How can we leave plague spots of "Ebola" in any part of the world without eventually endangering our own children...I feel the idea of no borders if organized and if the organized group agreed that no nation cannot exploit or bully another without involving and injuring all people, everywhere, If this idea, that the world is inextricably bound together, that the welfare of each is the welfare of all---many human ills and problems of mankind would disappear...
"You cannot keep the Negro in the gutter without staying there with him" Booker T. Washington
It is singular how, when a man begins to delve into a subject of unusual, if limited, interest with no motive of money profit attached to it, finds himself being drawn into a delightful fellowship of curiosity.
Most of the things in life we want most we know very little about, else we might not want them so much...
Is the song of a bird or the flowering of a plant merely a lesser thing than we are capable of, merely an obsolete manifestation of the force which has found its only true expression in ourselves? Or are both quite as genuine and quite as nearly ultimate as our own activities are? Do we have any "excuse for being" more convincing than the excuse everything has which is successfully and joyfully alive?
Like that taste for low company which afflicts some otherwise refined and intelligent people….
A life in which there is not at least some contemplation, a life lived without some awareness of life itself, is not a human life at all….
New ideas are less ends in themselves than they are links in a continuing chain of ideas--new inventions are links in a continuous chain of innovations….
"The Earth reversed her Hemispheres---
I touched the Universe
And back in slid--and I alone--
A speck upon a ball--
Went out upon circumference"--Dickinson
There is another, more insidious misuse of reasoning--often we arrive at a decision by some train of random thinking and then try to make our decision look rational by constructing a plausible explanation...
There is no fallacy in your inference; there is merely ignorance of some important factor in the situation--you do the best you can--what happens is something else--
I have never been graceful with change
Actors and Athletes are neurotic and so unrestrained...
Objectivity needs time and distance to develop--but to come across it when the ashes were cold was a reason for private grief only, and not for a fanning of the embers…
Fate is all about timing…
Recalling the dream was like trying to follow a thought into the pitch blackness of the mind,no color, no light just plain black…
So lets-- just dump-- out of our vision--out of sight and mind--and replaced it with a utopia of one snort or another--one that made our hearts sing "our" plumbing work, and gave enthusiasm to generate enough effort for us to get the job done--It's not whose going to do the work--"but the spirit of the work to be done --needs addressing--in the fact as a total mind set--looking through a microscope and figuring collectively--how to take care of what's confronting "us"--when I emphasize a word it's just for practice--it usually means a wake-up- call--like maybe your stockbroker has some important news to relate--could you call me back--it's a little urgent -and the urgent was emphasized "URGENT"getting back to work--/metaphorically speaking--is there a metaphorical language--work is getting done by a sub-contractor who is to furnish everything to complete what needs to be done "correctly"no phone calls --weekly updates--no additional added--mentally or physically--effort--the person in the upper portion of this is no one less than yourself--the up above"person" is a figment in your imagination--I don't know how far your brain let's your imagination go--but go-- can at some point-- reach "infinities-- End Zone--you're on a magic carpet ride--lost in chaos--grounded means--out-of-control--
Don't run on like that-- it's leading where-- if it's leading some---it's going-- where-- you don't want-- to be--the latest buzz from the mountain to--I've had this song running around in my brain for a long time now it's sort of in the christian category --it's about a mother--this has been little out of the ordinary period in my life--I feel, I see--I know but things that use to be so easy with out thought have become-- important-- losing strength makes one slower---slowing down -- being non-industrious has made changes-- in the way I do things in the way I perceive what I have left to do--slower--I feel through more pain to get to where I feel I can move and go--not delegating responsibility--I hold fast for a full day--and things do change even when you least expect it..there's no way anyone can use every minute--fully--interruptions--even the mind wondering--it's easy for me to look out my window--see one more exposure in my mind of how lucky I am--it's almost a shock--to see someone coming up my driveway--my first thought-- who the hell is that--then another-- they got to be lost--dogs raising hell--6 of them--it's an event when some one drives up to them-- they think-- thank God--there are-- other folks out there-- to give love and understanding--the postman used to come up my driveway and deliver mail when the mailbox got full--I don't check the mail on a consistent basis--sometimes I forget about it--and then he comes up --well he did and "little bit" took a bite--of postman--he lived but I was worried --I watch "little bit"--I feed him more now-- also-- and let him know just a little bit more that he's well thought of--and he's calmed down--the postman problem--I solved it-- I went and bought one of the big mailboxes--it-- lets me stay-- away from outside influences--just a "little bit" longer--
There are times when not thinking requires all of one's concentration...
As one gets older and older--" raw fear "--escapes, the old lies--
So sometimes you can decide to do what's wrong if it would be more wrong not to do it...
Silence is not an embarrassment between friends..
Art does not reproduce the visible..Rather, it makes visible--Paul Klee
Death is under contract the minute we are conceived…
We've taken a wrong turning somewhere, so long ago, that we no longer know "what's the right way"…
Darkness does not develop into light; light destroys darkness…
I was washed in the joy of flesh, blood, and bone a mother's children thing...
Pandora--like all women,was possessed of a lively curiosity...
Men keep the goods for themselves…
The inner warmth of private experiences
Love is a mystery, not a bargain, it springs up, not to answer a need, but to make one…
Categories mislead…
Typical human lungs pack in a surface bigger than a tennis court…
The haphazard process of evolution
God is openness, the faith that if there is a way into suffering there is a way out, even though the exit may lie beyond life…
I have seen that everything man instinctively craves exists…
The world has somehow arranged it so our wishes are never idle wishes, and answers to them always exist… our deepest desires are never mocked…
"Each time that I look at a fine landscape:
Each time that I meet a loved friend,
I raise my voice and recite a stanza of poetry
And am glad as though a God had crossed my path." Po Chu-i (written over a thousand years ago)
Let them have their California--I choose my own little space here in Georgia--their own flamboyant California: my own little cracker barrel here in Georgia; no beauty but loved…
The great poets have agreed that anything that distorts the mental vision, anything thought of too much, is a danger to us… Reality, however obtained, is the only cure for obsession" (From Masefield book on Shakespeare)
Looking over a pile of unnecessary papers on my desk, I reflect upon what anxiety and pain there is among human beings over troubles that may never happen…
Untold motives and ideas are revealed to me in the out-of-doors, not to be copied, because man cannot copy nature, but from which to develop a folk song or a poem… The art of landscaping, like all other arts, is that of a fleeting thought that must be caught on the wing…Jens Jensen
I sink beneath your games like a stone and your wisdom--lays on it's belly like some kind of reptile--I know that people cannot escape themselves without first destroying their lives--Myths are the folk wisdom of the world--they can bring fundamental human experiences to the openness of truth…the feelings of well being to one and all--and to love that gains...
Men differ certain aspects--remain common and we think--survival--we develop--we struggle to become adults--roles and demands--are met--we are--death does hover--above and beyond all humanness-- God's adventure for us--
It has always been true that, in seeking guidance, the many have depended on the few...
Question and answers will change--truth remains eternal
Today was supposed to be my garden day--Rain or thundershowers are on their way--raining or I should say sprinkling--has caused me to sit o my butt and watch the sky from around my computer screen--some high school people got in touch with me yesterday informing of a death of one of our class mates-- a popular guy--nice --and a friend back then--not the best but we hung out in the same group--sad--remembrances--like digging through my past looking for the gold nuggets--or the diamonds-in the rough--it's like death is creeping it's self from behind the big rocks--and starting to point this way and that way--can't believe all the experience that goes away when a person dies--what's it all for anyway--who benefits--or should I say it in another way--what's stopping us from keeping on living--ourselves-- are we two dumb to find out how we can..keep going--any way when i plan on doing some thing and it's cancelled or put off--I get down and out--sort of moldy--and gray--like I need some ammonia--to get the air clear all around me--I got up and opened the window so I could here the rain--trickling down the side of the house…Sammy a boxer is sitting on the couch--Owen a Dachshund is under the covers in the bed--I left a window open and he's disgruntled wanting warmth--and some one to cuddle with...
My daughter was under house arrest and had this thing she had to wear on her ankle--it registered where ever she was or went--she had to call her officer to tell them she was going here or there--and if she didn't tell them the right places the anklet let them know--she didn't always do what she was supposed to do and they came and picked her up-and carried her back to jail--left me with two kids and a world of hurt--old man that I am had to buckle up, she can get out April 6th--and she wants me to pick her up at 12:30 the night of the 6th--she hasn't been able to smoke and she usually smokes at least two packs a day…I don't smoke but I guess she's probably climbing the walls--she not one for holding back
Secrets--everyone needs someone to tell their secrets to…those dirty little hidden secrets--those lies--those little things hidden in shame--and again; somethings you just want to just keep private
Every considerable political innovation must thus effect a portion of the population for men always live to whom a change in what they have been trained to respect is tantamount to sacrilege, thus tempers of mind is conservatism…It resists change instinctively and not intelligent ally, and it is this conservatism which largely causes those violent explosions of pint-up energy which we term revolutions…Still , changes, peaceful or bloody, must come, and it behooves each generation to take care that such as it shall have to deal with shall be accepted without shock… Intellectual rigidity is the chief danger, for resistance to the inevitable is proportionate to intellectual rigidity ..With conservatism populations slaughter is Nature's remedy…Robert A. Johnson
Dreams are the messengers of the unconscious mind… through them the unconscious communicates it's contents and its concerns to the conscious mind… In the evolution of consciousness, our greatest problem is always our richest opportunity…they show us the conflict and illusions, but also the potentialities , inherent in the conscious and the unconscious struggle in our psychological development…Robert A. Johnson
Insincerity is the knell of art…
Western people are children of inner poverty, though outwardly we have everything..Probably no other people in the history have been so lonely, so alienated, so confused over values, so neurotic…We have dominated our environment with sledge hammer force and electronic precision.. We amass riches on an unprecedented scale…But few of us, very few indeed, are at peace with ourselves, secure in our relationships, content in our loves, or at home in the world… Most of us cry out for meaning in life, for values we can live by, for love and relationship…the Child of Sadness--Robert A. Johnson
It is only when a tradition is bankrupt that it's efficacy is unduly insisted upon…
The zeal of learning is never out of date…
Objectivity needs time and distance to develop --but to come across it when the ashes were cold was a reason for private grief only, and not for a fanning of the embers…
Fate is all about timing...
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