Ffolkes,

“I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed.”

~~ Thomas Moore — Oft in the Stilly Night ~~

Blue Glory….

Hajime…. Today, our Pearl of Virtual Wisdom comes to you complete, with poem, video, and old-school pearl, as well as an introductory section worthy of the sobriquet. The video is a live concert, by a modern rock band with an excellent group of old-school rockers, living large. As for the rest, we’ll see how it goes….

It may be noted, in a positive sense, there is no rant. This is a direct result of a serious lack of angst, for which I am grateful, if puzzled. It’s not as if the world, or reality, or society, or any of the other global/universal phenomena we observe have, all of a sudden, cleaned up their act. No, the human race continues to infest the face of the Earth, spreading discord and monkey rage without regard for anything beyond its own ego-driven desires. What seems to be lacking is my own reaction; it seems my “give-a-shit” has given all the shit it intends to give, and, I say, about damn time.

While good for my inner serenity, it doesn’t bode well for future of the ranting section. Oh, well. So be it. It will do for today’s Pearl, anyway; at this point, that’s all I care about, so, there. Yes, I’m retreating into childishness; it seems the best, or, at least, quickest way to get out of here, where we seem to be wandering, and get on with the rest of this mess. Y’know what? Instead, let’s just get ruthless, which looks, surprisingly, just like this….

Shall we pearl?….

“If something is unsustainable, it tends to stop.
Or, as the old adage advises,
‘If your horse dies, we suggest you dismount.'”

~~ Herbert Stein, Economist and humorist ~~

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Naked Pearls

Beginning to end….

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“You take your life in your own hands,
and what happens?
A terrible thing: no one to blame.”

~~ Erica Jong ~~

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“Always do what you are afraid to do.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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“Driven by the force of love
the fragments of the world seek each other
that the world may come into being.”

~~ Teilhard de Chardin ~~

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“You will know unexpected happiness.
You will know the sorrow of seeing what is dearest to you
cut down before your eyes.
Accept that.
That is the nature of human existence,
and you have no time to buffer this fact
with fairy tales and illogical explanations.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

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“There is no cure for birth and death other than to enjoy the interval.”

~~ George Santayana ~~

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Phish

Image from treehugger.com via Google Images

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Veiled warning….

Affable, as ever was, he waited for
an affordable taste of post-logical approbation;
it seemed apropos at the time. You see,
formidable concepts, with unbreakable annotation
are not soluble.

A vortex coalesces on the parlor table,
as myrmidons murmur, “What the…?”,
in predictable stentorian tones.
Build it, and they will sum.

“Why not examine the fables and myths?”
Because they hide, that’s why.
Only pertinent illusions are allowed to manifest;
guns drawn, though generally with a reluctant sigh.

Effigies twist and turn in the brutal wind
blown clear from an unpromised land.
Portents give warning, unbidden,
lost in the tumble of organized Time.

~~ gigoid ~~

9/20/2016

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“I got lost in the time vortex. The TARDIS brought me home.”

~~ Doctor (Pertwee), PLANET OF THE SPIDERS ~~

As it always does…. With its built-in precision, it also dropped us right at the end of today’s mess. Funny how that works, eh? I have now used up all the tricks I know, so, we’ll take our leave, and try again tomorrow, ‘kay? ‘Kay! See ya, ffolkes; that’s a given….

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.

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“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

À bientôt, mon cherí….