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Biz eth permissions and prohibitions, Accord with Manu and the CCP, Likewise with the Islamic traditions, With Buddhism and the land of the free. Lib pol by contrast is highly partial, Not all the world is adversarial, Drawn to a politics quasi-martial, To harmony's official burial. Biz eth corps can bring us all together, We'll choose to be ruled by Pulte or Rouse, We'll vote with our feet, with foam and leather, We'll live in this or that globe-spanning house. For lands that want to stick with lib pol, fine, For the globe, let's forget the U.S. line.

Biz eth is great for growth, for bigger scale, High eth dilutes at scale, becomes a fake, Universal high eth is doomed to fail, Done right, universal biz eth can take. Biz eth is not great for ethical heights, High eth is made for the ethical peak, Biz eth does better in countering blights, It's not made for a saint, divine, unique. High eth is part of our evolution, It's baked into us, just as biz eth is, We need both for a global solution, Otherwise the world is flat, without fizz. Let biz eth keep us from ethical doom, Let a million flowers of high eth bloom.

Acknowledge Your Own Contradictions (Synthesis) Ambivalence kills--but sometimes it should, You are now religiously conflicted, Perhaps you should stay so, that might be good, Perhaps you should stay self-contradicted. My advice to you now entails a risk, Unknotting yourself creates real danger, So prepare yourself for my stop and frisk, Pretend it comes from a helpful stranger. Here it is: In religion, you are torn, Part of you wants stardom, as in biz eth, Part of you wants to walk a path unworn, Believes that stardom is ethical death. To find roots, you need to make up your mind, If you don't, your home you will never find.

Religion is the Most Suffocating Domain (Antithesis) Religion puts us in a cosmic box, No one is really good in each domain, Muhammad--an eth, biz, pol, and art fox, Science?   I don't think so.  You have to strain. My gifts are a tall mountain less than his, But that's not really the issue I have, Of course I'm not a universal wiz, But I may be a universal mav. Do I want meaning wrapped up in a bow, Attached to a partial, doubtful story? For me, I suspect the answer is no, For me there may not be a greater glory. It may be my fate forever to roam, I may never find a religious home.

I'm OK, You're OK (Synthesis) The voices in my head are who I am, Superego's "share!", id's "dare!"--you're both there, Voices of blood, sad bile, mad bile, and phlegm, A Lib voice of flair, a Con voice of care. Sometimes I'm sick of Me who talks and writes, I want more Me who never says a word, Mostly, I don't think my master's voice blights, Mostly, I think my servant's voice is heard. I'm OK, you're OK, my mother's book said, Toff Me says, "Bosh, that's pop psychology," Pop Me says, "Toff, we're inside the same head, Pop is good, no need for apology." Toff Me says, I agree with You, full stop, If You can, please switch around Toff and Pop.

My Overweening Ethical Ambition is Wrong (Antithesis) You're a practical ethics fanatic, You think that biz eth should rule everywhere, You are impractical and dramatic, You want to sit in the high prophet's chair. Sadly, your prophetic line is folly, You've made the same error as William James, He confused truth with what works, what feels jolly, You confuse good with competitive games. Nobody's going to listen to you, You're attired in the emperor's new clothes, Your words like your body will soon be through, Sorry!  The truth hurts, as the saying goes. Please know what I say, I say out of love, I'm you, you're me, I'm your tool, you're my Gov.