“Quiet days. Still thinking—or is it feeling—reliving—those amazing dreams of the other night. One dare not reveal one’s dreams, for not only are they sacred but they are, to others, profoundly boring. It isn’t possible even to record them in words. The transcription into prose violates them hideously. Handwritten notes might be all right, but I rather doubt it. No: words are forbidden. When the soul speaks one must only listen, not attempt to transform, analyze, comprehend.”
Why must you say such horrid nonsense (in this journal entry), Joyce?! Okay, fine. I see your point, that sometimes we must be still and not use the part of our mind that thinks in words to digest the meaning of things received (from dreams or otherwise). In face this whole quote is just a cheap foil for me to mention that the analysis of dreams in psychoanalysis is important and useful. And my experience is that while it can sometimes lessen the impact of the dream on the psyche, it often becomes a relational touchpoint between the patient and the analyst that serves as a more direct window into the patient that frees the pair of inquirers from the drudgery of thinking about normal things in normal ways.
“Among others, keep a check on your speech; When alone, keep a check on your mind.”
Some 11th Century realness for you, courtesy of Jowo Atisha. This is also hard to do. While Atisha here is talking about mental discipline, he is also assuming that people are basically extremely mentally stable before undertaking such discipline. We live in a world that doesn't support that so much, and most of us need help sorting through the extremes of our inward experience before or at least alongside with the development of basic mindfulness skills. Without that foundational work first, our mental disciplines will only serve to give us brief moments of respite at best and will serve to wind us tighter and tighter at worst.
“There is no original or primary gender a drag imitates, but gender is a kind of imitation for which there is no original.”
“In the early phases of colonisation, the white man’s burden consisted of the need to ‘civilise’ the non-whites peoples of the world—this meant, above all, depriving them of their resources and rights. In the latter phase of colonisation, the white man’s burden consisted of the need to ‘develop’ the Third World, and this again involved depriving local communities of their resources and rights. We are now on the threshold of the third phase of colonisation, in which the white man’s burden is to protect the environment—and this too, involves taking control of rights and resources….The salvation of the environment cannot be achieved through the old colonial order based on the white man’s burden. The two are ethically, economically and epistemologically incongruent.”
“You don’t wear the manhood mask to feel real - only to be judged as real (as a real-enough man). You never actually get to feel real except when other masked men bestow their approval on your manhood act.” -John Stoltenberg, the End of Manhood
“To pursue a goal which is by definition unattainable is to condemn oneself to a state of perpetual unhappiness.”
Here's an article by Jonathan Shedler PhD posted on Psychology Today. I think the major takeaway is that trauma treatment takes time and happens best in the context of a strong relationship with the treating clinician:
Here's the original article by Jonathan Shedler PhD at Psychology Today. And I've copied the first snippet of the article after the cut.
“People will desperately negotiate for the durability of the old for as long as they can, including forever. They are afraid that if they lose the reality that has defined them, they will taste the state of non-being, they will experience the undoing of their solid selves, which they felt was as indestructible as reality itself. When I called my mother from Chicago as the siege was closing in on Sarajevo in 1992, she would tell me: “They’re already shooting less than yesterday.”
The negotiations with the new order accelerate precisely as it’s becoming unalterable: Maybe it won’t happen; maybe it can’t be any other way; maybe it won’t be that bad; maybe it was all a conspiracy, which, when exposed, will make people see they were wrong and go back to being their good old selves; maybe there is a position from which everything will look almost the way it used to be; maybe I won’t be affected; maybe they won’t break down my door but only my Muslim neighbor’s.
But the body knows the score, recognizes the crisis before the mind. It not only gets the steel ball rolling onto the intestines, but also activates the senses, setting them to the frequencies at which the signals of new dangers can be received. Those signals appear as noise to the previous — pre-war — mind, as a breakdown in communication. The new mind, which the body floods with adrenaline, begins — like a rabbit in a forest of foxes — to decode all the signals, even if it’s not capable of fitting them into any narrative. The unified, ontologically comfortable mind splits: On the one hand, the pre-war mind refuses the possibility of catastrophe; on the other, the war mind perceives everything as the signal that the end of the world is nigh. I trust my fears while struggling to ignore them. We become of two minds, which cannot agree on what is real. The world looks strange and unreliable, fragile and dangerous. It is itself and not itself. I am myself and someone else.”
— Stop Making Sense, or How to Write in the Age of Trump | Village Voice
“When you sit alone quietly, it’s something beautiful, even if nobody sees it. When a little flower appears in a crack between two rocks, it’s a beautiful sight. People may never see it, but that’s okay.”
I have learned as an analyst, and even as a patient I suppose, that many times people need someone to witness part of their inward experience before they can then experience the satisfaction of being their own witness. A child needs people she loves and admires to show her that she is beautiful, without reference to her appearance, when she sits quietly so that when she does so alone, she can still find that sense on her own.
Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.-
He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.
Discrimination is a hellhound that gnaws at Negroes in every waking moment of their lives to remind them that the lie of their inferiority is accepted as truth in the society dominating them.
Property is intended to serve life, and no matter how much we surround it with rights and respect, it has no personal being. It is part of the earth man walks on. It is not man.