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athenasatanjesus

(859 posts)
Wed May 15, 2013, 03:19 PM May 2013

There is no such thing as "the center"

There is only "A center",every society could have a different definition of what is left,what is right,what is up,what is down and what is in between.

Some of the questions most people who consider themselves centrists should be asking themselves,are

When did the idea get considered left or right?
Why is what considered left or right?
What is extreme to wards one direction,and why is it considered extreme?
Most importantly what side does accuracy lie?It doesn't matter if it's left,right,or center if it's correct.

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There is no such thing as "the center" (Original Post) athenasatanjesus May 2013 OP
Yeats! longship May 2013 #1
The Center is where thinking goes to die. It's the ultimate safe haven of conformity. Tierra_y_Libertad May 2013 #2

longship

(40,416 posts)
1. Yeats!
Wed May 15, 2013, 03:53 PM
May 2013
The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born.


The center cannot hold.
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