Fildles, fifes, and all other instruments, produce distictive overtones that allow us to identify them as distictive personalities.
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Fildles, fifes, and all other instruments, produce distictive overtones that allow us to identify them as distictive personalities.
Telling an untruth is not the same as lying. People accused of lying are often telling what they think is true.
It’s not a lie unless they know what they’re saying isn’t true.
There are no membership rolls, but the members know each other as soon as they meet.
There are fishermen who focus on catching fish. Such men care more about catchin’ than fishin’. There are other fishermen who don’t much care about the catching. They care about time in the open air, time free from duty, time to reflect.
Those are the fishin’ interests that interest me.
I have long been fascinated by shallow pools of clear water. I’m drawn to them by charm I do not understand. They’re inviting in some mystical, perhaps primordial way. Memories seem to be connected to such pools, though I have no such conscious memories.
There are theories that memories can be carried by genes. Am I remembering some time before time. If so, then why doesn’t everyone.
“That’s a very tiny piece of paper”. “Yeah, but I’ll do the job”. “Alright, Jimmy, You never set me wrong, yet”.
Jeff places the tiny bit of paper on his tongue and swallows. Jimmy hands him a pill. “Take this with the acid”. “What’s this”? “Dramamine, it’s for travel sickness, funny, huh? Dramamine works for LSD trips the same as it works for train & planes”.
How do you know what you know is true. You don’t. You can’t. No one can. The reality is that we can never know that anything is absolutely, no doubt about it, 100% true. That does not stop us from believing something is absolutely, no doubt about it, 100% true.
The truck was loaded, the gas tank full, and the morning sun breaking. We left out of Clyde Back & Sons, headed for the big highway that ran from Des Moines to the Mississippi, then on to southern Indiana.
“If you see ten troubles coming down the road, you can be sure that nine will run into the ditch before they reach you”
(Calvin Coolidge, President, 1923-1929)
They do it in slow-motion, one pinpoint strike drawing one drop of blood per peck.
Remember the toy of pegs & holes? The game was to tap round pegs; square pegs; and triangular pegs into their proper holes? It taught us all, early on, to think of disparate things as components of categories.
A man living in the Province of Northumbria returned from the dead to tell what he saw. His story was recorded by Bede in his 731 A.D. book, The Ecclesiastical History of the English People.
The motes of dust dance in the light, gracefully swirling inside the beam that reveals what the darkness hides.
We are obsessed by time. We never have enough of it. We’d like to save it, but we can’t avoid spending it.
That’s the title of Alexander King’s autobiography. The enemy he refers to is himself.