I never have understood how to react to others words. I feel it selfish to glean something personal from what is said, to have that "this is for me" awestruck feeling about words directed to a crowd. Is it that we all share in the same suffering and the same joys? Or at least share enough to grow and heal from each others best selves, or a hopeful apparition of our best selves?

The mode of transmission and the vessel through which truth finds its home in my soul are a mystery to me. Perhaps it is that my mind has not developed the capacity to see people as part of their words. To see that their words whether deliberate as in writing, where one seeks to convey meaning eloquently, passionately and honestly, or conversing in the vernacular to conform to the prevailing motif.

Tolerance, tolerance is deliberate self-effacement, born out of fear of violating status quo. Status quo is relative, but holds all in its grasp experentially. The vernacular is trained automotic responses based off of tradition and the tradition of progress.
We can be free in our speech outside the bounds of the socially accepted paradigm. (by socially accepted I do not necesarily mean consciously, I mean unthinkingly, axiomatically.) Instead we become recepticals and mimetic emulators of propaganda never critically evaluated. Without building an inward life a inward place where revelation may be experienced every moment. A place where your mind is open to the influx of life, but does not shy away, rather immerses itself in it. A place where we see each other with love and reverance, if only in our own souls.

New tradition is based on the destruction of old virtues.

In today's day and age the automated responses that reflected consideration and respect for the Personhood of another have disappeared, or radically changed due to the advances in technologies mediating our living. Our new religion of progress that causes us to abstact ourselves from Nature, God's other book of revelation, redemption, and apparent paradox has paid a grave toll on us. By separating the word from the act and the word from the place and placing the meaning of words on the meaning of other words we have lost meaning for all of life.

Every word has meaning in context, even spiritual words, which are the sinew holding the corporate body of man and his mysterious interpretations together have a context. All words lose power when power is all that is sought by them. But there is a power that comes from love, which is not our power. Love binds all things, but is bound by nothing. It is hard to feel the love of God when we eradicate the world through which the words of redemption and love have meaning.

Of course there is a transferrance, or some sort of symbolic morphism that occures. It happens so that the sensations and sentimentality, the brute emotions unfettered, by the constraints of a universe that operates at a higher order than our "world system" of mediated living, can find a bearing, a place of refuge from the onslaught of reality. The transferance is always fragmented, always flawed by ignorantly equivocated analogies to man made abstractions.

God has given us to understand Himself so that we can understand love. This presumes to little, I know. God's counsel is immutable, but also unsearchable in its depths. God has meeted out my life such, and not such. I am and and so are all others, but we are with boundries and our boundries are each other and Creation. We build boundries to each other in our efforts to draw closer to one another through our narcicistic extensions. We should not reflect our popular selves, only forego that contrived visage for the countenance of Christ. God pervades and invades, inspires and requires of us, His words are my life and Christ my Lord.

If I erect this bastion of of hope in my heart and mind, I can see always the essential grossness of my words when focused on self. I realize that self is meant for self affacement. That this pouring out of ego should be directed toward Ego, should be eternity bound, without fear. Not directed toward the average man, not meant to keep me blinded from the blindness through mass denial, but meant to put me in a place where His light illuminates darkness and His truth tears down enemy strongholds. If I do not look with His light I see not at all.