a little better than before, or worse, still more someone that fixes that - all the time - exposing our thinking in practice.


The will, a verb substantiated, from that we could make choices or options, relieving our aspects from customs, habits, communities rules, social norms of relations, interactions too, a sea for where we are wandering in our boat, avoiding the perils for surviving. From that intent,  we develop our self-knowledge with experiences and contour our memory with practices that determine skills to use what society created. The stranger mass that is contrary to any individuality sense, and is in that meant a mess of ideas, thoughts, concepts, and same with ideology stuck in that solitary individual vision. So, it is from that absurdity that we are, in just time, creating our thinking and, in its conditional release, our capacity to put into action the will.


We are being arrangers of the world trying to fix a world that always needs to be better, more adjusted for everyone. What in cause can be a world to us is a world for an individual, is a world in crescent large for, spreading  far, extending along of a time that we never sustain. How much good in all means could be created, more than well far is near us, living around our world, into us and beyond. 

Individuality breaks out when our thoughts are spreading for distances. And when we think about ourselves we throw out our hope of a good, of to live a life that is shared. We lost the opportunity of a better life.


So, when this happens, when we act only with a “myself”, we leave the world of our individuality, that anomic idea about one, it is through that we are developing our understanding, consequence, our will. It is too through choices that we become ethical people. In that sense, we became far options - the things-itself - corresponding in the individuality aspect. While individual, we want to say out social cultural relations, we are that remains, an integral bio psychic that does not go beyond being that do options, living into a moral state of correspondence, following the amusement park laws, in a limited personal condition. Here, in this case it does not fit the meaning of freedom.


Nobody can call themselves, one saying coming here, myself, with a name. It needs a civilization, a world in complete contradiction, a mankind for someone to say that has a name. It is because we are made of social relations, and your name lives at first in the mouth of the other, it who calls you, calling your name, a named name.


To love as to hate is the same in the meaning conjugation in the contrary between what could be freedom. Anyone could feel hate as much as love, that feeling came while it is intertwined with social cultural moral conditions. If we think about liberty or better the sense of freedom, we are searching for another's senses. And, when we do it, we construct our thinking where love or hate is an ethical aspect from choices and decisions, to belong to a drawing state of conscientiousness. It is very less than an-animal desire. We need more than options from emotion memories, we need construct our feelings beyond what says be ourselves.


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Bessie (in memoriam)



I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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