Leaving By Nook, Crook or Haphazard Exit
So where does this all leave us today? That’s kind of like asking at the desert counter “What’s the flavor of the day today?” We haven’t left anything. Neither have we right anything.
The Repeal Of District Seven
It’s true. I’m not talking about the district itself, only the protocols involved.
Fetching A Pail of Water
Don’t say I didn’t tell you so. Besides all that, the fuss just makes the spectacle that much more spectacular but that is the point isn’t it? Like a magician’s long sleeve used to cover up the dirty deed there are some things in life that are just not worth going to bat over. Childish games equate to an immaturity that doesn’t ripen with old age but merely sends wafts of stink up into the high heavens. I’d hold my nose but that would mean that I must let go of holding the belly. You know laughter is the best medicine don’t you?
Monkeys On A Swing
Probably one of the best examples of this kind of truly deep cover operative – totally divorced from any official CIA records of their utilization – were Miles Copeland’s recruited contract agents – L. Ron Hubbard of Scientology and Frank Buchman of the MRA. ref: $mikemcclaughry.wordpress.com
In the Pit of the Stomach
Oh the ache, the pain of being ‘human’ so as to be to feel the agonized wrenching of those whose turmoil cannot be isolated - nor should it be. Compassion isn’t about thinking that you are doing good, it’s about demonstrating the capacity to understand and thereby become a reactionary force against that which has left the beaten path far, far behind. You are not a machine.
Bow To The God of Good Times
After all the recent postings I thought that I would present something just a little different. Here it is, the alter that we eat at. Considering that daylight savings time means there is a tad bit more of darkness we get to celebrate and ‘light ‘em up’. How wonderful!
The Games People Play
Children love to play games. Beyond the veil of ignorance there are no children because there is no growing up to do. All of that has been left far, far behind.
Breaking The Vow of Silence II
Silence, in a word, is not saying diddly-squat. I’ve kept to that vow not because of promises made nor of consideration or contemplation but of respect. I do the bow routine quite regularly and it’s something that is a part of me. Just because I willingly take on this characteristic doesn’t mean that I am not fully nor able to take on any other characteristic I so choose. Do you want see?