The facts are available, just not in the foolish buzz of mainstream culture
All in Life
I’ve become hardened to expensive repairs, no chance of repair at all, and short-lived products that are cheaper to throw away than to fix. So have we all. That doesn’t mean we should happy about it
I’m not much enthused about travel. There’s too much travail in even the best of travel.
Is there is something embedded deep in the human psyche that makes us think we should be able to spread our wings and fly?
.Death focuses the mind on life. We are more likely to see the opportunities that come our way when we’re conscious of the limited time we have to take them.
No one thought of her as a victim of anything. She didn’t think of herself
as a victim.
Medieval French soldiers had a name for a death blow delivered to mortally wounded comrades.
They called it the coup de gras,
the touch of grace. Many celebrate the concept today.
Summe fades. Green leaves are turning yellow. Some have fallen. A month from now the remaining leaves will be ablaze in color. A month after that they’ll be spread lifeless & brown, like a mortuary quilt on the lawn
killing would have been the straightforward solution. I didn’t want to kill them. I wanted them gone.
It’s a gentle spring rain, peaceful
and beautiful, though it might change at any time. It might become violent later. It doesn’t matter. Whether gentle rain or full-blown storm,
the comfort of being inside remains. .
Damn! Well, why not? Tastes good. Sweet amber spirits with a note of caramel lingering on the tongue. Morning light dancing through the glass. How pleasant. And, if you don’t get drunk, where’s the harm?
Pah! I spit you out. You are old, unsquirtable, like curdled curd in an empty Cheez Whiz can, like a Bailey’s Chocolate Cherry without the liquor, like Juicy Fruit gum with nothing left but the gum. Without moisture, you’re no longer useful. I spit you out
My first Friends were animals. Now, in my old age, my remaining friends are animals.In between I’ve had many wonderful friends that were human. Some were pals, some were business partners, some were lovers. Some I knew well, some I barely knew, others were very dear to me. They’re mostly gone. Maybe I’ve lived too long