Tattered remnants of decency….

Ffolkes,

“Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?”

~~ Abraham Lincoln ~~

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Coit Tower, San Francisco

Hajime…. Today’s Pearl is epic. Not because of its size, or the scope of its contents, but, rather, because of the effort I had to expend to get it finished. Without going into superfluous, as well as gratuitously graphic detail, I will say, it was immensely problematic, & that’s about as gently obscure as I can make it. To complement such restraint, I’ll go further to note, the effort remains, well, effortful, simply to get an intro done, a closing, and, finally, posting, all completed in a fashion with which I can be content, if not thrilled. I figure, y’all may have to follow a similar pattern, to get out of this intact.

That said, to our common dearth of purpose, I will now proceed to the closing section, sans further blather, so I can move on to the next day’s issues. The issues extant today are simply more than I want, or am able to deal with, &, to be frank, I’m planning on a rebellion, if only to take myself to bed for a time, to hide. So be it. Doing so may look like cowardice, but, believe me, it’s merely a reaction to the massive control I must apply to NOT fly into an uncontrollable rage against the world at large… In short, don’t ask.

Instead, just take it with the usual multiple grams of salt, pass to the end, & get on with your own life, just as if it mattered. It does, but, finding the ‘why’ is a tough row to hoe. And, that, ffolkes, is about as philosophical as I can get today. To save y’all from any more such displays, I’ll use some of my legerdemain, & take us out of here before it all goes sour. Here, eat this spoonful of sugar, close your eyes, & hang on….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Some men become proud and insolent because they ride a fine horse,
wear a feather in their hat or are dressed in a fine suit of clothes.
Who does not see the folly of this?
If there be any glory in such things,
the glory belongs to the horse, the bird and the tailor.”

~~ St. Frances de Sales ~~

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Due to circumstances beyond my control, if not understanding, today’s musical selection falls into the default category…. The selection was made solely by whim…. I do hope you enjoy it, a state in which I currently find myself unable to join you, but, will listen to, for the potential relief it may provide….

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Classical Music
Antonio Vivaldi

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Penance, Made Simple

After all the dross is sent away
a celebration can begin,
time will face up to space, to stay
willing, to shine from within.

Anger and confusion come in to share
brushing reason aside,
eager to welcome all that is fair,
alert to danger, eyes wide.

Re-gift the wicked with their own pain
stand with the just;
fail to partake of the ill-gotten gain,
living in honor, the only must.

Standing fast in the face of wrong
is its own prize and reward.
Holding on to truth makes us strong,
well worth working toward.

Little is left to chance by fate
our lessons are never free of cost.
Seldom does reality make us wait
only when alone, are we lost.

~~ gigoid ~~

10/23/2012

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Naked Pearls

Notes on Life at Large….

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“A life without cause is a life without effect”

~~ Barbarella ~~

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“Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now,
lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words
that sometimes do you good.
His life may also have much sadness and difficulty,
that remains far beyond yours.
Were it otherwise,
he would never have been able to find these words.”

~~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~~

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“Between those who use their neighbors, and those who use a cane.
Between those in constant power, and those in constant pain.
Between those who run to evil, and those who cannot run.
Tell me which ones are the cripples, and which ones touch the sun.”

~~ Ceili’s Muse “What you do with what you’ve got” ~~

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Socrates thought that if all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap,
whence every one must take an equal portion,
most persons would be contented to take their own and depart.”

~~ Plutarch — Consolation to Apollonius ~~

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“Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.”

~~ Michael de Montaigne ~~

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“Glimpses do ye seem to see of that mortally intolerable truth;
that all deep, earnest thinking
is but the intrepid effort of the soul
to keep the open independence of her sea;
while the wildest winds of heaven and earth
conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore?”

~~ Herman Melville, Moby Dick ~~

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“The universe is moved by a power
which cycles endlessly from day to day.
Such greatness endures for all time.
As in heaven, so on earth.”

~~ I Ching ~~

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Go figure…. I got so excited over getting to this point, I almost posted it without a closing section. Since I’m in a state where trying to make it good will, most likely, blow up in my face, this is all you get for that. I’ll merely say this: I will be back, in a better state…. Hell, it can’t get any worse just now; even knowing this, too, shall pass, isn’t helping it to taste any better. I know, I’ll spit it out…. How’s this for efficiency?….

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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3 thoughts on “Tattered remnants of decency….

  1. Pingback: Tattered remnants of decency…. — gigoid | galesmind

  2. Abe misses this. Whilst I have few enemies, for I have not the emotional capital to cover debt of this magnitude, I would not, could not, make them friends. It would require all manner of things I do not supply to the stupid, such as, but not limited to: forgiveness, patience, compassion, latitude, opportunity (especially to hurt me), trust, honesty, and all the other gifts which comprise friendship.

    See, I suck as an actress. I do not possess the ability to lie on a wholesale level, which is script for recruit enemies to friends. The few who ever got to be enemies never stayed long. My revenge is simple and permanent… I am happy without them.

    *pets salt lick soothingly enough to appear seductive*

    I want to kiss Fran. Life comes from the sun. Why do humans muck it up by covering their largest organ (and sunlight receptor) with tawdry clothing? *mumbles something about birthing naked children*

    Total re-gifter. Even wrote a post about it. 😛

    Barb has it even if she does not yet know the cause.

    The truest words of comfort are always empathy. Shame we live in a world which prizes sympathy and exalts pity. A touch crosswise from Plutarch, only those with tiny, first-world problems would consent to tossing them on the pile; for only they believe their suffering superlative.

    *STANDING OVATION* to the Muse

    No one here is going to slut-shame you for spitting instead of swallowing.

    We might snicker under our breath… but never slut-shame you.
    xxx

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