Ffolkes,

“I can handle reality in small doses, but as a lifestyle it’s  much too confining.”

~~ Lily Tomlin ~~

The bar at The Old Swan, London, England….

Hajime…. Though the process of creating Pearls of Virtual Wisdom has evolved over the years into its present state, and I have learned to trust its relevance and integral coherence, the simple process of finding worthwhile material, either my own, or from another source, with which to open the festivities has always been the most problematic part to complete. I can’t say exactly why that is, but, ’tis true, nonetheless. I only mention it at all because today’s effort is a perfect example of this conundrum; if you hadn’t noticed, I’ve blathered now for an entire paragraph, without making any sort of progress toward getting it completed. In short, I can’t think of much of anything particularly cogent, or even silly to say…. Ah, well, at least we’re started….

All that said, to our usual lack of purpose, I suppose ‘twould be best to forgo any further attempts to gain credence, & simply get on with the rest of this mess… and, mess it may seem. All the correct parts are in place, and there’s even a new poem, as promised, with which I am content, if not sure yet how it turned out…. Sometimes it has to grow on ya, kinda like mold. Anyway, there’s also a rather cute & obscure set of Naked Pearls, all of which point out some relatively lesser known points on Life @ Large…. At any rate, y’all will make your own decision, of course, as to how it all comes off, as always. Me, I’m going to get it posted, & be off for a walk in the rain….

Without any further ado, let’s do this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know.”

~~ William Rose Benet ~~

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Yep…. Even though I’ve had days to decide what to put in this section, we’re still going to end up with a default choice…. so, we may as well just sigh, and resign ourselves to hearing some of history’s finest music…. It’s a tough row to hoe, but, somebody’s got to do it, eh?…. Try to enjoy it anyway….

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Classical Guitar Music

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The Journey Becomes The Destination

We eat life, with every glance, every breath,
purposefully consumed to fill our amorphous need;
Every taste inebriates imagination, subtle as death,
waiting for us all, echoing life’s passionate greed.

Who wants to live forever?
Why do we think it matters?
We all live forever;
we always have.

Entropy becomes serendipity, grace made real;
intricately simple, infinitely complex instants are born,
passing review only until freed, fluid stainless steel
flowers, upon ancient crowns, never shorn.

All that is,
always was;
all that is,
shall always be.

Metaphor, and all its ilk, becomes lost in mystery’s lure,
until illumination consumes the capacity for truth.
Adversely, reaction sits in, replacing true rapture
with sad remnants of one old telephone booth.

Only in darkness
can we see the light.
Only in silence
can we hear the music.

An ancient muse seeks proper language, forever remote;
within the within, without entering without.
Improvising life works as if learned by rote,
the same as in dreams, no doubt.

~~ gigoid ~~

2/10/2018 to 4/9/2018

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Naked Pearls

Esoteric notes on Life @ Large….

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“Of all lies, art is the least untrue.”

~~ Gustave Flaubert ~~

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“The world is but a canvas to the imagination.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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“We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves;
otherwise we harden.”

~~ Goethe ~~

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“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark;
the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”

~~ Plato ~~

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“After the first death, there is no other.”

~~ — Dylan Thomas ~~

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“Which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep,
Still threat’ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.”

~~ John Milton, “Paradise Lost”, Book iv, Line 73 ~~

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“Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it,
you will live along some distant day into your answers.”

~~Rainer Maria Rilke ~~

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I did it, ffolkes. Damn good thing too, cuz, late as it is, this one would have bugged me if I hadn’t pushed ahead until it got posted. Which I will now proceed to do, as soon as I issue the standard caveats, to wit: Be well, be happy as you may be, and, of course, exercise your right to be strange…. See ya, ffolkes; as Arnie has said, to such good effect, I’ll be back….

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

À bientôt, mon cherí….