120622
18:54
Something
this way comes towards me Not ominous but wondrous A rhythm
sensuous sinuous sibilant rattling of a snake arisen to dance with me
And I have no fear for I know the bite will not slay me so much and
irrevocably change me for the better unknown and unimaginable
As
the natives say from whom we stole their religion and land to be
bitten is to know an ecstasy beyond imagining before I die and for
the resource I will seek my end when diagnosed with cancer or
whatever rather perhaps than the eating of train. Rattle Snakes are
more readily available than the the trains around here especially the
young most venomous in spring more noble than the third world medical
care here so pricey humiliating
I
a sailor home from the sea my oar planted become a tree then the
Phoenix arising to immolate again and again yet higher each time
flown what they here before me long ago called Thunder Bird An odd
totem for a mendicant migrant with hydra ideas springing from my
scalp
I
long thought women more interesting then men stemming from the
original mercurial more explosive than nice woman who give me life
yet now I see that it was she not in fear but simple adoration for to
me she was of course gorgeous but then all sons more-or-less remember
mom so—and sexy too But then sexy looking is not sexy doing the
telling is in the pudding and now I recognize myself lately
adolescent turned in my old age more wise than I was foolish for so
long until now when women seem burnt to a cinder from long being a
receptacle or convenience for little boys who never grow up
Odd
this daily death resurrection a beginning again anew reborn a virgin
birth no woman required though I adore one unreasonably who a
trebuchet hurled me from my perch upon the tree of snug harbor more
nearly towards The Tree of Life enfolding us as the cosmos above and
within traveled
One
afternoon leaving behind my day at hospice I stood transfixed at what
I presume wishful thinking or magical exposition two birds in
aerialist mating display up down sideways then flight in opposite
directions breaking away possibly a disagreement but exquisite
nevertheless
This
date 20:43
I
seldom speak ill of the dead though there is often cause since their
deeds affected me and my life as lived now. However for the most part
I have forgiven them seeing their abuse as teaching me well the need
to assert my right to be treated as human.
That
said I now shift my attention to recent posts regarding the contents
of heads of state or nearly so; Senators and Representatives. Those
who have invoked not only THE THOUGHT POLICE but pandered to
commercial interest of the few who in fear of monetary loss have
censored our free access to the Internet therefore representing
exclusively their reelection desire as funded by those who bought our
future and the future of all who would learn and desire to be free
from oppression from the tyrants who did this to us. They are not
only shit heads but criminal at that.
A
pig dressed in an Armani suit remains a pig, greedy eating anything,
while selling their children into prostitution and all other forms of
slavery to aggrandize themselves. We are governed by corporations not
politicians as they were once known. Politics is the art of the
possible for the majority of people not the few who steal our lives.
"When
society requires to be rebuilt, there is no use in attempting to
rebuild it on the old plan."
--John
Stuart Mill
"Not
ignorance, but ignorance of ignorance is the death of knowledge."
"Now
the intercourse between individuals and between social groups takes
one of two forms, force or persuasion. Commerce is the great example
of intercourse by way of persuasion. War, slavery, and governmental
compulsion exemplify the reign of force."
--Alfred
North Whitehead
.
. . if you have read this far and not been placing a contract upon my
life
In
the spirit and fact and full disclosure—transparency. I am late
with my morning custom of annotation the current crop of quotes
discovered and recorded by me daily. Therein I find inspiration ,
solace, knowledge but most importantly: wisdom. I do confess it is a
form of divination explicit to me, my thoughts which I in turn
record, of late, in publication. The practice and process is entirely
random but astonishingly rewarding. I did find the fifth commandment:
Honor your Father and Mother and though oh shit! Curious I began to
follow hyperlinks and discovered:
Dr
Samuel Johnson, in his A Dictionary of the English Language (1755),
defined honour as having several senses, the first of which was
"nobility of soul, magnanimity, and a scorn of meanness."
This sort of honour derives from the perceived virtuous conduct and
personal integrity of the person endowed with it. On the other hand,
Johnson also defined honour in relationship to "reputation"
and "fame"; to "privileges of rank or birth", and
as "respect" of the kind which "places an individual
socially and determines his right to precedence." This sort of
honour is not so much a function of moral or ethical excellence, as
it is a consequence of power. Finally, with respect to women, honour
has traditionally been associated with (or identical to) "chastity"
or "virginity", or in case of a married woman, "fidelity".
In
closing I'll remind you: “There is no honor amongst thieves.” &
as for myself I am not so heavenly minded that I am no earthly good
especially to those oppressed, abused or merely enslaved by ignorance
