Conversations For Transformation

Essays By Laurence Platt

Inspired By The Ideas Of Werner Erhard

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Real Men Cry

Grass Valley, Sierra Foothills, California, USA

December 17, 2005



This essay, Real Men Cry, is the companion piece to Moved To Tears.

It is also the fourth in an open group Encounters With A Friend:
  1. Showing Up
  2. Poet Laureate
  3. A Man In The Crowd
  4. Real Men Cry
  5. A Different Set Of Rules
  6. Half Life
  7. Waiting On You
  8. Erotica On Schedule
  9. A House On Franklin Street
  10. NeXT
  11. Reflection On A Window
so far, in that order. I am indebted to my brother Brandon "Bang" David Platt who inspired this conversation.




I've got a word or two to say about creating completion, about being complete with people.

You can create completion with anyone, whatever happened, wherever they are, whoever they are, dead or alive, any time you choose.

Speak what you've been withholding. Listen for their answering. If there's emotion and tears, let them come. They wash your face.

I make perfect cappuccinos. I'd just finished making a cappuccino for Werner. I presented it to him. He took it from my outstretched hands, looked at me, smiled and said "Thanks Lar!" (his nickname for me from the Roman god of the house), took a sip, and turned towards his guests. He was radiant - serenely happy. His eyes brimmed with tears.

He was - I could see - literally moved to tears  by his guests, people who invest their time, their money, and their lives to be with him. When Werner says he is "touched, moved, and inspired" by people he means it at a level which for the most part that whole carefully crafted macho  facade precludes. We're shrouded by the injunction "big boys don't cry". Whether you're a man or a woman, "big boys don't cry" is you. When I look I see what that withhold costs me being open and vulnerable, being approachable.

What big boys don't do, real men are free to. The realer the freer.

I've come to realize if I can't cry I can't laugh. If I can't cry I can't empathize. If I can't cry I can't love. If I do those things without ever crying it's usually because I'm not playing full on. If I can't cry (the entire sobbing tears and snot catastrophe if necessary or simply getting misty being touched, moved, and inspired by human being), all my Self Expression is muted to the same degree.

How ironically human to go so far down that road perpetuating the facade. It costs us time. It has to come undone eventually.



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