Turning four into seven….


“The absurd is the essential concept of the first truth.”

~~ Albert Camus, “The Myth of Sisyphus” (1955) ~~

glacier melt

No, ffolkes, it isn’t a myth….

Hajime…. Don’t worry, we’re not going to jump straight into Camus’ world first thing. Hell, I’m coffee deficient; it’s a wonder I can type. No, I figured we could just wander around in my head for a bit, little as there is to see in there at the moment. Before I started to type, I had a vision of opening with a fantasy paragraph, but, that sort of went south with Camus; it takes away some of the shine of having a thought at all, but, hey, we do what we must, right?

“Forever,” she smiled, “is just long enough.” Gazing into her eyes, he knew he’d come home….

There…. How’s that? What, you may ask, the hell is it? Easy, it’s the last line of a romance novel I’m never going to write, because having to fill in the stuff leading up to such a trite ending would probably reverse all the good work I’ve done the last four years in keeping myself sane…. Oh, not that I have anything against romance novels, or romance… It’s just a bit sappy, don’t you think? A nice ending, but, sappy, for sure….

Hmm… I would say that’s probably enough wandering around, if such is any indication of how it’s going to go, wouldn’t y’all? I suppose it would also be good if I gave up on the rhetorical questions, since nobody else is actually here to answer them, if a rhetorical question even needed one. Now we’ve stumbled over into nonsense, it’s definitely time to go. No fooling, and no fooling around; we’re using the Tardis, now….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Pretty much all the honest truth telling there is in the world is done by children.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes



    One of my blogging friends turned me on to this series of videos, in a comment left on yesterday’s post. After watching it, I had to go get it for today’s post, just because it is, well, excellent….. Uplifting, cerebral, absolutely wonderful…. and, there are more where this came from…. Check it out, ffolkes, this is definitely grand craic….


Symphony Of Science
‘We Are All Connected’





    Okay, I admit it. I’m lazy. It’s not something I worry about, because I also know the meaning and value of work; duty after all requires action to fulfill. But, all truly smart ffolkes are lazy, for that is how they have spent much of their life, thinking of ways to make stuff easier, faster, or more efficient in some new way, in order to simplify their life…. Well, that’s how it works for me, anyway. It was good enough for me to have been valedictorian in school, without appearing to break a sweat….

That said, to no good purpose, I’m sure, the following is a relatively short discussion of courage, from a couple years ago, on a day I went for a stroll through my psyche, again, in the intro section. It’s pretty interesting, if not good, so, it will do for today’s mess…. I like it, and, it’s all damn straight, IMHO…. but,then, I did write it….

From 2/25/2014:

Terrible things could happen now…. they could, you know. And, should they happen, we’ll deserve every second we experience of mind-numbing, soul-chilling, petrifying terror, because, hey, we’re the ones who left the door wide open, inviting it to enter our domain, bringing with it our ultimate doom…. Yes, it’s our own damn fault, and we will know the truth of the matter, because we have been warned, having previously been given wisdom such as this….

“The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.” — Albert Einstein

This is not new wisdom, that we’ve never before seen or suspected; history has provided us with innumerable instances proving the truth of this aphorism….. Time after time throughout our short span of existence on this world, we find examples of men or women who had prior knowledge of an issue, and, by their silence, allowed it to take place, to the detriment of all…. It doesn’t make it right, but, it is certainly not an uncommon issue for mankind…. Such issues are not, perhaps, of those we are given by Reality, our favorite gifts, …. In fact, many don’t look on this, or any knowledge, as gifts, and THAT is a big part of the entire problem….

Our problem is a failure of spirit, that has to do with a basic virtue, one that has been claimed as the basis for all other virtues; without this characteristic, none of our finer qualities are ever seen in the light of day…. That pillar upon which all other virtue rests, then, is Courage…. Yes, plain and simple, courage….

I have found, in my fairly long life, most of mankind, I’m afraid, are cowards…. I’m not an exception, though it IS something I’ve worked hard to mitigate…. Fear is a hard thing for most of us to admit, even though it isn’t considered abnormal; its strength, with the way it causes us to lose control, frightens us… However, that is also its saving grace, as the guilt one feels, for having given in to it, can, and does, stimulate us to greater effort, whereupon we can find that courage within ourselves, the next time we are in danger of giving in…. This is how almost everything we do, and have done, of an ethical nature, ever gets done…. because someone discovers they DO have the courage to act when there is danger to themselves, or to those for whom they care…..

That is what it takes, you see…. No virtuous act can ever take place, unless good people have the courage to act in the face of the Evil that exists, in spite of the fear they feel in the presence of that Evil. If they don’t summon, or find somewhere with themselves, the courage to act ethically, or morally, if that is needed, then Evil has free rein to let itself out to play in human affairs, to the detriment of us all….

Each of us has to find that courage within ourselves, the courage to put aside our fear, to carry on with what we know to be right, even though expediency and comfort are left behind in such cases…. Living with honor and integrity is never the easiest path we can take; it is always fraught with danger, because it doesn’t avoid evil, because it’s too hard, but, rather, confronts it, endeavoring to deal with it in a straightforward, upright fashion…. thus, preserving one’s own honor, when forced to have truck with what always leaves us feeling a bit dirty….

Now that we have wandered so far afield this morning, I’m not sure what will happen to this Pearl…. Minor ranting isn’t uncommon in the intro, but, I do try to limit it to no more than eight or ten paragraphs, so we don’t take forever to get into just the first section…. a resolution which, this morning, is NOT unfolding according to plan…. Allow me to sum up, and get on with it, if you will…

All of what I wrote above is true and complete, to the best of my knowledge, and constitutes a fairly accurate assessment of today’s situation here on planet Earth…. Evil is out there, ffolkes; when we… that’s you, and me…. fail to stand up to it, look it in the eye, and tell it to “fuck off, you bloody sod!”, it will continue to manifest its existence, causing untold pain and suffering for us all…. So, be brave, ffolkes, and don’t let Evil have its way without at least some token resistance, ‘kay?…. “Kay!…..

Shall we Pearl?…..

“Asked what he gained from philosophy, he answered, “To do without being commanded what others do from fear of the laws.”” — Diogenes Laertius (c. 200 AD) — Aristotle, xi



Soliloquy Of The Solipsist

I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
Through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon’s celestial onion
Hangs high.

Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look’s leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.

When in good humor,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott any color and forbid any flower
To be.

Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it’s quite clear
All you beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.

~~ Sylvia Plath ~~



    All simple, powerful statements today, about how to approach this world of complexity in which we find ourselves…. All good to know stuff, ffolkes; nothing too deep, just right out there to see…

“I believe that it is better to tell the truth than a lie. I believe it is better to be free than to be a slave. And I believe it is better to know than to be ignorant.” — H. L. Mencken

“It is ridiculous to lay the blame of our wrong actions upon external causes, rather than on the facility with which we ourselves are caught by such causes.” — Aristotle

“The materials of action are variable, but the use we make of them should be constant.” — Epictetus (c. 60 AD), How Nobleness of Mind may be consistent with Prudence, Discourses, Book ii, Chap. v

“Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving till the right actions arises by itself?” — Lao Tzu

“Reality is not a constant.” — Subtle Bee

“Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.” — Aeschylus, “Agamemnon”, 584

“I leapt headlong into the sea, and thereby have become better acquainted with the soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly song, and took tea and comfortable advice.” — John Keats

“For a man can lose neither the past nor the future; for how can one take from him that which is not his? So remember these two points: first, that each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle, and that it signifies not whether a man shall look upon the same things for a hundred years or two hundred, or for an infinity of time; second, that the longest lived and the shortest lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.” — Marcus Aurelius Antoninus — Meditations, ii, 14

“But if a man happens to find himself … he has a mansion which he can inhabit with dignity all the days of his life.” — James Michener


Shoot, this is getting too easy. I guess I’ll have to go back to sweating over this in the mornings…. Nah, I sweat enough, of that I have no doubt. On that odd note, I’ll leave this be, lest any further fussing cause it to fall apart altogether. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, should there be sufficient reason to warrant such arrogance…. No doubt there will be….

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

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch


À bientôt, mon cherí….


15 thoughts on “Turning four into seven….

  1. I keep meaning to read it (The Myth of Sisyphus), as I’ve not yet. But having young children makes reading increasingly difficult.

    This is beautiful:

    “Forever,” she smiled, “is just long enough.” Gazing into her eyes, he knew he’d come home….

    I honestly don’t need any more story than that. What makes people crave beginning, middle, and end? Is it always necessary? No. I don’t think so. Why can’t a sentence (or two, as it were) be enough sometimes … when it’s a really good one (or two, as it were)?

    “all truly smart ffolkes are lazy” … Amen, brother. This is the reason I’m so pissed off all the time. I’m too smart to work as hard as I do, but I’m surrounded by other smart people who are also lazy (i.e., smart), so nothing will get done if I don’t step up to the plate … which, as I said, pisses me off. 😉

    “Terrible things could happen now…. they could, you know. And, should they happen, we’ll deserve every second we experience of mind-numbing, soul-chilling, petrifying terror, because, hey, we’re the ones who left the door wide open” … This is absolute truth. Oh well. Shall we carry on then? I choose, knowingly, to turn a blind eye and walk into my own destruction. Until I un-choose, that is. Because I can.

    “virtuous act” … I find this a humorous phrase. What if it is … all … an act?

    “I walk alone;
    The midnight street
    Spins itself from under my feet;
    When my eyes shut
    These dreaming houses all snuff out” … I love this.

    And this:
    Know you appear
    Vivid at my side,
    Denying you sprang out of my head,
    Claiming you feel”

    “I believe that it is better to tell the truth than a lie.” … Don’t you think lies tell more truth than truths do? Obviously you don’t. And I probably don’t either. But sometimes I wonder …

    • I’m glad you enjoyed today’s mess…. and, I’m happy what I wrote hit the right notes for you….

      Sylvia Plath is, without doubt, one of the deepest, most human of poets, and has always been a favorite of mine. I’ve never read a poem she wrote that didn’t move me, or scare me, or impress me with her talent…

      Yes, lies can tell a story, and can be an indicator of the truth, IF one knows its a lie. It is when lies are passed off as truth that steps over the ethical line… As a novelist I once heard quoted wrote, “If you fail to point out and punish a conclusion based on error, you leave the way open for conclusions based on falsified information, and that is the worst sin a scientist can commit.” For me the same holds true in Reality; ethical standards are useless if not applied universally….

      Thanks for the great comment; join in any time….


      gigoid. the dubious


        • I confess I have not; they’ve been on my list for years, along with a thousand others I haven’t had time to get to… I read The Bell Jar many years ago, but, having worked a long time in psychiatric therapy with many types of mental disturbances, I tend to shy away from such journals. I read too many charts that were the same story, though I am sure hers are more compellingly written than medical records…. Just too close to home to be comfortable reading for me… so they’re further down the list…

          Can’t get enough of her poems, though….


  2. Ah.. so nice to see friend ‘circle of quirks’ here..
    she is a real phenomenon.. and of course
    so are you friend.. ’cause i’ve interacted
    with literally tens of thousands of
    folks if not over 100K in the
    last 5 years or so..
    all over online..
    and you two
    are definitely
    two of my very favorite ones..
    as i can say anything to ya’ll..
    without being concerned that
    ya’ll will go ballistic.. as no
    PC for me.. hehe..
    anyway.. i read your
    post early this morning
    while rushing to church
    and just on Mobile today
    doing another half-
    marathon of dance
    so plenty of
    time to
    let the
    of wisdom settle
    with me all day.. and
    two things struck me.. one
    how wonderful it is that you
    at top of the class in
    school.. serving
    others in the
    mental health
    and developmentally
    disabled fields are able
    to spread your wisdom online
    as so many of us can from the
    leisure of our home today.. as truly
    it was getting scary how there were no
    story tellers left anymore.. to leave the
    stories of our culture behind now..
    as everything was getting
    so text and shallow
    in acronyms of
    small talk
    at start
    ways of being..
    and now blogs allow an almost
    unlimited avenue.. to spread it all thick
    and thin.. and address subjects that we could
    never address in some of our local communities
    namely.. now.. without potentially getting shot.. hung..
    or a brick thrown through the local church that is us..
    hmm.. yeah.. the Protestants even threw
    a brick through the window of
    my Catholic Church some
    years back.. but
    hopefully the
    KKK is
    along with
    such as that..
    yeah.. never ever
    truly gone here.. at least
    behind folks backs it seems
    from what i’ve seen on
    pastors lawns
    after church
    and such
    as that
    county farms..
    hmm.. dam that was
    a long intro.. but i get
    really intensely focused
    after dance walking
    13 miles.. reading a
    book while doing
    it.. listening
    to music
    and stuff
    like that.. where
    my Brain lights up
    like the Universe potential
    we all have of course.. inside..
    too.. outside.. above so below
    and all around
    or four
    and more..
    But in my own life
    experience.. i for one consider
    fear.. to be the limiting force of
    miracles.. and a body that is out
    of synch in balance with mind
    is a sure way
    to feel
    in one’s own skin
    and to be timid
    other human beings..
    as sure they can be potential
    predators too.. part of our instinct
    that never totally goes away.. and Charles
    Atlas.. the founder somewhat of strength
    training for Industrialized humans of
    the 20th Century.. watched
    Lions Stretch..
    from them..
    inventing a
    new way of
    exercises to
    help the young boys
    who got the sand kicked
    in their face.. while never pursuing
    their animal epigenetic potential in
    feral fearless primate way..
    no less than our
    who are definitely
    capable of tearing the
    face off of human beings
    domesticated now
    as such..
    yeah.. even
    Mahatma Gandhi
    subscribed to Mr.
    Atlas’ training plan..
    as even a Pacifist..
    can be braver in dealing
    with other folks.. more secure
    in a body strong.. instead of weak..
    and amazingly not unlike Jack LaLanne..
    Charles.. kept all his muscle size statistics
    all the way to age 70 plus.. showing
    what the science of epigenetics
    in unpacking human
    DNA for
    greater potential
    was with appropriate
    environmental challenge..
    yes.. my father too.. going into
    the military as a young man coming
    out two years later changing from
    150LB to 230LB bear
    really shocked
    too see his pretty
    boy face in a high school
    photo.. sometime ago..
    for the first
    time ever..
    as sure it was
    bootcamp and the military
    that literally made him into a man..
    and i used to see that Epigenetic effect
    among the Navy men.. at my base.. getting
    orders.. to the sand trap of combat in Iraq..
    and coming back looking more
    like gorillas
    than pasty
    of before..
    yeah.. sure too.. what
    i eventually devolved into
    when i left the physical
    effort of Bowling Center
    moving.. running..
    jumping worker..
    fixing machines
    doing all the
    cleaning 8 hours
    a day.. in addition
    to working out too..
    an hour workout three
    time a week is not enough
    to keep human potential as
    strong and fearless as it can be
    with moving artfully all the time now..
    and without feeling secure in one’s own
    body.. with potential to defend oneself.. i truly
    feel like that is a major issue of underlying fear
    and anxiety among folks.. is they never get to
    hear the call of the
    wild.. and
    feral fearless
    human beings again..
    and that spills over i think
    and feel now.. to all areas of life
    where a person walks and stands
    tall among other humans without
    up for ethics
    that are real
    and positive too..
    no matter what the bullies
    who were bullied themselves
    in life.. in that endless cycle of
    fear and hate.. will say and do..
    Biggest mistake i think humans make
    is the delusion that they are not
    animals.. and fall under
    rules of
    the Jungle
    and Savannah true..
    where we too.. can become
    the Lion of Mr. Atlas’
    experiment but of
    course.. it starts
    with feet.. as barefoot
    on soil.. is the best way
    to gain strong feet.. as with
    weak feet.. all the rest of the
    body.. can be limited in strength
    and fearless by the weakest link
    that will always
    be the feet
    that handle
    the basic
    of life
    free or
    as weak
    at base is fear..
    still for any animal subject
    to the reality of prey and predator..
    even if not obvious and only
    my friend
    and sMiLes..
    that’s all for now..
    enjoyed your post
    very much.. and
    as always thanks
    so much
    for now..:)

    • I had to smile; just as you were speaking of predatory nature, Leelu came up & insisted on laying on the mouse pad…. I enjoyed the comment from circle o’quirks; obviously another polymath on the loose, which is just fine with me. The more of us out there the better…..


      Gotta go play with the cat before bed… I’ll finish your post tomorrow morning, only got through about 1/2 today d/t visit w/the grand….

      Schlafen zie woll, mein freunden….



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