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What The World Needs. . . .
The Tender Embrace. . . We all speak from memory. Whether it is ours or not, it makes little difference. For within us it is so that the one time speaks for all time. And everything else is a variation on a theme. I could not know how deep the emotion which evoked the…
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The Sexual Revolution. . .
The Sexual Revolution . . . With all that is coming out and many falling from grace, I want to add some thought to what is happening. After a lifetime of building a philosophy because I felt bereft from birth without one, I have studied on a daily basis and have come to some conclusions. …
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Peace Of Mind. . . .
We persist in thinking we might make a difference because we don’t know when we might make a difference. ***** When illusions are unmasked, coping mechanisms prove unable. ***** Death is a triumph. The tragedy would be had we never been. ***** A cynic is someone on the threshold of understanding. ***** Man’s God is…
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Worlds I Know. . . to speak of. . .
A few weeks ago there was an evolutionary find with a faceless fish. I knew that graphic because I have what you see beside this in an October 8. 1987 journal entry. I knew it was somewhere in my journals but there was no way I could remember where. Last night as I was note…
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To Break The Waves, enough it is. . . .
After having been told a zillion times that no one would want my head, I have decided that I truly would not want anyone else’s head either. Because then I would not see the world that I love the way I do. I would not see the pine trickle of a branch pulling itself courageously…
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Streaming. . . .
All of humankind is in need of professional counseling, but who is going to counsel the counselors? ***** If man is the result of the whim of the Potter, how dependable is the Potter? ***** Or is the lump of clay thrown out willy nilly and at the whim of the elements, molded? ***** Can…
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Maudie Update. . your way home is well lighted. .
Maudie Update Last week when I posted Again Maudie??? and asked if doves or birds blinked intentionally, on Saturday’s 15 July entry I knew. As I bid good morning to Maudie she blinked several times. Her eye was pinned on me and a veil dropped, a light grey, greenish color and covered the…
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Seriously Consider. . .
Seriously Consider. . . I go back to thinking time and again that one cannot ask to govern a body of men when one cannot govern one’s own body. And for those who say one’s private life has nothing to do with one’s public competence, I say character will determine private as well…
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A Chance For Love. . .
A Chance For Love Each day is a new beginning, each breath the birth of a new world. Time now to forgo the past and give life a chance. Accountable we are and to allow that to become a fact, it is the moment to begin anew. The poem will only take on…
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Time For Work To Be Done. . .
It was a desolate landscape. There were ice mountains in the background. There was a building, more barracks like with no thing, nothing around it. The moon was white and things were outlined but barely so. Sparse would be putting it gently, but desolate and bare of life would say how tragic it felt. I…