Thirty spokes will converge
in the hub of a wheel;
But the use of the cart
will depend on the part
of the hub that is void.
So advantage is had
from whatever is there;
But usefulness rises
from whatever is not.
Thirty spokes will converge
in the hub of a wheel;
But the use of the cart
will depend on the part
of the hub that is void.
So advantage is had
from whatever is there;
But usefulness rises
from whatever is not.
A wolf of the Steppes that had lost it’s way and strayed into the towns and the life of the herd. p17
[Regarding Haller’s left behind manuscript] They are rather the deeply loved spiritual events which he has attempted to express by giving them the form of tangible experiences….I see them as a document of the times, for Haller’s sickness of the soul, as I now know, is not the eccentricity of a single individual, but the sickness of the times themselves, the neurosis of that generation to which Haller belongs……They are an attempt to present the sickness itself in its actual manifestation. p20-21
Human life is reduced to real suffering, to hell, only when two ages, two cultures and religions overlap…Now there are times when a whole generation is caught in this way between two ages, two modes of life and has no standard, no security, no simple acquiescence p22
I feel our contemporary world is existing between two ages and modes of life.
Those who remember before the internet and those who never lived in a world without the internet. Those who remember not having a cell phone. Those who learned cursive and those who didn’t.
I was in high school when our family ‘got internet.’ It was dialup and played very specific noises when connecting. I can still ‘sing’ those noises from memory. We would lose the connection if someone called our family landline. After one and a half hours, our connection would kick us off and we’d have to re-connect.
I remember high school research involving physical libraries.
At 35, I never wrote an academic paper without a word processor on a personal computer. In fact, I’m still in awe at my parents who did scholarly work without this benefit.
One great love song.
Such esoteria. I write my best to music and with limited awareness.
WTF does that even mean?
Glad for it on my end,

Shallow
hallow
hollow
wallow
Swallow
Wallows
Swollaw
Wollaw
No rights owned.
If ya dont get it, suppose it’s not for you yet.
If ya do feel it, cheers
So do I on this fine Friday.
Dont own rights.
This song bursts my soul apart.
Not sure I can finish it now, in fact.
If you ain’t heard bout this ‘un, give it a listen all the way thru.
Powerful.
Subject to continued risk;
that may be taken away at another’s pleasure or by accident ; uncertain.
Subject or leading to danger.
Not firmly established ; untrustworthy.
Smug?
From the Latin meaning to obtain by entreaty
I want you so bad, babe.
Its driving me mad.
Shes so heavy.
That simple and endless.
Bass on guitar? What is spot on?
An example of perfect mix
Back when heavy meant something else too?
Holy effing snap. A classic from Ziggy becomes epic here.
For real ‘dough. How had I not known bout this song?
Dont own rights but have mad love for these ‘uns.
Good intro song for non-fans.
Take a moment to appreciate the tension in the picture. Highlarious.
See if ya recognize any of ’em.
Dont own right, but pay mad homage.
So lovesomely sexy.
David Live 1974 full album: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLV2SQzMY9xAl285xh2GDgSib54pci7w8v
Cheers to nickreeves, who suggested a song that led to my discovering this.
Wowza canowza. Aem still digesting but had to spread the words ASAP.
No rights owned, mad homage being paid.
Slightly aggressive, especially if feeling
Partially cornered
Total arousal of senses. Endocrine ; adrenaline ; spite but not smite at The Smug who think shes blind.
Eyes cutting sidewards, upwards to the left or downwards
i.e. any way but candidly.
Only one mouse spoke words to make her honest shudders occur.
UnLike the ignorant liars, soothsayers, mad pipers, would be priors, et al.
Facading smile worn in protection of someone or something. Such a precious, protective pretense should be judged not.
We keep Stretching until tendons roll over bits of lingering softness.
Until ligaments distend symmetricaly and transform that which was almost unrecognizable into something that is inexorably unrecognizable.
Dont own rights, paying mad homage.
Soul Power reminds me of Bowie/Ziggy’s Soul Love
Give it to me, put it back
Can we go to the bridge now?
I wanna go to the bridge…..me too!
I wanna get under your skin.
Gotta feeeeyeeel it.
I need help, I cant do it alone
Come back for more, say it again, come back for more.
Say it again!
You, ball on tha bound, you gotta get down.
You heard him, do your lil thing.
Dont own rights, but iggy owns rights to US punk verbe.
This has been reincarnated, to my limited experience, twice ( ala Michael Hutchence < of INXS, RIP > and the miraculous Deftones and MJK).
Listen to this track on great headphones and hear so much additional quintessence.
James Brown calls for ‘Bridge?!¿ like no other.
Dig it.
Why does this Harvard mathematician say that science is built upon the axiom “0 exists”? by Joshua Engel https://www.quora.com/Why-does-this-Harvard-mathematician-say-that-science-is-built-upon-the-axiom-0-exists/answer/Joshua-Engel?ch=99&share=e5b9759c&srid=CWTwk
I do the words and let others do the math, generally speaking.
So , I appreciate those that can communicate numbers into words.
Words should still not be considered second to numbers.
It’s not a competition, to say the absolute least.
Tartarus. Classical mythology
The place of punishment in the lower world. Originally, a dark abyss as far below Hades as earth is below heaven, and later the abode where the wicked undergo eternal punishment.
This is from my F&W dic. Spooky. There are 4 further percussions of this world. If interested, do ask.