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Let's talk some more! This conversation is truly critical in a society that has no shared morals, and where capitalism seems to have moved into the void and is defining what is meaningful... and who matters. We are in an existential crisis.... having really decided that those in service in our society don't have much worth, and creating a society where if you don't chase material wealth, you may not ever have a home or family. Now with A.I., and with the questioning or hiding of factual science, and even with how easy we can fall into cognitive errors, what is true gets blurry. If we turn at the church...well.. for the most part, they have become nationalists that have literally gone mad. Help!!

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Title: The Three Floors

Yvon Roustan ©

We built the highest floor of Duty first,

With laws like walls, both beautiful and stern.

What's owed, what's right, what virtue quenches thirst,

A polished room where anxious faces turn.

Beneath, the hall of Story, dim and deep,

Where tapestries of myth and symbol cling.

Here meaning blooms from secrets shadows keep,

The soil where Duty plants its fragile spring.

And lower still, the dark foundation stone,

The silent weight of What Is, Real and True.

The bedrock where the roots have burrowed down,

The unseen source from which the structures grew.

The Duty floor gleams bright, but starts to shake.

The mortar's old; fine cracks begin to show.

The Stories fade, like pictures left to bake,

The soil grows thin where nothing wants to grow.

The architects forgot the dark below,

Assumed the upper rooms could stand alone.

But Duty, starved of Story, starts to slow,

And whispers drift of being overthrown.

A hunger rises, sharp and undefined,

For more than rules that ration out the day.

We crave the tale that lifts us from the blind,

The mythic bread to drive the grey away.

Some point towards the fading Story wall,

They trace the patterns, worn but still profound.

They speak of journeys, answering the call,

Of treasures sought on consecrated ground.

They feed the hunger with the ancient grain,

They show the symbols flickering to life.

The upper room feels solid once again,

A respite from the existential strife.

But see! The treasure's shape begins to drift,

The sacrifice grows vague upon the tongue.

Which enemy deserves this costly gift?

For which community is victory sung?

The Story needs the bedrock, deep and vast,

The weight of Being holding symbol fast.

Without that anchor in the Real below,

The noble journey loses where to go.

It twists towards a battle cry of hate,

A sacrifice for "us", not meant for "them".

The Story, unmoored, seals a darker fate,

A hollow echo in a dying hymn.

For Duty starved of Story turns to dust,

And Story without Being floats unbound.

All three must hold, or everything we trust

Will crumble, leaving emptiness profound.

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Explanation:

Stanza 1: Introduces the top layer, the "Moral" or "Duty" floor, representing society's rules, ethics, and obligations. It's presented as a constructed space ("built," "walls," "room") that people look to for guidance.

Stanza 2: Describes the middle layer, the "Existential" or "Story" floor. This is the realm of meaning, symbol, myth, and narrative. It's depicted as darker ("dim and deep") and foundational ("soil") for the moral layer above.

Stanza 3: Introduces the deepest layer, the "Ontological" or foundation. This represents the bedrock of reality, truth, and being itself ("What Is, Real and True"). It's the essential, unseen support for everything above ("unseen source," "roots").

Stanza 4: Shows the Moral layer becoming unstable ("starts to shake," "cracks begin to show"). The Existential layer is weakening ("Stories fade," "soil grows thin"), suggesting a loss of the narratives that give the moral rules context and vitality.

Stanza 5: Attributes the instability to forgetting the deeper layers. The architects (society) assumed the Moral layer could stand alone without the support of Story and Being. This forgetfulness weakens Duty and hints at potential collapse ("overthrown").

Stanza 6: Highlights the human consequence: a deep "hunger" arises. People crave more than just rules ("more than rules that ration out the day"). They need meaning, narrative, and purpose ("mythic bread") to combat a sense of emptiness ("the grey," "the blind").

Stanza 7: Introduces figures (like Peterson/Pageau) who respond to this hunger by pointing back to the fading Existential layer ("Story wall"). They engage with ancient patterns, symbols, and archetypal journeys ("treasures sought," "consecrated ground").

Stanza 8: Describes the effect of these figures: they satisfy the hunger for meaning ("feed the hunger," "mythic bread") by reviving symbols. This temporarily restores a sense of stability and purpose to the Moral layer ("upper room feels solid").

Stanza 9: Reveals a problem. Without being anchored in the deepest Ontological layer ("bedrock"), the symbols and stories become vague and open to interpretation ("treasure's shape begins to drift," "sacrifice grows vague"). Crucial questions about application (who is the enemy? who is the community?) lack clear answers.

Stanza 10: States the core vulnerability explicitly. The Existential layer ("Story") requires the foundation of ultimate reality and truth ("bedrock," "weight of Being") to maintain its integrity and direction. Without this anchor, the meaning-making narratives lose their true course ("loses where to go").

Stanza 11: Illustrates the danger. Unmoored from the Ontological foundation, the noble narrative can distort into division and conflict ("battle cry of hate," "sacrifice for 'us'"). The journey becomes self-serving or adversarial rather than universally loving, reducing the Story to a meaningless echo.

Stanza 12: Delivers the final warning. The poem concludes that all three layers are interconnected and essential. If the Moral layer is cut off from Meaning (Existential), it fails. If Meaning is cut off from ultimate Reality (Ontological), it becomes unstable and potentially harmful. The collapse of this interconnected structure leaves only a void.

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