Give us a piteous whimper, Number Six….

Ffolkes,

    Today, like any other day, has yet to show its true potential, though even now, the feeling of pregnant possibility is almost palpable. It’s hard to describe, actually, this feeling of electric, buzzing anticipation of…. what?  The very unknown qualities of the future, far-distant or immediate, add a certain tingle of both fear, and burgeoning joy, to the mix of emotions that swirl as we ponder the day’s dawning….

    For some, this jittery, bouncy feeling is too much of a morning, so, they bury their nose in a paper, sip their coffee, and try not to think about what might happen… But, for others, such as meself…. well, let’s just say that there’s no better start to the day than to feel as if it will be filled with challenges, with problems, with solutions, and with both joy, and pain…. Not a bad day, for a human… It’s like Lazarus used to say….

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.” — Lazarus Long, from Robert Heinlein’s Time Enough For Love

    I can do all of the above, except program a computer (I can learn, though, and am in the process of doing so, slowly….), and balance my checking account…. Well, actually, not true… I have had it balanced, once or twice in the dim, dark past; now, I just let the bank do it, and keep track of it online… So, this means I can consider myself a human, by these standards, which I consider to be an accurate summation, and much the same as the conclusions I had already come to in my life. Of course, reading Heinlein’s work since the age of 11 hasn’t hurt a bit in developing those beliefs and standards….

    Nor did it hurt to be raised by a Master Sergeant…. I always call my dad that, but, I wouldn’t want to give the impression that was ALL he was… He lived for 72 years, but spent only 20 of that in the army, so, there was more to him than that…. But, in my mind, the fact that, after those 20 years of service, he ended up at that rank as his permanent billet, (though he was promoted after retiring; that is standard. By the time of his death, he had been promoted to major….), is an indication of what kind of man he was…. It is a well-known, and accepted, fact that in the army, Master Sergeants are the ones who actually run things…. smart officers leave the bulk of their duty to the sergeants, merely giving good orders, and staying out of their way….

    But, my father was more than merely a Master Sergeant; it’s just a convenient handle to describe him, and to give an idea of what sort of guy he was…. Any who, I’ve wandered around again, without much purpose, and seem to have ended up in a place where I can’t find an easy way out, and into the Pearl… Not unusual, I suppose, merely bothersome…. Oh well, I think I’ll use emergency procedure # 1, which is in its place at the head of the entire group of techniques for saving my ass because it always works… It’s called the Bail-Out, for good reason: it just stops, and…..
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    And, you never hear from me again on whatever subject was at hand…. Pretty cool, eh? It ALWAYS works…. So, having been dumped here in the first section, clueless as to something to write (No, nothing new in that, I know, but a PITA, nonetheless….). I guess I’ll go old-school, like I had any intention of doing anything else….  😆

“An older student came to Otis and said, “I have been to see a great number of teachers and I have given up a great number of pleasures. I have fasted, been celibate and stayed awake nights seeking enlightenment. I have given up everything I was asked to give up and I have suffered, but I have not been enlightened. What should I do?” Otis replied, “Give up suffering.” — Camden Benares, “Zen Without Zen Masters”

“When the rich make war it’s the poor that die.” — Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980), “Le Diable et le bon Dieu”, 1951

“His seat back is not in the full upright and locked position.” — Smart Bee

“Food, sleep, fear, propagation; each is the common property of men with brutes. Virtue is really their additional distinction; devoid of virtue, they are equal with brutes.” — The Hitopadesa (600?-1100? A.D.)

“All but the hard hearted man must be torn with pity for this pathetic dilemma of the rich man, who has to keep the poor man just stout enough to do the work and just thin enough to have to do it.” — G. K. Chesterton, Utopia of Usurers, 1917

“There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure truth.” — Maya Angelou

“Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.” — T. S. Eliot
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    Poetry such as this needs no adornment from me…..

Love Is A Parallax

‘Perspective betrays with its dichotomy:
train tracks always meet, not here, but only
   in the impossible mind’s eye;
horizons beat a retreat as we embark
on sophist seas to overtake that mark
   where wave pretends to drench real sky.’

‘Well then, if we agree, it is not odd
that one man’s devil is another’s god
   or that the solar spectrum is
a multitude of shaded grays; suspense
on the quicksands of ambivalence
   is our life’s whole nemesis.

So we could rave on, darling, you and I,
until the stars tick out a lullaby
   about each cosmic pro and con;
nothing changes, for all the blazing of
our drastic jargon, but clock hands that move
   implacably from twelve to one.

We raise our arguments like sitting ducks
to knock them down with logic or with luck
   and contradict ourselves for fun;
the waitress holds our coats and we put on
the raw wind like a scarf; love is a faun
   who insists his playmates run.

Now you, my intellectual leprechaun,
would have me swallow the entire sun
   like an enormous oyster, down
the ocean in one gulp: you say a mark
of comet hara-kiri through the dark
   should inflame the sleeping town.

So kiss: the drunks upon the curb and dames
in dubious doorways forget their monday names,
   caper with candles in their heads;
the leaves applaud, and santa claus flies in
scattering candy from a zeppelin,
   playing his prodigal charades.

The moon leans down to took; the tilting fish
in the rare river wink and laugh; we lavish
   blessings right and left and cry
hello, and then hello again in deaf
churchyard ears until the starlit stiff
   graves all carol in reply.

Now kiss again: till our strict father leans
to call for curtain on our thousand scenes;
   brazen actors mock at him,
multiply pink harlequins and sing
in gay ventriloquy from wing to wing
   while footlights flare and houselights dim.

Tell now, we taunt where black or white begins
and separate the flutes from violins:
   the algebra of absolutes
explodes in a kaleidoscope of shapes
that jar, while each polemic jackanapes
   joins his enemies’ recruits.

The paradox is that ‘the play’s the thing’:
though prima donna pouts and critic stings,
   there burns throughout the line of words,
the cultivated act, a fierce brief fusion
which dreamers call real, and realists, illusion:
   an insight like the flight of birds:

Arrows that lacerate the sky, while knowing
the secret of their ecstasy’s in going;
   some day, moving, one will drop,
and, dropping, die, to trace a wound that heals
only to reopen as flesh congeals:
   cycling phoenix never stops.

So we shall walk barefoot on walnut shells
of withered worlds, and stamp out puny hells
   and heavens till the spirits squeak
surrender: to build our bed as high as jack’s
bold beanstalk; lie and love till sharp scythe hacks
   away our rationed days and weeks.

Then jet the blue tent topple, stars rain down,
and god or void appall us till we drown
   in our own tears: today we start
to pay the piper with each breath, yet love
knows not of death nor calculus above
   the simple sum of heart plus heart.

~~ Sylvia Plath ~~

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    I haven’t ranted today, and I rather think I’ll not do so at all, being, as I am, in a state of mind NOT conducive to the proper critical assault of some deserving asshole in the public venue…. although, I’m certain, there is SOMEONE in the news today who deserves an insult or two as payback for their asininity…… Hell, I could easily take two or three minutes, peruse the news headlines, and come up with the name of one or two appropriate candidates…. I’m just too lazy this morning to do so….

    I’m gonna go for another old-school pearl, as you probably knew I would, once you saw the word ‘lazy’…. Let’s see what The Notebooks of Lazarus Long have for us along the lines of some ironic, or possibly sardonic, observations on that historically ubiquitous obstacle to the progress of mankind, Religion, or as we like to call it here, the Priestly Hierarchies…. All of these are from Robert Heinlein, via Lazarus, with just a bit of help from Smart Bee….

“History does not record anywhere at any time a religion that has any rational basis. Religion is a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up to the unknown without help. But, like dandruff, most people do have a religion and spend time and money on it and seem to derive considerable pleasure from fiddling with it.”

“One man’s theology is another man’s belly laugh.  “

“Men rarely (if ever) manage to dream up a god superior to themselves. Most gods have the manners and morals of a spoiled child.”

“The most preposterous notion that H. sapiens has ever dreamed up is that the Lord God of Creation, Shaper and Ruler of all the Universes, wants the saccharine adoration of His creatures, can be swayed by their prayers, and becomes petulant if He does not receive this flattery. yet this absurd fantasy, without a shred of evidence to bolster it, pays all the expenses of the oldest, largest, and least productive industry in all history.”

“God split himself into a myriad parts that he might have friends.” This may not be true, but it sounds good — and is no sillier than any other theology.”

“God is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnibenevolent — it says so right here on the label. If you have a mind capable of believing all three of these divine attributes simultaneously, I have a wonderful bargain for you. No checks, please. Cash and in small bills.”

“Doubt is the beginning, not the end, of wisdom.” — Smart Bee

    Well, there you have it, ffolkes…. My own personal invitation to Hell, if the Christians have their way….   😉
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    Okay, so, they can’t all be brilliant…. Now, if only I could get ONE of them to approach that, I’d be happy…. Let’s see where on the scale this one falls….

    Okay, well, I’m impressed… I was barely paying attention, and this came out pretty good…. I’ll have to try this more often, if I can figure out whatever the hell it is that I did differently…. See ya, ffolkes…..

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

4 thoughts on “Give us a piteous whimper, Number Six….

  1. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:

    The verdict is bursitis, already on the mend. Still hard to sit, or type, so we’ll reblog this excellent Pearl from 2013. Enjoy, ffolkes; I’ll be back sooner than expected….

    gigoid

  2. “An older student came to Otis and said, “I have been to see a great number of teachers and I have given up a great number of pleasures. I have fasted, been celibate and stayed awake nights seeking enlightenment. I have given up everything I was asked to give up and I have suffered, but I have not been enlightened. What should I do?” Otis replied, “Give up suffering.”

    — Camden Benares, “Zen Without Zen Masters”

    HA! yeah..
    giving up
    being
    human
    is down
    wrong stupid..
    Books
    tend to
    do that..
    But
    within..
    feels better..
    at least that’s
    what god feels Free..
    @lEAst for mE.. heHE..
    Seriously.. Eckart
    Tolle Dance
    naked..
    i think
    not..
    and sure
    he’s missing
    out on noW more SeNsinG FeeLinGS..
    Now without peaks and valleys iSREAL2..
    And Monks.. and the Old Pope’s at least
    rarely
    took
    a selfie
    with a grin..
    for the biggest win..
    in Heaven noW.. per
    Luke 17:21.. of whomever
    or whatever scribe scripted that then..
    anyway.. it Brings me some sense of
    righteous indignation.. considering
    the Gnostic Jesus per Gospel of
    Thomas vs. 37.. of who
    scribed that verse..
    that the Jesus
    promoted stripping
    down naked and shedding
    the cultural clothes of lies
    away from God Free within..
    with absolutely zero shame..
    Alive now as star duST plUs..
    Adding a verse to the UniVerse wHole..
    without
    some
    clothes..
    i’LL go with Verse
    37 of Tom.. and file
    away 3:16 of John in
    dusty old clothes of liFE rot then2..;)

    Let’s see what else.. as once
    aGain a theme/meme/theleman as such is Set..;)

    “When the rich make war it’s the poor that die.”

    — Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980), “Le Diable et le bon Dieu”, 1951

    Unless you are in the U.S..
    and can ignore the bigger
    bombs
    over
    tHere
    over
    theRE
    and not over
    hEar.. except for
    a sparkler
    and
    such..
    ah.. the
    zOne of warless sOils..
    and those who suffer at the
    hands of those who don’t give a FucK…

    “His seat back is not in the full
    upright and locked position.”

    — Smart Bee

    Human Ergonomic Injury comes from
    chronic and repetitive specialization
    of moving sidewalks and chair same ways..
    yes.. sitting still is sAMe movement as tiny tiny muscles
    and big one’s too have to maintain “sTill” in fiber movement
    this IS A way to eventual potential permanent pain.. as
    without
    change
    use it
    and lose
    it applies
    to all stuff
    staying same..
    Move.. Connect.. and
    Create in constantly changing
    ways away from specialization in
    all stuff or grow basically ‘retarded’
    and functionally disabled in so many
    pain ways of life too.. the Forest
    never
    sits
    still..
    always moving..
    connecting and
    creating and never
    for Rest alone of death as liFE..
    Even decay moves more than
    sitting still human dead beings..
    but sTiLL less or more sitting STiLL moves
    in purgatory sAMe A path @lEAst to Hell isREAl..;)

    “Food, sleep, fear, propagation; each is the common property of men with brutes. Virtue is really their additional distinction; devoid of virtue, they are equal with brutes.”

    — The Hitopadesa (600?-1100? A.D.)

    Yeah.. but lovers
    with fear
    are
    wimps too..
    don’t leave
    out the dARk
    as nerds are
    awful boring.. and
    rarely ever fully alive…
    and least what i’ve seen oF mE..
    the dARk
    that’s
    liGht thAT iS..;)

    “Specialization is for Insects”..

    -Lazarus Long

    But wait..
    don’t forget..
    focusing on things SoULY..
    can make real miracles happen too..
    as in all stuff
    balance..
    and
    sacrifice
    for more too..;)

    And oh by the way…
    Psychopaths CAN make excellent
    warriors when they are contracted out of the hEARd..
    It’s hard
    to say
    who really
    ‘saved’ the world..
    at least a stray Meteor
    paved the way for warm and fuzzy we’s..
    never discount
    the benefit
    of
    a biggest
    Catastrophe of
    all.. yeah.. like a
    Big Bang too.. or more2.. eTc..eT..aL..;)

    “All but the hard hearted man must be torn with pity for this pathetic dilemma of the rich man, who has to keep the poor man just stout enough to do the work and just thin enough to have to do it.”

    — G. K. Chesterton, Utopia of Usurers, 1917

    The modern way
    of work
    just
    plain
    sucks..
    Master
    Slave
    Master
    Slave
    for
    pay pals dARk..;)

    “There’s a world of difference between truth
    and facts. Facts can obscure truth.”

    — Maya Angelou

    The scientific method is based on observable
    phenomenon that is replicable in
    more than one experiment..
    i am neither
    an experiment
    or replicable..
    Science will never truthfully
    FucKinG understand aLL of mE..
    and on top of that i beat
    many science
    averages..
    like you top out
    at strong StiLL..
    at age 30 based
    on an overall sedentary
    society of replicating sitting robots..
    functionally
    disabled
    as such
    growing less less twitter less..
    in Zombie Apocalypse ways..
    with Terminator Machines and
    Avatars fully on display and for sale..
    in terms
    of dollar
    bills and
    new likes..
    shares.. and
    virtual followers too..
    sure.. i know and feel better
    but back to the sacrifice thingy too..
    Altruism doesn’t have to make rational sense..
    or
    does
    it..hmm…;)

    “Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.” — T. S. Eliot

    i often find that
    science cheese stiNks..
    it rarely gets out to SinG and DancE Free..
    or
    does it..
    hmm.. yum..;)

    “Poetry such as this needs no adornment from me…..”

    i’LL decorate
    literAlly
    fiGurAtivELy
    anything
    juST for FuN..
    whether it needs it or not..
    and that’s
    also
    play..
    you do
    it.. juSt ’cause
    it FeeLs FucKinG Good..
    cheap thrills
    need no
    dollar bills..
    likes.. shares..
    hehe.. or followers.. per se..;)

    “History does not record anywhere at any time a religion that has any rational basis. Religion is a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up to the unknown without help. But, like dandruff, most people do have a religion and spend time and money on it and seem to derive considerable pleasure from fiddling with it.”

    -Lazarus Long

    Apparently Lazarus
    didn’t study
    Anthropology
    or even understand
    that rationality is only
    one relatively small component
    of human
    intelligence..
    whatever
    works LaZ works..
    it’s called fluid intelligence..
    and MoVinG.. ConNecTinG..
    and CreAting.. iN FaCt iMaGinAtiOn
    and realiTy don’t have to
    make sense aT aLL..
    even Mark
    Twain
    got
    that pARt
    correct.. @lEast for mE.. hehe..
    As truly some folks when they walk
    in a church.. cannot understand folks
    are really there for the small talk of being toGeTher..
    it doesn’t matter where you go.. to a Football Game..
    to a political rally.. or even to this or that better
    or worse school.. humans bind
    together for a common
    purpose be that
    liGht or DARk..
    bottom line
    what makes
    survival IsREAL..
    working with thrive or not..
    and sure science proves this out
    too now.. as countries with great religious
    social programs that provide for the general
    populace use that religion of Government to
    get the same job done of social connections
    for survival that the DArkest and silliest
    of other connections do.. in religion..
    yeah.. like the Quarterback of
    God. Mohammad..
    as last
    prophet
    is better
    than the Quarter
    Back Jesus of the
    Christian Video game..
    that people play that gives
    him the super power of only begotten son of God..
    It’s Human Nature and Nature as whole and like it
    or not
    Laz
    that makes sense..
    even if it doesn’t have to.. hehe..;)

    “One man’s theology is another man’s belly laugh.”

    -Lazarus Long

    True.. amazingly insane as it may
    seem there are actually
    Folks who
    fully support
    either
    Hillary
    or Bill Trump..
    neither God makes sense..
    but again.. they don’t have to..;)

    “Men rarely (if ever) manage to dream
    up a god superior to themselves. Most gods
    have the manners and morals of a spoiled child.”

    -Lazarus Long

    Take me for example.. now of course..
    And i’m not even an only Son of God..
    i AM a spoiled child.. in liFe.. but
    somehow i came
    back as liFe..
    away from
    spoiled
    in
    liFe..
    now
    that’s
    an iSREaL
    Miracle.. if i’ve ever done one..
    and this version of i AM iS
    even more than 2.0..;)

    “The most preposterous notion that H. sapiens has ever dreamed up is that the Lord God of Creation, Shaper and Ruler of all the Universes, wants the saccharine adoration of His creatures, can be swayed by their prayers, and becomes petulant if He does not receive this flattery. yet this absurd fantasy, without a shred of evidence to bolster it, pays all the expenses of the oldest, largest, and least productive industry in all history.”

    -Lazarus Long

    God is..
    Bottom line..
    like or lump it..
    it is
    what
    it is..
    don’t need no
    fancy words
    or dollar
    bills
    for
    my cheap thrills..
    God is fun to me.. as IS mE..;)

    “God split himself into a myriad parts that
    he might have friends.” This may not be true,
    but it sounds good — and is no sillier than any other theology.”

    -Lazarus Long

    As far as i’M concerned
    that’s the smArtest thing
    Laz has said about God yet..
    ’cause it is testable even in science and
    true.. depending on semantic arguments of course..
    and once
    again.. like
    i say.. don’t need
    no fancy words
    for my
    cheap thrills as iS..;)

    “God is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnibenevolent — it says so right here on the label. If you have a mind capable of believing all three of these divine attributes simultaneously, I have a wonderful bargain for you. No checks, please. Cash and in small bills.”

    -Lazarus Long

    Ha! ya gotta be kidding
    lAZ.. even the Old Testament
    proves God has a Beginning
    and that
    makes
    no logical ‘since’..;)

    In other words..
    God is Beyond
    words…
    so what’s
    your argument.. Lazarus..;)

    Leave all the labels behind Laz
    and experience God
    as is.. NoW..
    oKAy..
    be smArter
    and feel and sense
    more for those who live
    life in words.. as i for one
    sacrifice to do too.. heHE..;)

    “Doubt is the beginning, not the end, of wisdom.”

    — Smart Bee

    i question..
    but i refuse to
    feel doubt.. as
    that is a negative
    and cynical emotion..
    that only brings folks down..
    in the
    long
    run
    oF course..
    and of course
    that is only a rhetorical
    and semantic argument..
    but that’s what words
    inherently
    do as
    all
    words
    are only
    more as
    metaphors..
    Dance speaks
    better as hips and
    eyes.. most.. tale fewer lies..
    for those who can read them
    without FucKinG words.. as
    science shows.. some folks
    literally cannot with
    non-verbal
    learning
    disabilities
    who seem really
    smArt in words but
    are lacking the metaphor
    of right brain intelligences..;)

    Okay that was fun to me
    @least in a decorative way..
    hA! perHaps i’ll be a fashion
    designer or hair stylist next…
    but nah..
    that’s a label..
    just a
    word
    is all they are..
    juSt for fUN
    @lEAst foR Me..
    Hope you are doing
    aS WeLL as well can be
    iN yOur UniVerse mY FriEnd..
    after all is said and done.. they
    are all multi-Verses from within..
    there are as many Flavors of God
    as tHeiR are eYes and other Sentient
    ways of
    seeing
    stuff
    mY FriEnd..
    no need to get
    in a rush to limit absolutely
    anything or everything2…;)

    • *grin* I love when you go off on my nonsense…. A bit of background on Lazarus…. He’s the alter-ego of Robert Heinlein, a character he defines as “The Eldest”… In the book, Time Enough For Love (which you should read, btw.), at the opening, Lazarus has reached the ripe age of 2400+ years, He attempts to self-terminate, but is saved by relatives, who wish to preserve his store of wisdom; this takes the form of a long series of conversations with him, detailing some of his life’s adventures, and the knowledge he distilled over two millennia of living a full life…

      In reading over your observations on his words, I am reminded a bit of Shakespeare, to wit; “Methinks he doth protest too much” I’d have to add, assertions, even of personal revelations, are not evidence of existence… That should stimulate more dialogue, I think… *grin*

      Typing this much has been an extreme effort; I’m trying, but, right now, I can’t keep up with your output, but, know I am reading as much as I can of it, & love all I read….

      Take care, bro; my shoulder will heal. I’m not giving it any choice…

      Love

      gigoid

      • On words for evidence.. gigoid..
        and protesting.. hehe..
        just for fun.. Now
        of course.. noW..
        SMiLes.. my Friend..
        most all assertions are
        words/
        science..
        except
        for the
        one’s that dance
        and the song that
        touches A heARt..
        tHere is little evidence
        for An existence of A
        heARt
        except
        for A
        one that feels..
        and senses more or
        less depending on mileage
        or the make of the vehicle that
        houses more than letters and words..
        and numbers too..
        i’ve traveled
        in many different
        vehicles in life.. i am
        equally blessed and cursed..
        to drive an OIdsmobile with many shells..
        and a Jaguar
        as Facebook
        recently
        said
        with
        no known limits..
        as just another name for a Leopard..
        Panther.. Cougar.. or Mountain Lion.. my FriEnd..;)

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