Can you remain unmoving till the right actions arises by itself?”
~~ Lao Tzu ~~
I would like to think that one of these two pieces of introductory material would be enough; reality seems to indicate otherwise, as neither the picture (mine, of some rather beautiful little flowers), nor the most excellent quote from Lao Tzu, seem to be stimulating much in my mind… In fact, I can feel a rather disturbing loss of function there, of about 30% or more, even after a few sips of coffee…. Normally, I’d be able to type…. oh, wait, I AM typing…. Okay, see, I’m not even fully cognizant of what all the various parts are up to yet; I had no idea I was already a paragraph in….. imagine that!
All levity aside, (and no snickers or snide comments about not having to put aside what never was there….), I’m having a bit of trouble today with the old grey cells, as Hercule was so fond of calling the mind…. or should I say “Agatha”?….. Whomever said it first, my brain is feeling a bit resembles a fricassee this morning, more than it does an organic computer, and, it’s been almost 40 years, since I was at the Culinary Academy back in 1987, the last time I made a fricassee…. so, I’m a little unclear in my memory as to how that looks…. I remember a lot of blank white, or boring light colors…. much like this page looks….
Of course, it’s not completely blank, it’s got all these markings all over it…. I suppose I should just forget about achieving any sort of normalcy, or actual literary coherency today; if the results so far give any hint, I’d say just tossing it in might be for the best…. I’m feeling as if I can be funny, but, I’m not sure I can be factually clear, or organized enough to present any rantable material…. Hey, there’s no need to be cruel; stop all the cheering already…. Sheesh! Okay, so, I won’t rant, at least not a fresh one…. In fact, that’s a fine idea…. I’ll use archived material, for the most part, and avoid the whole nine yards of trouble and pain that creating anything would naturally bring….
Okay, now I have to go on a quest, to find the right stuff…. See what you’ve done? Oh, right, I did it…. Never mind, then, I’ll just go over here and start my search, while y’all get yourselves settled into your seats…. and, if I were y’all, I’d fasten them belts up real right & tight…. The pilot is a bit flaky today (that’s me, if you hadn’t clued in yet….), and it could get a bit bumpy out there….
Shall we Pearl?…..
“It matters not how long you live, but how well.” — Publius Syrus (42 BC) — Maxim 829
Okay…. I found a good religirant for this section, which you will find below…. I had to go back a couple of years, but, it’s still pretty relevant…. I hope you enjoy it….
“Since I’ve seen this *several* times in this group, the actual context of the God is dead quotation of Nietzsche: The Madman. — Have you ever heard of the madman who on a bright morning lighted a lantern and ran to the market-place calling out unceasingly: I seek God! I seek God! — As there were many people standing about who did not believe in God, he caused a great deal of amusement. Why! is he lost? said one. Has he strayed away like a child? said another. Or does he keep himself hidden? Is he afraid of us? Has he taken a sea-voyage? has he emigrated? — the people cried out laughingly, all in a hubbub. The insane man jumped into their midst and transfixed them with his glances. Where is God gone? he called out. I mean to tell you! *We have killed him*, you and I! We are all his murderers!….” — from THE JOYFUL WISDOM
I have no doubt whatsoever that Nietzsche was not a popular character with the clergy of his time, given the rather high degree of blasphemy this quote entails. But, I think that what the theists are upset about is not so much the claim that God is dead, but rather that people are shown as the creators of God, not the other way around, as they would have us believe…. It is anathema to their existence to have people even consider such a proposition; they spend most of their time convincing their parishioners to NOT think about the nature of God, or theology in general, at all. If they could figure out how to keep people from thinking about anything, they would gladly do it….
“However, on religious issues there can be little or no compromise. There is no position on which people are so immovable as their religious beliefs. There is no more powerful ally one can claim in a debate than Jesus Christ, or God, or Allah, or whatever one calls this supreme being. But like any powerful weapon, the use of God’s name on one’s behalf should be used sparingly. The religious factions that are growing throughout our land are not using their religious clout with wisdom. They are trying to force government leaders into following their position 100 percent. If you disagree with these religious groups on a particular moral issue, they complain, they threaten you with a loss of money or votes or both. I’m frankly sick and tired of the political preachers across this country telling me as a citizen that if I want to be a moral person, I must believe in “A,” “B,” “C,” and “D.” Just who do they think they are? And from where do they presume to claim the right to dictate their moral beliefs to me? And I am even more angry as a legislator who must endure the threats of every religious group who thinks it has some God-granted right to control my vote on every roll call in the Senate. I am warning them today: I will fight them every step of the way if they try to dictate their moral convictions to all Americans in the name of “conservatism.” — Senator Barry Goldwater, from the Congressional Record, September 16, 1981
I spend a lot of time and effort here working toward the opposite end; I want people to think all the time, rather than seldom, or never. If I can get people to question some of the dogmatic principles upon which they base their lives, I consider it a good day. If even one person’s faith is disturbed by what I write, then I have achieved, at least partially, what I set out to do. I see this as the single greatest barrier to our survival, to wit: people just don’t want to think. They’re lazy, thinking takes effort, and they’ve been taught all their lives to avoid putting any effort into that practice. It’s not encouraged in our society, unless the thinking one does is done within the narrow guidelines set out for them by the clergy and the beloved ruling class.
“All national institutions of churches, whether Jewish, Christian, or Turkish, appear to me no other than human inventions, set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power and profit.” — Thomas Paine
So, vilify me if you must, discourage me at every turn if it makes you feel better. But, none of what is said to me, or done to me, will ever keep me from thinking, or from trying to get others to do the same. Our beloved ruling class, and the clergy of ALL religions, would have us believe that what they tell us is Truth, when in fact it is anything but that. They know that the less the people think, the less they are educated, the easier they will be to manipulate, and they will expend every effort to see that the practice of thinking is discouraged. So, I have chosen to dispute that at every chance, and care not how they feel about it. So far, they’ve had things their way, and it’s time we took back some of our independence from them…..
“I count religion but a childish toy … there is no sin but ignorance.”– Thomas Jefferson, paraphrased.
gigoid has spoken. So be it….. Here is a bit of Art to go with the above discussion
Note from the future…. Unfortunately, I have no idea what Art I was supposed to have here…. It didn’t come through in the cut and paste into the backup, so, I would have to go back & find it online, and, sorry, just too much, so, it will have to make do without today…. maybe next time….
I had originally intended to have only one poem, but, the first one came up in front of me while I was searching the archives, and it HAS to be included today, just because…. It’s from a poetess on WordPress, Mari Sanchez Cayuso, and she is incredible…. I first posted this in July of 2012….
I have previously brought you poems from este poeta, but this one is special. She amazes me time after time with the passion, the power, and the beauty of what she writes….. which is only matched by her own luminous eyes…. there is only one thing to do with pieces such as this, and that is…. Enjoy!
surely we’ve met in midair
your stubborn neck disregarded my smile
apologetically you stirred these mediums
the melancholic instruments attached to my head
on a solid oaken table we wrote
the aloofness of a spell
critiquing the crafty shapes
with your index finger you pointed at me
and thickened your space very slowly
my voice reached your core
i knew then how bitter your loneliness was
tempting these souls to write
and with your little murmur
a flame in my chest i saw
i slowly began to weep
you stroke my head listening to me pray
softening my thoughts
the names that inhabit my soles
the steady pure familiar calm
the wind the golden faces inside this life of mine
designed for staying here
urging trumpets to melodically banner my heart tonight . . .
~~ Mari Sanchez Cayuso ~~
In the interests of both levity, and brevity, here is a master of both types of poetry; by the evidence of this poem, he used both, effortlessly….
Except it hasn’t been peppered.
Should you behold a panther crouch,
Prepare to say Ouch.
Better yet, if called by a panther,
~~ Ogden Nash ~~
One of the brightest lights of our world took his own life a few days ago….. By now, everyone has heard of how Robin Williams passed, a victim of his own inner demons…. When I heard of it, my sadness grew almost too much to bear; he was one of the great comic geniuses of our time, or any other, a brilliant improvisational artist…. I can only wish my own rants approached the level of insight and humor he displayed in all he gave us….
I don’t feel up to writing much more of a tribute, and the spotlight being focused by the media on the depression that killed him doesn’t appeal to me right now…. I’m too depressed, and if the irony of that doesn’t register, you need to find yourself another irony bone…. I’m going to just do this…. Below, you’ll see a picture, found years ago on Facebook, or somewhere on the Net, that gives us all a perfect idea of just what Robin felt like much of the time, as well as the actual solution to the issue itself…. but, that’s another story…. This, though, describes the process of fighting inner demons quite well, as it identifies them as what they are…. our own hearts and minds….
Now, here is a retrospective, and comments, upon Robin’s demise, from a writer I respect a lot; his insight helped me to gain some perspective, so I hope it can do the same for y’all….
I guess, all that’s left now, is to say this:
Goodbye Robin, you will be missed, and not just by Mork’s Mindy…. The entire world grieves at your loss…. Thank you for all you gave us of yourself; any debt that any of us owe for our lives, you repaid in full, with interest, with laughter, and love….
It says: “In the beginning was the Word.”
Already I am stopped. It seems absurd.
The Word does not deserve the highest prize,
I must translate it otherwise.
If I am well inspired and not blind.
It says: “In the beginning was the Mind.”
Ponder that first line, wait and see,
Lest you should write too hastily.
Is the Mind the all-creating source?
It ought to say: “In the beginning there was Force.”
Yet something warns me as I grasp the pen,
That my translation must be changed again.
The spirit helps me. Now it is exact.
I write: “In the beginning was the Act.”
~~ Goethe’s Faust ~~
It’s going to have to do; I don’t have it today. I believe I’ve gotten it done, to the point it can be posted…. but, it wasn’t easy, and almost didn’t make it at all, (a story for another time….). For now, it’s done, and I’m going to take it, and run…. See y’all later, ffolkes….
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,
I just sits.
gigoid the dubious