Dwelling now in the fields of Endymion…..

Ffolkes,

I may stop looking at the statistics for my blog altogether, after the lesson I was taught yesterday….. Two days ago, I wrote a very short Pearl, to say I was taking the day off, essentially. After weeks of seeing only 4to 6 people visit the blog, and only a few Likes, the short blurb garnered 11 Likes in the first 12 hours. I was astounded at that outburst of visitors, but, even more astounded yesterday….. I wrote what I thought to be an excellent Pearl, with a rant and everything…. I just now looked at it, and ONE person has seen it…. ONE. LMAO ROFL!…. as they say in the text world…. One regular reader came by and left their mark, and that was it… total = 1. I suppose this could also be expressed as a box score, to wit: Universe 1 – gigoid 0……

Hilarious! It just goes to show I made the right decision when I stopped paying a lot of attention to the Likes that are garnered each day. I know that what I write here is a lot to take in, both from a quantity standpoint, and because there is some rather pointed, opinionated material discussed, at great and wearisome length. I know also that some of my regulars only come by every few days, and read several day’s worth at once, to catch up, as it were… That’s all well and good, but, it’s a good thing that I write for sanity rather than money, or fame, because those two characters are fickle, and hard to pin down for long…. or, so I’m told, not having a lot of experience with either one, either over time, or in great quantity.

That will teach me to even think about who is reading this stuff; it has never been the driving force behind what I write, though I’ve always paid attention to the stats. The motivation for all this remains in the realm of my angst and tendency toward a loose hold on reality, and won’t be changing soon. Now, though, this process should be even less of a bother for me, because I won’t be thinking about the number of visitors at all, and thus won’t be distracting myself from the material at hand for discussion. Whoopee….

I know, boring, eh? Well, some days, y’all just have to put up with my meandering blather…. oh, wait…. That happens every day, doesn’t it? Well, so be it. It’s my blog, and that’s the way it is, so, nyah, nyah, nyah….. Sorry, sometimes the inner child comes out in its obnoxious brat uniform…. Noting that did serve to alert me to the fact that I’ve reached a minimum legal limit for an intro, and can get out of this mess, should I so choose…. which, given the bilge that is so far populating these pages, is probably a good idea….. So, we will now get on with the regular business of the day, or, if that isn’t possible, a reasonable facsimile thereof will be provided…..

Shall we Pearl?….

“The world is a dangerous place to live — not because of the people who are evil but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.” — Albert Einstein
_____________________________

Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass’d
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.

— William Cowper (1731-1800)

This section is dedicated today to my  high school classmate, and friend, Carole Anne Heaton Olivero, who passed out of this plane of existence last night in Texas, after a more-than-a-year-long battle with cancer. I could say a lot of things about her passing, and will, at some point, but, for now, let it suffice to say that the world has lost a bright spirit, one whose like will never be seen again. Carole lived a life filled with laughter, and love, and infused her happy spirit into everyone she met over the course of her life. She will be missed, and remembered with fondness by all who knew her…. She was my friend, and I loved her….

Her track, where’er the goddess roves,
Glory pursue, and gen’rous shame,
Th’ unconquerable mind,

— Thomas Gray (1716-1771)

Ah, the souls of those that die
Are but sunbeams lifted higher.

— Longfellow (1819-1892)
_____________________________

I don’t think I need to explain this one, given my state of mind today…. All I can say is, thank goodness for Emily….

I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,–the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
 
~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

_____________________________

Time constraints have worked to limit the time I have today to write, so, this final section will be an old-school pearl, because they take less time to put together, as long as Smart Bee is cooperating. The point of this one is to paint a picture of politics, as we practice it here in America in the twenty-first century…..

“Most people seem to think that trampling individual rights is OK if it is “for the good of society as a whole.”  However, society is but a large number of individuals, and how can harming the individual parts better the whole?” — Andrew Ford

“For himself doth a man work evil in working evils for another.” — Hesiod (c. 700 BC) — Works and Days, Line 265

“Hell hath no fury like a vested interest masquerading as a moral principle.” — Smart Bee

“I am different from Washington; I have a higher, grander standard of principle. Washington could not lie.  I can lie, but I won’t.” — Mark Twain

“Be careful what you vote for. You may get it.” — Smart Bee

“No man’s life, liberty, or property is safe while the Legislature is in session.” — Lysander Spooner

“What is left when honour is lost?” — Publius Syrus (42 BC) — Maxim 265
_____________________________

“I refuse to be intimidated by reality anymore.  What is reality? Nothing but a collective hunch.” — Lily Tomlin

Ain’t that the truth? I’m not sure just how this one will look, but, it won’t matter, because it’s done, and that’s the way it will stay. Not too shabby, all in all, and well worth the money you will pay to read it. As for me, I’m done, and, I’m outta here….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest  Carole…
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….


Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes
I just sits.

gigoid

dozer3

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3 thoughts on “Dwelling now in the fields of Endymion…..

  1. Oh do take heart! You are far from alone! I too have stopped looking at my stat’s for a start. Granted I haven’t been able to put in much time here this year compared to other years and no I don’t post that often at the best of times (quality not quantity I laughingly tell myself lol) but my own stat’s are abysmal!! Very depressing viewing and in truth how many people who click the like button from the reader actually bother visiting the blog page itself to read the post? Very few if the stat’s are anything to go off. I guess we’#re all guilty of that up to a point for all manner of reasons but the like button is certainly a mixed blessing indeed. Like you I blog for my own reasons – just as well as you say!
    Studying has seriously curtailed my own visiting of blogs for the last 6 months or so, but I am finished now and am slowly working on paying proper visits to and reading properly the blogs I follow. But there are those in the “real world” who seem to think their needs should be prioritised and take over where the studying left off. I am dealing with that issue as swiftly as possible too! So I hope to be around here on a more regular basis soon, though hopefully not with marathon comments like this!! Call it making up for the ones I haven’t left a comment on then it’s quite short!!! Keep ya chin up and enjoy the weekend 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:

    Ffolkes,

    Much to do early in the day, so, a re-blog is in order. Here’s one from 2013, with a small, but, important notice, marking the passage of a friend…. I’ll be back tomorrow, with bells on. Or, off. I don’t know, and don’t care, cuz it’s tomorrow….

    Blessed Be

    gigoid

  3. Hmm.. i literAlly actuAlly
    got 1,136 view on just
    one of my Blogger
    Macro-Verses
    last week in
    one hour of time
    and pushed 3000 views
    for that day.. with ZERO COMMENTS..
    i’m thinking that could have something to do
    with random Google Searches and 12 million
    words of writing on the Internet a lot
    of it connected
    back to there..
    hehe.. and
    not likely that
    many people
    can even make
    it to the comment
    section anyway.. after
    the first twitter line.. haha..
    but anyway.. i’m a reaList and
    i do love numbers.. no matter noW
    wHeRe or what they come from.. heHE..
    so i WiLL keep checking the statistics
    as even 0 and 1 are two of my
    favorite
    bits
    and
    bytes2..;)

    “The world is a dangerous place to live
    — not because of the people who are evil
    but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”

    — Albert Einstein

    Some folks born sitters.. some folks born rovers..
    some folks born movers and shakers
    some folks
    born
    and
    stay in caves..
    and that’s the way
    of human nature and
    science now showS and in
    the Animal Kingdom in general too..
    Rovers and Sitters Rovers and Sitters
    make
    the Animal
    Kingdom sTiLL go
    ’round and ’round2
    and makes fences
    and avoidance
    of
    change
    in Minion
    ways of following
    Despicable Leaders too..
    and sure.. i can prove that too..
    in easy conservative vs liberal way..
    as simple word word as A Trump card for ThAT noW..;)

    Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass’d
    With me but roughly since I heard thee last.

    — William Cowper (1731-1800)

    It’s true.. i rarely spoke
    a word and typed
    none for
    33
    months..
    change moves
    forward too.. of course..
    in both Cocoon and Butterfly
    mouth
    and
    feat
    steps
    and words..:)

    Her track, where’er the goddess roves,
    Glory pursue, and gen’rous shame,
    Th’ unconquerable mind,

    — Thomas Gray (1716-1771)

    Hmm.. that’s why i mostly
    hang around women..
    i choose
    royalty
    over
    whatever the
    other place iS now..
    way away from Glory’s Grace..:)

    Ah, the souls of those that die
    Are but sunbeams lifted higher.

    — Longfellow (1819-1892)

    IF ‘they’ leave
    Love
    bEhind
    to flourish
    aS floWer oF liGht..:)

    “Most people seem to think that trampling individual
    rights is OK if it is “for the good of society as a whole.”
    However, society is but a large number of individuals,
    and how can harming the individual parts better the whole?”

    — Andrew Ford

    The fAct is.. if everyone
    i see dances at
    Walmart
    there
    would
    be collisions..
    not everyone makes
    cars that drive well.. these days..
    i make it look extra special to keep the privilege..
    as Lord knows if everyone did it.. it would surely get outlawed..
    It’s most alWays
    best to work the
    system at hand
    for greater
    freedoms
    instead
    oF
    jUst saying
    i can’t.. i can’t
    or nobody else does it..
    SurELy tHeRe is both art
    and science for StaYinG FReED..;)

    I died for beauty but was scarce
    Adjusted in the tomb,
    When one who died for truth was lain
    In an adjoining room.
    He questioned softly why I failed?
    “For beauty,” I replied.
    “And I for truth,–the two are one;
    We brethren are,” he said.

    And so, as kinsmen met a night,
    We talked between the rooms,
    Until the moss had reached our lips,
    And covered up our names.

    ~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

    Well yeah.. A
    Peacock..
    A pArt
    of
    NaTure2..
    folks are more likely
    to even let tHeIR.. Health
    go.. if no reaSon comes to preen tHeir Feathers..
    and that is
    most often
    flesh
    and blood
    over words and
    text alone.. in non-verbal
    Language oF Essence and Form..:)

    “For himself doth a man work evil in working
    evils for another.”

    — Hesiod (c. 700 BC) — Works and Days, Line 265

    The Judas
    often bleeds most..
    but on the other hand..
    Bleed
    iS pARt
    oF LiFE..;)

    “Hell hath no fury like a vested interest
    masquerading as a moral principle.”

    — Smart Bee

    Yes..
    JuSt
    Like Hell..;)

    “I am different from Washington;
    I have a higher, grander standard of principle.
    Washington could not lie. I can lie, but I won’t.”

    — Mark Twain

    i tale my wife humorous
    stories all the time..
    but she
    rarely tales
    the difference
    of a dead pan
    joke
    and
    the
    rest of life..
    so.. sure.. the
    iNk Blot test applies..:)

    “Be careful what you vote for. You may get it.”

    — Smart Bee

    The last thing the Republican Party did..;)

    “No man’s life, liberty, or property is safe
    while the Legislature is in session.”

    — Lysander Spooner

    Ha..!.. i ain’t scaRed
    of orange haiRed and or
    hued clowns
    nor politics as
    a three ring Trump circus..;)

    “What is left when honour is lost?”

    — Publius Syrus (42 BC) — Maxim 265

    One humans’ honor is anoTheR
    human’s priSon.. so the
    answer
    iS..
    dEpEnds..;)

    “I refuse to be intimidated by reality anymore.
    What is reality? Nothing but a collective hunch.” — Lily Tomlin

    For most folks.. culture.. is almost entirely reaLiTy iN
    priSon ways these days.. and WeLL.. pArt oF iT.. IS A
    GuesSing gaME2..
    but not for those
    who master emotions
    and many arTS of FeeLinG
    SeNSinG noW… in respectively
    Regulation and Integration ways..:)

    Not much sleep last NiGht
    as Dance all niGht comes and
    goes iN
    work-ouT
    way after-
    Dinner now too..
    see yaTer gigoid on the sAGE
    old Tree TRails
    of Love
    noW
    Branching
    ouT aNew F..;)

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