I went back to the Forest to transform.
Upon leaving, I found myself and there she was unrecognized but not yet unrecognizable.
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Once more….1st 1959 GBG: Master Ludi translation
…”the ice drove down the streams, and the violets thrust up through the earth, scenting the air where leaves had rotted, and Goldmund trudged again through the pied seasons, his senses drinking their fill…and sitting to rest in the cool of many evenings, sad at heart under lighted windows, where far off, in a gleam of candle- light, there shimmered clear, remote and unobtainable, all that the night can show to vagrants of this worlds comfort, happiness, and peace.”
Black, James Joseph, Hesse and the Hippies: The Sociology of a Literory Phenomenon. 1990. Honors Theses. Paper 232.
Example par excellence of H. Hesse’s ability to catalyze catharsis with simple words.
One time prior to Johnny Johnny 2 times
[sic. It has been suggested that] once upon a time there was a man with a Name.
And then there was Jack.
Whatever he was
Nowadays, it bears iterating that this was back when we all lived in the Forest.
Jack remains a clever fox.
But, many moons ago, Tom was beheld by his kin and upon being seen by them, thus became beholden onto them.
Good thing Jack was a swift fox. Jack loved Freedom & Tom loved the shape of the fox.
It was thus that we came to know Tom by the mythical stele of The green knight Parsifal.
A wise man once said…
In his Honor Thesis, James Joseph Black wrote, “the young have read little and compared less. Stringency is not their forte.”
Black, James Joseph, “Hesse and the Hippies: The Sociology of a Literory Phenomenon” (1990). Honors Theses. Paper 232
Jorge Luis Borges
The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream
Is it True?
via Is it True?
One Nation
That how you do it.
I’m terrified. Absolutely terrified.
I’ve been wrestling with these thoughts and emotions for awhile, trying to make sense of it all, but I can’t. There is no sense in it. It feels like America is dying, which hurts me to the core because I love this country, but I can’t even express what I see wrong with the nation between I’ll be met with “if you don’t like it, you can GET OUT!” Since when did pointing out flaws in a system equate to hatred of the system? That’s like a mother hating her child for having a runny nose.
But that’s just part of it; this rabid nationalism disguised as patriotism is scary in so many ways. The very ground veterans walk upon is worshiped, but the man responsible for this new type of American psychosis signs bills taking away their benefits, AND NO ONE CARES. It’s one thing…
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Do Good
It sounds stupid, but repetition wears down mental roadblocks similar to how water smooths jagged stones. The more you intend to do; the more you may find yourself doing (or being deluded.)
Focused persistence is the ultimate changing force.
“It’s simple” he says. “Do good” he says.
Tony’s Bologna marketing strategy is simple. It’s based off of providing unique, original content and writing articles that have useful advice. 100% of what I post is either because I personally think it’s funny or I think it’s interesting. I’m willing to bet a few of you might agree.
I’ve decided to do more.
One of my biggest motivations in life is helping people. It’s only when I’ve gone out of my way to help someone, I have found the act to truly make me happy. That being said, I’m a real big fan of random acts of kindness and positively influencing life.
When you have the opportunity to positively influence life, seize it. I have been fortunate enough to build an engaging (and dare I say awesome) community, thus I have decided to use this post to recommend…
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The obscure word of the week is tournedos
Tuska- ; Tuska-loosa twista ; Tuska-Tuska!
This week’s obscure English word is tournedos.
Well, when I say English, I mean really French – it’s another one English has pinched from them. It means a small round cut of beef.
Your challenge? Write a sentence (or two) in the comments using this word.
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Good Quotes About Insomnia, anyone?
You Wanna Know Wha Dunnt Grind my Glass
Most everything, and that especially about which/witches worry. Ahem: jokingly o.c. (of course*).
While Over H2O
It is what it is.
heaven is somewhere in the drone of stereo.
Aside: A side note about 2 Common English Words
“Terrific”, like “awful”, used to mean something quite diferent…
Ballad For The Petty & the Scholarwood Bee:
What did I remember that I had prior forgot; &, upon thinking “hey-don’t forget – “, immediately then forgot?
anon, anon(KRO)
Caught up with Xeno
Standing there, snarling beast-eyed
and in a state of quickening.
Suspensed by imagination,
frozen & forever in the endlessness of one instant,
just like Achilles, never catching a tortoise in
a race that took place only in Xeno’s mindseye.
That it hurts–
I did not know of my own suffering until I saw it on the page before me which I, myself, had written.
WrittenCasey 