Inflatable Gorgonzola? Aisle three….


“I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.”

~~ H. B. Constant (1767-1830) ~~

Belfast 010

White’s Tavern, Belfast, Ireland

Opened 1630 by Royal License

Hajime…. Lest I begin to list, either literally, or, metaphorically, let it be said, while there is still time and wherewithal to do so, we have never, ever been so fucking tired, or, for that matter, the other way around. Of course, such presupposes carnal activity, which is, sadly, currently not an issue in this house, so, perhaps we won’t say that after all. After all, if we said it, there’d be no taking it back, right? Okay, so, let’s just forget this entire paragraph, shall we? I think, if we are to make any progress at all today, that would be best.

In case it isn’t clear, I’m weary. And, not just from living with insomnia, either. I’m weary of the world at large, I think. Part of this is my current lack of social interaction, other than here on the internet, which, though pleasant and fulfilling, isn’t the same as face to face time with other people. Last evening, I dined with my daughter to celebrate her birthday a few days ago, a thoroughly enjoyable time. But, I realized it was the first time I’d actually spoken to another person in two weeks, outside my house, who wasn’t on the other side of a counter, or, standing in a line somewhere. Rather a come-uppance to my mindfulness of my own life and times, if you get my drift.

‘S okay, though; no big. It will give me a short-term personal goal for the nonce, just what I’d been looking for, to supplement my other personal plans for this year, all of which will take time to mature, as they involve the collection of resources over time. I know, pretty obscure, but, at the moment, the best I’ve got to talk about. I’ve had so much time with my old friend, and been so locked into flowing to cope with it, I’ve not had any time to think about writing, other than what was absolutely necessary to post each day…. SIGH. I’m such a wimp sometimes…. but, after a few moments, my natural buoyancy reasserts itself, and we go on, in spite of any crap such as this little chat, which has, quite obviously, lost its way in melancholic wandering around in my head.

So be it. We’ve reached at least one of the required levels of idiocy to call this an intro, yet, I feel it needs more. I suppose I could try some…. No, did that last month. I also did THIS last month, so should probably use another method here, too. Aw, fuck it. I’m done. Let’s go on down the page, without any more bullshit, okay? Sometimes, ya just gotta quit banging yer head against the wall….

Shall we Pearl?….

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions,
that they exist in the present,
which is what there is and all there is.”

~~ Alan Watts ~~



Jimi Hendrix

Image from via Google Images

Yesterday, a Gentle Reader mentioned this artist, whereupon I realized I’d never included any of his music here. To rectify such a cultural faux pas, I am including the longest live session I could find on the first page of You Tube, a concert from 1970 in Philadelphia. Since, at the time, he was the best rock guitarist alive, it promises to be pretty good…. When he succumbed to the BRC’s poisons in his life, we lost a man who was, perhaps, destined to be the best ever, for within his short time on Earth, he had already taken the guitar to heights never before seen, or even considered for a musical instrument, of any kind…. Quite simply, he was made of music…. and the PTB of society cannot tolerate such beauty for long…

Think about it…. Why else would drugs STILL be an issue in society, if the PTB didn’t want it that way?…. End of rant; enjoy the music….


Jimi Hendrix






“The truth is that Christian theology, like every other theology, is not only opposed to the scientific spirit; it is also opposed to all other attempts at rational thinking. Not by accident does Genesis 3 make the father of knowledge a serpent- slimy, sneaking and abominable. Since the earliest days the church as an organization has thrown itself violently against every effort to liberate the body and mind of man. It has been, at all times and everywhere, the habitual and incorrigible defender of bad governments, bad laws, bad social theories, bad institutions. It was, for centuries, an apologist for slavery, as it was the apologist for the divine right of kings.” — H. L. Mencken

I’d intended to use Henry’s quote to discuss religion yet again. However, I fell out for a couple hours, awakening in time to finish today’s Pearl, but, not in time to rant on such a subject. As is our attitude today, so be it. Here’s one on the same subject from the archives, to fill in as we may. Enjoy!…

From 12/2/2012:

“There is one God, but which one is He?”

~~ Smart Bee ~~

Now, this is the proper use of reason and inquiry! Such a small question, made gargantuan by the depth of its insight. Which one, indeed, is the real God? There are as many answers to this question as there are what I like to call “preachers”, for want of a better word (I should maybe try to pick a better one, I suppose….); “preachers” are men, or women, who have decided upon one particular system of beliefs on the subject of divinity as being the correct one, to the exclusion of all the others. In spite of the lack of hard evidence on hand for any of the different belief systems, these folks choose one, and stick to it like a barnacle…. which, come to think of it, is probably what it feels like, after a while….

Depending on to whom the question is put, the answer may vary from Odin the All Father of Norse mythology, to the God of Zoroaster, whose specific appellation escapes me just now. In between you will find God, also known as Yahweh/Jehovah to the those of the Tribe, Allah to the Muslims, and just plain old God to most of the Christian sects. There is the voodoo god, Jobu, in the Caribbean; Set, or Mammon, or any of the other ancient earth gods;  Ra of the Egyptians; Krishna, and all his incarnations, i.e., Kali, Yama, Ganesha, Maya, and the others in the Hindu pantheon. The American Indians seemed to favor the Great Spirit. Ancient Druids and Wiccans follow the Goddess, with gods and goddesses from the Greeks and Romans thrown into the mix, just for fun. The list seems as endless as human imagination….. which it is, since all of them spring from that source.

“If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.
If you want to be happy, practice compassion.”

~~ Smart Bee (and, most likely, the Dalai Lama….) ~~

As far as I know, Buddha never claimed to be a god, and was, to my mind, not particularly clear on the subject of divinity, as directly related to humanity. The same seems true of Taoism, though certain of its sages seem to hold some of the old Chinese mythology beliefs on Heaven, and the creatures who inhabit that domain, another concept for which there is only imaginary evidence to support its veracity, and its reality. In this way, I see these philosophies as superior to the religious doctrines that purport to worship a deity, as they rely on reason, personal responsibility, and compassion to direct action, rather than fear of reprisal, or hope for reward, as is the wont of religious dogma and doctrine.

This perception of mine may be because I have always thought that the entire concept of a deity is not capable of being described, or understood, if one is to assume that a god is what it claims to be. How can a mortal understand an immortal? There is no common ground, other than the assumption of existence, for which there can be any reason for one to be connected to the other, as we could not comprehend their existence. We, limited to our human perceptions, have no direct evidence of a deity that can be experienced by those perceptions.

Anyone who tells you they do is lying, even if they believe it to be true, unless they can share that experience with another human, directly, with evidence for the senses we possess, not merely for what we wish to be true. Feelings don’t count, nor visions only seen by them, or voices in the head, and neither do personal revelations, or religious fevers, or speaking in tongues…. See, hear, touch, smell, taste…. that’s what we have, along with the ability to reason, and our imagination. That is our tool kit, and unless one of the tools fits, it isn’t real, to our perceptive ability. Items purported to be evidence that come from imagination are just that…. imaginary, and cannot be considered proof of anything other than the naivete of the speaker, and of any who choose to believe them.

“It is a great advantage for a system of philosophy to be substantially true.”

~~ George Santayana ~~

SIGH…. People are people, though, and they will choose what to believe according to what they feel, most of the time, rather than according to what is the truth, which requires effort to find. It has even been said that humans have a tendency more often than not to make choices that are bad for them, just for that reason, that it is too much effort to think their way through to the truth that would ultimately help them. As long as this is true, then our species is in danger, from itself, and its own delusions…. Sad, in a species of such promise…..

“And on the 8th day, God woke up and said “Whew! It was just a dream!”

~~ Smart Bee ~~



A Dubiously Soft Morning

Idiosyncratic images, clamoring for regard,
fill up the white, white screen on which I view
my life, never seeing, nor invited to sup
ambrosial remnants of anything new.

Still, yet almost in motion, allegory sails away
bobbing gently, quick and easy to find,
signs of one happy child, seriously at play,
blissfully immersed, focused joy in mind.

Formidable cries of outraged simple justice
echo plaintive relevance, in half the time.
Maladaptive infants, destined for hospice
salvage an only child, daring to sing in rhyme.

Creativity equals unquestioning farce,
often reaching for absurdity, brazenly afire.
Instead, a blow is felt no joy will ever soften,
accepting the price, added to the cost of desire.

~~ gigoid ~~



About Hopi Indian Symbols

Naked Pearls



“Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go;
it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow”

~~ Alice M. Swaim ~~


“It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person,
“Always do what you are afraid to do.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~


“A coward is incapable of exhibiting love;
it is the prerogative of the brave.”

~~ Mahatma Gandhi ~~


“No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil;
nor temperate who considers pleasure the highest good.”

~~ Cicero ~~


“Courage can’t see around corners, but goes around them anyway.”

~~ Mignon McLaughlin (The Neurotic’s Notebook) ~~


“Courage begins when we can admit that there is no life
without some pain,some frustration;
that there is no tragic accident from which we are immune;
and that beyond the normal exercise of prudence
we can do nothing about it.”

~~ Victoria Lincoln ~~


“As for courage and will
– we cannot measure how much of each lies within us,
we can only trust there will be sufficient
to carry through trials which may lie ahead.”

~~ Andre Norton ~~


Considering I put in half a night & part of a day to get this done, I’ll take it, no matter how it floats, or, whether it floats at all. In fact, I’ll use this opportunity to get us all out of here, allowing us to get on with the day. I hardly need to mention, I will be back tomorrow, apparently whether I sleep, or not. Oh, well…. See y’all then….

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

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


9 thoughts on “Inflatable Gorgonzola? Aisle three….

  1. SMiLes.. what we sense and feel iS real..
    Words are a concrete/abstract illusion..
    vehicles and vessels as home
    for what is real..
    Knowledge iS
    experience.. aLL
    else iS second hand
    stuFF.. as iT were and Is
    for now.. wE are raised In
    a fArm/Zoo Of words.. no less than
    fish or birds imprisoned/bred iN wires/
    jars as words.. i keep that iN feeLinG
    and Senses when i Dance and
    SinG liFe without written
    words oF symbols
    for what
    iS REAL is RA eL..
    wITh KA for SpiRit..
    as the experience
    of aLL that iS thaT iS..
    i.. and pARt of aLL
    i FeeL and sense
    aS real.. N o W..
    and A best thiNg
    oF aLL.. iS.. while words
    stay the same WitH various
    interpretive meanings..
    and feeLinGs/senses
    and also change NoW
    as attached iN noW..
    Feeling and senses
    eXpand and contraCt
    no less or more now
    than metapHorus
    as liGht noW iN
    BLack hole S0Ns
    and Galaxies
    Of LiFe..
    come from
    rEaches oF EiTHeR
    hUman AND duSt..
    So iN other
    wE create goes
    On for Now.. REAL..
    when wE become
    creators.. wE are
    a Creator.. oF aLL..
    Nature is THE creator
    oF aLL wE see/feel no
    doubt aBout
    for folKs
    who are pARt
    and parcEl oF aLL..
    IF i accomplish anything
    iN liFe.. i hope thaT iS
    to convince
    a few folks
    are not HUman..
    God.. or NatUre alOne..
    allone iS bigger than Roman
    Numerals.. and accompanying empire..
    and State..:)

    • All true, my brother, but, I have to ask, how many people CAN get to knowledge. when they do not even understand their own perceptive ability, or their mental status, other than as a vague discomfort?

      Not many, I’m afraid, and nowhere near enough to make the difference needed if we are to survive as a species…

      Hate to be pessimistic, but, I calls ’em as I sees ’em….

      I think, at this point, all that is left to us is our own personal space, and how we deal with our own existence. None of the mundanes seem to WANT to break the chains they do not even feel…



      • sMiLes.. my friend.. iN mY work/school-career.. the onlY
        TIME for introspection and self kNoWleDgE in 42 years..
        From age 5.. was mowinG grAss and driVing to
        Tallahassee on the Interstate..
        twice a year.. to visit
        my father..
        Yes.. noW..
        therE are some
        folks who try to own
        the earth as oyster oF
        tHeir own.. but tHeRe
        are others oF uS who enGage
        iN Life and Earth aS Pan oF noW..
        As an epic pLay and gRound Of ReAL…
        Culture.. Religion.. and Politics.. are
        priSons but Nature reMains fRee
        and uS who
        fiNd A wE
        practice as never
        ending perfection as practice
        iN liVing great.. and as alWAys
        the hardest priSons are those
        of senses and emotions
        alLL barRed up..
        wHeRe moving 360
        degrees can free iT aLL
        as so much more for N0W..
        when liFe becomes more art than science..
        i WiLL to bE the change i seek and that’s enough..
        and i’m 5
        works for me..
        as Pan of I..
        As alWays REAL..
        happiness iS an iNside..
        ouTside.. aBove.. so beLow..
        aLL aRounD practicE oF
        iN balance..
        trUly simple
        withoUt aLL thE
        eaT.. dancE..
        sleep.. and take
        a crap wHere no
        one steps oN iT w/pisSinG…
        i find iT works withouT fAil
        butT i’M a dreAMer wHo coMes trUe iN liGht..;)

  2. Watts? Baba Ram Dass….”Be Here Now”…I believe that was his spiritual tome….Jimi is what music is made of….he is absolutely the best….any religion is only as good as its adherents….and most they suck! Thanx for the music and have a great day. chuq

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