31 December 2006
28 December 2006
Even Mark Twain Understood
“The universal brotherhood of man is our most precious possession.” - Mark Twain
It is in the striving for the impossible that we find many things possible and foremost in all things earthly is the Brotherhood of Man.
It is in the striving for the impossible that we find many things possible and foremost in all things earthly is the Brotherhood of Man.
24 December 2006
A Christmas Greetings to Whomever Decides to Read
From my friends on the East Coast (of both North and South America) to my friends on the Gulf Coast, a very Merry Happy Holiday Seasons Greeting Christmas Kwanzaa Channukah Festivus. Whether you're in Buffalo, FLA, John Hopkins (strangely linked to me through a mystery email), Sweden, Brazil, Iraq, Afghanistan, Alabama, Colorado, Canada, Canada and Canada, you are all welcome and, should I not get around to posting anything in the next couple of weeks, Happy New Year too. I am officially looking forward to a New Year.
17 December 2006
15 December 2006
Melissa Chimes in Via Email with Some Quotes
SOME WISOM FROM MY SISTER, PLEASE ENJOY:
Everyone is sent into this world with the sole purpose of loving other people.
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Just as one candle lights another and can light thousands of other candles,so one heart illuminates another heart and can illuminate thousands of other hearts.
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Nothing will bring you peace except yourself. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
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All violence is contrary to love:do not participate in violence. -Tolstoy
Everyone is sent into this world with the sole purpose of loving other people.
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Just as one candle lights another and can light thousands of other candles,so one heart illuminates another heart and can illuminate thousands of other hearts.
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Nothing will bring you peace except yourself. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
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All violence is contrary to love:do not participate in violence. -Tolstoy
14 December 2006
My Last Journal Entry
(I've decided to add a preamble to the following. This was not written as my last blog entry ever on earth. I have a particular journal that it was time to put down and move on. There was just a lot of emotional baggage and to carry around the book was like to keep that baggage with me. So as to move on, in life and in journals, I had to end it early instead of writing through all of the pages. I'm okay with that. So, the empty pages that are mentioned are literal empty pages that can also be taken as descriptive comparisons to all the little nothings in life that add up. It is my unabashed ending to a long and clouded tale, journey, time of life. It's title is quite clearly what it is, my last journal entry in that journal, many pieces of which are being held close to the vest for now until some lifestyle occurances begin happening. Thank you and I exeunt.)
So, it comes down to this, the inevitable end. There'll be empty pages to follow that may haunt me for years, the need for them all to be filled eating at my mind, but here must be an end and here it is. I have nothing glamorous to say, no great words to write. The most profound thing my dementedly brilliant mind can write is this: Such is Life.
Yes, it boils down to something as simple and boring as that. Where's the climax? Where's the spectacular? Where's the fantastic? Well, it's everywhere, but it's nowhere to be grasped all at once. I've tried all the tricks, I've broken all the rules and I've gained nothing but broken hearts and sad experiences.
Did I learn? Yes, volumes. A hundred thousand could be written about where I've been, both physically and mentally. It boils down quite nicely into: Such is Life.
So then, what does one do what that information? Clearly it would be a tragedy not to share all this wisdomwith the world, but then, perhaps it would be a greater tragedy to give it to the world. Eyes that can't see won't want to - that is one thing for sure. The news will fall on deaf ears and pass like air.
I once thought I was put on earth to write the Great American Novel. I don't need to now because I have lived it. I'll let someone else write the story of my life. I've had enough surviving it thus far and I'm certain that the most fantastical aspects are lost in the fog.
It's funny the things you can find in the fog, but it's sadder still when you lose that something in a fog. I have lived in cloudy days and made a storm of my life. I have left wreckage in my wake that no man can gather again. Tempest-tossed emotions, actions,a dn reactions, if you will, that I never bothered to look ahead at what damage may come.
Such is life and such are the consequences of life. My only wisdon I'll part with is that life is to be expiremented with. It is to be lived fully and with grandeur, but don't fall into folly and live in delusions that only appear to have the joy of life. I'll wake everyday to the cost of making that mistake.
BY EVERY RIGHT, I should not even be alive to write this. I've been so busy trying to die and calling it life that I've forgotten what it is to be alive. I've tempted fate, I've mocked her pixie-dust, and yet she still sprinkles her goodness upon me. Such is my life.
So, it comes down to this, the inevitable end with empty page to follow...empty pages to be filled with your story. For mine is done...
So, it comes down to this, the inevitable end. There'll be empty pages to follow that may haunt me for years, the need for them all to be filled eating at my mind, but here must be an end and here it is. I have nothing glamorous to say, no great words to write. The most profound thing my dementedly brilliant mind can write is this: Such is Life.
Yes, it boils down to something as simple and boring as that. Where's the climax? Where's the spectacular? Where's the fantastic? Well, it's everywhere, but it's nowhere to be grasped all at once. I've tried all the tricks, I've broken all the rules and I've gained nothing but broken hearts and sad experiences.
Did I learn? Yes, volumes. A hundred thousand could be written about where I've been, both physically and mentally. It boils down quite nicely into: Such is Life.
So then, what does one do what that information? Clearly it would be a tragedy not to share all this wisdomwith the world, but then, perhaps it would be a greater tragedy to give it to the world. Eyes that can't see won't want to - that is one thing for sure. The news will fall on deaf ears and pass like air.
I once thought I was put on earth to write the Great American Novel. I don't need to now because I have lived it. I'll let someone else write the story of my life. I've had enough surviving it thus far and I'm certain that the most fantastical aspects are lost in the fog.
It's funny the things you can find in the fog, but it's sadder still when you lose that something in a fog. I have lived in cloudy days and made a storm of my life. I have left wreckage in my wake that no man can gather again. Tempest-tossed emotions, actions,a dn reactions, if you will, that I never bothered to look ahead at what damage may come.
Such is life and such are the consequences of life. My only wisdon I'll part with is that life is to be expiremented with. It is to be lived fully and with grandeur, but don't fall into folly and live in delusions that only appear to have the joy of life. I'll wake everyday to the cost of making that mistake.
BY EVERY RIGHT, I should not even be alive to write this. I've been so busy trying to die and calling it life that I've forgotten what it is to be alive. I've tempted fate, I've mocked her pixie-dust, and yet she still sprinkles her goodness upon me. Such is my life.
So, it comes down to this, the inevitable end with empty page to follow...empty pages to be filled with your story. For mine is done...
13 December 2006
My Wisdom For You
And WHAT IF we actually did the things we said we could do?
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If you think you fucked it up, re-read the directions.
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If you think you fucked it up, re-read the directions.
03 December 2006
What I did Wednesday Night
Oil Painting - Not Yet Titled
Close-up of Painting
Closer-Up of Painting
Eye Know What It Means - 2006
Bayou Man - 2006
Me - Painting and Painted - Nov 2006
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