So very far away….


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can read.”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

Irish butter factory

Irish Butter Factory ~~ 50 miles east of Galway

Hajime…. “Begin” is, today, the most appropriate way for us to start; using the Japanese word indicates the beginning of a battle in Judo, Karate, or any other martial arts match in Japan, or any dojo world-wide. Since I awoke engaged in a battle, it seems apropos. For some reason, yet to be identified, my first emotion upon awakening was rage, full-blown and unstoppable. Leelu probably thought I’d gone starkers, as I raged about the house, completely losing my cool for a good ten minutes before gaining some small degree of control…. This, of course, has left me/us completely out of balance, as well as well behind schedule, a combination which also, as you see, has killed all signs of creativity in my mind….

Getting this Pearl done has thus become another morning conundrum, which is best answered by cleaving tightly to routine. The difficulty in that is the sheer impossibility of finding the routine, which went right out the window, fleeing, no doubt, the heat of temper with which I began the day. I did manage to find my way here, to get started on this, but, now, I’m at a complete loss as to how to get it done with any sort of style or grace, those qualities being off the list for today’s use. It’s definitely what the Brits would call a ‘facer’, I think. I suppose it has to do with having to face whatever it is, but, it doesn’t make it any easier to know that, nor any less of a hassle in my current state.

Since that state isn’t anywhere close to being amenable to manipulation, I guess I’ll trust the process enough to just get on with it. I’ve got some done, from yesterday, so, it won’t take forever; it will merely feel that way. I’d best get going on that, so we have half a chance to be done before lunch time. I’ll even forgo the use of any toys or tricks; instead, I’ll just say, let’s get this slow on the toad….

Shall we pearl?….

“All nature is but art unknown to thee.”

~~ Alexander Pope ~~



One of the more convenient parts of being in this state is that I don’t much care about how anyone feels about what is seen here today. I need the soothing grace of quiet, peaceful music, so, that’s what we’ll have. The only genre I can trust for that is classical music, so, that’s what we have today…. Enjoy, if you will, or, skip it & go on; I’ll be listening, and trying to let it soothe the savage breast….


Classical Music





Plato vs. Aristotle


(1) You can’t win.
(2) You can’t break even.
(3) You can’t even quit the game.

~~ Ginsberg’s Theorem ~~

Every major philosophy that attempts to make life seem meaningful
is based on the negation of one part of Ginsberg’s Theorem. To wit:

(1) Capitalism is based on the assumption that you can win.
(2) Socialism is based on the assumption that you can break even.
(3) Mysticism is based on the assumption that you can quit the game.

~~ Freeman’s Commentary on Ginsberg’s theorem ~~

In short: you live, then you die. Everything else is all in your head.

You know what? That’s probably enough…. Once one comes to terms with the elements of thought which comprise the line above this one, there really isn’t a whole lot to say, especially considering all that might be said, at all, that doesn’t already fit into the purview of the second sentence, i.e., it’s all in your head.

Today, my head is jam packed with angst and bile, so, we’ll pass on ranting any further…. Besides, I may have, inadvertently, but, nonetheless effectively, created a brand new Zen koan, a perfect idea upon which to expend our powers of cogitation. The more I think on what I wrote for the first line, the more it resonates with depth…. So, I’ll merely repeat it. so y’all can let it circle around in there, where it can do some good….

You live, then you die. Everything else is all in your head…..

gigoid has spoken.

So be it…..



Given the start to my day, this one just seems like the one to go with…. I hope you enjoy it, such as it is….

Future Shocked:

Weeping, I wake;
waking, I weep, I weep.
I weep for the ages to be lost,
for the children never to be born.

Time comes calling, strident and spare,
nudging us toward the future with bony hands.
No pausing, no waiting, always away,
Frantic hearts unseen, unheard.

Spirits are dark, afraid.
And the Beast hunts, hungry and cruel,
seeking out the weak, and the foolish.

We all weep now…..

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Living Large


“I went in search of my art, often in danger of my life.
I have not been ashamed to learn those things
which to me have seemed useful —
even from vagabonds, barbers, and executioners.
For we know how a lover will go a long way
to meet the woman that he loves.
How much the more, then, will the lover of wisdom
be tempted to go in search of his divine mistress!”

~~ Paracelsus ~~


“There are as many nights as days,
and the one is just as long as the other in the year’s course.
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness,
and the word ‘happy’ would lose its meaning
if it were not balanced by sadness.”

~~ Carl Jung ~~


“The idea of absolute freedom is fiction.
It’s based on the idea of an independent self.
But, in fact, there’s no such thing.
There’s no self without other people.
There’s no self without sunlight.
There’s no self without dew.
And water.
And bees to pollinate the food we eat…
So the idea of behaving in a way
that doesn’t acknowledge those reciprocal relationships
is not really freedom, it’s indulgence.”

~~ Peter Coyote ~~


“No man is free who is not master of himself.”

~~ Epictetus ~~


“Believe me!
The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness
and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously!”

~~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche ~~


“Everything in excess!
To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites.
Moderation is for monks.”

~~ Lazarus Long, from Robert A. Heinlein’s “Time Enough For Love” ~~


“Don’t take life too serious. It ain’t no ways permanent.”

~~ Pogo, by Walt Kelly ~~


Thanks to a process developed over the course of nearly five years, it’s done. I’m not going to question any of it, nor will I comment upon any claims of quality. It’s done, and it’s on its own from here. Me, I’m going to go find some peace of mind, if I have to kill somebody to do it…. Just kidding, of course; killing somebody would only keep me awake. Instead, I’ll just say, see y’all tomorrow, given half a chance….

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….


5 thoughts on “So very far away….

  1. A bout of momentary rage is a cleansing thing….coffee does not go well with Beethoven….for some reason…LOL

    I am trying to find my way thru this maze of a day myself…..see ya a little later….chuq

  2. “You live, then you die. Everything else is all in your head…..

    gigoid has spoken.

    So be it…..”

    Smiles.. i suggest
    you E-scape..
    into your
    body as that
    MinD and
    iS juSt
    as real
    as what
    exists between
    yoUr eArs.. as even
    the actual heARt has
    a memory for what was
    pain or pleasure of yesterday
    true.. the body keeps score
    it really do.. problem
    is.. the best
    of cognitive
    place meditation
    won’t do a God dAM
    thing for the MiNd that
    moves and constantly
    changes and remembers
    pleasure and pain in every
    God dAM cell as supplied
    by nerves from Brain to
    gut in Vagal Nerve branch
    no different thaN Kundalini
    Snake lost in labels
    of sitting
    that at
    least can
    SinG Vowels
    of Sacred and Holy
    EmoTioNs truE..
    AND SeNSes2..
    so.. music yes..
    an escape
    but the
    dance of Life
    real when music
    E M oTiOns/SENses
    and body moveS sAMe
    as one bliss of LiFE.. and
    once again.. i’ve tasteD the
    rage and IMbalance of PTSD..
    panic attacks.. fear and anger/hate
    real.. the rage to the point
    that i wanted to end
    it all before
    i hurt anyone
    so out of balance
    i was.. but as the
    Air Force Psychiatrist
    said with all his pills
    that he as reserve major
    used for aLL the combat
    fatigue of the desert
    sand box wars
    of the 90’s and
    00’s real back
    then.. i was his
    worse case of that
    he had ever come across
    in real life then.. and he in his
    official notes said that i still have IN
    record now.. that SAYS i WILL never
    recover.. and be a full human as they
    saY in GAF again.. well it’s true.. i haven’t
    recovered enough to weather the reality
    of the insanity of culture and its ways of
    working life and who ever would in
    the first place if they
    ever recovered
    again to never
    be a cog
    in ‘tHeir’
    of death in life
    again.. so what i’M
    saying here friend with
    even no hope tHeRe IS Always
    the possibility for change to a briGhter
    day with no rage.. no anger.. and even
    pain at all
    as the medical
    documentation does
    prove a miracle happened
    i never thought or felt a way out.. either
    back then.. but both me and
    the psychiatrist
    and other doctors
    same were dead
    in life wrong as
    they never saw
    the real
    A BENNiE
    AND SURE on the top side
    as our marriage
    counselor used to say..
    as my wife as getting adjusted
    to the Dr. Jekyll who morphed
    into the Good Cop Mr. Hyde..
    like in a week’s time of
    the most
    change that
    any of my Doctor’s
    had ever witnessed as
    soon as i explained to
    them the new science
    of Epigenetic change
    too.. God dAm..
    i’M aLways
    to finish
    else’s job REAL..
    and FucKinG A.. i had
    to even eXplain the God
    dam rules to the OPM
    and the SSA to
    even get
    my so-called
    Gravy Train
    cheese back then2..
    with a FucKinG dentist
    drill without pain medication
    or any medication that would
    work in my eye and ear typing
    every God dAM word with a
    Jack Hammer of
    Hell on
    Keys of
    Death in Life..
    where the only
    goal was getting
    out of hell where
    no hope spelled only
    death and never life again
    for me.. I WAS WRONG
    LINE REAL..:)

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