Showing posts with label William Blake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Blake. Show all posts
Wednesday, 10 January 2018
Monday, 27 April 2015
Narcissism in High-Functioning Individuals – Big Ego or Severe Disorder?
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.
— William Blake from “The Clod and the Pebble”
Though Blake showed an intuition of the evils of pathological narcissism in the quoted verses, there are certain personality disorders that are easier to spot for the non-professional, because they dramatically hinder the normal functioning of individuals in society. While common people tend to be able to spot a common and identifiable disorder like major depression, which may prevent individuals from going to work and going out, for example, they rarely put a name on certain types of NPD, often dismissing it as just a “big ego” problem.
In fact, narcissists can be huge performers in their professional field, because their inflated sense of self-importance drives them on, to show the world just how important they really are. As society commonly associates personality disorders and psychiatric conditions with the inability to perform and function normally, these high performers may remain undiagnosed for years, and sometimes even for their whole lives. The fact that the scientific community has devoted comparatively little attention to NPD, as opposed to other personality disorders, further boasts its underdiagnosis...read more>>>...
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
Thursday, 2 August 2012
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Monday, 30 May 2011
"Hear The Voice"
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
HEAR the voice of the Bard,
Who present, past, and future, sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word
That walk'd among the ancient trees;
Calling the lapsèd soul,
And weeping in the evening dew;
That might control
The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen light renew!
'O Earth, O Earth, return!
Arise from out the dewy grass!
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumbrous mass.
'Turn away no more;
Why wilt thou turn away?
The starry floor,
The watery shore,
Is given thee till the break of day.'
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HEAR the voice of the Bard,
Who present, past, and future, sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word
That walk'd among the ancient trees;
Calling the lapsèd soul,
And weeping in the evening dew;
That might control
The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen light renew!
'O Earth, O Earth, return!
Arise from out the dewy grass!
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumbrous mass.
'Turn away no more;
Why wilt thou turn away?
The starry floor,
The watery shore,
Is given thee till the break of day.'
Source
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
Quote for the Day
When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still.
(William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic.
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still.
(William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic.
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