Tiny bits of fluff, in situ….

Ffolkes,

“Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.”

~~ Paul Boese ~~

Day the next 013

The cusp of the day….

Hajime…. When I arose this morning, this portion of my computer was blank, with only the basic formatting structure in place. I thought, given my lack of energy in the past few days, I would have to re-blog an older Pearl, simply because there wasn’t time for me to even fake it. However, Murphy stepped in, to remind me today is the day we set the clocks back an hour, which meant I had an extra hour to work on this. So be it…..

I still haven’t much energy, so you’ll have to put up with whatever happens; much of it will be old material. I’ve put in some lively music, to keep us all awake; beyond that, the following will be random as random can be. Go figure, eh? Moreover, I’m maintaining the ruthlessness we’ve been employing of late, to get this done while I still have the means to do so. I’m hoping to be back to relative normality soon, but, hey, what’s normal? In the meantime, we’ll get on with today’s mess, while we can do so with some dignity. Oh, really? Well, never mind. We’ll just go on, anyway….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Whatever your advice, make it brief.”

~~ Horace ~~

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hot tuna

I felt like some hot rock, so, I went back a few years, to find some worth listening to; I believe I found some…. You tell me….

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Hot Tuna

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Comedy_Tragedy

Increments

Meaning fades to distant reality
while gazing at such triviality.
An insane world, where utter finality
is reward for disability.

Metaphorically, as a matter of course.

Moment to moment, passion blooms,
swells, and fades, swept by new brooms.
Bitter dreams catch fire in empty rooms,
waiting for broken time, which never resumes.

Superficially, with great force.

Dire wolves stand snarling at the door
called to existence from a distant moor;
discordant strains sound a mad, sad roar,
a dirge for those who went before.

Morbidly, without vital recourse.

Honest effort fades from human ken
until entropy finds home in every when.
Illusory fear inundates imagination, then
buries hope, in its own ashes, hidden.

Cruelly, absolutely no remorse.

Silence falls until it shatters the night.
The universe has refused the fight.
Illusion is now reality, such a fey sight.
Who has courage to live in the light?

Really? It could be worse.

~~ gigoid ~~

2/15/2016

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Smart Bee is being stuffy this morning, refusing to issue even the least ironic pearl for me to use. Since I’m already deep into scavenging mode for material, here’s a short discussion to take the place of today’s old-school pearl. I could use another old-school version, but, what the heck? I’m going for it, anyway…. I hope you enjoy this little foray into not much….

From 2/9/2013:

“Been there. Done that. Reincarnated.” — Smart Bee

Reincarnation is a fascinating concept, especially given its controversial nature as being in opposition to what is believed by many of the world’s most influential religious systems. Some do, and some don’t believe in it, and I have yet to determine, through either research or luck, just why some do an some don’t…. I mean, I know why, in the sense that it doesn’t fit in with the dogma of those religions that subscribe to an afterlife consisting of harps and clouds, while it does match those that have a clearly different view of what happens after death. No, I mean I don’t understand why….. oh. Wait….

You know, I just realized, as I wrote that last line there, that this is a complete waste of energy and time, and further, is in direct violation of one of my own personal rules of life, and avoiding hassles in same…. That rule says, “Asking why is a waste of time, especially as regards human behavior…. so don’t bother.” It’s an old lesson, and one that I should have realized I was close to breaking before I did, as I’ve had a lot of experience with it in my time. Hell, I’ve had enough time that almost everything is something I’ve had experience with; maybe I can use that as an excuse for missing this time, yes? Well, okay…. Still, I can claim a lot on my mind, and nobody can tell me different, so there….

Any who, getting into the “why” of how folks choose their beliefs about a subject as speculative and controversial as reincarnation is bound to be a subject that would entail a great deal of delving into human behaviors that would only serve to frustrate me no end. If there is any area of existence that people are more foolish, or deliberately ignorant about, than such a subject as the afterlife, well, I don’t know what it is. Add to that the very dominant tendency on the part of most people to choose one religious dogma over another based on how much it makes them think (seeking the lesser of two evils, in their minds….), and you get subject matter that can only lead one to drink, to try to get the bitterness and shame out of one’s head….

Me? Hell, I have no idea what will happen when this life ends, not in any specific sense…. I believe that my consciousness, as a form of energy, will not be destroyed, and that part of the universe that manifests as the essence of Ned will merely change form…. to what form I couldn’t say. I can say that, though I am in no particular hurry to find out, it sounds like a great adventure, and I’m looking forward to knowing the answers to all the great questions that we humans ask ourselves during our stint on Earth, in the form we currently inhabit, even if those answers aren’t anything like any of the speculative concepts I’ve heard of or seen, or though of myself…. As Bob Heinlein said, “…. Soon enough, you will know, so why fret about it?”

“He who awaits much can expect little.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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Well, it’s done. I guess the best that can be said for it is, it’s not a re-blog. Entirely, anyway. As with everything else in reality, it is what it is. To encourage common sense, which is sorely needed in today’s world, let’s let it lie, and just get on with the day, eh? I think that’s a swell idea, and I’m driving, so…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes. I may even have something rational to share, but, don’t get your hopes up…..

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.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

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One thought on “Tiny bits of fluff, in situ….

  1. “Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.”

    ~~ Paul Boese ~~

    Hate is a Son
    of anger
    unresolved..
    Forgiveness
    as soon as possible
    is anger
    resolved
    away from
    hate.. anything
    away from hate increases
    liGht..
    bottom
    liNe
    of
    Positivity as Love..
    st
    ARTS..:)

    “Whatever your advice, make it brief.”

    ~~ Horace ~~

    Dance

    Death is the
    gift
    of
    Life..:)

    “Been there. Done that.
    Reincarnated.”

    — Smart Bee

    After all is sAid
    and
    doNE
    we all
    are the
    origin of LiFe..
    that’s E-nuff sAid
    and done for me Now
    the
    gift
    or
    present
    i’LL onLy do foR Now..:)

    “He who awaits much can expect little.”

    — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

    i liter
    Ally
    onLY
    cherish
    now.. and i find
    now is overfloWinG
    with noThinG but noW..
    bottom
    line..
    Cherish
    noW liVE..
    And as a side note here..
    some people wonder why i rarely
    small talk and walk And speak NOW iN art oF poetic SonG
    And DanCe sAMe changing every FucKinG word and step i do..
    aGain…
    A secret iN
    PLAIN SITE..
    NOW make iT aLL
    HOLY AND SACRED
    NOW.. EVER DROP OF
    SWEAT.. EVER DROP OF BLOOD..
    EVER TEAR THAT EVER COMES..
    EVER FUCKING ACHE AND PAIN..
    EVER FUCKING BREATH UNTIL THE
    LAST
    EYE
    LID
    CLOSES
    AND ALL YOU
    EVER LIVED IS HEAVEN NOW..
    it’s reAlly
    that simple
    And complex
    effortless as ever
    iN heaven
    now..
    A practice
    of perfection
    as practice that
    never ever FucKinG ends…
    Every second i Am reincarnated NoW..
    mY friEnd as i refuse to walk on concrete sidewalks
    man
    made
    in hell before..
    it’s kind of an allone
    place alone.. at tiMeS Now..
    but the rewards are limitless allone
    aLWays
    noW.. oNE
    iN this never
    land never ending
    story iSReaL NoW..
    WiTh a Hook and Bait as sAMe..:)

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