HUH!?


Having a short memory does not mean that things are easily forgotten ! Having a short memory means not slamming doors that can be left open.Having a short memory means giving second and even third chances. Having a short memory means locking the doors tight when the door needs shutting. Having a short memory means rarely having to say you’re sorry !

Keep It Real


Questions abound, yeah they swirl about like trash blown before a whirlwind. Who are we? and why? and How in the world? They make passes and orbits around and through our minds. How indeed did we come to be?. Where we are heading as a human species can be answered only in our minds, and confusion reigns among the people.

So what will we say to pacify our innate curiosity; our fear of the unknown. Science I trust to explain how our bodies live, and how our race can perpetuate. Yes, genetic codes have been read, impossible biologic deeds have been made possible and even, at times the near dead are kept alive. Science explains well, if not completely, the physical self. Can it satisfactorily explain our beginning?

The physical bodies of all flora and fauna of the world have been proven, to all who can see, to be adaptable in changing climates and conditions. Gradual change over time is a necessary and desirable trait that leads to survival of all living things. Is this a definitive clue to our beginning?

Frustrating to me are questions pertaining to emotion, feelings of love and hate, forgiveness and revenge. So instruments can be and are made to read brainwaves and reveal the sections of the brain activated while the person feels such things. Can they reveal why these reactions are evolutionarily necessary for species survival? They cannot, but these phenomena are as real as the physical being. Science is not good at explaining emotion.

So we contemplate reason, the tool that enables us to determine a possible outcome sans all the pertinent facts. We love, admire, create, and hate with no particular goal in sight.  We are given free will, if you will, to determine within ourselves what may be wrong or right, regardless of outside stimuli.Science struggles to explain reason except through scientific reasoning which is determined by facts, or evidence when it is available.

We arrive at the feet of faith.  Faith in our fellow man, faith in our growing knowledge of the world, faith in our limited knowledge of the past, and faith ,for some,in a greater being than ourselves to watch over and guide us, or welcome us home after a life spent in the physical world. Faith allows an individual to concentrate upon his daily endeavours without worrying for a while of pain or death . Faith allows a sort of normalcy in the mind when the atrocities of life rage around the physical being. Science cannot explain faith, even though many place all their faith in science.

For me at least, I wonder why so much controversy stirs the populations of the world to debates and arguments and wars over what religion and/or  who’s science is real and necessary,  when reason dictates that learning and caring and living are all we need to survive.  Keep the faith, baby!

Take Aim


Does there exist in math or nature a truly straight line ? Is there any real, point to point, shortest distance path in the universe ? Outside of theory, I cannot conceive one.

Roads give way to the terrain encountered. Planes fly in arcs, though the objective route is directly penned, and even a laser must give way to gravity and friction and electromagnetic waves.

So why do people speak of ” the straight and narrow ” as the desired path through life. To hold up a standard as a guide to follow is a noble, if unattainable, gesture. I am sure that even the “judges” who rule on the violations of these standards step out of bounds occasionally.

A”point to point” assessment seems to me a reasonable target, though I realize that deviating thirty minutes on a two minute trip is mostly unacceptable.

The gist of this rambling composition can conclude with one straightforward conclusion. What is the point of a straight line approach to life if the line misses the target?       target?

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Happy holidays !


I really do not know if this is the proper season for this discussion but it is on my mind ; so before I forget about it, I open with [ “our baser sensibilities ” ] !

Humans will try to breath anything .  If you do not believe this, just try not to !

We will try to drink anything ! If one does not think so, one should look around in the bars, in the fields, in the homes, in our cars. I do not say this bodes well for the human race.

People have tried to eat every substance on Earth ! and probably a few things from beyond !  How else would we know what poisons our system?

EVERY body thinks about sex. Even when the chaste deny, when the bohemian acts, when the ignorant wonder, when the school children experiment, with or without shame; in the oceans, skies, caves,cars,houses hotels and barns, people think, wonder, dream, philosophise and talk about it. There is no escaping the world without having had some sort of thought, misgiving, aspiration or repulsion, reaction or proaction to sex! So that having been said, I am back off to bed and try to recover my dreams.  Good night !

Motivation


I am floating in water so calm the lack of current leaves me sitting still and drives me nowhere. Even treading to hold my head above results in almost nothing doing  and the settling leads to stagnation of the surroundings. A small move forward and a little move back leaves no mark to trace in this calmest of seas. No destination, no point to steer, indicates the laziness or fear of moving forward. Stagnation occurs when oxygen and life is not pumped into the environment, so if I do not dare do something, there will soon be none to welcome me ; all others will have passed. I gotta try to move before its too late, else living in the past will be my fate.

Good morning !


“Hello”, I cried out to the morning sun !  ” Are there any who wish to play today ? ”  echoed back to me from stone walls of umber. ” Awhile we have before the rain ! ,” rebounded along with the rumble of thunder. The soft warm breeze picked up the refrain, “Drop your cocks and grab your socks, Come on out, brush your hair and dry your eyes, be prepared to laugh and shout! ” , and merriment swept through the air !