tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769237935430750989.post1181606521943097625..comments2024-02-09T23:01:58.528+00:00Comments on The Invisible Province: Racism, Frankie Boyle and Clybourne ParkUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-769237935430750989.post-21115591855228486832011-03-06T21:01:30.175+00:002011-03-06T21:01:30.175+00:00We only feel like an "outsider" when we ...We only feel like an "outsider" when we feel:-<br />'persecuted'<br />'singled out'<br />'set aside' from<br />'excluded for', whatever it is<br />'discriminated against', because of <br />'lesser loved',<br />or 'belittled' for unfair reasons <br />than others 'around us' appear to be. <br />"Outside the city walls" of the 'city' which we wish/choose to be a part of, or associated with, (which ever club that may be) when wanting to be welcomed under the same conditions as everyone else, what ever conditions we perceive everyone else to be welcomed under. <br />Being alternative or a minority does not make one an "outsider", if one remains happy that way. The problem only becomes, when one wants/needs to 'go in'. Longing, makes one an outsider. The only way maybe is to choose not to enter any city. <br /><br />Yes grief can appear to be that way, though I would argue that grief eventually excludes no man, and isolates all men. <br /><br />Referring to a previous past post, you talked about self-realisation and about the couples who found this when they "fell in and out of love with each other". I would put it to you that if they were falling in and out of love with each other, then this was not love as I know love to be, but a far lesser condition, which one usually experiences (in youth) before they come to know love.<br />Lamentation does indeed teach us compassion, but it is love that teaches us tenderness. Only then can we live lives of praise.P.N.Gnoreply@blogger.com