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First they came for the communists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Jew.
Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.
Martin Niemöller
The Kingdom of God lies within you. - Jesus
Know thyself, -Pythagoras
Know ye not that ye are gods -Hermes Trismegistus
Arthur Guyton's Textbook of Medical Physiology states that "the total amount of water in a man of average weight (70 kilograms) is approximately 40 litres, averaging 60 percent of his total body weight. In a newborn infant, this may be as high as 75 percent of the body weight, but it progressively decreases from birth to old age
That which is impenetrable to us really exists behind the secrets of nature remains something subtle, intangible, and inexplicable. Veneration for this force beyond anything that we can comprehend is my religion. - Albert Einstein
I am fifty years old and I have always lived in freedom; let me end my life free; when I am dead let this be said of me: 'He belonged to no school, to no church, to no institution, to no academy, least of all to any régime except the régime of liberty.'--Gustave Courbet
Saint Paddy as he is commonly refered to today was a fraud. Although he had a somewhat tortured life, itdoesn't give him the right to toture others with his beliefs. He converted to Christinaity almost 2000 years ago and spent 30 years of his life trying to root out pagan traditions in Ireland which I find quite vexing. Think of all the rich tales and celebrations these pagan nature lovers would do. It must have been like the what the 60's wanted to be only it was the real deal. It is at least ironic that Saint Paddy's Day is inextricably connected to pagan things likeleprechauns.
In the morning we had come to the Santa Barbara Channel and the water was slick and gray, flowing in long smooth swells, and over it, close down, there hung a little mist so that the sea-birds flew in an obscure mirror, the porpoises surrounded us. They really came to us . We have seen them change course to join us, these curious animals. The Japanese will eat them, but rarely will Occidentals touch them. Of our crew, Tiny and Sparky, who loved to catch every manner of fish, to harpoon any swimming thin, would have anything to do with opposes. "They cry so" Sparky said. "when they are hurt, they cry to break your heart." This is rather a difficult thing to understand: a dying cow cries to, and a stuck pig raises his protesting voice piercingly and few hearts are broken by those cries. But a porpoise cries like a child in sorrow and pain. And we wonder whether the general seaman's real affection for porpoises might not be more complicated then the simp;lle fear of hearing them cry. The nature of the animal might parallel certain traits in ourselves-the outrageous boastfulness of porpoises, their love of play, their joy in speed. We have watch them for many hours, making designs in the water, diving and rising and then seeming to turn over to see if they are watched. In bursts of speed they hump their backs and the beating tails take power from the whole body. Then they slow down and tonally the muscles near the tails are strained. They break the surface and the blow holes. like eyes, open and gasp in air and then close like eyes before they submerge. Suddenly they seem to grow tired of playing; the bodies hump up, the incredible tails beat, and instantly they are gone.
John Stienbeck(Chapter 6/First Paragraph-- The Log from the Sea of Cortez)
BLISS as an acronym, how could it be done. B blind L languish I in S sibilant S satisfaction. I will return with a better acronym for bliss. Not that the word needs it but certainly it is fun to think of some thing esoteric and creative that would fit. BLISS INC.
The pounding, thundering, splitting of industry
ripping through the silence of thinking.
part of distraction hinged on reaction, bustling need.
money banging users, extra banging, clanging nothing.
Dead nothing but there it is the banging of commerce
unfettered capitalistic fervor forever in the way to meadows now grey.
Silence in the heart of the slaughter
silence in the heart of all past 10
slaughter with artificial tears,
green eyes with toxic brown switches, on then off
it's free on top, dead beneath, and good for all
anything for sale even tears with side effects
no nothing is all we have in plenty
a plenty of cartons and taught drums thrumming to hollow sounding beats
who plays them, who listens when none can hear anymore the wild heart,
the humming and buzzing of selling distress to those that are fearless.
ever growing in the ear. Wearing you down till work gives you all fovea to the machine
Any beauty you want, any spring, even air, waterfalls, anything for dead men printed-only.
It's all fine, it's all fine, it's modern freedom - malignant in all we do.
death rattles in perfect symmetry feeling quite well with more.
compost and mushrooms is all we can hope for.
composting cars
composting washing machines
composting hearts make for good mushrooms and the wild heart pales to the faint.
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For those lucky enough to make it to the bottom of this page here is a smattering of some of my fav quotes from a random cast of characters. Please notify me if any normal people slipped in without me noticing.
I can believe that there's no heaven, but it kills me to think there's no he'll. -James Riley
I've always felt the "holy land" is the LARGEST outdoor lunatic asylum in the world. - Jonathan Miller, from his film A Brief History of Disbelief
The whole religious complexion of the modern world is due to the absence, from Jerusalem, of a lunatic asylum. - Havelock Ellis
Children today are tyrants, they contradict their parents, gobble their food, and tyrannize their teachers. - Socrates (470 BC)
outside every thin woman is a fat man trying to get in - Katherine Whitehorn
Living with a saint is more grueling then being one. - Robert Neville
Hemingway was a jerk - Harold Robbins(1916-1997)