February 2013

To be on the receiving end of acknowledgement on a daily basis can be life-changing or life-wrecking, depending on the quality of acknowledgment. This is how we create or destroy our children's self-esteem and later chances in adult life.

Acknowledging someone for doing something good, however, is not just good leadership or an act of kindness. Depending on your level of sincerity, it can boomerang and be an exercise in positive self-affirmation. If the acknowledgement is made public, it can even flat out be a political statement --- something that inspires an entire community to hold up to a notable standard. Incidentally, this is how we elevate or debase our communities and workplaces, depending on the kinds of behavior we reward.

This we shall call "social acknowledgment".

There is, however, a second aspect to acknowledgement that is invisible but more permanent. It is the kind acknowledgment that "echoes" into the soul of the individual like a recurring song...

To write perfectly, or at least with perfect certainty, is a blog writer's hopeless hubris. This I have come to learn the slow, hard, painful, messy way.

Truth to tell, nobody's writing is perfect and blog writing is several notches on a baser category. The only honest, and hottest, best I can do here is to approach blogging on a 'journalism of ideas' basis.

I am not saying this of course just to enjoy blanket deniability, although I confess that would be convenient. What I actually am after is a full-blown attack on my own irrational fear of making irresponsible statements. Not that I relish making irresponsible statements but if it so happens -- as it invariably will in the hot pursuit of knowledge --- then I can at least rest easy in my sleep knowing that epistemology is on my side.

Have you ever wondered whether this thing we call physical reality is not actually nothing more than just a dream or in today's parlance, virtual?

Young kids supposedly have this illusion that the universe revolves around them... until they realize that no, they are not that lucky. As they grow older and become more pessimists and isolated they began to entertain a similar thought... what if the the reality they experience is essentially illusory? --- what if the whole universe conspired to confine their consciousness in a prison of mental contexts and sub-contexts we call human existence...!

Okay, think of Matrix or A Scanner Darkly and you get the point.

Are we prisoners of our own freakin little world,
inside our own little mind?

If so, then an outsider, a messiah figure, becomes
our only way of escape?

Even if that messiah, should we say, is false?

[Posted in JOURNEYIST]


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