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Karl Constantine FOLKES 1935 (Portland)
“Woe is man that he must invent a canopy of race!”
Having the opposites resident within ourselves, we are at war perpetually with ourselves, projecting our inner battles outwardly onto others who must fight their own battles within their inner selves.
And so we wage a war of constant unceasing projections, failing to see in the faces of those we despise the most, our own darkness; the darkness of our buried souls that we in hatred cast as refuse upon others.
Woe is man that he must, in his own ignorance, invent a canopy of race in which to enclothe and stifle others he considers less worthy of humanity’s kindness, only to expose his own nakedness and hide himself like Adam, in ignorance of his own projections, casting the blame outwardly, outside himself.
O the irony of man, an intellect of consciousness, unconscious of the war of opposites that dwells within him that, when brought to light from inner darkness, is what will ultimately give him peace of mind, and restore his soul to wholeness.
Carl Gustav Jung, prognosticator of the human soul, said it thus: “For the conscious mind knows nothing beyond the opposites and as a result has no knowledge of the things that unites them.”
“Woe is man that he must invent a canopy of race!”
About this poem
Humanity is embedded in a divisive canopy of race. That is its illness in which, consciously or unconsciously, it ferociously covers itself.
Written on July 24, 2024
Submitted by karlcfolkes on July 24, 2024
Modified by karlcfolkes on July 24, 2024
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